A/N: Night of the Living Pharmacists, Phineas and Ferb and all the characters belong to Dan Povenmire and Jeff Swampy Marsh! I own nothing but the darkness of this story. (Yes it's going to be a little more mature, read at your own risk!)

Apocalypse is the eye of a needle, through which we pass into a different world.

Our story begins on a warm summer afternoon in Danville. The sky was turning pink just as the boys were beginning their project. Normally, they would've already had their fun that day, but since this particular activity required more equipment and power, they postponed it to later nearing the evening.

Unexpectedly, they heard the gate swing open, causing the redheaded boy to gasp out of surprise. But he was immediately relieved seeing it was merely just his neighbor and close friend, Isabella. "Whatcha doin'?" The young girl asked curiously.

Phineas smiled as she approached him, "Oh, hi, Isabella. We were just building a polymer de-stabilizer for the binding catalyst of the—"

"That's great, Phineas." She interrupted, but he didn't seem to care. "Listen uh, there's something I wanna tell you."

"Okay." He shrugged curiously.

"Uh..it's about this patch!" She said, holding up a large circular patch, designed with a 'confident' heart in the middle.

Phineas smiled, "Oh, it's one of your accomplishment patches!"

She blushed shyly, "Yeah, but...it's an Emotional Bravery Patch that I can only earn by walking up to somebody I—"

Before she could continue, the green haired boy, Phineas' stepbrother, cleared his throat and walked up to the two. Phineas' attention was suddenly fixated on him, "Nice, Ferb! You found the new power supply!"

"Uh, Phineas? I—" Isabella said, trying to regain the boy's attention.

But she was once again cut off. Their two other friends, Buford and Baljeet, entered the backyard to see what the boys were up to today. "Heyy, what's shakin', bacon?" Buford asked.

Normally, Isabella would've been happy to see her friends. But this time, she was indifferent, and a little annoyed that she was interrupted.

"You do realize that bacon does not shake?" Baljeet commented to the taller, chubbier boy.

"Sir Francis Bacon?" He asked, raising a brow.

Baljeet shook his head, "I stand corrected."

"We're building a rubberization ray to give our skin rubber-like qualities." Phineas informed his friends, then gestured them to follow, "C'mon! We'll show you!"

As the boys walked over to the large machine, Isabella sighed to herself, staying behind. "So you see, Phineas," She said, staring at the patch disappointedly, "I can only earn the patch by walking up to someone I care about and telling them face-to-face that I've got a huge crush on you."

Frowning, she walked over to join the boys, hoping her temporary absence wasn't noticed. Thankfully, it wasn't.

"Remember how much fun it was to bounce around the world on a rubber ball?" Phineas asked, referring back to earlier in the summer when they all traveled around the world in one day.

"If not a bit nauseating." Baljeet added.

"That was the fun part!" Buford said.

"So, how awesome would it be to actually be a rubber ball?" Phineas said, introducing the intent of today's activity with his usual bright enthusiasm.

"I'm in! Can we shoot Perry with it and bounce him around the backyard like a plat-a-ball?" Buford suggested, making the others stare at him confused.

"Uhh..no." Phineas said, dismissing the idea. "But where is Perry?"

Perry, their pet and best friend. Unbeknownst to the kids, he was at the side of the house, waiting a couple seconds to make sure no one was around to see him. When he was sure the coast was clear, he stood up on his hind legs and set his fedora on his head. He pulled open the air conditioner and jumped inside. Since it was unusually freezing, he had to suit up so he wouldn't freeze in the time it took to enter his lair below the house.

When he finally landed in the lair, he pushed off a bit of snow and removed his suit, approaching his desk. He looked up at the screen to see his boss, Major Monogram, sitting in a hot tub. "Ah, Agent P, I see you found the new central air conditioning entrance." He said observantly.

Perry chattered angrily, as a way of asking what the hell was he doing. Monogram noticed and chuckled, "What? Oh, the hot tub. Purely therapeutic. The bubbles work wonders on a bad back." Just as he explained so, the bubbles stopped. He looked somewhere off-screen, "Carl!"

Carl, the agency's paid intern (though he wasn't actually paid—it was merely a title), exhaled sharply, clearly just having to blow the bubbles for the hot tub through a tube. "I'm a little lightheaded, sir." He informed, "Can I take a break?"

"What am I not paying you for?!" Monogram asked sternly.

Carl sighed, "Yes, sir."

Once Carl inhaled, he began to blow through the tube again, resuming the bubbly water of the tub.

Monogram relaxed in the tub then continued to give Perry his mission, "Anyhoo, today's the unveiling of Danville's new water tower. Mayor Doofenshmirtz is going to be dedicating it tonight at his press conference. We're fairly certain that Doof'll attempt to disrupt the event in some way. Not only is it high profile, but since it's right next door to Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated, it's also extremely convenient."

"So get out there and stop him from doing whatever it is he is gonna..." As he was giving the last bit, the bubbles once again stopped, distracting the major. But Perry already left his lair, since he knew his mission and was ready to stop his nemesis. "Carl! Bubbles!" Monogram demanded.

"Yes, sir..." Carl said, groaning just before he collapsed to the floor.

Monogram looked down at the unconscious boy and sighed, "Fine, you've got five minutes."