Dear reader, you have read this far up to the story, and I thank you for reading my story up to this point. I hope this story has been satisfying. Enough with this note now, enjoy the next chapter to The Wild West.

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THE RETURN OF FERB FLETCHER

In the town of Greenville...

The Green Herb Bar was packed with kids. Some of them were local residents, others were members to a gang, and some were bounty hunters.

Out of the mixed crowd, only one was a true mercenary.

The young boy was seated in a reserved booth in the back. The dim candle light flickered, moving the boy's shadow across the wall.

The boy wore a black cowboy hat over his head, covering his eyes. He had a variety of weapons strapped to him. He had put his legs up on the other seat, and to everyone else, it looked like he was sleeping.

At the Bar's saloon doors, a cowgirl entered. She scanned the seats and booths in the room, and spotted the boy.

Slowly she made her way over to him. Her boots thudded against the wooden floor. In truth, she kept her hand close to her M9 sidearm, just incase.

She was about a meter away, when the boy's arm flashed out towards her, and pointed his own M9 at her. She was frozen in her place, frozen from surprise.

Everyone in the bar adjusted their glances towards the boy and the girl. The girl was still frozen, and the boy kept his M9 leveled at her. Some kids were stunned, and some were waiting eagerly for him to pull the trigger. Some kids drew their own weapons, and aimed it at the boy.

After what seemed like a very long pause in time, the boy folded his arm back, and withdrew the M9. The girl sighed in relief. After a while, everyone returned their attention to something else.

The boy raised his head, and his eyes shown from underneath the rim of his cowboy hat.

"If I was here to arrest you, I would have done it already." the girl sheriff said, putting her hands on her hips.

The boy just gave a short exhale through his nose. The girl had an irritated expression on her face.

"Knock off the silent treatment already." she demanded.

"What is it?" the boy demanded in a British accent. His voice caught her off guard. She had never heard his voice until now, and she had to admit, it was quite attractive. The girl pushed aside her feelings, and focused on the matter at hand.

"There is a call for you, Ferb." she told him.

Ferb slid his M9 into his holster around his waist, and stepped out of the booth. He stood at his full height, which was several inches taller than her. Ferb just walked right past her, and headed for the Green Herb Bar's exit. The girl quickly followed him out.

The two walked over towards the Sheriff's building, the only place with a phone. Ferb knew that the girl was following him, but he didn't care at all. The girl, on the other hand, had a feeling that Ferb would suddenly spin around, and shoot her on spot.

As they walked in the dirt street, everyone eyed Ferb as he walked. Whenever Ferb was seen, it meant trouble. Even with a sheriff following him, that still didn't ease the watchers.

Ferb entered the building, and walked over towards the phone hanging on the wall.

The kids inside the building focused their attention on him as he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he answered the phone.

Although she couldn't make out what was said on the phone, she could have sworn that there was a chitter on the other line.

Ferb immediately hung up the phone, and made his way out of the building. He exited the building, with the sheriff right behind him.

"You know Ferb, you are lucky I haven't arrested you yet." the girl told him. Ferb suddenly swirled around, and the M9 muzzle rested in between her eyes. Again, she was stunned and froze on spot. Several by-standers gasped at what they saw.

Ferb stared into her eyes, and then gave her a narrowed glare. She figured out the message, and gulped. Shakily, she gave a short nod.

Ferb slid his M9 back into the holster around his bandolier, and turned his back on her. He drew his fingers to his mouth, and whistled. A black stallion rode out from the nearby stables, and trotted towards Ferb. The horse stopped in front of Ferb, and he mounted his horse. The girl was amazed at what Ferb had just done, and stood their speechless.

Ferb turned his horse eastward, and started his way. The sheriff girl watched as Ferb rode off, heading east. In the distance, a storm raged in the East sky, and Ferb was riding straight for it.

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On the Outskirts of Dandelion...

It was now night time. The night sky was filled with grey clouds, blocking out the stars and the moon from sight.

