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Lichylichy: An extra long chapter!
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Lichylichy: Oh, and "One more thing" -Uncle. This is where it gets "Say what?" So if you do not like weird stuff, the rest of the story is not for you. Also, Phinabella rapidly approaching. Brace yourselves.
*Ding-dong!* The doorbell rang throughout the house. A man, who was placing in his contact lens, opened the door. A young girl stood on the doorstep, dressed in the Fireside Girls' uniform. She had long, pitch-colored hair that flowed from underneath a large beret, which covered the girl's face with shadows.
"Can I help you?" The man asked.
"Yes, yes you can. I am Isabella Garcia-Shapiro of Fireside Girls' Troop 56321." The girl said, smiling very, very widely. "And I am selling homemade cookies."
The man immediately reached for his wallet.
"Dear." His wife said sternly from the living room.
"Cookies!" He replied, gesturing to the cookies as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Cookies?" A little boy asked, running down the stairs, also putting in contact lenses. For a second, though, it appeared that his eyes... The woman sighed, and then nodded once.
"Three please. How much will that be?" The man asked, taking the cookies and biting into his. The boy and wife took smaller bites out of theirs.
"Oh, for you Wailen, nothing." The little girl smiled creepily again, as the kid finished his, and his eyes widened. He suddenly fell over, as bloody tears came to his eyes, forcing the brown contact lenses out, revealing red irises. "After all, they are onion-salt cookies."
The man gasped and scratched his own eyes, blood coming to his eyes too, and Moana froze as stiff as a board, and fell onto the ground.
"How'd you know?" Wailen asked, blood trailing down his cheeks.
"The signs. You thought you covered your tracks so well? You put up an inflatable haunted house, but even if it was filled with air, it would weigh alot more than any human could carry. Then there is the fact that you had a running river under the house, but guess what? I dug. There is not anything but dirt under there.
Then, there is the the simple fact that if people with torches and pitchforks ran into a house that was completely inflatable, then it would pop. But the wall splintered. And I could keep on going, the false devices made to look like they were making energy readings, the quick disappearances, to the fact that Russel over there was in a bush, yet he was not scratched up. But, I found one of the biggest faults was using your Kin name, Moana.
"But most of all, if you were truly human, then you would know that little Izzy Bell Garcia-Shapiro" She said with a sugary tone. "Had been kidnapped just last night." The "girl's" voice changed suddenly to a boy's, and the beret fell from the child's head, along with the ebony hair. Revealing palm frond-like purple hair.
"You've been hoodwinked!" Smiles sneered.
"We can play a full game of chinese checkers now!" Three overly optomistic voices said happily. Three floating robots came in, and grabbed them with large hands.
Ferb finished welding the last of the parts together, and the three inventors stepped back and admired their handywork, a phrase which here means, stared at the metallic bird with pride.
"Finally! The Falcoln-inator is complete, and I shall rule the Tri-State Area!" He cackled for a little bit, before noticing the angry stares of Phineas and Ferb. "Oh wait. Sorry. Force of habit. I mean, save my daughter and Phineas's girlfriend!" Ferb's expression returned to its usual unfathomable stare, but Phineas seemed to get even more mad.
"She is not my girlfriend!" He yelled indignantly.
"Really?" Asked Heinz in astonishment. "The look in her eyes said 'totally infatuated.' " He said, using air quotes.
"She was kidnapped by a lunatic younger than us, and you have been focused on that? She is just our neighbor!" Phineas screamed back.
"Can I say something?" Ferb asked.
"No!" The two triangular-headed people replied angrily, giving him a quick glare.
"You are a naive little boy." Heinz snarled
"And you are an arrogant old man!" Phineas countered.
"Guys?" Ferb asked, eyes narrowing.
"Not now!" The two yellled.
"You Have no idea what the real world is like!" Heinz shreiked.
"At least my inventions don't blow up in my face!" Phineas replied.
