Similarly to Doofenshmirtz, Crocker didn't sleep through the night either. Unlike Doof, however, he didn't want to sleep. He had been busy scheming instead and fought off any drowsiness he was getting.
And at 8:00 am, he got a scheme ready that he believed was foolproof.
Actually, he had conceived a plan at 4:00 am already, but he spent the next four hours building devices, studying alchemy and make the occasional revisions in his scheme.
"EH-HEH-HEH", he cackled, "I got it! Soon enough, Phineas and Ferb's FAIRIES will be mine!"
Because of the noise Denzel is making, his mother, Dolores-Day Crocker, climbed upstairs.
"Denzel, is everything alright?" she asked.
"More than alright, Mother", Denzel replied positively. "I've spent the entire night plotting, coming up with a master plan to finally catch FAIRY GODPARENTS!" Crocker spasmed at the utterance of the last few words, as per usual.
"Fairies, again", Mrs. Crocker sighed. "Denzel, dear, you got to let it go. There's no such thing as fairies."
"NEVER", Denzel yelled back. "I'll show you all about their existence, but in order to do that, I got to stay focused!"
"What are you planning to do, anyway", his mother asked.
"I'm going to abduct prime suspects that may own FAIRY GODPARENTS", Crocker said. "And this time... it is NOT Turner."
Mrs. Crocker gasped. Denzel's main target had always been Timmy. It had also been Chloe sometimes, but never without Timmy.
"Rather", Crocker continued, "it is a twin set of temporary visitors by the names of Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher, who have built amazing devices such as rollercoasters, backyard beach parties that break the laws of physics, devices that split and merge people, devices that liquefy and solidify objects, an exact copy of a British gulch, and hundreds of other things that should be IMPOSSIBLE to build for kids their age. It has 'FAIRY GODPARENTS' written all over it!"
Dolores-Day Crocker was staring at her son in disbelief.
"...I got most of these from a blog made by their supposed number one fan, a kid named 'Irving DuBois' or something", Crocker explained. "Here's some pictures." Denzel showed his mother some of the photos from his source on the computer.
Mrs. Crocker narrowed her eyes as she stared at the pictures. "What if they are photoshopped", she asked.
"Well, their most recent work has been recorded as selfies from Miss Tang", Crocker answered.
"Trixie Tang, the most popular girl in Dimmsdale", Mrs Crocker asked. "Then this must be credible! I'm glad we have such talented boys to roam around our town."
"'Talented'", Crocker spat. "Mother, children their age CAN'T make any of this possible. This must be the work of FAIRY GODPARENTS."
He turned off his computer. "Anyway", he continued, "if my suspicions are correct, then I have to be careful when abducting them. Too many people know where I live, and Phineas and Ferb have at the very least an association with Miss Tang, and possibly Turner and his friends, whom I teach to. So the first step is finding a bunker no one is aware of and moving my FAIRY devices to that location. Fortunately, I know exactly where I should hide..."
"Oh, you're going to move", Mrs. Crocker said. "I can't wait to tell my neighbors! But I'll miss you too..."
Crocker groaned. "You don't have to, Mother", he said, "for it seems that I have to take you with me, because my new location has to be an absolute secret."
"AJ, Baljeet, I'd like you to review these blueprints I made", Phineas said, as he handed the two gifted children some blueprints.
"How'd you get them done so quickly?" AJ asked. "You only proposed the idea for such a device only minutes ago."
"Oh, that is because Phineas had this idea literally as he woke up", Baljeet explained. "He started sketching them right after breakfast, and he seemed very excited about it."
"I sure am excited about it", Phineas said. "So, what do you guys think?"
AJ looked over the blueprints he and Baljeet were given. "Impressive", he said. "If my calculations are correct, this should be possible. At the very least, it should work in theory."
"Thanks, AJ", Phineas responded.
"However, the materials you need are quite expensive, as they are rare and all", AJ added. "I doubt you have enough money for this."
"Relax, AJ, of course we have enough money", Phineas reassured AJ. "Otherwise, most of our other summer projects shouldn't even have been made possible."
