I wrote this story for two reasons:

1. The 1970 Ford Torino has been in all but three stories so far, and I really wanted to write a story where the Torino was the main point of the story.

2. I saw Getaway. I thought it was one of the best movies I've ever seen! Seriously, if you if haven't seen it yet, you need to see it NOW! I've written racing stories, but never a car chase, and after seeing Getaway, I said "I'm gonna write a car chase!" So…this was what I came up with.

Expect this story to be a few parts long. I'm going to try to keep it to four chapters at a minimum. The gang is sixteen.

GOOD LORD! This story has a Perry/Doof subplot!

Bonnie and Clyde

Part 1

As many mornings began in the backyard of the Flynn-Fletcher house, the gang was listening to Buford ramble on about some random subject.

"So I was watching this show on the History Channel last night about Bonnie and Clyde-"

"As I recall, Miss Bonnie Elizabeth Parker and Mr. Clyde Chestnut Barrow were responsible for the robberies of at least a dozen major banks, any number of small stores and gas stations, and the murders of at least nine policemen and an unknown number of civilians," Baljeet interrupted, reciting the facts like a living textbook.

Buford glared at him. "Did I ask for a history lesson?"

Baljeet shrank back. "No."

"As I was saying…those two sound like they had it made! Think about it: running all over the country, stealing money instead of actually working for it, with only your lover at your side. Sounds like a heck of an adventure to me."

"That does sound like a heck of an adventure," Phineas agreed. "Except for, you know, dying in a hail of gunfire." He heard a sigh and looked over at Isabella, who was leaning against the tree on the other side of Ferb, a dreamy look in her eyes. She was still thinking about what Buford had said about "having only your lover at your side." "You okay, Isabella?"

She jumped a little. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

"Great! Because I think I know what we're going to do today. Ferb, how quickly do you think we can build four or five police cars?"

Ferb looked at his watch, then pulled out a calculator, tapped out a few quick numeric sequences, scribbled a bit on a clipboard, and then looked at Phineas and shrugged.

"Great! Hey…where's Perry?"

"Good morning, Agent P," Major Monogram greeted seriously. "We've got a big situation here. Somebody, I'm not saying who, but somebody locked the keys to my office in my office. And I had a tuna fish sandwich sitting on my desk in there, so now the whole place is going to smell like tuna."

"Sir, I said I was sorry," Carl said off-screen. "I told you, I already called the locksmith. He'll be here between the hours of 11am and 6pm."

Perry rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, Doofenshmirtz has been buying up a lot of movies from the seventies, eighties, and nineties. We need you to figure out what he's up to, and if necessary, put a stop to it."

Perry saluted and jumped into his hovercraft. When he was gone, Monogram called, "Carl! I need two steak knives!"

"Why, sir?"

"I'm going to try to pick the lock on my office door. I saw it on NCIS."

"Sir, don't you remember what happened the last time you used two sharp objects at the same time?"

"Oh come on, the scars are barley noticeable."

The sign on the side of the road announced: NOW ENTERING BAGER CREEK. Six cars drove past, led by a blue 1970 Ford Torino. The other five cars were 1970 Dodge Polara police cars, painted the typical black and white. The convoy followed the road through a gap in a low brick wall and stopped in the middle of the deserted road.

Phineas climbed from the Torino and greeted the others. Django, Irving, and the former Fireside Girls had joined them. The sun here seemed hotter than back home in Danville, which was about forty-five minutes away. "Welcome everyone to the ghost town of Badger Creek. This once thriving small town community was abandoned in the 80's after the town's water well was contaminated. But that makes it the perfect place for what we're gonna do today."

"Could you speed up the explanation, dude?" Buford asked. "We've been standing here for less than a minute and I think I'm already starting to burn."

"We're going to do sort of our own version of Bonnie and Clyde. I will play the role of Clyde, starting from the bank in the town square, as if I'd just robbed it, and use my Ford Torino as a getaway car."