On top of a rock, Perry the Platypus was sitting. He adjusted his fedora, and slid off his cowboy boots. Truth, he didn't like wearing them on his webbed feet.

He suddenly heard the gallop of a horse in the distance. He turned to his right, and saw the light of a lantern glow in the darkness. Perry could see the face of the figure, and the black horse that he rode on.

Perry's eyes narrowed at the sight of his old frenemy's arrival.

Ferb pulled back on the reigns, and his black horse raised its two front legs in the air, and neighed. The hooves slammed down on the ground, and Ferb dismounted his horse. He took the lantern off of his horse, and held it up to shine some light around them.

"Grrggrrrggrrr." Perry chittered with a despising tone.

Ferb only gave a small grin. A second later, his face turned straight, and he glared at Perry.

Perry took off his hat, and reached inside. Perry pulled out a newspaper, and tossed it to Ferb.

Ferb caught the newspaper, and placed the lantern on the saddle of his horse. The candle light revealed the newspaper writings in the dark, and Ferb read what it said.

Phineas Flynn, a member of the Valiant Three. This young boy was in Dandelion, and raided the town. For unknown reasons, he stayed in Dandelion, hoping not to be found. Marshal Monogram, and Marshal Doofenshmirtz arrived in Dandelion the next day, and arrested Phineas Flynn.

Ferb raised an eyebrow, and continued to read.

Phineas Flynn then was founded guilty for his high level crimes, and was issued the 6-Shots later that day.

Ferb raised both of his eyebrows in surprise.

Marshal Monogram and Marshal Doofenshmirtz had nothing to say on the matter. They did warn anyone else who would commit a high-level crime would suffer the same punishment. Thus, justice is served to Phineas Flynn. No one can hide from the law.

Ferb examined the picture of his step-brother in the newspaper. He folded the paper, and glanced at Perry with a questioning look.

Perry pulled out two photos, and handed them to Ferb. Ferb's fingers closed around the pictures, and he examined them as well.

The first picture was of a huge boy carrying a vault. He had similar features to Ferb, but was more rounded on his body.

The second picture was of a pointy headed boy carrying a bag full of stuff. Ferb examined closely, and realized that this wasn't his step-brother. His step-brother had a more pointy face, and this boy only had a pointy nose, and nothing else.

Ferb glanced back at Phineas's picture, and back at the boy's picture. He read over the last line in the paragraph, and gave a disgusted look.

"I hate the media." Ferb muttered, and handed back the newspaper to Perry. Perry received the paper, and placed it back in his fedora. Ferb held on to the two pictures though, and tucked them inside his leather vest's pocket.

Ferb gave Perry a nod, and Perry gave a grim smile in return.

"Expect me around noon." Ferb said, and mounted his horse. Perry watched as he rode off into the night. His lantern light became a tiny spec of yellow light in the darkness. Perry turned back towards the town lights of Dandelion, and headed back through the darkness.

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IN THE MORNING...

Phineas stirred from his sleep, and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the white ceiling above him. As he breathed, he felt his chest expand and shrink with every fresh breath of air he took. Even though he felt a few bruises and stings, he ignored them again. He inhaled through his nose, and his sense sniffed a strong perfume smell. He shifted his head forward, and pushed himself up, and then felt more weight on his body. Phineas's eyes fell upon a head with long, raven-black hair.

Phineas's mind clicked and remembered what he did last night, and suddenly knew who was sleeping on his chest.

Isabella was fast asleep on top of Phineas, resting her head on his bare muscular chest.

'Wow, either I'm strong, or she's light.' Phineas mentally told himself, since he couldn't even feel any different when his chest expanded with air, slowly causing Isabella's head to ride along with it. Phineas pulled out his hand, and gently brushed aside some hair from Isabella's face.

As he did this, Isabella's head snuggled more into Phineas's warm skin. Phineas just smiled, and laid his head back down against his pillow.

As Phineas recalled the events that happened the prior night, he remembered how beautiful Isabella's face was when she was trying to put that healing cream on.

'Then...something happened...' Phineas thought to himself, 'I felt like I was being controlled by something deep inside me. It was a warm, fuzzy, melting feeling.'

