A/N: Hey guys. Being back in school has put a damper on my updates, but here's the conclusion to "Chronicles of Meap" Thanks for all your patience!

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Chronicles of Meap Part 2: Foiling Mitch

Candace's POV

The boys and Isabella have been kidnapped! I hurried home to the backyard trying to come up with an explanation for when Mom would come home. I practiced my story with Meap. "Hi, Mom. Phineas and Ferb have been abducted by an evil alien and I'm here with another alien who isn't his son and…" I looked at Meap. "How does that sound so far?" Meap just stared back. "I agree: crazy! What are we going to do?" It was a great disadvantage that my P.A.T. ear piece could only translate for animals that came from Earth. Meap couldn't tell me directly what was on his mind.

Meap went to pick up Phineas' baseball launcher and brought it over to me. At first, I thought he wanted to play ball, but he pulled out photos of the boys and the evil alien from nowhere, trying to tell me something. It was tricky to understand, but eventually I had the gist of what he was saying. The kids were taken to some spaceship that was high up in the sky. "But how are we going to get up there?" I asked. Meap used the baseball launcher to remote control the baseball through the air and pointed at the tires of my bike. "That's it!" I realized.

Soon, I attached several baseballs to the tires of my bike. I placed Meap into the front basket and allowed him to take control of the baseball launcher. As I pedaled forward, the baseballs lifted the bike into the sky. All too quickly, my fear of heights started to kick in. No! I have to do this to save Phineas, Ferb, and Isabella! The thought of them in trouble gave me the focus and courage to get up there and help them!

Eventually, we approached what looked like a small cloud. But it was no cloud; it was a giant space station! After successfully getting on board, I noticed how mysterious the interior was. "Wow, check this place out! Well, now I know how to find Phineas and Ferb: They'll be where the cool stuff is." I stepped up to one of the windows. It was some kind of alien biosphere. Sure enough, there they were: the kids riding on top of a whale-like alien. "Ka-Ching!" I turned towards Meap. "Okay, I'll go and get them, you stay here; this could get dangerous." I went through the door and was amazed to see all the alien flora and fauna. Some of them were dangerous, a few were cool and friendly, but most of them were downright weird. It wasn't going to be easy, but I had to get the kids. I wonder what Perry's doing right now. I wished he could have stick around to see all this action!

Perry's POV

While still sticking onto Doof's carpeted wall, I watched as Doof went behind a screen to change outfits as he continued to lecture. "So you know when you walk around in socks and rub them across the carpet, you get that little static shock?" He jumped back out from behind the screen dressed up in some outfit made entirely out of socks. "Behold, the new uniform of pure evil! I call it the socky-shocky-suity." Soon he was rubbing his suit all over the carpets until he built a charge so strong, you can actually see the electric jolts.

"There" Doof finished, looking at his static-charged finger. "Now watch as every balloon in the entire Tri-State area is ripped from the hands of children, clowns, and... clown-children!" As I gave him the "you won't get away with this" glare, he grabbed the controls of the Inator. You Doofus! I silently thought towards him. You've forgotten that metal conducts electricity! Sure enough, he received a very nasty shock as the Inator powered on. Despite that, a huge electric wave spread across the city, ripping balloons from the hands of children, clowns, and clown-children.

In seconds, so many balloons, including some from the Bango-Ru convention, were clinging to the Inator. The static charge got so strong that pulled both Doof in his socky-shocky-suity and me as Puffy the Fuzzapus into the balloon collection. With the combined helium of all those balloons, the Inator was literally ripped from the floor and floated high into the sky. "You know, on paper," Doof sighed. "This was the outcome, too."

Soon our ride crashed into a space station as Doof rolled in and I continued to cling to the balloons. As the balloons started to descend, I pulled out my grappling gun and fire up near the crash hole. Then, I unstuck myself as my fur went back to normal. As I climbed up, I overheard Doof talking to someone. From what Candace would tell me later, that someone was an inter-galactic poacher named Mitch. He has traveled the galaxy, stealing creatures from their homeworld.