"You do know that Bonnie and Clyde lived in the 1930's, right?" Gretchen asked.

"Yes, but like I said, it's our own version. Apparently, that means 1970's, because the cars are 70's and the town was built in the seventies, so…
"Anyway, these police cars Ferb and I built will be a relatively fair match for the Torino, at least as far as handling and top speed. Every car will have two people, one to drive, and one to shoot at me with a paintball gun. The objective is to stop me from getting out of the town, and since there's only two ways out, the way we came, which is the north entrance, and the south entrance on the opposite side of town, it should be quite a challenge. If the Torino gets hit by fifty paintballs, I lose."

Buford wrung his hands together. "Oh, this sounds like fun. Finally, a chance to drive really fast and shoot at stuff."

"I have a question!" Isabella called. "Who gets to be Bonnie?"

"Hmm. I hadn't really considered it," Phineas said. "Why, do you want to be Bonnie?"

"YES! I mean, yeah, sure."

"Okay, I guess you're Bonnie. Everyone else pair up and choose a police car, then drive to the designated spot on the map of the town we gave you. Can't have everyone start from the same spot, where would the fun in that be?"

When everyone had paired up and driven away, Phineas turned to Isabella, the only other person still there. "I'm excited about this. I've been looking for an opportunity to really test the performance capabilities of my Ford Torino. I've been wanting to see just how fast it'll go since I finished restoring it. Pesky speed limits, what're you gonna do."

Isabella wasn't really paying attention. She was just happy to be spending some alone time with Phineas. "Well, what are we waiting for, Clyde, dear?" she asked, climbing into the passenger seat. "Let's go rob a bank!"

"My dear Bonnie, I like the way you think," Phineas said as he climbed in and started the engine.

Hee hee! He called me 'dear!'

Phineas shifted into first gear and drove at a normal speed toward the town square.

Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!

Doofenshmirtz heard Perry's hovercraft touch down on the balcony and turned. "Ah, Perry the Platypus! How would you like some POPCORN?!" Doof pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed the single button. A giant bucket of popcorn rose from a trapdoor underneath Perry. The platypus was trapped by the buttery puffs of corn.

Doofenshmirtz tossed the remote over his shoulder and strolled over to Perry. "So, Perry the Platypus, I'll bet you're wondering what my latest scheme is. Well, lately I've been really into movies. I can't get enough of movies. You know who the real stars of movies are? Surely not the heroes. It's the villains! The bad guys! They're the real stars!

"But I noticed something. Unlike real life, the bad guys always lose! They always either get caught or die. I mean, come on, everybody knows evil always wins!"

Perry rolled his eyes.

"But, that gave me an idea. Since movie antagonists always seem to lose for some reason that I cannot figure out, I built this!" He motioned to the large ray gun sitting on the edge of the balcony. "Behold, the MOVIE-VILLAININATOR! This device will turn whoever it hits into a movie villain they are most like. I don't mean a specific villain, like it's not going to turn someone into Darth Vader. That wouldn't even make any sense. What I mean is it'll turn the person into a movie villain as if they were an villain in a new movie…so it would be an original villain…and that villain will be based on who the person is most like…Am I over-explaining this?"

Perry shrugged, causing the popcorn to shift slightly.

"Okay, let me stop explaining and just tell you what I plan to do with it. I'm going to shoot my brother, the mayor. Since he holds political power, I figure he'll turn into a cliché evil dictator. When he starts ruling the Tri-State Area with an iron fist and oppressing the citizens of Danville, I'll just call the United States government and they'll send in the military to remove him from power. And when they do, I'll be standing by to assume his position, and then I will finally be the ruler of the ENTIRE TRI-STATE AREA!"

Phineas and Isabella strolled up the steps to the long-abandoned bank. "So, how did Bonnie and Clyde pull off all these robberies?" Isabella asked. "I mean, robbing a major bank is no small task, even in the 30's."