As he tried to figure this out, his memory also crossed what Isabella and he did.

'We had our first kiss...' he thought with a smile.

'Well, it was actually a make out session...' he reasoned, and his smile grew bigger.

'What a way to have a first kiss.' his mind mentally laughed.

Suddenly, Isabella started to stir. Phineas glanced at her as she rose her head up, and her eyes adjusted to the sight of reality. The sun rays from outside shined through the glass, and glowed on Isabella's face, revealing her soft skin. Her eyelids slowly opened, revealing her eyes that dazzled in the sun.

Isabella squinted from the light, and then turned her gaze toward Phineas's. A tiny grin formed on her lips.

"Watcha doin?" she asked sweetly. She leaned forward, and gave a tiny peck on the tip of Phineas's pointy nose.

"Letting you rest of my chest." Phineas replied with a smile. Isabella suddenly pushed herself up, and was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Slowly, Phineas eased himself up, and sat beside her, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Sorry, I almost forgot about your wounds." Isabella told him with a sad tone. Her head was hanging down from her shoulders.

Phineas glanced at his chest, which was still covered in red marks and bruises.

"Don't worry about it." Phineas assured her, and pushed himself up.

Phineas stood up, and started to search for his shirt.

"Isabella, have you seen my cloths?" he asked her, searching for them.

"Maybe..." she said with a playful voice.

"If you find any, just let me know." Phineas said. Although Phineas couldn't see her face, Isabella was slightly upset. She was enjoying seeing Phineas without his shirt.

Phineas slid his cowboy boots on, and grabbed his belt on a nearby chair. As he slipped his belt around the belt loops, he spotted his shirt on a table.

Isabella glanced over to her right, and spotted his cowboy hat hanging on the tip of a wardrobe.

Having an idea, she dashed and ran over to his cowboy hat, and plucked it from its spot. Phineas slipped on a red collarless shirt, and wore his leather vest.

"Ooohhh Phineas." Isabella called out behind him with a playful tone.

Phineas turned, and saw Isabella standing across the room, wearing his cowboy hat. Phineas was able to get a full glimpse at what Isabella was wearing. Her short skirt was only several inches down her slender legs, and the light blue tank top she wore made Phineas's heart race. He felt a strange urge in his body, but pushed the feeling aside.

"Nice hat Isabella." Phineas complimented her, and moved towards her to retrieve it. As he was closer, Isabella made a run for it. Phineas reached after her, but she had already ran out of the room.

"Come and get me!" she called back as she ran, taking his cowboy hat with her. Phineas grinned, and chased after her through the house.

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MEANWHILE...

Buford was taking a nap under the shaded porch of the bar. His hat was tipped down, covering his eyes.

Adyson happened to pass by, and noticed him sleeping on the bench. Her first instinct was to pounce on him, but she quickly dismissed that instinct. She thought about waking him up, but decided to let him nap in peace. She sighed, and walked into the bar.

Inside the bar, several girls and two boys were sitting at a table. Adyson made her way over to them. She knew the two boys: Django and Baljeet. The girls were: Gretchen, Holly, Katie, Milly, and Ginger.

"Morning Adyson." Katie greeted her as she pulled up a chair.

"Morning Katie." Adyson replied with a yawn. Baljeet slid a cup of coffee towards Adyson, which slid to a halt in front of her.

"Thanks." Adyson said, tossing him two quarters. Baljeet caught the coins in mid-air.

"So how's Phineas, Adyson?" Django asked her.

"How would I know? The last time I saw him he was at Isabella's." Adyson said, sipping her hot coffee.

"Those two are together, right?" asked Milly.

"Yep." Adyson replied.

"What about you and Buford?" asked Holly. Adyson carefully set her cup of coffee on the wooden table, trying not to spill it.

"I don't really know." Adyson admitted, trying to think what Buford would consider her.

"Don't worry, you two will turn out fine," Django said, drinking his Coke, "you're the only girl who he has taking a liking to."

