Sorry this chapter isn't as good as the last one. I'm not too good at keeping it interesting the entire time. Anyhoo, as MM would say, 'Good luck, Fanfic readers. PLZ REVIEW! PICKLES IN A JAR OF SOUP!

Buford's POV

"What exactly are we trying to build?" I ask Baljeet, keeping quiet as to not embarass myself.

"Ugh," Baljeet groans, rolling his eyes and peering at me through his tinted glasses. "Weren't you listening?"

"Nah," I say. "I was looking at that pretty girl over there in the blue." I chuckle slightly as I say this and look at Baljeet.

"Her?" he says, pointing to the girl sitting on her front porch across the street. "But why would you do that? People think you should be with Adyson!"

"Yeah, well I like making fanfic readers mad," I say, still keeping a straight face.

"What..." he says, scratching his head.

"I'm just joking," I say, looking back over at him. "I just wanted to make this story more humorous. Afterall, I am one of the comic relief characters."

"What does that even mean?" he says. I cover my face trying not to let him see me laugh as I continue working on the machine.

Phineas's POV

"So, then you get the wrench and tighten this right here," I say as I guide Isabella's hand as we work together. Inside I love her, but outside, I just wish i could work up the courage to tell her that.

"Um, Phineas," she says, blushing slightly.

"Yeah, Isabella," I struggle out just like every other thing I say to her.

"I was wondering if... um," she stutters out.

I look over to her and smile. I have a feeling I know what she's going to say but I don't want to interrupt her.

"Will you, um... go to the movies with me later? There was this new movie that looks interesting and..."

"Sure," I say, cutting her off. She looks at me and the red on her face lights up like a Christmas tree.

"Thanks, Phineas," she says, hugging me. I hug her back and say, "Anytime."

Just then, dad comes out and sees us working on the machine. "Hey, what are all you guys up to?" he says in his unmistakable British accent.

"Oh, we're just getting everyone to make better choices," I say looking over my shoulder to see him. He is in formal attire and carrying a suitcase. He looks as if he works in a big corporation.

"Well, that's just great," he replies, clapping his palm with two fingers. "Maybe now I'll have a safer trip out. Anyway, I'm going to a job interview. Your mother suggests I get one, seeing as though we have it this good even though noone has a job in our household. She said we would be like millionaires if someone actually got paid. Don't know what that means... and I told her that. So she said she would dumb it down for me. She said, in her words, 'Get a job, Lawrence." So I'm off. Don't you guys get into any mischief while I'm gone. Your mother's inside if you need anything. Bye."

He walks out of the backyard and hops in the car. I turn to face Ferb and say, "You better pick it up, Ferb. Dad's spoken more than you."

Ferb looks at me and gives me an unsatisfactory smile... jokingly, of course.

Perry's PO...

"HOLD ON!" Phineas says. "Baljeet, don't you want your own POV?"

"No, noone cares about me."

"Oh, OK. Carry on then."

As I was saying... Perry's POV

I fly above the Doof's building and suddenly stop right above it, defying the laws of physics. I fall in through the chimney and land in the middle of his room. I fall face first on the floor and stand back up. Wiping all of the dust and whatnot off of myself I look up to notice the Dr. ... and he notices me, too.

"Perry the Platypus," he says in his unique screetching voice. "What a strange coincidence. And by strange coincidence, I mean... normal incidence!"

I look up at him, knowing that what he said doesn't make sense. He looks back at me and reads me like a book because after seeing me, he says, "Don't look at me like that. It makes tons of sense. May I remind, you don't make alot of sense yourself. I mean, I'm not the mammal that lays eggs here, now am I?"

I see his kitchen table out of the corner of my eye and see two large eggs lying atop of it. I point to them and he turns around. "What, those? No, I didn't lay those eggs. They're... well actually, I don't know why they're there. I was gonna have some breakfast but I got distracted and... and I never got to put them away and... yeah. Anyway," he continues rambling on as I stand there. I wonder to myself if he knows that he didn't trap me yet.

"Behold, my latest and greatest invention: the Reverse-inator! With a push of this button, I will reverse everything in the world to it's.. um, what is it called. Um, ANTONYM, that's it!"

'Antonym,' I think to myself. 'That's really what you're going with?'

"Cats will chase dogs! Day will be night! People will drive on the opposite side of the road! Oh, I'm so diabolical."

I look away as the Doof names some more of his "Antonyms".

"Perry the Platypus, are you even listening to me?" I said people will be driving on the opposite side of the road. If that happens, there will be mass destruction and chaos."

I slap my face with my hand and shake my head in disbelief.

"What? It-I-It's a good plan. Watch, I'll-I'll show you."

Thanks everybody for reading this far. I just want to get to the next part so I could get it over with so I don't forget but I don't have enough time today so I guess this might, key word, might, be all that you're getting today. If I feel like it I may, key word, may, update again! Thanks! BYE! C YA! PLZ REVIEW! PICKLE IN A, KEY WORD, A, JAR! NeXt TiMe We'Ll StArT oFf WiTh IsAbElLa'S POV sO sTaY tUnEd!1