Chloe, Buford and Baljeet were sitting with Tootie's parents in the living room, after Chloe rang the doorbell again.
"I'm so sorry I closed the door on you three", the red-haired father apologized. "I was so relieved Vicky hadn't come back early-"
"It's alright, sir", Chloe interrupted politely. "Everyone makes mistakes..."
"Oh. Of course", Tootie's dad said.
"Do you want something to drink?" Tootie's mom asked. "I'd offer some snacks, too, but we're a bit low on those. Unless you want pizza with anchovies."
"I eat anythin', ma'am", Buford claimed. "From cheese to rotten hoagies."
After the three kids were served lemonade, and Buford had been given a cold slice of anchovies pizza, Tootie's parents sat down with a cup of coffee, as the dad asked: "So, umm, what brings the three of you here?"
"Well, you see", Chloe began, "we kinda want to talk to your daughter for a moment."
Immediately, the parents winced, as small splashes of coffee were spilled.
"You? Talk to Vicky?" the father panicked.
"Why would you want to do that?" the mother asked. "You could get injured!"
"Besides, like I said before, she's not even here", the dad added.
"They're right, why would we ever mess with Yuckster?" Buford asked Chloe hysterically.
"We would not, and we are not", Baljeet replied irritably. "You have not forgotten we're actually here for Tootie, have you, Buford?"
"Oh, right", Buford calmed down.
The parents calmed down, too.
"Baljeet's right", Chloe explained. "We don't want to talk to your eldest daughter, but your youngest."
"Oh, but I don't think you can play with her yet", Tootie's mom denied worriedly. "You see, our dear Tootie has been emotionally hurt yesterday by some kids, and I don't think she's done crying."
The two parents muted themselves, allowing Chloe, Baljeet and Buford to hear faint bawls and sniffles coming from upstairs.
"We don't think it's appropriate to interrupt her while she's crying", Tootie's dad explained. "We're sorry, kids."
"Poor thing", Tootie's mom noted glumly. "What kind of monster would even hurt her feelings like that?"
Chloe frowned with guilt.
"That's the thing", she said. "I'm that monster. I want to apologize to her for what I said to her. For what I lied to her."
"And Buford and I would also like to apologize to her", Baljeet added. "We kind of went along with a bizarre plan of Chloe, that required us to deceive Tootie."
The two parents took in Chloe's plight, but were nervous what to do now, constantly shifting their eyes, fidgeting their fingers, and biting on their lips.
"I... I don't know", Tootie's dad finally replied. "I told you before that you can't interrupt her while she's still crying, but now I'm not even sure she'll let you in after she's done anyway."
"She'll have to listen to me, at the very least", Chloe pressed, standing up. "I'm not leaving until I get to apologize to her properly. I feel really sorry for lying to her."
Tootie's mom sighed. "Well... you can try when she's done, if you want", she said. "I think she'll be approachable in a few minutes."
She silenced herself, so Chloe, Baljeet and Buford can hear Tootie's sniffling gradually diminishing.
"In the meantime, what had you told to our daughter, anyway", she asked out of curiosity.
Chloe sat down, as she explained: "Well, I had been planning a date for Timmy yesterday, and Tootie overheard a little from it, asking if she would be Timmy's date. It was actually Trixie, but I didn't wanna upset her."
"An' that's when we came in", Buford continued. "Chloe asked us to keep Toots away from the date for the day."
"As you may have guessed, she found out regardless of our efforts", Baljeet finished.
"I see", Tootie's dad mused.
It was quiet in the room. Quiet enough to still faintly hear Tootie's sniffling.
"So... umm, would you three like another drink?" Tootie's mom asked.
Meanwhile, Doofenshmirtz and co are sitting in the van, having just paid a visit to an exclusive clothes boutique called Girl$ Mod€ and bought a set of clothes that look identical to Trixie's. So identical that it costed a fortune, but that isn't a big deal when you receive a large sum of money from your ex-wife's alimony every month.
"Now we got the clothes, all we need before I can build that decoy, is that wig", Doofenshmirtz explained. "You sure a regular wig wouldn't be good enough?"
"Absolutely", Veronica answered firmly.
"Well, okay then", Heinz replied hesitantly. "So, where's the dump?"
"According to the map, the Dimmsdale Junkyard is in the southern part of town", Vanessa examined.
"Thanks Vanessa", her dad grinned. "On we go, the-"
Suddenly, the group heard a loud thud behind them.
"Oh, great", Heinz grumbled. "Some irresponsible dunderhead crashed their car into ours."
Doofenshmirtz unbuckled his safety belt and opened the door.
"Umm, Mr Vanessa's dad, what are you doing?" Veronica asked.
"I'm gonna give that roadhog behind us a piece of my mind", Doof announced, as he jumped out of the van. "Alright, you miserable, Goozim-crashing, road swerving goat ride- EEK!"