"SHUT UP!" The two stopped and turned to the usually quiet British youth. "Phineas, I expect more from you. And you!" Ferb yelled pointing to Heinz. "Are acting like a brat! By jove, grow up! Do you know how stupid you sound? You're arguing with a kid for crying out loud!" The two were silent. Phineas was nervously scratching his arm, and Heinz was nervously scratching the back of his head.
"Sorry kid. I'm just stressed. Having your one and only daughter kidnapped... it kinda makes one crabby."
"Yeah. I'm sorry too." The two shook hands, before gazing up at the inator again.
"But I'm driving!" Phineas yelled, then bolted for their creation.
"I am the one with the driver's license!" Heinz replied, before running at a pace that was faster than a panda, but slower than a platypus.
"Ahahahah! I finally have you two! The ones that tried to stop me from obtaining the cutonium from Sockman! And some sort of feathery thing." Mitch said, casting a disdainful glance at Agent E.
Perry snarled angrily at Mitch, who frowned. "I cannot understand you." He said. Perry enunciated each snarl this time. Mitch nodded. "Much better. And I already have triumphed. I have joined forces with Phieas and Ferb's most powerful enemies! Ahahahahahahahah- Well, technically, they are their only enemies." Mitch added thoughtfully.
Peter squealed. Mitch frowned. "I don't speak panda. Why in space would anyone learn that?" He clicked a button on a nearby robot. Peter squealed again.
"Get out of here." A robotic voice came from the robot. Peter squealed again. "Huh? Is that my voice? Luke, I am your father. OW! What?"
Perry had elbowed the panda. "Oh. Yes. There is no way you can defeat three highly trained scret agents!"
Agent E screeched. "Three? Perry and I are agents. You have a desk job."
"Only because my nemesis has been jailed for a while!" Peter replied. "Thanks to that platypus!"
"Oh, so it's my fault that he tried to kill me?" Perry asked.
"Now!" While the three agents were arguing, the army of robots had advanced closer, and the three were grabbed, and pulled into a glowing green portal.
"We made it!" Lily cried, finally reaching the penthouse's floor, sixty-five flights up. And having such small legs did not help.
*I'm done.* Agent C mewed, collapsing, sending the other three agents toppling.
*Looks like it's just us now.* Fredrick said, and the other two nodded. Pinky busted the door down, police style. The three rolled in, and three weapons were up.
"Freeze!" Lily yelled, hefting her Carbonator.
*No one's here* Pinky barked, holstering his Tennisball Launcher.
*Yup.* Fredrick agreed, putting a hotdog back in his fedora.
No Doofenshmirtz. No Perry. Not even Phineas and Ferb were there.
"Well, it is about time." A man in a green suit said angrily. He was floating on a giant green hovercraft with huge green pincers, which were crossed, as if the hovercraft was also angry with the robots and its leader.
"Shut up Khaka Peu Peu." Smiles groaned, as the Normbots behind him continued to chat about how evil puppies actually were.
"I am just saying." Said the first one. "They pee everywhere, and chew anything that they can get their mouth on."
"Yes, but they are cute and playful, which is not evil." Replied the second one.
"But they could be secret agents." The third one pointed out.
"That's true. But what if-" The second one began.
"Enough!" Smiles screamed. "Just, go back to base! I need to capture that Pizzazzium!" The normbots that were talking headed back to base, Khaka floated behind them, the family tied up in the back. "Uuugh. I did not sign up for this." He directed his jetpack forward, flying towards a normal looking house in the suburbs.
A short indian boy polished a canister with a tennis ball sized bunch of a glowing green material.
"I still cannot believe I have the largest amount of Pizzazzum in the entirety of North America! Possibly the world!" He hummed happily to himself. "Imagine the geneators this can power! Imagine the stuff I could build with this!"
"Imagine the destruction it can cause." A new voice hissed. Baljeat frowned.
"Well, I guess that it could be dangerous in the wrong han- Wait. Who are you?" He turned to see a smile, inches from his eyes.
"I'm the wrong hands." Was the boy's reply, and Baljeat doubled over, clutching a knife that was shoved all the way to the hilt into his stomach.
Baljeat gurgled incoherently, as Smiles grabbed the canister. He took one moment to lift Baljeat up by the hilt in his stomach. Smiles grinned wickedly as Baljeat screeched.
