Hey y'all, sorry this took longer to update, but I've gotten caught up in starting the school year and my job. So I promise haven't deliberately abandoned this story for two weeks :p Anyway, here's another warning for y'all; this will most likely be a Vanessa/Monty fanfic. Just a heads up.

Anyway, after that cliffhanger last chapter.. here's part four!

Chapter 4

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Perry

BOOM.

The three of us held on for dear life as everything around us exploded into a mass of fire and smoke. As the wind flew fiercely into our hair and the pieces of robot and hovercraft came shooting down upon us, I opened my eyes as watched as the ground got closer. I used my wrist to press the button on my parachute and immediately Phineas and Ferb did the same.

This really reminded me of the second dimension.

"Did we just destroy all those robots?" Phineas asked in awe as we descended.

Ferb pulled out the GPS from his pocket and glanced at the screen. All three of us hit the ground just then, landing on our backs as the parachutes flowed gracefully to the ground. Phineas stood and brushed himself off, as did Ferb.

I peered over the green hair at the GPS readings. "Come." I cried immediately, pulling off their parachutes and grabbing their arms. "There are still more. We aren't safe."

"But we didn't make it to Danville!" Phineas replied as he ran after me.

I shook my head. "Just trust me."

Phineas pried his arm out of my grasp and glared, sending chills down my spine. He didn't look menacing while angry, but there was a certain dramatic change in his eyes that was almost scary. "Trust you? You expect that from me, from us, even after all this?"

"Perhaps we should find safety first." Ferb cut in as if it were the most natural thing to say.

Phineas debated arguing, but then sighed and nodded his head. I gave Ferb a silent thank you, and I was sure he understood, because he nodded at my gesture. Then I lead the way through the trees, following the GPS coordinates that lead straight toward Danville.

"Agent P, come in!"

That insane beeping again. I seriously needed to get a new alert ringtone for my wrist watch; something with a little less irritation.

"Here, Major." I replied into the watch.

"Have you made it into Danville?"

I pointed my watch at the vast surrounding of trees and lifted an eyebrow for an answer.

Major Monogram sucked in a breath. "I see. You are on the run?"

"Code Alpha Red."

"I'll send the guards of our agency team to find you and bring you all back. So far the Phineas and Ferb robots have fooled the rest of the Flynn-Fetcher family and.. oooh.." Major Monogram coughed awkwardly as he saw my pained expression. "Are the boys listening?"

"Wait wait.. Phineas and Ferb robots?" Phineas asked with an air of accusation. "So there are two robots pretending to be us at home right now?"

"Sorry Phineas, but the less who know, the better." Major replied firmly.

"But what somebody finds out?"

"They won't. And when you return, it will be as if nothing had happened. You are to keep your lips sealed on this subject. Are we clear?"

Phineas nodded miserably. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Keep a lookout, Agent P."

"Yes, sir."

Phineas turned to his brother. "You know Ferb, its strange that right now two robots are doing what we should be doing right now. I wonder if they'll build something fun today, hang out with our friends, ask where Perry is.." Phineas grimaced as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth.

I hid the sudden clench of my heart, but it was difficult.

"We have to keep moving." I answered sternly, ignoring those comments. "They are getting closer."

We moved along the trees, always watching for signs of another attack. So far Ferb's GPS was silent, but I wasn't about to take any chances. Agents never took chances. That beautiful, perfectly cool breeze was blowing again, only this time it brought about an energy unknown rather than dreams.

"Hey guys, did you hear that?" Phineas asked from behind a pine tree. "Ferb?"

Ferb shrugged in a perplexed manner. I squinted my eyes and peered through the dying sunlight, trying to see deep into the trees. The grass made squeaking sounds under my apparent human transformation given boots as I walked forward.

The evening sunlight looked so harmless shining against the leafy green trees, especially with that breeze blowing.

Until I saw something move. Instantly, I jumped back and grabbed Phineas and Ferb by the arms, pulling them along. Two gigantic metal robots came crashing through the trees, eyes gleaming red with blazing electronic fire, metal hands spinning with dangerously sharp wheels that cut right through the bark, arms pushed forward for attack.

