Flynn steps out of the car, and puts his hand over his face, shielding the sunlight. He walks to the backseat, opening the door for Janella.

"So this is your boss' mansion?"

Janella gets out of the car and shields her eyes as well. "Yeah, Mansion Maximus."

Fletcher walks around from the driver's seat to the passenger side. "Mansion Maximus, as in Baljeet Maximus. The genius scientist, entrepreneur, and not to mention a millionaire?"

"Billionaire," Janella corrects, walking up to the front gate, Flynn and Fletcher trailing behind her. "I'm his Secretary."

Flynn looks between the bars of the gates. "So, does Mr. Maximus know we're coming?"

Janella cringes slightly. "Well, not really..." She looks at the partners and smiles at them sheepishly. "Hopefully he'll be a little welcoming."

Fletcher looks at the heavily guarded lawn. "And what if he isn't? He doesn't look fawn of newcomers."

Flynn now looks at the raven-haired girl, suspiciously. "How do you know someone is trying to kill your boss?"

Janella looks at him in shock. "Are you actually suggesting that I'm trying to murder my boss?"

Flynn puts his hands up defensively. "I'm not saying you did. Just asking questions, baby—"

"Why do I, I mean, Flynn, call Isabella— Janella baby?" Phineas asks, interrupting the filming. "Isn't that a term for endearment?"

Isabella looks at Phineas in disbelief. "Phineas, did you read the play?"

Phineas looks at her raising an eyebrow. "I'm reading it as we go. What? Why? What happens?"

Isabella turns Ferb. "So, he has no idea our character are like... And that we..." Ferb shakes his head. Isabella gulps. "Well, this should be fun..."

"I'm just trying to get all the facts in order and catch the possible killer." Flynn finishes. "I'm not trying to blame you."

Janella gives him a glare. Flynn turns to his partner, giving him a pleading glance.

"We're sorry to insult you, fair maiden. But, you have to remember you hired us to find the so called killer. And we want to catch him/her as much as you do. Again, our deepest apologizes."

He then kisses her hand. Janella bushes while giving him a gracious smile. Flynn glares at Fletcher.

"Ferb," Phineas growls. "Why is that in the script?"

Ferb shrugs. "It brings out Flynn's and apparently your feelings."

Phineas blushes in surprise. "F-feelings for what?"

Ferb shakes his head. "Phineas just read the play."

Buford smirks at Isabella off set. "Ladies man strikes again. Even Isabella's swooning… Or was that just at Phineas?"

"Shut up, Buford." Isabella hisses.

"So, how are we going to get in?" Flynn grumbles.

Janella points to a booth. "There should be a guard who can let us in."

The trio walks over to the booth. There, sitting in the booth they find the guard asleep. Flynn looks at Fletcher, with a knowing nod, the two open their coats and pull something out. The duo pulls out a pot and a spoon. Flynn hands his spoon to Fletcher. Fletcher starts to bang on the kitchen utensils, jolting up the guard.

"What in blazing—"

"Hi, I'm Flynn Impossible." Flynn jabs a finger in Fletcher's direction. "This is my partner Fletcher Build. We're detectives."

The guard blinks, unfazed. "Yeah, so?"

"Well, we'd—"

Janella steps in front of him. "Hello William. How are you?"

"Well hello there, lovely Janella. I am well, and yourself?"

"I am doing phenomenal. These detectives are with me. Is it possible for you to let us in?"

"But of course."

The guard walks up to the gate and unlocks it. He tips his hat and winks at Janella, earning a glare from Flynn. The trio walks up the long sidewalk and up to the giant wooden doors. Flynn leans over and pushes the doorbell. The door soon swings open to reveal a strong built young man in a suit.

"Well hello there again, Ms. Sweet. I see you have brought guests."

"No way, no how. This character is so unlike me. "Buford complains offset. "There's no way that I'm actually going to be nice to girly."

"C'mon Buford," Phineas says. "These characters aren't us, that's why it's called acting."

Buford rolls his eyes. "Whatever."

"Hello to you too, Branford. This is the detectives I hired, Flynn Impossible," Flynn shakes Branford's hand. "And Fletcher Build." Fletcher shakes his hand as well.

Branford smiles. "It's nice to meet you detectives." He motions them to come inside. "Come in, come in."

They are lead into this huge house; house does not even cut it. It is the very definition of a typical billionaire mansion. Branford leads them into the family room. It had three couches, an arrangement of different shades of tan. The trio sits down in the largest couch.

Branford bows. "Your tea will be out momentarily."

A female with bright orange hair comes out a few minutes later with a tray of tea. She sets it down on the coffee table in front of them. She picks up the teapot and starts pouring them each a cup of tea.

"Hello Grace, how are you?" Janella asks, interrupting the silence.

"I am fine, and yourself?" Grace answers her, looking up from pouring the tea.

"I am doing well."

"That's wonderful." Grace pauses. "If you don't mind me asking ma'am, who are these gentlemen?"

Flynn smiles. "We're detectives. I'm Flynn Impossible." He points to Fletcher. "This is my partner Fletcher Build."

Grace courteous. "It's nice to meet you gentlemen. I am here at all hours. Call for me if you need anything. I am here to serve you."

"Seriously?" Candace asks, glaring at Ferb. "'I am here to serve you' really? Why do I have to be the maid?"

"Butler! BUTLER!"

Branford walks and clears his throat. "Mr. Maximus has entered the room."

The trio looks around the room, looking for him. A voice clears their throat from the balcony. There, standing was an Indian young man, with a beautiful girl with dark black hair on his arm.

"Thanks again for helping with the play, Ginger." Isabella smiles, talking to her offset.

"Anytime. I just love playing Baljeet's wife. He's so cute." Ginger sighs dreamily.

"Isn't it great that we get to have both of our crushes as love interests?"

"It is!" Ginger squeals. "So has Phineas figured out that you guys are love interests yet?"

"No!" Isabella sighs. "He better figure out soon, we have a—"

"Alright guys!" Phineas shouts for Ferb. "Get back to your places."

"Hello gentlemen," He winks at Janella. "And ladies. You all probably know me. I'm Baljeet Maximus, billionaire, scientist, businessman…" Baljeet chuckles to himself. "Yes, of course you do," He then turns to the girl next to him and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"EEP!" Ginger squeals. "BALJEET KISSED ME!"

Isabella and Ginger squeal with happiness.

"This is my wife, Jupiter Maximus."

The couple finally makes it down to the steps. Grace is immediately there with drinks. Baljeet and Jupiter grab the tea and make their way to the couch across from the trio. "Thank you, Grace."

Grace nods her head and heads back to the kitchen. Baljeet finally turns his gaze to the two detectives; his face turns to a frown. "So why are you detectives here?"

Janella speaks up for them. "I hired them for you, Mr. Maximus. You know you need protection."

Baljeet jumps up in protest, turning away from his guests. "I do not need anything, Ms. Sweet."

"But, sir," Janella protests. "You've almost died three times this week."

Flynn turns to Fletcher and mouths to him; Three times? Fletcher raises an eyebrow and shrugs. He mouths back; Sounds suspicious to me. Good thing we came. Flynn nods.

Baljeet chuckle nervously, and sips his drink. "I've just had a very unlucky week—"

"Oh!"

Thud

Jupiter rolls off the couch and slams onto the ground. Flynn and Fletcher rush over to see if she's okay. Flynn feels her neck and her wrists. Flynn shakily gets up and looks Baljeet in the eye.

"Mr. Maximus, you need our help. Your wife is dead."

*DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN

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