"At this point you don't think it can get any worse. Am I right?" Baljeat nodded weakly. "Listen very closely." Smiles pulled Baljeat and whispered four heart-shattering words. "She doesn't love you." He whispered slowly. He smirked at the look on his face. Smiles pulled himself onto the windowsill, and was about to jetpack away, when Baljeat choked out three words.
"It's not fair." Smiles seemed to hesitate, and there seemed to be a mental battle waging at that moment.
"Life's not fair." The boy whispered, a sad expreession on his face. "Life will take everything you hold dearly. The sooner you learn this, the better off you'll be when life catches up with you." With no more words exchanged, Smiles was gone.
With a whir of the drill that was the Falcon-inator's beak, the machine emerged on the other side of a green flash. Phineas glanced down at a duller looking Danville. He saw a wrecking ball go through a statue that looked like Dr. Doofenshmirtz riding a rhino. Trying to ignore the creepy surroundings, He watched Heinz with a confused expression on his face.
"Am I the only one with a serious case of deja vu?" The man askd the young boys.
"I feel like we've been here before too." Phineas replied.
"That's because it looks like home." Ferb said quickly. Too quickly.
"Ferb." Phineas said slowly. "You know more than you're letting off."
"Know? I don't know anything. Nothing at all. I'm fine. Perfectly fine."
"You do know something!" Heinz cried. The inator was silent for a minute.
"We all have our secrets." Ferb said quietly. "I more than others."
The machine was silent once more. And Phineas's mind slipped into the past.
Flashback #1
A young Phineas, about age five, was thinking under a tree when he heard his mother call for him. He stumbled into the living room, where the man that Linda was dating stood, a boy that looked like the man stared as if he was nothing but a statue, and holding a flag of Great Britain. Linda was standing nearby, Candace standing next to her, clutching her Ducky Momo doll.
"I have some news." The two said simultaneously. They both glanced towards each other.
"You go first." They said simultaneously.
"I insist." Lawerence said, and Linda caved.
"Phineas. Candace." The mother looked into their eyes. "I am getting married again." For the first time the boy in the corner spoke.
"You think you can just replace my mom?" The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture that was torn nearly . It showed a happy looking woman with long green hair. She had an arm around a smiling Ferb, and an arm around whatever or whoever else was on the picture before it was torn off. "You think you can replace this?"
"No." Linda said quietly. "I can never take the place of your mother Ferb." She said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "But, can you at least give us a chance?" Ferb glanced over at the brother and sister. He hesitantly took a step forward. His eyes locked with Phineas's. He... saw something. A spark. The spark of ideas and carefree life. Just like...
"Maybe I will." He said, walking the rest of the way with a large smile on his face.
Flashback #2
The scene wavered, as if made of water, and refocused on a day about a year later. Phineas and Ferb were building a small device so as to help keep tabs on their new pet platypus, with little luck since the gadget frequently coughed up smoke whenever it looked like they almost did it. Phineas sighed and layed the wrench down. Ferb followed suit, with the pliers.
"I not know what we been doin' wrong." Phineas said disappointedly.
"Not meant to be." Ferb replied. The two heard an upset chatter, and the sound of something falling. The two boys turned and spied their platypus, staring at the tree and the house simultaneously. Something that looked like a broken water pistol lay next to him, as well as a ring of leaves around him.
"Oh, there you are Barth- I mean Perry." Phineas said, smiling. He still had trouble with his name. The platypus chattered.
"Ay caramba!" A woman's voice came from across the street. Puzzled, the two boys peeked out of the gate. Across the street stood a girl, her ebony hair in a mess on her head. She was trying to lift a large pile of boxes from the back of a moving van. There was a sign that read For Sale, but had a ticker slapped across the front, reading sold. Phineas and Ferb slowly walked up behind her.
"You okay?" Phineas asked. The girl jumped.
"Huh? Oh. Hola. I am fine." The girl replied.
"Well, I'm Phineas and that's Ferb. We could give you a hand." Phineas said, looking at the large stack of boxes.