"Well, I've never really explored much documentation on their methods, but I figure Bonnie probably used her sex-appeal to distract the guards and bank workers and then Clyde would race in waving his guns around and catch everyone so off-guard that they practically threw the money at him."

"Really?"

"I have absolutely no proof to back this up. I'm just taking a wild guess."

They reached the top of the steps and Phineas tried the door. It was locked. "I kinda figured it would be. Doesn't really matter. We're only really interested in the chase, not the robbery. Nothing to steal in there, anyway." They turned back around and Phineas pulled something from his pocket.

"What's that?" Isabella asked.

"Bank alarm simulator to let everyone know to begin their pursuit." He pressed the single button. Nothing appeared to happen.

"Did it work?" Isabella asked.

"Yup. The alarms are inside the police cars." He started toward the steps. "Come on, let's run like we're escaping."

"Right behind you!"

They tore down the first flight of stairs, laughing to themselves as they did. Even though it was just a game, they both found it very exciting. When they reached the second set of stairs, Isabella slid down the hand rail. "Keep up, Clyde, honey!" she taunted playfully, using it as an excuse to call Phineas by an affectionate pet name. Phineas took no notice of her true intentions and laughed.

They reached the Torino. Phineas slid across the hood like Bo Duke, trying to be dramatic, but he didn't land very gracefully, falling to the pavement. "Ow." He pulled himself up and into the car as Isabella dove into the passenger seat. They could hear sirens in the distance, getting closer.

The key was already in the ignition, and Phineas twisted it forward while simultaneously pulling his seat belt on. The engine roared to life just as the police car driven by Django came around the block ahead of them, sirens blazing and lights flashing. Adyson, his girlfriend and the best shot in Fireside Troop 46231, rode shotgun, holding her paintball gun out the window.

"Here we go!" Phineas cried out. He pushed in the clutch and threw the transmission into reverse. As Adyson drew a bead on the Torino's windshield, Phineas floored the gas, looking over his shoulder as the car shot backwards. When he reached the end of the block, he threw the wheel hard left and slammed on the brakes. The car spun around in the intersection and Phineas jammed the stick into first gear. The Ford leapt forward when he punched the gas, throwing him and Isabella back in their seats. The quick maneuver had caused Adyson to miss every shot.

"Wow! Nice driving, Phineas!" Isabella called over the roar of the engine.

"Thanks." As Django and Adyson gave chase and the latter continued firing, Phineas wrenched the wheel over and turned down a side street, using the hand brake to make the car drift so he wouldn't have to sacrifice too much speed. The tires squealed for a few seconds and then Phineas floored it again.

From a side street ahead came another police car, heading straight for Phineas and Isabella. This car was different than the others, painted with a large gold star on the sides and marked "SHERIFF." Ferb was the Sheriff, of course, with Deputy Irving at his side.

"Okay, then," Phineas muttered to himself. He grabbed the handbrake again and lifted off the gas. The Torino slid onto a residential street. The police cars lost ground on Phineas as they slowed to turn. They couldn't even copy Phineas's maneuver because they did not have handbrakes.

As Phineas rounded another corner, the other three police cars appeared. Buford drove one, holding the paintball gun himself, refusing to let Baljeet do the shooting. Holly and Gretchen were paired in another. The last car was driven by Katie, and Ginger and Milly rode with her. Ginger rode in the passenger seat with her double barrel paintball shotgun and Milly, in the backseat, held a fully-automatic rapid-fire paintball gun, the only one among the gang of "cops."

Phineas avoided them by driving up on the sidewalk and cutting across an overgrown front yard. The Torino bounced hard over the curbs and Isabella held onto the dashboard in front of her to keep from hitting it.

Okay, maybe this isn't as much fun as I thought it would be, Isabella thought. Then she looked at Phineas. The sun's rays were refracted by his half open window, and it created a glow around his head. The breeze blew his red hair around dreamily, and the calm yet determined expression on his triangular face looked very heroic. It's better!

