So, who else is pumped for AYA finally airing in English? I've already seen parts of it, and the characters' voices are crazy! So excited.
Review responses!
Dreadwing216: Ah, that's the question, isn't it?
Guest: Yeah, actually, it was always my plan to have them deteriorate. That's what the constant "Romeo and Juliet" references were for. Also, I wonder if you noticed the irony when you said 'perfect shape'. Graciela's plan to take them to the park was really so that they could meet Perry there, but you do have a point. I guess no one immediately noticing them is a little plot hole... But remember, obliviousness runs throughout the entire Tri-State Area.
I do however have to disagree with you on the Blastoise thing. In-game, that might work, but you don't typically want Physical and Special moves on one set in competitive play. I would replace Surf with Hydro Pump and EQ with HP Ground if the coverage is what you want - then you can invest in Sp. Attack. Then again, Charizard would never survive Rock-type moves unless it had the Charizardite X and... Wait, wait, what fandom are we in?
Phineas A: Well, they're not that far away. Monty would be a problem (I'm a Ferbnessa. I have to antagonize him in some way. ^^) but Perry probably scared him off by now.
"Would Sr. and Sra. Guerrero please report to the main entrance?"
A shaky and justifiably freaked Dra. Garía-Shapiro, along with her husband and the two people controlling the Mexican side of the testing room, were awaiting the couple. The conversation that ensued was spoken in flawless Latin American Spanish.
"There you are!" Vivian observed, speaking at eighty miles per hour, "We need your help. Isealia's missing and no one can find her anywhere. She could be across the Tri-State Area by now! Graciela was closest to her; do you know where she is?"
The MOWCA agent's father snapped to attention. "That's the thing. We don't know, exactly - OSBAM took her in for a special mission two days ago." Realization struck. "Do you suppose that had anything to do with it?"
"It couldn't have," one of the directors stated. "OSBAM was controlling the experiment, and they would not pull something like what just happened. All of Isealia's other agents were there."
"That doesn't give us many leads, then," Graciela's mother concluded. "But the same thing that made Perfeneas disappear has to be what took Isealia. Right?"
"Then we have to find both of them!" exclaimed Sr. Shapiro, "If we don't..." He stopped. "I don't want to think about it."
"But we don't know where either of them are," the other one of the commanders noted. "Besides, there are probably search teams out there looking for Perfeneas, and we can't run into them."
"Well, we can't just do nothing," Sr. Shapiro chided. "Wait, can you get in touch with OSBAM? We can send agents to look for them, and no one will suspect anything because they're children. I mean, they are already here, in the United States. What do you think?"
"I don't know... Aren't they a little young to go undercover on foreign soil in the midst of what is almost a war?" Inquired the first director.
Graciela Guerrero's parents exchanged looks. "Yes, yes they are," they responded simultaneously.
"Hey, are not you the ornitorrinco that was at the house of Doofenshmirtz?" Graciela inquired, looking Perry up and down. He closed his eyes and nodded. "So, you work for OWCA." She looked to Ferb. "Do you knew about this?"
Ferb threw his hands up in an exaggerated shrug that showed he had no clue.
"Huh. So what just happened?"
Perry then executed a series of complicated motions and gestures, each of which Ferb understood perfectly as language.
"Hey, wait," Gretchen interrupted, "Guys, I don't know what you do say. I do not speak silence. Can hardly speak English."
"OWCA's against us, and because Perry left the tracker on his fedora on, now they know where we are," Ferb summed. Perry shrugged sheepishly at his mistake.
"Alright, well, we ought to do something about Phineas and Isabella. Someone's go to see them and want to take them back."
Ferb nodded again. Gretchen and Perry followed him out of the area where the trees were densest, the platypus reverted back to his four-legged disguised stance, and the three quickly found Isealia conversing with a group of five girls around Gretchen's age.
The MOWCA agent stopped short. She recognized those outfits immediately, and knew it was not in her best interest to interact further with them. Isabella turned, hearing Ferb and Gretchen approaching.
"Hey, Gretchen," she cooed, "Ferb. What are you..." She shuddered for some reason, unsure why the phrase was so difficult to enunciate. "...Doing?" It felt unnatural, almost, perhaps because of her new flawed state. Maybe she would find out exactly why later.
"Isabella! What are you doing with t-them?" She had not realized that in her alarm she had fallen back into Spanish. "Get away from them, they're going to take you away from us. We have to go!"
Surprisingly, no one moved after this. Graciela finally got a good look at who she thought were her ex-companions back at the M.O.W.C.A., realizing that they were not the same girls at all. It showed on her face.
"O-Oh," she realized, using English again. "H-Hi, who are you?" She asked sheepishly.
Isabella introduced the group: "Gretchen, this is Adyson, Ginger, Katie, Milly, and Holly. They are a Fireside Girls troop, if their yellow- brown uniforms didn't give it away."
"Ah. Nice to meet you," Gretchen greeted, embarrassed. "But really, Isabella, we should be to go. Let us find Phineas."
