Phineas Flynn
June 17, 2013
London, England
Well.
Baljeet and Gretchen were really pissed.
When he and Buford got back to England the first place Phineas went was the house that was now a pile of rubble, and standing outside were Baljeet and Gretchen, who were very angry at having been left out of everything and not knowing where the heck they'd all been the past couple days.
Phineas ended up interrupting them because what did they mean they didn't know where Ferb and Isabella were?
They said no one had seen him since almost four days ago, and that was when Phineas started to worry, because where were they then?
Buford who hadn't wanted to go home in fear of them finding him (and it was a valid fear), accompanied the other three of them to the B.O.W.C.A. Headquarters (along with plenty of sarcasm), which Phineas had learned the location of not long after he had learned Perry was an agent.
Inspector Initials didn't even look surprised when the four of them showed up, she just looked annoyed.
After a quick explanation of what had happened and that no, she had no idea where Ferb or Isabella or Perry were, she gave Phineas one more valuable piece of information.
"We are making sure that Ferb and Lawrence Fletcher's house is bug-proof this time—"
"Wait, what?" Phineas asked.
"The reason Perry's identity was uncovered. Someone found a way to smuggle a bug into his lair, and that is how they learned of who he was. They heard me say Ferb and Lawrence's names a couple hours before you learned of his identity."
Something tight in Phineas' chest loosened that he hadn't even known was there. It wasn't his fault.
They had also been taken to another room where Lawrence was waiting. He was happy to see them, but he was definitely not happy about Ferb and Isabella running off with Perry and some old guy from America to search for Phineas. Apparently someone had found Ferb's tool box among the wreckage, which made Phineas light up with an idea.
"Does anyone know where they keep the gadgets in this place?" he asked.
Buford, Baljeet, and Gretchen all gave him blank looks.
"Yes." Lawrence said. "Why?"
Phineas grinned.
"Woah… I'm in heaven." Phineas said, staring at all of the weapons and gadgets in front of him.
Buford snorted. "Try not to wet yourself."
Phineas smacked Buford upside the head without moving his gaze, and Buford laughed.
Baljeet and Gretchen exchanged a surprised glance.
Phineas shook himself. "Okay. Set the toolbox over there."
Lawrence set it on the table and Phineas turned to everyone else.
"Baljeet, I need Pizzazium Infinionite and Carbon Nitrate. Gretchen, do you know what the elements look like?"
"Of course I do." Gretchen said.
"Great. I need magnetized iron ore, like for a compass. Buford, I need scrap metal. Lots and lots of scrap metal."
"I'm on it."
"Uh, Mr. Fletcher—" Phineas tapped his chin.
"I raised an inventor, Phineas. What else do you need?"
"Uh— right. Stuff for a DNA scanner, thanks." Phineas said.
Lawrence walked off, and Phineas went down another isle picking up important things as he went.
About half an hour later everyone gathered back at the front of the room with their various items, and Phineas, who had been drawing a blueprint in his head for the past half hour immediately grabbed some handfuls of scrap metal.
"How can we help, Dinner Bell?"
"Huh?" Phineas asked in surprise.
"Well, I'm basically stuck with you till the end of this thing now, and of helping you with this— thing gets us out of this mess faster, I'll help. What do I have to do?"
Phineas glanced at Baljeet, Gretchen, and Lawrence, all of who looked willing to help.
Phineas started to grin. "Well okay then. Baljeet, if you and Gretchen could mix the chemicals together, and Mr. Fletcher, if you wouldn't mind connecting the DNA scanner with these wires, then Buford and I can work on the frame."
"Oh, no fair! You just took the easiest job!" Baljeet protested.
"You love chemistry!" Gretchen said, crossing her arms.
"I— yes, that is true." Baljeet admitted, and the two took the chemicals to a different table.
Lawrence started on the DNA scanner and the wires, and Phineas started to instruct Buford on what to do as the two put the frame together. After a while they actually got in a pretty good rhythm, and by the time they finished, Gretchen and Baljeet were carrying the chemicals back over and Lawrence was long done with his task.
Phineas took each of the three things and set them together on the table, connecting first the DNA scanner to the chemical locator and then putting them all inside the frame and connecting them with a couple more wires.
And after double checking everything a couple times, he stepped back. "Okay." Phineas said. "Scanning the toolbox."
"Um, how many people have touched that in the past couple days?" Baljeet asked. "And didn't it sit in rubble for a while?"
Lawrence chuckled. "I took that into account."
Phineas pulled up a holographic screen with a list of names on it, and began crossing out names. His own, Lawrence, a dozen names that were probably guards who'd taken it from the rubble, until the last name on there was Ferb, and he selected that one.
"Okay. Let's see where they are. Or at least where Ferb is."
An image of a spinning Earth appeared as the machine processed, and eventually it zoomed on Ferb's location.
Phineas' eyes widened. "I don't believe it."
"What?" Buford asked.
