A.N.: Here's the second chapter. Please Review!
Meanwhile, Perry the Platypus was napping on the small rug in the living room. Suddenly the rug flipped over and Perry was dropped into a chute. He put on his fedora, and dropped into his comfy chair in his secret underground base.
A man was shown on the large monitor in front of him.
"Good Morning, Agent P. Sorry about that other emergency chute, I've really got to tell you about these things. Anyhoo, all across the tri-state area, Lacrosse supplies have been disappearing at an alarming rate."
He stopped talking when Perry raised a questioning eyebrow at him.
"Lacrosse. You know, the sport with a net on a stick, where you try to catch the ball with the net? Well, they've been disappearing, so go see if Doofenshmirtz is up to no good, which, at this point, he probably is."
Perry saluted and his chair transformed into a jetpack, and he flew through a hole in the ceiling.
Phineas and Ferb ran into the backyard, and immediately began to draw out some plans.
As they began building, music started to play, and a singer ummm….. sang.
"You're sneezing. You're coughing.
We don't know if it's a cold or a bad case of the flu.
But no matter what you can be sure of one thing:
It's Phineas and Ferb to the rescue."
Phineas and Ferb aimed a freshly built ray gun at a jar with a virus inside. They fired it, but it had no effect whatsoever. They began building again.
"We're trying to get that virus out of you!
But, what kind it is, we don't have a clue!
But we're not gonna let that tire us.
We're gonna get rid of that virus!"
Phineas and Ferb placed a spherical object on the lawn, and pressed a button. The machine released what were supposed to be virus-killing waves, which did nothing. They started building again.
"Oh, don't you worry, no need to fuss!
We're gonna get rid of that virus!
We'll make sure it'll be painless!
We're gonna get rid of that virus!
Yeah, we're gonna get rid of that virus!
We're gonna destroy that virus!"
The boys dropped a microscopic robot into the jar, and after what seemed to be a tiny (no pun intended) scuffle, the virus was destroyed by a laser beam. Phineas observed this and smiled at his step-brother.
"Ferb. I think we're just ready," Phineas said, carefully removing the robot from the liquid. He turned to his brother, who showed him a remote control pad.
"Okay, NOW we're ready," he said.