"Hey Ferb, I know what we are gonna do today!" Phineas yelled. "Get the heck out of here!"

Ferb looked at his panting brother. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing."

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Vanessa

I was doing okay. In fact, I was doing better than okay.

Of course, I'd been upset that Johnny had tossed me aside for a fling with some stupid girl without one ounce of sympathy for my feelings, but I'd realized that it never was Johnny that I was afraid to lose.

It was my security. I was a good looking girl, a tough girl, with a whole lot of spunk to spice up the night, but I had moments of doubt and challenges against other females. I just wanted to belong.

Thankfully, most of my girlfriends had stood up for me, blaming him for all of the trouble we'd been through. I didn't need Johnny. And now, I was having fun being able to stop worrying about him.

Of course, it could only get more fun at my dad's house.

Another explosion rang through the upstairs floor of the building my dad lived in. It was the weekend and I was staying with him till Tuesday night while my mother house cleaned.

Sighing, I put down my MP3 and wandered down the hallway to see if my father was okay. Thankfully, I found him undamaged, mind you covered in soot and surrounded by broken parts, but undamaged.

"Dad, what on earth are you doing?" I sighed as I watched him stand up and brush himself off.

"Oh, hi Vanessa!" He smiled. "I was just trying to take over the Tri-State Area, but my inator was rudely destroyed by another one of those pesky agents."

I glanced around the room uncertainly. "Did Perry leave already?"

"Oh, no Major Monobrow called and said Secrets the Secretspus decided he was too important to show today, so I.. yaknow, fought with this.. ah.. I'm not completely sure what animal it was exactly.. it looked like a cross between a lizard and an ogar.. And he was totally unrealistic, I mean he didn't even try and escape my trap.."

"Whatever." I shook my head. "I'm going down to the Steam Noir."

"Okay darling, don't stay out to late now! And no tattoos!"

"Dad!"

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Vanessa

The Steam Noir, the perfect place to chill and take some time to think.

And to get away from everything else not worth living for.

Teens of all kinds were sipping coffee and hot chocolate all throughout the little cafe, talking in low murmurs and enjoying each other's company. It was when I turned my head that I noticed the young man behind me.

He looked familiar, more than familiar actually. His eyes alighted as our faces turned toward each other, and I knew he had to be the boy I'd seen for only a glancing moment.

"I know you." I spoke, trying to keep my voice cool. "You're that guy who flew off my dad's roof."

"You're going to have to be more specific; I fly off of so many roofs." He smirked. I had to smile; good sense of humor, that was a nice first impression.

"Is that a good guy thing?" I raised an eyebrow. "You know, barging into people's houses and flying off of them?"

"No, only super heroes do that."

"So you're a super hero?"

He winked and shrugged his hoodie around his head. "That depends if you're up for one."

"What can I get you two?" The cashier asked with a drawling voice.

"Cappuccino with chocolate powder on top and a ginger scone please.." I trailed off, realizing he had said the exact same thing, and was looking at me with a wide smile on his face. Something inside of me began to flutter.

"Monty Monogram." He held out his hand and I shook it confidentially. "Perhaps you would like to share those cappuccinos?"

"Vanessa Doofenshmirtz. And sure, if you're up for a villain's daughter."

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Candace

"Hi Mom."

"Hello, sweetie. Finally out of that emo stuff I see?"

I rolled my eyes. After my run in with Jeremy, I had decided to give up the whole emo thing. A life without friends, happiness, and excitement was exhausting; plus, a life without busting my brothers just wasn't complete. I was back to being the obnoxious older sister!

"Come on, Candace." Mom smiled, pulling her cupcakes out of the oven. "Go outside and have fun with your brothers before sundown."

I smirked. "Be sure to pop out any time you feel like it!"

"You mean to see the gigantic, dangerous, bustable, invisible thing that the boys have built outside?"

