A/N: I love "Milo Murphy's Law" fiercely, just as I loved "Phineas and Ferb," but this is actually the first time I've written a fanfiction for it. And…I wanted it to be better than this. But not only was I EXTREMELY distracted and out of it today, but I really really have trouble with just writing light and fun pieces. I'm much better at dark and dramatic.

But, I hope you enjoy this, for what it's worth.

"But I still don't understand where I got the peach from," Cavendish protested, as he and Dakota walked down the street.

"Someone threw it at you earlier."

"But that someone was me!"

Both were probably quite willing to let their age-old time anomaly argument run around in circles as it usually did, but they were interrupted by a dog running up to them and barking.

"Hey, Diogee!" Dakota said, dropping to his knees to scratch the dog's belly. Diogee was quite willing to have this done to him, and rolled onto his back obligingly.

Dakota looked around. "I betcha three bucks that lamppost falls over."

"Three dollars? Why not five, why three specifically?"

"Cause I only have three," Dakota said, just before said lamppost toppled over. "Huh. Guess it didn't matter, since I was right."

"Diogee!" came the voice both men had expected to hear. And around the corner came Milo Murphy, his hands cupped around his mouth as he called for his pet. He spotted him and rushed over. "Diogee, come here! How is it every time I do want you to follow me, you run off?"

"Hello, Murphy!" Cavendish called cheerfully.

"Oh, hey, Cavendish! Dakota," Milo greeted, with just as cheerful of a smile.

"Hey, kid," Dakota smiled. It was weird how attached he and his partner had become attached to Milo. Cavendish and Dakota had very different interests and personalities, in most areas anyway, but both agreed that children were on the whole a threat and a mess. They were polite to all children, and helped any that they could, but they steered clear of every befriending one.

And yet both had taken to Milo very quickly. Something about his enthusiasm and innocence in the face of peril just made them both have a very high amount of respect for him, and they were always pleased to bump into him on the streets.

"Sorry about Digoee," Milo said. "I guess he got just got excited when he saw you guys."

"Hey, no worries, I think he's great," Dakota replied.

"I'm going on vacation this weekend," Milo said. "I was just looking for somebody who might want to take care of Diogee for a few days. Hey, you guys wouldn't be interested, would you?"

"Oh, Milo, you know how we feel about your dog, but don't you think one of your other friends would be more suited to that task?" Cavendish asked.

Milo shrugged. "Well, Melissa and Zach are going with me, and Chad's on his own vacation, and Amanda gets nervous around animals, and I think Bradley's allergic to dogs," he said.

Cavendish nodded slowly. "You've already asked around, then."

"Yeah, but that's okay, lots of people like dogs," Milo said. "I'm sure I can find someone. Maybe I'll try on the other side of Danville. They allow platypuses as pets over there, so I'm pretty sure it won't be hard to find someone willing to take in a strange dog."

"Platypi," Cavendish corrected.

"I always heard it as platypeople," Dakota put in. "Whatever. Why can't we take care of him, Cavendish? We don't have any missions going on at the moment."

"Yes, I know, but we don't know the first thing about taking care of a dog!" Cavendish replied.

"Oh, he mostly takes care of himself," Milo assured them. "As long as you remember to leave some food out for him and not let him get locked in any houses, he should be fine. Actually, even if you forgot those two things he'd probably still be fine."

Cavendish looked at Dakota, who was staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Come on, I've always wanted a dog!"

"Oh, very well," Cavendish huffed. "Yes, Milo, we'll look after your pet while you're away."

"Really? That's great!" Milo said. "I've got his leash and some dog food right here!" He handed over the leash, but as he lifted the bag of dog food out of his backpack, the bottom split open and spilled out on the sidewalk. Diogee immediately began gobbling most of it up.

"Oh," Milo said. "Well, that's okay, he eats anything, really. Anyway, I've got to go start packing. Thanks so much, you guys!" Then he skipped away, disregarding the bike that crashed into a car behind him.

Cavendish and Dakota looked down at the dog who was still gorging himself on the spilled dog food. "What have we gotten ourselves into," Cavendish murmured.

The first night wasn't that difficult. Dakota spent a lot of time playing with him, so both were pretty worn out when they got back to their tiny apartment, and they fell asleep watching Doctor Zone.

But the next day was harder. Because that was when Diogee starting missing his master, and decided to go looking for him.

"CAVENDISH!" Dakota cried, jerking his partner awake.

"What, what the dickens is wrong?" Cavendish cried.

"He's gone, Diogee's gone!" Dakota yelped, pointing at the open door.

"Oh no," Cavendish said, his eyes wide. "That dog wanders everywhere, there's no telling where he might end up!"

"I know we've gotta hurry!" Dakota answered.

But the interesting thing was that Diogee seemed to know he couldn't just disappear without a trace. When Cavendish and Dakota made it out the door, he was in the distance, standing at the top of a hill, watching them. When he was them start running after him, he turned and began jogging down the other side of the hill.

And that's how the day progressed. Diogee continued casually sniffing around for Milo, traveling to all the spots he knew Milo had visited. And Cavendish and Dakota tried everything they could to catch up to him, but Diogee kept himself always in sight, but just maddeningly out of reach.

"I'm hungry," Dakota whined at some point. "Can't he just allow himself to be caught for an hour while we have lunch?"

"Actually," Cavendish observed. "I think he just might. He's being very careful not to lose us. It's almost as if he feels he has to watch over us."

Dakota looked himself and his friend up and down, and all the mud and branches and scratches that covered them both. "He's not wrong."

So they were able to stop for lunch, and then they kept up the chase. It was getting exhausting, and they were almost on the verge of letting him just wander, since clearly he knew how to take care of himself, when they reached a very fancy hotel downtown. Diogee stopped in front of it and whined, and finally Cavendish and Dakota were able to pounce on him.

And that's when Milo came out, with Zach and Melissa on either side.

"Diogee!" Milo cried, rushing towards his pet. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know, we just thought we'd walk him right through the city…" Dakota started, while Cavendish cried at the same time, "Your dog has the worst case of separation anxiety I've even witnessed!"

Milo laughed. "Yeah, I should have expected he'd try to follow me. Sorry."

Dakota looked up at the hotel. "This is where you went on vacation?"

"Yeah!" Milo said. "I know, it's not that far away, but Mom wanted a break from having to worry about Murphy's Law, and said she wanted to just pay someone to worry about it for her. It's been pretty quiet, though, for some reason. Anyway, I thought they wouldn't allow dogs since it's like the fanciest hotel in the city, but turns out they do! So I can take him back now. That is, unless you want to keep taking care of him…"

"No!" both the time travelers cried.

"It's not that he isn't a great mutt," Dakota said.

"It's just that we much prefer enjoying him from a distance," Cavendish said apologetically.

Milo laughed again and nodded. "Yeah, I get that. Thanks for being willing, though." He pat his dog on the head, and said, "All right, Diogee, you can go on in."

And Diogee barked happily and followed his master inside the building.