"She's My Bad Girl Now"
Story Written by Freedom Fighter

Disclaimer: The characters of 'Phineas and Ferb' belong to Disney.

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Chapter Three (03.21.11)
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"Dad? Dad, are you here?"

Vanessa had just gotten out of the 'Big Head' and was returning the keys back to the metal cabinet on the wall as she called out for her dad.

"Dad, I'm back!"

As she started to scan the apartment for her father, Vanessa did not notice the small, motorized fly that was hanging out just above and behind her left shoulder.

"I promise I've got good news! C'mon out!"

Vanessa started walking towards the balcony. The fly, though, flew off in a different direction, in search of something else.

"I wonder where he could have gone off to..." Vanessa thought aloud.

She then spotted a cart nearby which had the remnants of the helium tanks her dad had used for his scheme on it. And attached to the handle of the cart was a note, which Vanessa pulled off and read.

(Vanessa,

Off moping the best way I know... buying things for TOMORROW'S grand scheme! Call you later to check up on your job search. And don't forget to lock up when you leave!

Dad)

"Aww," Vanessa moaned, "and after I was SO looking forward to venting. Oh well."

She glanced down at her watch and gasped as she realized what time it was.

"Oh! I might be able to catch Lacey on her lunch break! She appreciates hearing my griping!"

Vanessa ran for the front door, again missing the robot fly, which was now perched atop a set of blueprints sitting on her father's work desk. She turned off the lights and closed the door behind her. Once she was gone, one of the fly's eyes lit up like a flashlight in order to provide some illumination, while the other started streaming a live feed to show its master exactly what it was seeing.


The next morning...
(DEI jingle plays again, without vocals)

"That should be the last of it," Doofenshmirtz said.

He threw a shiny unused motor engine into the giant pile of assorted knickknacks and other materials that were now sitting in the bed of Norm's trunk. The giant humanoid robot was in his pickup truck mode, ordered to carry the load to where Doofenshmirtz was going to create his insidious plan for the day.

"They say that the early bird gets the worm," stated the evil mad scientist as he climbed into the driver's seat. "But today, I, Doctor Doofenshmirtz, will get the world! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"That doesn't make any sense!" exclaimed Norm.

"Wha? No sense? Were you born yesterday?"

"Actually, I was born..."

"Nobody cares! Now, let's get moving before you-know-who shows up to ruin my evil scheme!"

Norm sniffled. "I need... a fill-up."

"Ugh," Doofenshmirtz rolled his eyes. "Fine. We'll stop at the gas station! But regular unleaded only!"

Norm's engine started up and Doofenshmirtz drove him away from the curb and into traffic.

"Because, you know," he continued, "gas prices are outrageous these days! Hmmm... should find a way to incorporate that into a future scheme..."


Meanwhile, at O.W.C.A., Agent P had just arrived. He seemed tired, as he was holding a full mug of hot coffee in his right hand and was covering his mouth with his left, as he happened to be yawning at that very moment.

Major Monogram, who was already up on the big screen, waited for his operative to finish before beginning the mission briefing.

"Good morning, Agent P! Sorry for the early wake-up call, but guess who is on the prowl again?"

Perry took a sip from his mug, expecting Monogram to give him the answer anyway.

"Doofenshmirtz, that's who! As usual, he's up to no good! It would be good if his usual was being up to no bad, but things just don't work the way we want them to sometimes!"

"Sir?" Carl interrupted from off-screen. "The mission?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, right! Now... through the use of traffic cameras in the tri-state area, we have concluded that he is heading into the heart of downtown Danville, right into a construction area where the Poven-Marsh Tower is being built! We think he might be trying to do something or rather to interrupt the progress of the fine men and women working there."

Perry saluted, already preparing to hop out of his chair and head out on the mission, but...

"STOP! I'm not done yet, Agent P. It gets worse."

Perry let out an unmentionable grumble as he lowered his saluting arm.

"Doofenshmirtz may not be working alone on this one," picked up Monogram. "Sources are telling us that members of the League of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United for Frightening Investments in Naughtiness, or L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N., are gathering at the site as well. Of particular note..."

A file photo of 'Rodney' showed up in the upper right corner of the screen.

"...this guy! Whose name I don't actually know or have any intel on, so let's just call him Rodney. 'Cause he looks like a Rodney."

"Sir," Carl cut in again, this time appearing on screen with a fax in hand.

"What now, Carl?"

"We just received this super secret fax from the Juvenile Association In Love with Busting Antagonists Instigating Trouble!"

Monogram gasped. "J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T.? Who came up with that acronym?"

With that, he took the fax from Carl and quickly read over it.