"Ha ha, very funny." I seethed. "Just be sure to come out, okay?"

"Alright, Candace. I'll be out in an hour."

"Super!"

I wandered aimlessly into the backyard and sighed as I watched Phineas and Ferb and their loser friends chat over some project or another. The sun was burning down upon my back as I seated myself against the fence and peered at my brother through the bushes.

"Hey, Candace."

I jumped as Phineas looked down upon me. The sunlight seemed to gleam off of him, but I dismissed the strange notion. Gritting my teeth, I stood and pointed to the gigantic, dangerous, bustable whatchiamahoosit standing ten feet tall in the backyard. Then I grinned maliciously. They were so busted!

He held out a pencil. "Here."

Staring at him and then my empty notebook oddly, I took the pencil. His hand was burning to the touch, as if he had a racing fever, but his face looked just fine. Mostly.. his face was gleaming. Was he really sweating that much? "Um.. what do I need a pencil for?" I asked.

But he was gone and my cell phone began to ring before I could even contemplate it. The caller ID read as restricted, probably a random prank caller or something. Shrugging, I answered the call.

"Ms. Candace Gertrude Flynn?"

The voice was deep and crackly, like a pad of paper wadded and crumbled to the beat of a single drum.

"Um.. hello? Who is this?" Then I snorted. "Buford, get off my cell phone!"

The scratchy voice broke into a deep laugh. "I assure you, you do not know me. But you're next."

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Perry

We bolted faster than three rabbits after a carrot stick.

More than once, my brain urged myself to get down on all fours and run, as that was the fastest way for a platypus, or perhaps find a river and jump. I had to keep reminding myself I wasn't a platypus anymore, not to mention how utterly horrible these human hands and arms were for supporting one's weight. They were shorter than my legs.

Phineas and Ferb were keeping up behind me, nimble and swift on their feet. My hands were still tightly holding onto their arms, squeezing them just to know they were still right beside me. My heart was beating fast, my body was sweating in the humid heat of the night, and my feet hurt like heck, but I kept going.

I jumped as the robot blasted a laser down upon us. Phineas and Ferb both ducked out of the way, yelling- well, Phineas was yelling; I wondered how Ferb came to be so dang noiseless- and ran right through branches, not caring if they smacked us in the face.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" That villain with the black mask had appeared on a little screen right in the middle of both robot's stomachs, and was smirking as we tried desperately to escape.

Sighing, I let go of the boys with one hand and pulled out my grappling hook. "What are you doing?" Phineas yelled as I stopped and pointed straight above me.

"Hang on!" I cried, letting the rope loose, and pulling us up with it, till we landed on top of one of the trees.

"What are you-?"

"Just don't let go!" I screamed, throwing the grappling hook again and darting us off the scratchy branches into another pile of growing leaves. One of the robots crashed into the tree and fell into millions of pieces onto the dirt floor. Where the heck was Major Monogram with that hovercraft?

As we jumped spiderman style into the next tree, Phineas pulled out one of my blasters and aimed it at the next few robots that were catching up to the ones attacking. Right before I was forced to jump again, he fired the weapon, and watched with awe as it dispersed into smaller red lasers and targeted three or four of the robots, making them explode right where they were hovering.

I gasped, "How did you?-"

"We made some modifications to your original laser gun." Phineas explained with a dramatic flourish. "Now it separates and targets more than just one robot at a time, at the same level of power as the normal laser gun would. Pretty sweet, right?"

"I'll be impressed when we don't die."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and then a crack that echoed throughout the entire forest floor.

"Umm.. was that supposed to happen?" Phineas cried.

I grabbed onto both of their arms even more tightly. "I think not!"

The tree we were standing on began to rumble underneath our feet and started to drop menacingly to the ground. I pulled out the grappling hook and pointed it anywhere but here, but another of the robots burnt the rope with their lasers, completely destroying the use of my favorite gadget.

Hello, those cost money, you know, and they aren't cheap!