"No, no. I've got it." She replied. She finally managed to lift it, and began walking towards the house. However, her foot slipped on a banana that Phineas was for sure was not there before. In fact, he thought he could hear someone yelling.
"Curse you Pinky the Chiuaua!" Anyway, the girl slipped, and her boxes went flying. Ferb immediately jumped into the air, grabbing boxes. He landed on his right hand, a box on his left hand, two on his left foot, another on his right, and one on his head. Phineas immediately leapt forward and grabbed her back, catching her before she hit the ground. She stared at the boy. Into his eyes. The two remained like this for thirty seconds before she shoved him away.
"Get off me!" She yelled angrily. She dusted off her black shirt. She took the tower of boxes from Ferb, and shakily walked away.
"What?" Phineas asked, perplexed.
"Girls are a mystery to me." Ferb replied.
"Thank you for catching mi hija." Surprised, the two turned to see an older woman, probably the girl's mother. "Isabella has been upset since her father-" The lady stopped, and stared out at nothing in paticular.
"Phineas!" Linda came running across the street, Candace close behind.
"But but but, I saw it! Ferb caught five boxes with one hand and his feet! I saw it!" She yelled.
"Are you okay?" Linda asked, ignoring Candace completely.
"We're fine mom." Phineas replied.
"Oh, I'm Linda Flynn-Fletcher." Linda said, shaking the woman's hand. "Sorry if my boys caused any trouble."
"No trouble at all. I'm Vivian Garcia-Shapiro." The woman said.
"Hey, what if we take the kids out to ice cream?" Linda asked.
"I hope it cheers Isabella up." Vivian said, her smile falling. "She has not been the same since... " Vivian stared out at space again.
"Oh, dear. I'm so sorry." Linda said. Vivian smiled again, but her eyes were stilled filled with sadness.
"I'll go get Isa." She said, walking towards the house. The three smiled at each other. Maybe some new friends were moving in next door. However, when Vivian came back out, she was dragging a very, very upset Isabella.
"-e's a boy! No!" Isabella screamed, trying to run back inside.
"Come on hija. They're just being polite." She gave a nervous glance at Linda.
"Candace was the same at that age." Linda said, smiling slightly.
"I did not!" Candace replied.
"Yes you did." The other three replied, giving her a knowing look.
"Okay, maybe a little." Candace admitted. The group set off towards a nearby ice cream shop, and Isabella realized that her mom would not let her go, walked slowly with her, sulking. They went inside, and Phineas, seeing the machine that kept the ice cream cold, began talking about how they could make one better.
"Hey Ferb! I know what we're going to do tomorrow!" Phineas yelled.
"We're going to need alot of ice cream." Ferb replied.
"But an ice cream skating rink sounds cool." Phineas replied.
"Ha! An ice cream skating rink!" Isabella laughed dryly. "Impossible!"
"The only thing that is impossible is impossiblity." Phineas replied, but it was obvious his ego had take quite a hit. Isabella opened her mouth to reply, but they reached the front of the line.
"One scoop of rocky road please." Ferb said politely. The serving woman smiled at him, and gave him a scoop. Ferb immediately began to lick. Linda ordered a scoop of vanilla, and Vivian asked for cotton candy.
"How about you?" The ice cream woman asked.
"Strawberry." Phineas and Isabella said at the same time. Isabella glared at Phineas, who just shrugged sheepishly. The ice cream woman handed out two cones of strawberry. Vivian and Linda reached for their purses at the same time.
"Let me." Linda said.
"No, I got it." Vivian replied.
"No, I insist." Linda continued.
"No, I can do it." Vivian countered. Linda opened her mouth to say something else, when she heard the bell at the front. Ferb was holding the door open for Isabella and Phineas, who were leaving.
"We still have to pay!" Linda called to the boys.
"Ummm... actually, you don't." The ice cream woman replied. She held up a twenty dollar bill. "Your son already did." Linda glanced back at her son, then to the ice cream woman. She hurriued after her kids.