"True, but-"

"Plus he saved you from the fire, remember?"

"I know, I should be thankful for that."

"Plus you're the only one I have seen Buford put up with. Other girls he can't stand."

"Ok, Django, I see your point."

Django leaned back and smiled.

The saloon doors flew open. Everyone glanced at who was coming in. Ironically, it was Buford. As Buford made his way over to them, Adyson stood up and walked over to him. They met halfway, and both stood in front of each other.

"What? I miss anything?" Buford asked roughly, still a bit tired from his nap.

"Can I ask you something?" Adyson asked sweetly.

"Sure."

"In private?"

"Alright, Django come on." Buford said, and started out the way he came. Django sighed, shook his head, and got up from his seat. As he walked past Adyson, she gave him a slight punch in his arm.

Django rubbed his arm, and glanced at Adyson, who gave him a death look.

"Hey, if I don't come with him, I'm dead. If I do, you're going to kill me," Django reasoned with her, "so either way I'm dead."

Adyson gave him a disbelief expression.

"Whatever we say, you keep your mouth shut." Adyson grumbled as she walked outside. Django shrugged, and followed.

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Buford was standing inside an alleyway, waiting for them. Soon, Django and Adyson rounded the corner, and came to him.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Buford asked Adyson.

"I sorta wanted us to talk...just the two of us?" Adyson suggested. Django would have gladly agreed, but Buford wanted him here.

"Nah, whatever we talk about stays between us." Buford stated. In truth, everything that the Valiant Three talked about was never said to anyone else, unless of course it had to be told.

Adyson sighed.

"Fine, I wanted to talk to you about our relationship." she told him. Buford raised an eyebrow.

"What about it?" he asked.

"Well...wait, are we in a relationship?" she asked, caught off guard from his response.

"It seems that we are, considering the past few days." Buford said. Adyson's mouth hung open, while Django just stood there and listened.

"Well, am I your...you know..." Adyson asked, trying to get Buford to realized what she was talking about.

"No, I don't know." Buford answered flatly. Adyson gave a growl of irritation.

"Am I your girl friend or not?" Adyson demanded, almost shouting. Django leaned against the alley's wall. Buford raised both of his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, if that's what you consider us then." he said.

Adyson was stunned.

"You're fine with it? Even though I am a bit girly?" she asked him.

"Now that you mention it...I can sorta put up the girly emotions, just not too much," Buford told her, "you hardly show any girly emotions around me anyways."

With that being said, Adyson drew her fist back, and brought it forward. Buford felt her punch him in the stomach. Although it didn't hurt as much as other beatings he had taken, it still hurt.

Buford leaned forward, holding his stomach. Just as he leaned forward, Adyson grabbed his head and crashed her lips onto his.

Django quickly turned his head the other way. Buford's eyes went huge.

Adyson kept her lips on Buford's for a few seconds, before she released him. Buford just stared at her in surprise.

"Well, since we are together now, I just had to do that." she said with a smile, and exited the ally.

Buford and Django watched her leave. She gave a glance back at Buford, before she rounded a corner, and disappeared from sight. After a few minutes, Buford and Django left the ally.

"Hey Django?" Buford asked his buddy as he walked.

"Yes?"

"What is this strange stunning feeling I feel on my lips?"

"I believe it is called a kiss."

Django and Buford rounded the corner of the building, and joined Adyson outside of the bar.

The three of them saw a familiar couple walking towards them down the street.

One was a triangle-shaped head boy wearing his cowboy cloths, and the other was a bowl-shaped girl wearing cowgirl cloths with sections of white.

The couple approached Django, Buford, and Adyson.

"Hey guys, whatcha doin?" asked Phineas.

"Nothing much, just enjoying the morning." Adyson said, leaning her head on Buford's shoulder. Buford just smiled.

"How you feeling Phineas?" Django asked, taking a seat on the bench.

"Well, it still hurts, but not as much as it did yesterday." Phineas said with a slight smile.

"How did Isabella treat you last night?" asked Adyson, almost knowing the answer already.

