Ever since that episode—Night of the Living Pharmacists—came out I've been wondering what Isabella's journey was like from the moment she got separated until the moment she climbed out of this trapdoor. This is my admittedly unrealistic opinion. And, just for fun, I even worked a good quote into this.
Guest reviews!
Fan (1): Ha! That's good. And thanks for citing!
Fan (2): Could you have given me that advice about a year earlier? I had it find that out the hard way.
Fan (3): It's true, you know. Especially when you're on the debate team and speaking into a microphone in front of a crowded audience.
Fan (4): I must be weird, then, because I'd rather do the eulogy.
Fan (5): My brother is living proof of that. His classics include, "Is June a season?"
P.S. I assume that you and fans (1), (2), (3), and (4) are the same fan, but I treat each review individually.
LoveyouEpicThoth: Well, if the real-live evil scientists were actually evil, that might pose a serious drawback...
glynrh19: I happen to agree with my end comment as well. Great minds think alike, huh?
Quote of the Day: A strong man can defend himself, but a stronger man can defend others. (Ben the Cow, Barnyard)
Today was not a good day for Isabella. First, she failed to earn her emotional bravery patch. Second, evil pharmacists started touching other ordinary people and turning them into pharmacists, and then she was separated from her friends! Worst of all, people were complaining this quote did not apply to her as she was, technically, a girl.
Isabella rightfully ignored that last part, as in her world, there was no fourth wall. That had been dismantled some time ago by a teenager named Carl, apparently.
At any rate, such a minuscule detail was unimportant at the moment. There was the whole, more urgent, don't-turn-into-a-pharmacist matter to worry about.
So worry Isabella did. She bounced—literally—away from the crowd of identical pharmacists, only to land in another crowd of even more identical pharmacists.
More identical, she thought. How can pharmacists be more identical? Aren't they already the same?
It was then she realized that there were simply more pharmacists, and that language, like love, can be so easily misinterpreted. She bounced again—again literally—this time taking to the noticeably pharmacist-free rooftops.
Isabella finally came to rest on top of a brick building. Looking around, she confirmed that she was alone. She then looked to see which building she had landed atop of, but she was supposed to pay no attention to the sign identifying the building, so she learned not its name.
Suddenly, out of the blue, without warning, unexpectedly, synonym, Dan Povenmire in a lab coat reached out and grabbed her on the arm, moaning, "Lots of me," into a microphone.
Isabella desperately wished the fourth wall had never been dismantled, and that she had paid more attention to that seemingly insignificant detail. But alas, she had not, and now she was doomed to turn into a pharmacist with a vacant expression.
But lo! What is this? She is not transforming! How could this be? Isabella looked out into the studio, and saw Swampy Marsh nodding her way. My rubberized skin must insulate against the electrostatic shock, she realized.
"Thanks, Jeff!" she said, waving a friendly hand at him.
Now, about that quote she was supposed to live up to...
Down below her, Isabella noticed a group of hapless animals donning fedoras were surrounded by a group of pharmacists. No doubt they were doomed to follow the example the rest of the city had set.
Curiously, Isabella's first thought was, Whoever owns these animals certainly makes some distinctive style choices.
It was then that the proverbial cow raised his hoof of wisdom. Of course, 'proverbial cow' in this case means a cow that speaks in proverbs, not a cow that appears in proverbs, providing further testament to Isabella's newfound belief that language, like love, can be misinterpreted.
Before the story trailed off on an insignificant tangent, the likes of which will actually be insignificant, not like the dismantling of the fourth wall, but more like the insignificant tangent built off the mention of an insignificant tangent, the proverbial cow spoke.
Readers might want to re-read that last paragraph to understand it.
"A strong man can defend himself," the cow said, "But a stronger man can defend others."
So Isabella, despite being a girl and not a man, joined the fray.
She had to be stronger. She had to defend others.
And defend she did, holding off as many pharmacists as she could before her rubberized insulation vanished. She staved off countless pharmacists, giving the animals time to get away, before bouncing—literally—to the nearby Fireside Girl cupcake factory.
That pun is being drastically overused, Isabella thought, even though she already knew that it was going to be used once more.
She arrived at the factory not a moment too soon, finding it already under pharmacistic siege.
Yes, that is a word now.
At any rate, Isabella's plan was simple: uphold the quote, defend the others here, and then bou—
"Nope!" Isabella cried out. "Not gonna say it!"
And thus Isabella's plan was changed to first defending the others, and then running off to find her friends.
At first it worked well. Isabella did wonders in keeping the defenses at the cupcake factory intact, especially under the direction of Miss Fierseid, who had somehow escaped to this fortress.
But a breakthrough was inevitable, and so Eliza M. Fierseid took Isabella aside to speak with her in private.
"You have to go and stop this," she croaked. "You have to find the source and you have to put an end to it."
"But I can't, Miss Fierseid," Isabella protested. "I have to stay here and be the stronger man. I have a quote to uphold."
Isabella told her superior of her experience at the unnamed building and of the proverbial, and of how she then had to run off and find her friends.
"Which is why," Mrs. Fierseid summarized, "you have to do this. These old bones cannot hold out against the pharmacist much longer, so before you bounce—literally—let me give you one final lesson."
Inwardly, Isabella was crying, as the final pun she had tried so hard to avoid had inevitably come out, but outwardly, she learned all about triangulation, and under the guidance of Mrs. Fierseid determined where the beam that started this all had been fired from.
Eliza M. Fierseid then left brave Isabella with one final instruction. "Go," she said, opening up a secret hatch in the wall. "It will take you to your lodge."
"But how can I defend others if I'm running away?" Isabella asked.
"You already have," came the final wise words. "Besides, your rubberized skin has worn off."
Before you complain that this is an unlikely scenario, let me give two arguments. First, when has anything in Phineas and Ferb ever been likely, and second, I said it was unrealistic.
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