Meanwhile, during the past hour, the five girls had already landed safely on the ground. The sky, which was actually the underside of Populopolis, was a lot more colorful than the purple night sky that Populopolis bathed in. It was still a night sky, though.
They landed in another town. It looked similar to Populopolis, but was a lot more condensed. For one, the buildings didn't look as similar, and they could actually see where the town ended.
Apparently, it consisted of but a few streets.
"So um, where are we now?" Candace asked.
Chloe browsed through the fManual again and read: "'Pop Town is but a remnant of Populopolis, but represents the parts Trixie actually likes about her façade. Being popular of course has its own perks, after all.'"
"Well, it's true", Trixie admitted sheepishly.
"Alright, but where should we be?" Isabella asked.
"Since it's a bit of a dream issue, we need to go to, umm, wherever dreams are stored, or whatever", Trixie decided.
Chloe searched up 'wherever dreams are stored or whatever' on the fManual and came across an article about something called 'Spa of Dreams'. "'The Spa of Dreams is a place where dreams are made and stored, shaped like an ancient Roman hot spring'", Chloe read. "I think that's where we need to go."
"Alright then", Trixie said. "You got a map to the place?"
"Right here", Chloe confirmed, showing it on the fManual screen. "Let's go already, since it appears to take quite a whi-"
Chloe stopped mid-sentence as the girls noticed someone yelling from above.
It sounds familiar, and has an indian accent.
"…AAAAAAAAAAAAAA- OOF!"
The boy landed face-first on the floor, and another familiar kid landed bum-first on his back.
Recognizing the two kids, saying that Trixie was not pleased would be an understatement.
"BUFORD", she yelled angrily, "What the HECK are you doing in my mind?!"
"Yeah, aren't you and Baljeet supposed to be with Phineas and Ferb", Isabella asked.
"That was the plan, but they've changed", Buford replied, standing up and picking up his indian nerd. "Y'see, we would've stayed at the skate park, but then we met Yuckster over there, who claimed the top spot, and lemme tell ya, she's just as bad as li'l Suzy!" Buford shivered looking back on his new nightmare.
However, the five girls were confused at the name.
"…He means Vicky", Baljeet replied.
"Ohhhhhh", Chloe, Trixie and Veronica chorused in understanding.
"I still don't get it", Candace stated.
"Candace, Vicky is Dimmsdale's meanest, greediest and most cantankerous teenager", Chloe clarified. "Just imagine you, but with all the bad traits amplified by a hundred."
"I have no experience around Vicky since my bodyguards are paid to babysit me, but I've heard a few scary rumors about Vicky", Trixie said. "It kind of makes me wonder how bad she had it in her childhood." She returned to a more annoyed tone and asked Buford: "But regardless of Vicky, couldn't you have fled from her to somewhere else?"
"Nah, home was the only thought I had in mind", Buford replied nonchalantly. "Also, it was at home when I saw those helmets and thought 'hey, why not travel to a mind again, like last time?' Plus, maybe I'll even discover some embarrassin' dream!"
"I, on the other hand, am not okay with it", Baljeet argued. "I am aware how much this breaks your privacy, and unlike Buford, I respect that. So, could you please tell me you have a way to send us out of the subconsciousness?"
Chloe glanced at the fManual. "Well, yeah, but it would send all of us back", she said. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea since we're far from done on our quest."
"Ugh, great", Trixie complained. "Two boys have managed to sneak into my mind, chock full of potentially sensitive information, and we can't send them back until we're done. But the worst part is that one of them is untrustworthy enough to not even trust them with the simplest of tasks!"
"I think she's talkin' 'bout you", Buford whispered to Baljeet.
"I think you are mistaken", Baljeet hissed back.
"You're prob'ly right", Buford admitted.
"Alright Buford", Trixie demanded with a snarl. "Since we cannot send you back without the five of us doing our progress all over again, we need you to stay silent about anything you see in my mind, or else I will personally find a way to ruin your life. Understand?"
"Honestly, I'd be satisfied by knowing anything sensitive in the first place", Buford complied, "so alright, I guess."
"I hope so", Trixie muttered. She cleared her mind by breathing in and out, and asked Chloe: "So, how far is the Spa of Dreams, anyway?"
"Well, there's several paths, but they all take quite a while, it seems", Chloe examined. "The shortest route seems to only take half an hour, but honestly, the map seems so different from the environment, I wish that the route would be visible here, too."
Suddenly, however, the road the seven kids stood on lit up yellow.
"Huh, that's weird", Isabella noted.
Chloe examined the map on the fManual again. "Huh, it seems to align perfectly with the starting point", she said surprised.
"Then you must've somehow activated a secret function from that fTablet thingy", Candace exclaimed. "C'mon guys, follow that yellow road that strangely resembles another yellow road from a popular story!"
The septet went up and walked along the yellow route.
As they walked out of Pop Town, Buford asked: "So um, we haven't got the message yet of what you gals are up to in the first place."
"I honestly do not trust you enough to tell it", Trixie snarled.
"I told you, I'm not tellin' anything", Buford protested.