The three of us collapsed onto the dirt ground with the tree, landing on our knees and butts and groaning with the pain of the hard landing. Five robots sprang forward and surrounded us, pointing their lasers directly at our hearts. Another robot flew to the center, the screen on and presenting the ugly face of our mysterious attacker.

Lovely.

"Don't get too comfortable." He laughed. "The three of you are mine!"

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Ferb

They say that the ones we hurt the most are those that we love. I'd always known that, known that my words could be used as a weapon when provoked, which was why I rarely used them. Of course, when we say they say, we never actually know who they are, so perhaps I was mistaken to have taken the idea so close to heart and soul.

Still, we were in a right mess.

I can't say I wasn't surprised to find my beloved pet and friend to be an actual spy and agent, who had been sneaking behind our backs for years, leading us to believe him mindless and unintelligent, when really he was stopping evil on a regular basis. I can't even say I'm not hurt by the idea. But I had had my suspicions long before this unfortunate event. There had always been something different in that platypus; it had just taken me too long to figure it out.

I could see where my stepbrother was coming from in the fact that we were both hurt by the lies. But the way Perry had looked trying to explain, or rather not explain, the reasoning behind his secrets, led me to believe there was something dreadful he was sparing us from hearing. Perhaps it was a last resort to protect us from whatever horror he was concealing.

After all, evil is never pretty. And to fight it is a rather brave thing to do.

Was I angry at Perry for never telling us the truth, or even hinting that there was more to his character than simply an animal that didn't do much? Confused maybe, hurt, maybe a little, but angry, no. It doesn't take the revealing of every single secret to get to know a person's heart for what it is. Unfortunately, my stepbrother does not understand this. And I am afraid it will lead to something dire between the two of them if they don't realize what this continuous tension is doing to them.

Now that Perry is.. somehow.. human, I can read him easier than when he'd been a simple cross-eyed platypus. He and Phineas both are suffering from a disease of the heart, and they are unable to communicate.

I suppose it's up to the quiet one to fix things now.

"Finally, I have you!" The villain continued to monologue, eyes blazing behind his black mask, arms waving wildly in dark glee. "Robots, tie them down!"

I didn't even struggle as the robots pushed us against the bark of three trees and tied us down with black rope. Perry and Phineas were both glaring at the robot screen as if their stares would make it explode. I peered up at the setting sun, and the angles they made with the shadows beneath us. I estimated that in exactly five minutes and thirty-eight seconds, the sun would be directly parallel to us. Perfect.

"If you are here to kill me, then just go ahead already!" Perry yelled. "But I won't let you unless you let them go!"

"Are you crazy?" Phineas cried. "No way am I letting him kill you!"

"Shut up! Shut up!" The villain roared, pounding on the screen like a child throwing a tantrum. "Honestly, I hate agents, and I especially hate them when they talk!"

Perry's lips curved upward in a satisfied smirk. "Then why did you send that laser beam at the motorcycle contest and turn me human if you hate talking agents so much?"

Diversion; a perfect tool. It hadn't escaped my notice that Perry was certainly good at his field.

Five minutes and two seconds.

The villain clasped his hands behind his back and peered at the three of us with a smug expression. "I had no intention of killing you, Agent P. In fact, you can't even prove that it was I who sent that blue beam that turned you human."

Perry quirked an eyebrow. "I never said it was blue."

The villain's mouth dropped, then he grunted in irritation, muttering about stupid agents and their smug attitudes, before pulling back a black curtain from his side of the screen and revealing a rather interesting looking machine. It was about the height of Perry's now human form, shaped like a badly created vase, and glowing bright green with power. "You see, Agent P. I've had a bout of revenge to settle with someone in the agency for a very long time now. Three years ago, I was cast out of the family with shame for being what I'm naturally good at; evil. My father never understood me. I was angry and hurt when he'd cast me out on my own. I vowed to get my revenge. And now that I have his best agent and his little family in my captivity, Agent P, I can finally bring him out in the open and destroy my father for all the pain he caused me!"

Perry sighed. "I've heard this same story so many times, you wouldn't believe. What I'd like to know is, who are you?"

