edit: Just so everyone knows, these are mostly separate short stories. I write them whenever I just need a break from thinking about the current main fan-fics I'm working on, so most of them aren't actually connected in any way. The ones that somehow do become connected I try to explain where to look for some background information in the author's note (always located up here for me) which will just be short little titbits because I don't want to take up extreme amounts of space explaining where an idea came from. They're more there if you have the time to look at them.

edit 2: I shouldn't have to put this here, but I feel the need to. K+ (the rating on here I most use) states that it may contain mild coarse language. That doesn't mean I'll use curse words, but I'll (very rarely) use weak alternatives (the kind you typically hear instead of the real ones)

Hey, everyone!

You could kind of call this chapter a sequel to "Back to Work with fangirls" because not only after I wrote it did I hear more than enough about everyone else's fandoms within the show (not that I mind that much, because like I said I write for accuracy and knowing the current fandoms actually surprisingly helps when writing) but I realized the ending was kind of hanging, so this kind of fixes it. (... although I technically ruin things even more for myself by doing so...)

Seriously though, please enjoy!

I sat staring at a blank page trying to figure out what came next… I could just as easily pick up the notebook nearby and continue on with the rewrite, but I was already bored with just mostly recopying what I already had.

"Hey, I need to talk to you," a voice said.

I sighed. "What now?" I asked somewhat stressed.

"…Is this a bad time?" Doof queried.

"You'd think by now you'd realize every time is a bad time."

There was silence for a couple seconds… Then Doofenshmirtz stated, "I read your sequel; you still haven't used me yet…"

"I just started writ…" I stopped and thought for a moment. "…Wait… I keep my notebooks with me where ever I go. How in the world did you…?" I seriously thought about it, and then added, "On second thought… never mind."

"But why am I…?"

"I just started writing it last week," I explained. "You don't really think writing only takes a couple of days, do you?"

He thought on it for a second. "…Well… you have a lot of those short chapter… things…"

I grimaced. "Those are from me getting stuck and you coming in here annoying me about it."

"…Oh… Well those can't be very nice…"

"This coming from an evil scientist," I pointed out.

"You actually think I'm evil?"

"Well… most Disney villains are notoriously 'bad', though mostly just fluff than actual evil…"

He looked completely confused.

"… You know what; forget I said anything."

"But about your seq…"

I interrupted, "Could you bother me later? I've got two fan-fics to write, not to mention the one I'm currently rewriting as well and…" I glanced at my watch. "…I have another visitor coming by in a few minutes and I seriously doubt he'd be happy seeing you in here."

"Who's vis…?"

He was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of an older… gentleman. Needless to say, Doofenshmirtz quickly dashed out the door.

"Was that…?"

"Oh, don't worry about him," I quickly disclosed. "What is it you wanted to talk about, anyway, Major?"

Monogram just stared at me, which is REALLY uncomfortable considering his stares are… somewhat harsh at best. I squirmed slightly.

"This is about Carl, isn't it?" I guessed.

"I do have to check on this; he is…"

I interrupted, "I didn't really realize he was still in the room… If you want I'll just write an apology and…"

"You scared the poor boy half to death!"

"…Oh…" I thought for a few minutes. "…Well… like I said, I really didn't realize he was still…"

"This is serious," he stated.

"Most things are with you," I insisted, before looking back to my computer screen.

"…So, what is it..?" He glanced at my screen. "…Is that a page on Carl?!"

There are times when you don't really realize how INCREDIBLY stupid what you're about to say is… till it's unfortunately already left your mouth…

"I'm doing important research, I swear!"

The glare I got reinforced the sudden realization.

"I take it this isn't helping my case?"

He shook his head.

"…and no more Carl?" I guessed.

He nodded.

I looked downcast. "Darn," I mumbled to myself.