The kids were already half way home. Isabella was walking four arms lengths away from the boys. She licked her icecream hard, and the scoop fell and splattered onto the ground. Isabella just stared at it for thirty seconds, and then burst into tears.
"Wh-wh-why? Why is everything going so wr-wr-wrong with my life?" Isabella sobbed, having reached her breaking point. Phineas looked at Isabella, then his cone, and back to Isabella. He put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, tears staining her cheeks. He held out the ice cream cone. "Eww! Cooties!"
"Actually. There is no scientific evidence of cooties." Ferb replied, before resuming his licking of the ice cream. Isabella hesitated, but took the cone and gave a hesitant lick. When her skin didn't change colors, she smiled at him, and took another lick.
"Thanks. You need help with that ice cream rink?" She asked. Phineas looked over to Ferb, who gave a thumbs up. Phineas smiled.
"Definitely."
Flashback #3
The scene wavers once more, replaced by what looked like a theme park. A now seven-year old Phineas was working on a computer console, Ferb not far away, working on a boat in front of a tunnel in the shape of a heart.
"Excuse me?" Phineas looked up from his work. A woman of about sixty was staring at them. "Aren't you a little young to be fixing the Tunnel of Love?"
"Yes, yes we are." Phineas replied.
"Well, it sure is good to see kids today taking an interest in mechanics." The lady gave them a hard candy each before walking away. Isabella walked up, now in her usual pink dress. She adjusted her bow before greeting the both of them.
"Hey Phineas. What'cha doin'?" And by both of them, I mean just Phineas.
"Fixing the Tunnel of Love." Phineas replied, pulling hard on a wrench about the length of his arm.
"The Tunnel of L-L-Love?" Isabella asked.
"Yeah. You want a ride?" Phineas asked.
"Ride the Tunnel of Love? W-W-With you?" Isabella asked.
"Yeah! You, me, and Ferb! It'll be great!" Phineas replied happily. Isabella's hopeful smile fell.
"Oh. Yes. Of... course. Just... the three of us..." Isabella said, trying to keep the sadness out of her voice. She sniffed quietly. "I... I need to use the restroom." She ran off, trying to hide her crushed hopes.
"What's wrong with her?" Phineas wondered aloud. He heard a smack. He turned to Ferb. "Ferb... did you just face-palm?"
Flashback #4
There was a huge ripple, and the color drained away, leaving only vague shadows. I frowned. What... was going on? There was a sudden pain in the back of my skull.
"Hey buddy. Ferb and I wanted to say our goodbyes." Huh? Was that my voice? "You know, we thought we finally met the real you when we found out you were Agent P. But the fact is, pet, secret agent. They're both the real you. You are now, and always have been a great pet, and a great friend. We're gonna miss you Agent P. I love ya pal."
"S-Sir? Are you crying?" Whose voice was that? It sort of sounded like... that boy who came over when we made the Anti-Gravity Fun Launcher! What was his name? Carl.
"N-no. I'm sweating from my eyes." That voice sounded like that man from Ferb's secret agent lair.
"Okay sir. We're ready." I heard myself say. Ready? Ready for what? I squint, trying to make out the black figures in the even darker landscape. Nope. Can't see a thing.
"Okay Carl, we're set." The man said, confirming what I already knew.
"Umm, Major Monogram?" What? Isabella too?
"Uuuuuh, yes." The man, Major Monogram replied.
"So none of us will remember any of today?" Isabella asked.
"That's right." Monogram replied.
"Good. Mwah!" I felt something soft on my lips. I heard myself gasp.
"Isabella!"
"Hit it Carl!"
"Wait wait wait!" I yell! Then there is a flash of bright light, and I fell back into conciousness.
"Phineas?" Heinz asked. "Are... you okay? You sort of just... fell asleep. Instantly."
"Huh? Yeah. I'm... fine. I just wish I knew what that was all about." I reply.
I am fairly certain that everyone hear knows the fourth flashback. Too bad Phineas is still clueless. Even with two of his senses he still has no clue that Isabella kissed him. Aw well. See ya guys later. And I won't put up a review limit this time.