"That's good, but where do you get so much money at all", AJ asked.
"We just save a lot of money throughout the year", Phineas answered simply. "Oh, and we may still get royalties for our big hit song we did a while back. And-"
Phineas was interrupted by the honking of a delivery car. "Oh, those must be our materials."
"You ordered it already?!" AJ asked surprised.
"Yeah, it's fast delivery", Phineas said, as he walked to the deliveryman.
The deliveryman said: "'Kay, I need a signature, and payment."
Phineas took the clipboard the man was holding and placed his signature on the form. As he was about to write a check, however, Trixie intervened: "Allow me to pay for you." She took the paper Phineas was holding and finished the check herself.
"That's very nice of you, Trixie, but Ferb and I can pay this ourselves", Phineas said.
"I don't want you guys in any sort of legal trouble, so I'm not taking any risks", Trixie said, as she gave the check to the deliveryman. "My family's rich. Daddy shouldn't have any trouble paying for this."
The deliveryman examined the check before he recognized the signature on the check, and then the girl who wrote the check. "Wait, you're the daughter of Mr and Mrs Tang", the man said. "Aren't you a little popular to hang out with these middle-class kids?" He quickly turned to Phineas and added: "No offense, kid."
"Why yes, yes I am", Trixie said. "It's due to a bet I lost."
"And none taken", Phineas said. "Although I rather expected you to ask if I were a little young to order any of this, sir."
"Oh yeah, you seem to be a little young for that", the man said. After a pause, he then said: "Well, have a nice day", as he hopped back in his truck and drove away.
"Seems that no one really cares about age when delivery's involved", Phineas said. He then looked around, asking, "Hey, where's Perry now?"
Perry was hiding in a treetop in the backyard. According to Carl's note, another entrance to an OWCA lair should be here. He climbed on the branches, looking for any clues. He climbed high, and he climbed low, but he eventually found it as he stepped with his webbed feet on something papery.
He looked and saw it was one of those sticky notes Major Monogram's other agents placed all over Dimmsdale. It said 'OWCA Entrance' with an arrow pointing left, leading to a hole in the trunk.
Perry swung down, took the sticky note and entered the hole, which in fact turned out to be an elevator. As he was being taken down, Perry took a glance at the sticky note in his left hand. It surprised him that there was still no one that noticed any of the sticky notes. Well, maybe someone did, but the one Perry held must've been hanging in that tree for at least a day or two, as was indicated by the dirt and the small tears.
Perhaps the citizens of Dimmsdale indeed lived up to the name of their town.
After his elevator trip, Perry found himself in the platinum white room he was so familiar to. As he was walking to the red chair placed in front of the screen, his boss appeared on said screen, saying: "It appears you've been using one of the elevator entrances of the house your owners rented. A classic entrance indeed."
As Perry seated down, patiently waiting for his mission, Monogram continued: "Anyway, we need you to go back to Danville and check on Dr. Doofenshmirtz. It appears he's digging through his failed and underutilized inators to get an inator he left unfinished, and... well, finish it, I suppose. Unfortunately, our reports couldn't find out what it's supposed to do, aside from collecting dust, that is, which I'm pretty sure is just because it hasn't been used for a while. So, anyway, find out what it does and put a stop to it. Good luck, Agent P."
As Perry went to a platypus-inspired hovercar and flew out of his lair heading east, Carl spoke off-camera to Major Monogram: "Sir, I've been thinking..."
"Carl, you're not getting paid, if that's what you were asking for", Monogram said bluntly.
"Erm, no", the intern said. "I was actually thinking, what if something happened that forced Agent P to return to Dimmsdale? I mean, that would be quite a time waster, wouldn't it?"
"I'd say that would be quite a contrivance, and probably not even a good one", Monogram said. "Something else you've got to say?"
"Uh, yeah, I've also been thinking, what if Doofenshmirtz's inator was intended to collect dust", Carl pondered. "As in, it's a Dust-Collect-Inator?"
"Now that would be just plain stupid", Monogram concluded.
