* I referenced the episodes "Get That Bigfoot Outta My Face", "Phineas and Ferb Christmas Vacation", "Rolleroaster". I don't own the episodes "Get That Bigfoot Outta My Face", "Phineas and Ferb Christmas Vacation", "Rollercoaster".

Snow: Part 1

"I'm telling you, mom!" The teenager followed her parent throughout the kitchen. "They're either going to make the world's largest ice rink, or turn their beds into dual sleds like they did last year."

"Candace," Linda shook her head as she mixed a batch of ingredients into a bowl. "I'm sure if the boys had altered their beds in any way I would've noticed."

"They made a roller coaster and you didn't notice!"

"Of course they did," She sighed. "Candace, you've been doing nothing but trying to bust your brothers all summer. It's Christmas Eve, can't you give it a rest for at least two days?"

"But-"

"Whoops," The mom muttered, looking over a piece of paper. "It looks like I may have accidentally doubled your Grandmother's Pumpkin Pie recipe. Could you go and get her for me, please?"

With a combination of a sigh and a groan, "Fine."

"You kids having fun?" Grandpa Clyde asked as he stepped on to the backporch.

The Flynn-Fletcher family decided to spend Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa Flynn's cabin. The lush, green mountain had transformed itself into a thick, white, blanket. Even the lake had frozen over.

"We sure are, Grandpa!" Phineas smiled as his brother chucked more snowballs at him. The boy laughed energetically as he brushed the snow off his jacket.

The man chuckled and looked to the right. Lying curled up with a beaver tail draped over the side of the porch was their pet platypus.

"Keeping an eye on them, Perry?" Grandpa Clyde chortled to himself as he bent to pat his teal head. Eyes fluttering open, the mammal moved to sit up and, with unfocussed eyes, watched his owners toss snow back and forth at each other. "Here," Perry felt something soft being wrapped loosely around his neck. "That should keep you warmer."

Perry looked down at the scarf and chattered a quick 'thank you' as Grandpa walked back inside.

"Haven't you boys built Snowball Launchers, yet?" Perry trilled to them.

"We were thinking about it," Phineas said as he gathered a clump of snow. "But we decided to go with something a little more traditional this season."

"It was good enough for cavemen." Ferb added. Suddenly, Perry whipped his head to the ground as a snowball zipped passed at the very last moment. He looked at his owner. "It slipped." The silent of the two brothers said. Grinning deviously, the platypus scooped a mound of snow together. Beep, beep, beep…

Perry stalled and uncovered his watch. With an apologetic chatter, the agent saluted and ran off. Ferb noticed his brother's crestfallen face and gave him a questioning stare.

"I don't know, Ferb," Phineas said as he flopped his back on the snow and stared up at the sky, watching flake after flake silently fall. "You'd think that after knowing Perry's secret we'd be spending more time with him." The kid with the green hair sat next to him. "But it just feels like he's been around less and less. I know he's a secret agent and all…"

He wanted to finish that sentence, but he couldn't think of a good argument to support it. A day off might give Dr. D a chance to rule the tri-state area, and they were allowed nowhere near any of his missions. That one issue was resolved after an almost hour-long debate.

The redhead sat up and looked out towards the ice-solid lake and all the way up to the snow-capped mountaintops. "Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!" A late afternoon hike could do just the trick to get their minds off things.

"Phineas! Ferb!" Their mother called from the kitchen window. "Come inside and get warm."

"And please help us with the gingerbread cookies." Grandma Betty Jo hollered. "We need to get them done before your father arrives with Grandma and Grandpa Fletcher."

"No problem!" He turned to his brother. "The sooner we're done, the sooner we can get the hiking gear together."

(Perry's POV)

I crashed through the windows of Doofenshmirtz's Evil Woodland Retreat.

"Ah, Perry the platypus," The doctor flicked a switch on the wall and a pine wreath fell down from the ceiling. The decoration piece promptly went over my head and tightened around my arms.

The scientist made a comment of how festive I looked before the usual routine started up again.

"You see, Perry the platypus, I have recently forgotten the reason why I started to hate Christmas last year. Ugh, don't get me started on how many hours I sat and tried to come up with the reason!"

"Don't think too hard," I rolled my eyes. "You'll hurt yourself."

"It turns out," Doofenshmirtz continued. "I don't have to hate Christmas, I just have to hate something about it." He grabbed me using the back of the wreath and started taking me outside to the balcony. "By the way, is that a new scarf?" Huh, I guess I never took it off.

He dropped me on the floor in front of a tall tarp.

"Behold!" He yelled dramatically as he unveiled the new 'inator'. "The Avalanche-inator! Back in Gimmelshtump, we didn't get a lot of snow. That's when I remembered why Christmas was always decent for me. I don't like snow. It's cold, a nuisance to shovel, and always leaves small puddles after you walk in the door…" Sometimes I can't help but ignore his babbling.

"Any who, with this machine," He gestured to the mountains. "All off the snow will be stripped away from the land and I won't have to deal with it for the rest of the holiday season! Quake in terror, Perry the platypus." His finger closed in on the button.

My limbs fell victim to a numbing sensation. Not just from the frigid air. I stumbled to the edge of the balcony.

Approximately three miles from the retreat were two little kids scaling a cliff face with pickaxes and ropes. My kids. I heard the buzzing of the Avalanche-inator.

I snapped the wreath off - the pieces flying in opposite directions - and hurdled over the side of the balcony. Taking out my jetpack in midair, I yanked the chord and made a beeline up the hills.

Much to my dismay, the laser was faster than me. A thin beam of light struck past and briefly touched the snow before fading. For a moment…nothing.

Then, the ground heaved a sharp shudder.

From the distance away, I could just make out a small, uneasy conversation between Phineas and Ferb as they dangled from the ropes. It was insane to the point of being surreal. The snow didn't look like it was moving at all. At the same time, the avalanche grew closer to them, inch by agonizing inch.

And in a matter of one whole second…I watched in horror as an enormous tidal wave of white fluff crashed over my boys, taking them away from my line of vision. My jaw dropped as the numbness returned.

The thunderous roar of snow approached me. I wasn't aware that I was flying as low as I was. At the start, I saw white.

Then, darkness surrounded me.

(Regular POV)

"Hmm," Dr. Doofenshmirtz mused with a scratch of the chin as he watched the avalanche. "I really should've anticipated where the snow was going to go."

Unfortunately, karma was not on his side.

Farther up the other side of the mountain sat their grandparents' cabin with the rest of the family inside. The avalanche never touched that area.

Somewhere, a muffled voice screamed, "Curse you, Perry the Platypus!"