I glanced again at the sun, feeling the ropes as they scratched into my skin. My hands began to stretch, trying to reach into my pockets. Three minutes and ten seconds.

The villain smirked and began to chuckle with unfriendly amusement, before then peeling the black mask off his face and revealing a boy about eighteen or so with both his eyes on the side of his face and a monobrow. Perry gasped; apparently he was already acquainted with this character.

Two minutes.

"It is I, Mitchell Monogram, the newest scientist of pure evil! And once I destroy my father and take over the O.W.C.A., I will become ruler of the Tri-State Area! Wahahahahaha!"

Phineas raised an eyebrow. "O.W.C.A.?"

"Name of my agency. Don't ask." Perry replied in an undertone. "You'll never get away with this, Mitchell!"

"Oh, I think I will." He smirked. "And once I take you three and find that stupid teenage sister of yours and take her to my evil lair, I will use you as bait for my father!"

My right arm was starting to ache from stretching against the bonds of the rope, but I finally grasped onto the handle of a small magnifying glass. I always had one on me for interesting projects, just in case I came across something that needed a closer eye. Only another thirty seconds now, and I could begin trying to escape.

Perry grumbled, "That still doesn't explain why I'm human!"

"In good time, Agent P, in good time." The villain winked.

Finally, the sun was right above me. I maneuvered the magnifying glass underneath the sunlight and produced a single ray of light that I could control. With a little strained movement, I pointed the ray right in front of the ropes and watched as they began to burn, scorching the cords until they became so raw they fell apart right off of my body. The robot who had noticed my movement instantly began to fire his lasers. I ducked most of them and jumped over the rest, making my way over to my stepbrother and former platypus pet.

"No, no, GET THEM!" Mitchell Monogram yelled to his robots, who immediately began to fire, raining down a multitude of lasers at our bodies.

I freed Phineas in a flash, and blinked as Perry stepped from the tree, the ropes falling around him like glass. Apparently he had already made his way out of the rope. Like I had said, good at his field.

Perry growled and did a cartwheel around two incoming lasers before jumping and punching one of the robots in the face. His hand pulled out a fistful of wires, making the robot fall to the ground with a metal thud. Phineas made a dart for it, running straight for a tree and making a sharp left, causing the robots to knock into the tree and fall to the ground. I grabbed the tricked out laser gun and fired immediately at the three robots impending upon my person. The lasers shocked them and they fell to the ground with dying computer noises.

"Ferb!" Phineas yelled, reaching out for my hand.

I grabbed it and launched him forward, where he ran into two more robots with the end of a metal gun. They both broke into two halves, crashing onto the dirt floor. Perry catapulted into the air and punched two more as if they were no more difficult to break than toothpicks.

"GO AFTER THEM YOU FOOLS!" Mitchell yelled, as more robots, swarming like masses of bees, began to descend upon us.

Perry gasped. "There's no way.."

"No, we can make it out of this!" Phineas cried back with a determination. "I know we can!"

"Perhaps you forgot that I'm the secret agent here?" Perry growled.

"It's hard to forget when you keep reminding me!"

I tapped onto Phineas' shoulder and pointed upward where a shadow was flying down toward us like a glorious saving hero. "The hovercraft!" Phineas cried, overjoyed. Perry grabbed onto both of our arms once more and made a huge leap into the air. His wrist watch began to beep and the hovercraft zoomed under us, catching us midair and immediately zapping at turbo speed into the air.

"Hey, I can see Danville from here!" Phineas yelled.

As Phineas took the wheel, I checked our homemade GPS and found all of the robots flying toward us. There weren't as many as there had been, seeing as we had destroyed quite a few of them in the explosion.

"They're gaining!" Perry cried.

Phineas glanced back at me with a gleam in his eyes. "Ferb?"

I pulled out the laser gun and pushed a red button on the side. The laser immediately added five or six more blasters and aimed directly at the oncoming robots. With one shot, the blasts hit every single robots, making them explode in a mass of metal and dust.