Apparently, Doof interrupted a showdown between Meap and Mitch. When Doof tried to leave the ship, he opened the door to an old familiar friend: Balloony. Evidently, Mitch found him floating all alone in space and captured him as the most unique creature in his collection, naming him "Colin" and his best friend. Doof protested, saying he actually drew his face while pointing at his signature as evidence.

"That's a birthmark," Mitch countered.

"It's a balloon, you idiot!" Doof gestured for Balloony to follow. "Come on Balloony, Let's scoot!" But Balloony didn't follow.

"See?" Mitch boasted. "Colin is my best friend!"

"You've changed, Balloony!" said a hurt Heinz. "And I thought you were back-story-worthy. It makes me sick! Well, I don't even need you anymore. Yeah, I've got an even better best friend. He's a really good listener; he even put up with me going on about how great you were! Ha!"

By this time, I finally climbed in. I knew where Dr. D's speech was going and was honestly moved. But I still owed him a knuckle sandwich for turning me into a puffball. As he stated his new best friend was me, I punched him out of the ship. For a few moments, I looked towards Meap. So, you're like the "me" of the galaxy. Finally, I jumped out, rescuing Heinz and taking him home. I sure hope the big alien didn't give Candace and the boys any trouble.

Candace's POV

Eventually, the kids went back out into the corridor, where they were surrounded by small hovering robots. I pulled out Phineas' baseball launcher and took out all the robots with remote-controlled balls. "Strike three, they're out!" I delivered a cool one-liner.

"Whatever happened to strike two?" Phineas asked.

"Where's Meap?" I changed the subject. "I told him to wait right here."

Phineas pulled out a device called a Cute-Tracker. The boys have been using it to find Meap earlier. "I'm having trouble picking up his cute signal," he reported.

Isabella was looking distressed. No doubt she was trying to tell Phineas that she was cute and Phineas was obliviously ignoring her. "Phineas," she said. "Since you obviously won't figure this out on your own, I think I'm the one causing the cute interference." Phineas pointed out that he took into account her cuteness and adjusted the settings accordingly. Sure enough, when he tried to set it back to normal, Isabella's cuteness shorted it out.

Suddenly, the inter-galactic criminal stepped into the room with Meap locked in a clear glass containment unit.

"Hi, Mitch," Phineas greeted.

I aimed my empty baseball launcher at the villain. "Get away from him, Mitch!" I threatened. Mitch called in more robots to trap us. As Mitch was gloating that he now had the upper hand, I noticed a single baseball on the floor behind him. I had an idea. If there was one of the few things I've learned from Agent P, it's to take advantage of a villain too busy giving a monologue to notice. Carefully, I controlled the baseball to hit the open switch on Meap's prison. At first, I expected him to run and hide, but Meap got up, destroyed the robots with his rainbow breath, and battle Mitch to the floor. After tying up Mitch's hands, he ripped off his mustache, rendering him to say only "Meap." I was amazed. He fights like Agent P, I thought silently.

Meap placed the mustache on his own face. It turned out to be a universal translator. Meap's very neutral face turned very expressive and his voice sounded like Lorenzo Lamas. "Children, thank you for your help in bringing down this villainous scoundrel. You see, I am an inter-galactic security agent who roams the universe, making sure people follow the rules."

"You're like the 'me' of the galaxy," I smiled. "I guess there was more to you than meaps the eye. After all, if there's one thing I learned from…an old friend of mine, it's to never judge a book by its cover." Out of nowhere, a large alien blob with many eyes came in. "Ahh, an alien monster!" I screamed. "Get to the ship!"

"Actually, that's my mother-in-law," Meap responded. "So she's correct. Let's get out of here!" Quickly, Meap, the kids, and I all got into Meap's tricked-out ship and headed home. Before he left, Meap brought back my bike. As we watched Meap leave, I thought to myself, you know, despite the bad day I've had with the Bango-Ru convention, I actually got to feel what it's like to be like Agent P: foiling a villain and saving those close to me! It's actually cool. Wait 'till I tell him!

A/N: There! I finished it. Happy?

I can't make any promises for when the next chapter will be here. But I got the outline laid out in my mind. Once again, thanks for all your patience.

Until next chapter, R&R. I am out! Peace!