"Relax Trix, let them just know", Chloe urged. She then told Buford: "Basically, Trixie's having dreams about Timmy for some inexplicable reason and we're here to find out where they're coming from."
"Heh, it's about an embarrassin' dream after all", Buford smiled. "I have a good feeling about this!"
Trixie sighed. "I have a bad feeling about this…" she lamented.
"I feel the same", Baljeet agreed.
In the actual Dimmsdale, Doofenshmirtz and pals have stopped at the arcade.
"Omigosh, it's here", Heinz gushed, running towards a particular arcade machine. "Now, Perry the Platypus, BEHOLD! The best arcade-exclusive run-and-gun video game of the summer in Dimmsdale… today! Martian WarZone!"
"Surprised that you of all people know about it", Norm the genie snarked.
"Well, you know, they keep repeating the ads on TV", Doofenshmirtz said. "Now let's see if this sucker's really as good as it says on TV." He put a quarter in the coin slot and the high score table showed up.
"Wow, that's a lot of TXTs and TTNs", Vanessa noted.
"Eh, maybe not so many people played it after all", Heinz shrugged. "Welp, that means they got a new challenger now!"
He pressed the start button and began playing the game.
He clearly wasn't good at the game, because he ran out of lives in one minute.
"Dang it, this game is hard", Doof complained. He then got to see the high score table again, to see his score did not make it.
"Aw man, how do they get such high scores anyway", he grunted.
"Well, that's why they call it a high score, labcoat", Norm the genie quipped.
"Haha, very funny", Heinz grumbled. "Here, Perry the Platypus, you try."
Perry put a quarter of his own in the coin slot and started playing the game. He was much better at the game than his nemesis was, having reached the third level in eight minutes, but being unable to beat the boss of said level. It seemed clear that he had to do a quick combination of buttons, but none of what he tried worked.
He at least understood why the game was so addictively popular in this arcade.
He saw the high score table, and just like with Heinz, his score didn't make it.
"HA, your score wasn't high enough, either", Doofenshmirtz teased.
"BUT PERRY'S SCORE WAS HIGHER THAN YOURS", Norm the robot objected.
Perry chattered in agreement.
"Eh, semantics", Doof said. "I never said it was lower than mine. Come on, gang, let's see something else."
The quintet left the arcade and went back into the van.
Just as the van left, a limousine arrived.
"Dang it, he just left", Tad growled.
"Well, that means we have to keep chasing them, then", Chad concluded, giving the chauffeur another wad of cash, who accepted it and gave gas again.
Chasing Doof's van didn't seem as simple as told, as the van was either racing through mud puddles and other obstacles the limousine was too delicate to handle with, or causing mishaps for the limousine by accident, such as almost hitting a truck full of pistachios. Regardless, Tad and Chad keep convincing the chauffeur to not give up, giving him dollar bill after dollar bill.
As he was touring through the city, Doofenshmirtz eventually asked to his passengers with a smile: "Say, do you guys have a feeling we're getting followed?"
It's three before 12 o'clock. Phineas and Ferb have finished all of the skating courses, and set up a booth for Irving to commentate over the competition. They also set up a podium with a microphone, to announce when the competition begins.
Vicky was already standing near the podium, smirking about what's to come, with her crown proudly standing on her skating helmet.
It was only waiting for Timmy to arrive.
Two minutes to go. AJ and Chester were getting worried.
"Dude, I hope he doesn't chicken out", Chester told AJ.
"Well, if it's anything like last time, he won't", AJ reassured his pal.
One minute left.
"Hey twerps, be ready to call off the competition", Vicky sneered. "I don't think he's coming."
However, just as Vicky said that, a soft whirring noise could be heard. The noise was getting louder and louder, and as it turns out, came from a space ship speeding towards the podium, halting just at the right moment.
As the space ship opened, Timmy jumped out, as did a tiny fellow with a pink helmet and a handlebar mustache.
"Timmy, you arrived just in time", Phineas said. "And dude! You met Meap?!"
"Yep, turns out he had an even better place for me to train", Timmy grinned. "Thanks for that, by the way."
"My pleasure", Meap replied. "I wish I could stay longer, especially since two of my friends are here too, but it turns out Mitch is committing some more crimes far into the depths of space."
"Aw, that sucks", Phineas said. "See you soon, Meap."
"Thanks, Phineas", Meap said. "And good luck to you, Timmy."
"Thank you, Meap", Timmy replied. "Goodbye."
Meap took off and flew back into outer space.
As Meap was gone, Vicky grumbled: "You may have trained with that midget friend of yours, but that's not gonna be enough to beat me."
"We'll see about that", Timmy sneered.
As the clock now reached 12:00 and the two contestants are present, Phineas assumed his position on the podium and announced: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to announce a rematch competition, between the short yet determined Timmy, versus the reassumed tyrant of the dome, Vicky. Winner gets the crown, loser gets out, alongside all their friends. Our audience may seem little, but we have someone to hang up posters all over Dimmsdale, so be ready to get those seats filled. Anyway, without further adieu, let the rematch begin!"