Phineas chuckled, and Isabella blushed. Phineas nervously started to scratch his ear.

"Uh...well...we kinda...umm..." Phineas stammered. His own cheeks started to turn as red as Isabella's. Django saw this and held back his laughter.

"Let me guess," Django spoke up, "you and Isabella kissed?"

Isabella just smiled, and Phineas gave a nervous laugh.

"We sorta did more than 'kiss'..." Phineas said, trying to fight his nervousness.

Everyone's eyes, minus Phineas and Isabella's, suddenly stared at them, jaws open wide. Isabella noticed this.

"We just made out. Anything wrong with that?" Isabella asked them.

"Oh...that's what he meant." Buford spoke his thought out loud. Django, Buford and Adyson were relieved.

"What did you think we did?" asked Phineas.

"Umm..." the three of them said in unison, now they felt nervous.

"We thought you did...more..." Buford spoke again, not afraid to say what he thought.

Isabella's eyes went huge, and so did her smile. It took Phineas a solid second to figure out what he meant.

"Come on guys! I'm only 10!" Phineas shot back at them. Buford and Django both had to agree with that.

The group felt an atmosphere of awkwardness surround them.

"Nice outfit Isabella, you haven't worn it in a while." Adyson said, breaking the awkwardness. Isabella glanced down at her cowgirl cloths. She wore white cowgirl boots, a white leather vest, a pink overall skirt, and a white undershirt.

"Thanks Adyson," Isabella said, dusting off her skirt, "Phineas helped me with it." Phineas just smiled sheepishly. Adyson's mouth dropped. Django was having a hard time holding back his laughter. Buford just raised an eyebrow.

"Grrgrrrgrrrgrrr."

Everyone glanced down, and looked at the semi-aquatic, egg-laying mammal of inaction.

"Oh, there you are Perry." Django said.

Perry was standing on four legs, and a belt around his waist.

"Well, before this gets any more awkward, I'm going inside." Django proclaimed, stood up, and walked back into the bar. Everyone followed him inside, including Perry.

As the kids talked among themselves, Perry was laying on the wooden plank floor.

Although Perry seemed to be calm, he was feeling extremely nervous. He kept his eye closely on a nearby clock on the wall, which showed 10:00 A.M.

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LATER ON THAT DAY...

Inside the Jail building, Phineas, Django, Buford, and Jeremy were lounging around the room.

"Hey Phineas? How did your sister look like when she was younger?" Jeremy asked.

"Well, I can't quite remember really. It was six years ago. Why you ask?"

"Well, I just wish I knew her sooner." Jeremy replied with a smile.

"Wow, this place is full of love." Django muttered.

"Say, when are you going to get a girl Django?" asked Jeremy. Django shifted his position in his chair.

"I don't know. I guess when I find the right one."

"Ironic that Phineas said that, and he found it sooner." Buford stated.

"Yeah." Phineas replied. The room fell silent for a moment.

"I still can't believe you made out with Isabella..." Django muttered, "I mean I can believe it, just I didn't think it would happen now."

"You and Isabella made out?" Jeremy asked in surprise. Phineas gave a short nod with a smile.

"Nice, dude." Jeremy congratulated.

"Whatever we say in this room stays between us." Buford said. He pulled his hand out, and spit in his palm. Buford then offered it forward.

"Agreed?"

Phineas and Django both did the same thing, and put their hands in the middle. Jeremy slowly followed, not being use to the Valiant Three's promise seals.

After they did that, they pulled back their hands. The boys wiped their hands on their chaps, trying to get the spit off.

"Why do you guys do that?" Jeremy asked, wiping his hand.

"It's a promise seal. Whenever we do it, we have to keep our promise." Django explained.

"Oh, you guys must be very loyal."

"Well, we have been able to stick with each other all these years, so it figures." Phineas said.

As the boys continued their conversations, time slowly ticked away.

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LATER...

The long hand on the Town Clock slowly inched its way towards the 12 dial. Perry eyed the long hand as it moved, his two eyes never leaving it.