"They're on us now!" Phineas called out, not really projecting any concern. "Keep an eye out for a place to lose 'em…Bonnie, my dear!"

Isabella smiled broadly. Well, as long as we're playing lovers… "Clyde, my love, I will do just that."

Phineas laughed as the chase entered the middle of town and made an abrupt turn down an alley as Milly began to fire. A few shots hit the rear fender, but most missed. The cop cars shot past, unable to follow. The Torino shot out the other side of the alley onto Church Street, driving west while their friends in the police cars were forced to continue east until the end of the block. The church was on the corner of a side street here.

"I have an idea!" Isabella yelled as she noticed a large shed behind the church. "Drive into the church yard!" Phineas did just that, skidding onto the side street and then turning hard left and jumping the curb into the yard behind the church. Isabella unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed the door handle. "We can hide in that shed!"

"Good idea!" When Phineas was a few feet away from the large set of double doors, he slammed on the brakes. Gravel scattered as the Torino's wheels locked up. Isabella quickly jumped out of the car, closing the door behind her.

Isabella ran to the shed doors and undid the latch. She quickly pushed open the doors as the police sirens in the distance began to grow louder again. They had rounded the last block and were heading back toward them. Thankfully, the shed was empty. Isabella stood aside so that Phineas could drive in, then closed the doors behind the Torino. A few seconds later, the police cars screamed past.

Phineas turned off the ignition and climbed out of the car. "Well, that was fun!"

"Yeah!" Isabella agreed.

"We'll just lay low here for a couple minutes and wait until they all split up and start searching for us. Then we'll make a break for the north end of town."

Phineas leaned against the hood of the car. Isabella joined him. "You know, Phineas, this is kinda romantic." Whoa, whoa, whoa! WHY did I say that?

"It is?"

Okay, hold on. Think carefully here. This could be your shot. "Sure. Buford was right. You know, a boy, a girl, on the run from the law, hiding out in a shed. It's romantic."

"That's strange," Phineas said quizzically, "I thought romance had to be all mushy, like Valentine's Day. You know, flowers, music, gourmet food in a candle lit environment…"

"It doesn't have to be like that," Isabella told him. "It can be, by all means, but romance can be whatever you want it to be. There's a few constants, though. Like the dark. Darkness is always romantic."

"Oh." Phineas seemed to be thinking very hard. "Huh. You learn something new everyday, I guess."

Isabella sighed. Guess that didn't work.

"So, Roger should be sitting at his desk right now, eating his lunch," Doofenshmirtz said looking at his watch. "Which means it's the perfect time to hit him with my Movie-Villaininator." He walked away from the popcorn-bound Perry and headed over to his inator.

Doofenshmirtz was not, however, watching where he was going. He tripped over the remote that he had tossed over his shoulder earlier and crashed into the inator. "Oof!"

The laser was knocked by Doof's fall, and it pointed straight up in the air. As Doofenshmirtz grabbed the handle to pull himself to his feet, he accidentally pushed the FIRE button. A bright red beam of energy shot up into the sky. "Whoops! Good thing that was pointed straight up into space where it can't hit anyone."

Doofenshmirtz was wrong.

The beam struck a communications satellite that somehow was always directly over Danville. A moment later, the energy shot back out again through an antenna dish, only on a slightly different trajectory.

Ferb slowed his car. The others, who were all following him, did the same. Irving picked up the CB radio. "We lost them. Let's fan out and patrol the streets until we find them. Ferb and I will block the north entrance incase they try to escape, and Katie, you go down and block the south entrance."

"Copy that, deputy," the others replied one by one.

But before the police cars could disperse, all five cars were struck by a blue ray of energy from the sky. They switched off their sirens and drove off.

That was a lot of fun to write. Can't wait to continue this one!

Yes, this is a Phineabella story. Couldn't give it to you all at once, where would the fun in that be? The romance will progress, don't worry.