Poptart Notes: Nothing to really say here. Except that I might launch a fanfiction series sometime soon. Hooray!

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Doof jumped at the platypus with a rolled-up newspaper. "Eat NEWSPRINT!" He exclaimed. Perry dodged quickly and calmly, then noticing several Mentos scattered across the floor. He picked them up and threw them into the enemy's eyes. The scientist screamed. "GYAAAH! MINTY FRESH!"

He stumbled backwards, landing on his bum in a trash can. Doof suddenly grinned. "You are a fool, Perry the Platypus," he began, "for garbage cans are an ideal place to find useful weapons!" He pulled himself out and began to fish around inside the can. "Okay, so if I could just find a glass bottle or a can or something…AHA!" He turned menacingly to the platypus. "Now, Perry the Platypus, PREPARE TO FACE YOUR DOOM!"

He brandished an old banana peel, which he and the platypus both stared at briefly.

Doof threw the peel out ahead of him. "Heck with it." He stuffed his hand into the garbage again.

"Prepare to face your doom…NOW!" The scientist now brandished a ray gun. "Oh, hey, would you look at this? Well, what is something like this doing lying around this trash?"

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"Looks like we're all set!" Phineas announced from atop his building. "Great job getting the bottles in there, Baljeet!"

Baljeet was panting, lying on his back next to Ferb on their building. "Th-thanks." He managed to gasp out.

"I still can't believe Candace wouldn't participate this time." Phineas sighed. "I wonder what she and Albert did while we were in the back yard."

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A good amount of whirring was going on from outside. Candace and Albert remained seated on the couch. Then there was a loud screeching, then a banging, and then a loud "KAPOW". Albert leaned over, took the remote, and turned the volume up.

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"Oh well. Ferb! Do you have the remote?" His step-brother gave him the thumbs up. "Fantastic! Commence pressing in five—" Phineas stopped short when he looked over at Irving, who wore a very anxious facial expression. "I'm sorry; did you want to do it, Irving?" Irving nodded rapidly, and, without even waiting for Phineas' O.K, began shouting, "FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! PUSH THE BUTTON, FERB!"

Click! Right on cue, Ferb pushed the button, and the arms began moving and shaking.

"…Well. That was anticlimactic." Buford noted.

"Alright, team," Phineas announced, "Get ready to pull the caps in…Irving do you want to do this one, too?"
"No, I'm fine now."
"Okay. Pull caps in…Ten! Nine! Eight!"

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