Doofenshmirtz recognized that pink car. Not to mention the driver of said pink car. Or the messy red hair and thick-browed frown of said driver.
Vicky.
Doof wasn't all too pleased at the return of his teenage rival. The last time they butted heads on the road, Vicky demolished his van by swinging a mace into it. AND forced him to pay extra for it.
Noticing Doofenshmirtz, she pulled an unpleasant scowl similar to his as she stepped out. The unfriendly feelings they had for each other were extremely mutual as they stood against each other, with half-lid, unpleasing eyes and crossed arms.
"Vicky", Doofenshmirtz grunted.
"Doofenshmirtz", Vicky growled.
"NORM", Norm suddenly shouted cheerfully.
Only then, the two rivals noticed that the giant man robot stood with them.
"PLEASED TO SEE YOU AGAIN", Norm greeted Vicky. "THAT SKATEBOARDING MATCH WAS SOMETHING, AM I RIGHT?"
"Don't remind me", Vicky sneered. "It already took a day of yelling and cussing for me to finally calm down."
"What are you doing here, anyway?" Doof asked. "Crushing my van? Again?"
"You should be lucky I have nowhere to go at the moment", Vicky spat. "Tootie's been depressed since last night, and it hasn't stopped since. It has in fact worsened. Mom and Pop thought it would be a good idea if I didn't harass my little sister, and for once, I agree, because she's so miserable that bullying her isn't even fun anymore. Hence why I'm cruisin' around town with no discernible goal in mind."
"Okay but did you really need to crash into my van", Heinz complained.
"I wasn't paying attention to the road, OK?" Vicky yelled. "Ugh, whatever. I cannot ride in that thing like this, and I'm not done cruisin', so I'm gonna crash YOUR road trip instead, wherever you're headed to."
"SOUNDS FUN!" Norm said.
"What?! No, NOT fun!" Doof corrected Norm. "And why should I ever allow you to join our ride?"
"You wanna have your van maced again?" Vicky asked back.
Doofenshmirtz frowned during silence.
"...Take her into the car, Norm", he finally sighed in defeat.
"WITH PLEASURE", Norm cheered, practically bearhugging Vicky to the point her face starts seeing blue out of need for oxygen, as he and Doofenshmirtz stepped inside.
Vanessa, Veronica and Perry cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "Umm, Dad", Vanessa asked, "why are you taking her-"
"She would mace the car again if we don't allow her to tag along", Doofenshmirtz stated.
"Ohhhh", Vanessa and Veronica chorused.
Vicky squirmed herself loose enough to allow herself breathe, as she asked: "So, old man, where're you taking us anyway."
"The junkyard", Doof replied curtly and aloof.
"Yuck, why?"
"We need to look for a wig so I can build a decoy that looks like Trixie, a friend of Veronica over here", Doofenshmirtz explained.
"I know who those two are", Vicky said. "Heh, that wench is dating that bucktoothed twerp, ya know?"
"And she got undeservedly punished for it", Veronica said. "Timmy busted her out, and we're gonna put a decoy in her room so her mom wouldn't notice. And if you're gonna snitch ANYTHING about it..."
"We'll see", Vicky mused.
At last, Crocker finally returned from his home, to the golden castle in Fairy World.
"Guys, I'm here!" Crocker announced.
"Welcome back", Remy greeted. "I suppose you got those snoopers in that bag of yours."
"Yup, just knocked them unconscious again", Crocker confirmed, patting the burlap sack he's carrying over his back. "I think these two are a special case that are totally irrelevant to our ultimate plan, but could still be useful and beneficial to a plethora of evil schemes. That's why I'll be taking these two... to my EXPERIMENTATION ROOM!"
"Did you say hi to your mother, or my son?" Rodney asked.
"Yes, Mother was forcing your son to watch Cake 'Splosion again", Crocker explained. "I don't know why she likes it so much, she just does. And she keeps comparing Basil Bravo's voice to mine, which is always so annoying! I sound NOTHING like Basil Bravo, Mother!"
"...Honestly, he sounds more like Bobbi Fabulous, from what I've seen", Remy pondered. He then shook his head as he said: "Oh, never mind that; while you were gone, we locked up a few trespassers. Three more fairies, to be exact. Turner's fairies."
Crocker's eyes shrunk as he stretched out of surprise. "Turner's fairies, you say...?"
He then pulled a sickly grin as he hunched back, and breathed: "Excellent."
"Um, yes", Rodney confirmed. "Due to that, Remy has been eager to start the takeover."
"I'm always eager for that, but the test round goes first, eh?" Crocker said. "Luckily for you, Buxaplenty, it won't be long before we can engage the test round. I'll lock these snoopers up in my experimentation room first, okay?"
"Sure, whatever", Remy dismissed, as Crocker left with his sack.