"Wow." Perry gasped. "And I thought we had advanced weapons."

"That took all the power from it." Phineas explained quietly. "Sorry, but that weapon is toast."

Perry shrugged. "I'm not complaining."

Phineas began to punch in coordinates at the driver's wheel. "Let's go home."

"We can't go.. back to the house." Perry tripped on the words again. "Mitchell Monogram knows somehow that you aren't there."

"But Candace.."

"Would you rather us all be captured?" Perry argued. "We will have to reach your sister. But we will need something to defend ourselves with."

"We'll need parts." Phineas finished. "What about contacting your agency?"

Perry shook his head. "Major Monogram can send us something to help, but going to the agency now is too risky."

"Right.." Phineas sighed.

Perry looked from the skyline, which was already beginning to form with the beautiful skyscrapers of downtown Danville, then back at us, then again at the skyline. He sighed. "Look, I don't really like this idea. But I know one person who might be able to help us out."

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Candace

"Stacy! I just got threatened through my cell phone by this random person named Mitchell Monogram! How did he get my number? What does he want? And why the heck is his last name Monogram? What kind of a last name is that?! It makes no sense!"

"Alright girl, calm down. Tell me what happened."

I growled in frustration and told the whole story.

"I mean it, Stacy!" I yelled when I had finished. "Something really weird is going on, and I intend to find out what it is!"

I could just imagine Stacy putting her hands up and waving madly. "Candace, you can't just go looking, it sounds like someone is really out to hurt you! Just because you think your brothers-"

"This isn't about my brothers; I just got threatened by this college aged man!"

"Candace, just calm down, okay? Obviously Phineas and Ferb must have something to do with this, I mean they've built rollercoasters and beaches and went to the moon and traveled through time twice.."

"Okay, I'll ask!" I cried in frustration. "Just give me a minute."

"That's it, Candace!"

The threat had been vague and non-detailed, but the idea had been pretty gory. Basically, he was planning on finding me, and there was nothing I could do about it. That didn't sound like the type of prank call Phineas and Ferb would call, but who could really say for sure? I put my phone down and walked over to Phineas and Ferb, who were busy pulling their blueprints out and spreading them across the backyard underneath their favorite tree.

"Hey, Phineas, Ferb!" I yelled.

"Oh, hey!" Phineas exclaimed. "Wanna check out our playground for cats?"

"You're building a playground.. For cats." I blinked.

"Yeah, we are gonna build it out of-"

"Enough already!" I cried, throwing my hands above my head. "Just tell me why you thought it would be funny to prank call me! Who spoke on the phone? Was it Burford?"

"What prank call?" Phineas asked innocently. "We never sent you a prank call, sister dear."

"Yeah, well you both are so bu- wait, you didn't?"

Phineas nodded. "Not even a regular call. Did you ask for a name or number?"

"Oh shoot, I didn't, other than he goes by Mitchell Monogram."

"Well, it's probably nothing. You should just ignore it."

I looked from Phineas, back to Ferb and their friends, and at my cell phone once more, before turning back to Phineas with squinted eyes. Something was off here, I could just feel that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Growling, I stood and looked down on Phineas with wide eyes.

"You guys are so busted! I'm telling mom!"

I bolted out of the backyard and raced into the kitchen, yelling for mom with my cell phone in my hand. She, however, wasn't anywhere near. Sighing, I ran into the bedrooms, knocked on the bathroom, unlocked the small cellar in the basement, checked the garage, but mom was nowhere to be found. Panting with exhaustion, I made my way back to the kitchen, only to find a piece of paper attached to the refrigerator door.

It read: Going to my cooking class, be back later. -Love, Mom

Well poo.

I dialed my cell phone and rang up Stacy's number again.

"Well, did you get that straightened out?" Stacy asked in her cool, optimistic tone.

"No!" I yelled. "Phineas didn't do it and Mom's gone so I can't bust them!"

"Candace-"

"I'm officially going to the panic room!"

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Again, sorry for the long update :p