"Okay," Isabella giddily agreed, then turning to the Fireside Girls, continued, "I guess I'll see you all around."
The three children and the platypus fled the scene. "You know," the girl known as Adyson began, "Isabella looked awfully... Familiar. What do you guys think?"
The other girls shrugged, but showed no signs of objection. They had definitely seen her before.
Doofenshmirtz was hot on the trail of the missing experiments. He would never admit it, but Misters Povenmire and Marsh had been exceptionally helpful. Some commotion involving a group of fedora-wearing animals and a few adolescents stirred in the east side near the thick brush of Danville Park, where the trail had led, but other than that, everything seemed normal.
The three spotted Perfeneas all too easily - he was hard to miss, even in the crowd. Yet Doofenshmirtz had somehow failed to recognize him at first, due to his disguise.
"Hey, you look kinda familiar," the scientist noticed, and Phineas turned. His already large eyes bloated to the size of watermelons, realizing his father had finally found him. Then he relaxed, noting that his pursuer somehow could not recognize his own son in stripes.
He chose not to speak, as doing so might have given his identity away fully.
"So, what's a regular triangle-headed boy doing out here by yourself?" Doof wondered. "You know, I'm looking for someone who sort of looks like you, in a way. Name's Perfeneas. Seen him around?"
Marsh approached quickly and announced, "Fool! You're looking at him! That's Perfeneas right there." He came from behind, grabbing the boy's arms in a firm but not uncomfortable way. "Come on, kid, you've got some work to do."
Phineas grunted slightly in resistance. He looked to Doofenshmirtz with pleading eyes, unsure for the first time in his life if there was anything he could do.
Doofenshmirtz finally recognized the face of his son and gasped. "Perfeneas the triangle-headed boy!?"
Nearby, Mr. Povenmire could be seen facepalming.
"Wait... Where are Candace and Phineas?" Graciela wondered aloud, scanning the park for her friend. Ferb and Perry stood beside her, doing the same. Isealia, though only a few feet behind a moment ago, could not be heard as a second group of girls - nearly identical to the ones met earlier - ambushed her. Their light grey sashes and berets matched Graciela's stitch by stitch, proudly displaying their loyalty to MOWCA. They took no notice of their former leader as they worked.
The experiment tried shouting for help, but Asención's hand muffled any audible words. The noises that escaped were just enough to draw the attention of Ferb and Gretchen, however, who immediately sprung into action. Unfortunately, due to their lack of numbers and technology the MOWCA girls were equipped with, it was relatively easy for the Mexican team to make off with their prize.
"W-What are you doing to me?" Phineas stammered. He had been blindfolded and locked up for almost a half an hour by now, and was now impatient for answers. This new emotion was not one for which he held any kind of fondness.
The room he was placed in was unmistakeable. The white of the walls and floor were nearly blinding, but he had gotten used to the color - it was his own bedroom back at the apartment. The only other person there was Dr. Doofenshmirtz, his arms crossed in a disappointed fashion.
Isabella assessed the situation. Somehow, while the MOWCA agents had her blindfolded, she had ended up back in her house in Mexico - more specifically, in her brilliantly lit bedroom. The only difference was that now, a steel table was placed in its center, and she was resting on it. Her wrists and ankles were bound to this table by metal buckles that would prevent any movement.
She looked up. "Mamá," she questioned, "¿Qué estás haciendo?"
Doofenshmirtz glared at Phineas. "I trapped you," he started. "You could figure it out."
Phineas said nothing.
"Well - I guess I'll be able to tell you. You see, kiddo, what happened yesterday was definitely not what I had in mind. I was thinking maybe going in there, watching you win, and then going out to get some lunch or something. We had a gosh-darned reservation, Perfeneas! A reservation! You kind of let me down back there."
"Just rest assured that whatever happened, it's all over now," Dra. García-Shapiro insisted, in her native tongue. "You won't have to worry about anything you poor thing have went through. Still..."
Vivian shook her head solemnly at the ground. "It wasn't my decision, and I want you to know I love you very much. But the government still needs you to take the test." She extracted from her pocket a syringe filled with unidentifiable liquid. "This will help you. It will help you a lot."
Phineas eyed his restraints. They would not give, and he surely did not like where this was going. "Is that not considered unfair?" He inquired, choosing his words carefully.
"Well, of course it is!" Doofenshmirtz replied. "I'm only an evil scientist."
The boy gasped. His own father? Evil? How had he never seen it before? "That doesn't matter though. On top of some - improvements - you see, this..." He motioned to the syringe.
"...Will erase your memory of the past twenty-four hours," Vivian concluded. "You won't remember anything from that time, so nothing you learned can be used against you."
Isabella could only stare at the serum, as she could not tell her mother of her newfound imperfection. The woman gently advanced, coming to the right side of the experiment and withdrawing the needle.
"Hold still," Doofenshmirtz instructed menacingly. Phineas gulped. There was no longer an ounce of trust Phineas was willing to put into his father.
Perfeneas and Isealia did not do what they were told.
Though the scientists were aiming for their children's right shoulders, the needles penetrated right at the base of their necks.