After what seemed like an eternity, the long hand made a final move, and rested on the 12 dial. The Church bell started to ring. The ringing echoed all over the place.

Perry slowly moved on his four legs, and turned his attention towards the West direction, where the wild western desert stretched across the land.

In the distance, the mirage of the heat made the land look like a reflection in an ocean. Perry squinted to see further into the land.

There, in the distance, a black object slowly grew bigger and bigger. The mirage made the object waver in the heat.

Perry watched as the object became a shape, and then the shape became a familiar figure.

'Right on time.' Perry thought to himself.

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Ferb slowly made his way on his stallion, approaching the town of Dandelion again. It seemed like only yesterday he was here.

As he came closer to the town, he noticed the major changes to the place. A house was burned down to his right. Ferb continued into Dandelion, and noticed several buildings that were vandalized.

Although he could believe the damage done, he just couldn't believe the sight.

Several kids walking in the street were suddenly staring at him, with shocked expressions. Ferb felt their eyes stare down at him, but ignored the feeling.

As he dismounted his horse, he spotted a platypus sitting under some shade.

The platypus stared at him, and Ferb stared back. Both of them stared at each other for a long time, until Ferb broke their eye-lock. The platypus watched him head down the street, still weary about him.

More kids were filling the side of the streets, watching Ferb walk down towards the Jail building. They all started to whisper to each other, and watched Ferb.

Ferb suddenly stopped in the middle of the street, and the whispering ceased. Ferb turned his head right, and examined the kids. He then turned his head left, and did the same thing. Ferb made a made a snarling expression, tilted his black cowboy hat down, and continued to walk. The kids watched Ferb go.

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IN THE JAIL...

Phineas, Buford, Django, and Jeremy were still sitting around the room. Suddenly, they heard the sound of metal spurs jingle, and the crushing sound of boot on dirt. The sounds got closer and closer, until they became boots on wood. The figure outside walked on the front patio, and entered the building. Their eyes slowly turned to catch a glimpse of the person, and they immediately turned to shock.

Phineas jumped out of his chair, and reached for his Desert Eagle. Django stood and started to pull out his SPAS-12 shotgun. Buford started to draw his Volcanic Pistol. Jeremy reached for his LeMat revolver on the desk. As they all reacted, the character had already pointed a TF-16 at them.

A fraction of a second later, all the boys had their weapons drawn.

"What are you doing here Ferb?" Phineas asked in a dark tone.

Ferb kept his TF-16 raised, and reached in his leather vest. After he dug around in it, he pulled out a newspaper, and tossed it to Jeremy.

Jeremy caught the newspaper, and read the front page. The front page had a picture of Phineas on it, and about the crime that happened.

"Is that why you are here? To mock me?" Phineas demanded, anger rising in his voice. "You broke a promise you made just to come and mock me!"

Despite his urge to lash out of Phineas, Ferb instead reached into his leather jacket's pocket, and pulled out two pictures. Slowly he handed them to Sheriff Jeremy.

Jeremy examined the pictures, but with a confused expression. He glanced at the pictures, and then back at the newspaper.

"Wait a minute..." Jeremy muttered in realization.

"Let me see." Phineas said, and took the pictures. He too was confused at what he saw. Buford and Django kept their firearms pointed at Ferb. Ferb just turned to them, lowered his weapon, and gave a nod. Slowly, Buford and Django lowered their weapons, but still kept them aimed.

"Ferb, who are these guys?" Phineas asked.

"Thaddeus and Thor." Ferb explained. Phineas gave him a look.

"You have some explaining to do brother."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's note: I am sorry that this chapter is short, but I had to make it short this time. I just found out that my twitching MIGHT be caused by a tumor. I will have my head X-rayed some time, and I hope they don't find a tumor.

If they find a tumor, I will be treated with medical treatments, and it will cause me to...make reading, writing, and typing difficult. When typing is difficult...the progress of stories slows almost to a halt. So let's all hope that I don't have a tumor!

Thanks for reading this short chapter, leave a review if you like, and expect an update after Phineas and Ferb Backstage is updated.