"Hmmm..." he hummed, before turning his attention back to Agent P. "It looks like J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T. wants to get involved. Some sort of inter-agency bonding thing. They're sending one of their brightest young agents out to work with you."

Perry was not pleased, but he had no intention of objecting to it out loud. Monogram continued as Carl ran back off-screen, hearing the fax machine printing a second page in the background.

"Now, I know you have taken down L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. before by yourself, and your last experience working with an agent from outside O.W.C.A. wasn't to your liking. Regardless, we owe J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T. a favor after the incident with Agent T last November. So we're obligated to accept their assistance."

Carl returned with the second page and handed it to the Major.

"They are not giving us the agent's name and photo, but they say she will not be hard to miss. She'll be wearing a pink catsuit. We'll be sending rendezvous coordinates shortly. Oh, and it also says to not worry about her credentials, because she was the former partner of Doofenshmirtz's daughter during her brief stint with them. So, meet up with this girl, and together, take down Doofenshmirtz and company!"

Agent P placed his still fairly-full mug down on the console, then headed off for the exit. Once he was gone, Monogram turned to Carl, a bit miffed about something.

"CARL! When did Doofenshmirtz's girl become a secret agent, and how come I wasn't informed?"

"Looks like someone didn't read 'Doofy and Doofus,'" chuckled Carl.


("So... my second day as a lab assistant. Yesterday, I was filing mindless paperwork. Today?")

Zoom out to show Vanessa standing on a steel beam on the ninth floor of the under-construction Poven-Marsh Tower. She was wearing the same lab outfit she had on yesterday, but she now also had on a hard hat to protect herself from falling debris.

("Well... your guess is as good as mine.")

She was holding a clipboard as she began barking out orders to both construction workers and bulky henchmen, with them all standing with the only completed section of flooring on that level.

"Team One!" she shouted. "You'll be working on the new floor extension project from the Southside of the building! Team Two, you'll continue installing outer framework for floors twelve through fifteen! Team Three, you'll be doing interior and lower support work on the sixth floor!"

"One question, miss!" a random construction worker raised his hand as he stepped forward. "Aren't you a little young to be a skyscraper foreman?"

"I'm not a foreman," Vanessa replied. "I'm a lab assistant! Now... get to work, all of you!"

"At once!" the entire group shouted in unison.

They then dispersed into their teams, clearing the meeting area as fast as they could given the narrow ramps and beams in the vicinity. As the crowd thinned out, Vanessa noticed that one man had not moved and was still standing there.

It was the man whom had handed her an application in the waiting room yesterday.

"Why are you still here?" Vanessa asked, hands on her hips.

"The boss said I'm your go-to-guy today," he replied. "He says that anything you need, I go get!"

"Really?"

The teenager smirked. She knew exactly how to use her new helper. She ripped off a corner from the top piece of paper on her clipboard, and scribbled something onto it. It was an address.

"Ask for Marv and tell him I sent you. He knows what I like."

"A... coffee shop?"

"What are you waiting for? GO!"

The henchman nodded, then headed for the ramp going downwards. As he ran off, Vanessa smirked with glee.

("I'm starting to like this job after all.")


Meanwhile, at ground level, Doofenshmirtz himself had arrived on the site and was getting out of Norm when he noticed all of the work going on in several different locations throughout the building.

"What's going on?" he asked aloud. "They're not supposed to start until I get here! I paid them good money to follow MY instructions."

"Well, Heinz," a high-pitched voice cut in. "You obviously didn't pay them enough... because they're all working for ME now!"

Heinz turned and was flabbergasted when he saw 'Rodney' walking towards him, coming from the building's incomplete main entrance.

"BUM BUM BUMMMMMMMMMM!" sang Norm.

"Quiet, you!" Heinz said to Norm, before turning to his rival. "And you! What are YOU doing here, Rodney?"

"Argh!" 'Rodney' grumbled. "That's not my name! And if you must know... I have paid off these men to create Carve-My-Face-Inator, which when completed, will successfully carve my face into the south face of this building for all of Danville to see!"

"Hey, now wait just a darn minute! That was what I was going to do here! And it's not called the Carve-My-Face-Inator, it's the Mount-Doofmore-Inator! Because it was going to look like Mount Rushmore. With only one head. Mine."

"Not anymore it isn't!"

"You stole that from me!"

"If that gets you riled up, Heinz, then you won't like what else I've taken from you!"

He pointed to the ninth floor, and Heinz gasped in shock when he saw whom was up there, chatting on her cell while leaning against an outer frame support beam. It took a second because she was not wearing all black, but her face was all he needed to identify her.

"Vanessa!"

To be concluded...