One month passed after Beatrice had been created, she had developed rather nicely into a kind if socially awkward teenage girl. At this point, Phineas and Isabella had organized with Candace and Ferb for Beatrice to meet the rest of the family. Candace had given birth to her first child with her husband Jeremy, Amanda Lindana Johnson five years ago and was currently pregnant again. Ferb and his recently wed wife Vanessa were expecting as well. Anyway, it was a sunny day as the three Flynn's drove to Candace's house; Beatrice looked scarred in the backseat of the car. "Beatrice, what's wrong?" Isabella asked looking into the backseat at her daughter.
Beatrice indeed looked anxious."It's... look I know you mean well but... it's just-"
"You're nervous about meeting other people for the first time, that's perfectly normal," Phineas said.
"It's not just that dad it's... well do any of them know about... what I am? And would they like me at all?" Beatrice asked.
"Of course they would! Phineas and Ferb used to do an improbable project every day when we were kids, a roller coaster across town, spaceships capable of interstellar travel, and I think once you and Ferb trained an army of Penguin Legionaries... why did we do that again?" Isabella said trying to reassure Beatrice.
"And besides, from what Vanessa's told us her brother is a robot... she said it was complicated, and Amanda's only five, I doubt she'd have any issues with you being a robot at all," Phineas said.
"Okay, that still doesn't really answer my question, do they know if I'm a robot or not?" Beatrice asked.
"Yes... though I think I may have forgotten to tell Candace, she did take that time we got our bodies switched with alien criminals in stride though. So I doubt that she'll mind," Phineas said offhandedly.
"Still don't understand why Candace and Jeremy moved to the other side of town, it's a good distance from the museum though," Isabella said as the car parked in front of the Johnson household.
"We're here, you ready Beatrice?" Phineas asked.
"Not particularly, no," Beatrice said.
"Look just take a deep breath, and try to keep calm," Isabella told her, Beatrice took a deep breath through the nose and exhaled.
"Okay, I'll do my best mom," Beatrice said as they stood on the front door and Phineas rang the doorbell. "Just out of curiosity, what would Aunt Candace do if she doesn't just take me being a robot in stride like you said?" Beatrice asked as Candace answered the door.
"Phineas! Isabella! Long time no see..." Candace said she noticed Beatrice... and then ran off in the opposite direction of the door, into the basement, into a crate, down a ladder, and into a panic room much like the one in the old Flynn-Fletcher house. All the while screaming at the top of her lungs like she periodically did whenever she saw unusual things related to either of her brothers.
"...that, she'd do that," Phineas said, looking completely disinterested in her sister's latest panic attack as Beatrice hid behind him.
"I-Is she always like that?" Beatrice asked frightened by her aunt's outburst.
"Going nuts at the sight of anything even a little out of the ordinary? Honestly, I thought she would react even worse than that." Isabella said.
"Alright, what happened this ti- wow cool, you didn't tell me she was a robot!" Said Jeremy, looking at Beatrice, she could only give her father a suspicious glare.
"Alright, I forgot to tell Candace AND Jeremy," Phineas admitted.
"Good of you to make it Phineas, and Isabella. It is good to meet you, Beatrice." Ferb said as he held out his hand to the young robot, nervously Bea shook it.
"I-It's great to meet you, Uncle Ferb," Bea said shakily.
"Wow, she looks so human-like," Vanessa said, looking impressed with her robotic niece.
"She's a little self-conscious about being a robot, so try not to bring it up... too much," Isabella said.
"Don't worry mom, I know what I am," Beatrice said, latter on she sat down with Vanessa on a couch in the living room, both women holding mugs of coffee. "So... Dad said that your brother is a robot," Beatrice said trying to start a conversation with her aunt.
"Well, my dad built Norm as part of a poorly thought out scheme to eradicate this secret agent he regularly fought, now you see he normally uses devices he makes only once for some sort of harebrained scheme to take over the Tri-State Area once and doesn't ever use them again." Vanessa explained, detailing the improbable exploits of her father, Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz. "-so one day Norm was really depressed, which considering that he's normally almost unbearably cheerful was more than a little off. So I gave him my MP3 player, I called him bro, and he called me sis, and we've pretty much considered ourselves brother and sister ever since." Vanessa said, her robotic niece baring an odd mix of bored and confused on her face.
"And that was it? You shared your music player and then after that, you consider each other siblings?" Beatrice said disbelievingly.
"Well... sort of," Vanessa admitted.
"Anything of interest about Norm… at all?" Beatrice asked.
"Well, he's powered by a squirrel on a hamster wheel... don't know what my dad was thinking with that one. But don't worry yourself about it, you're much more advanced then Norm, even after that time he upgraded himself with all those weapons." Vanessa said Beatrice could only look disinterested at the end of this long story.
"It's okay Candace, Bea doesn't bite, she's a completely normal person," Jeremy said to his wife as he had finally gotten her out of the panic room, Candace cautiously sat next to Beatrice.
"Okay Aunt Candace, is there a specific reason why you're so terrified of me?" Beatrice asked as Vanessa got up from the coach.
"Well... it's not so much you, it's just... has Phineas ever talked to you about what he and Ferb used to do when we were kids?" Candace asked.
"More like vague outlining's, and really weird stuff at that, Penguin Legionnaires, contacting alien races, making primitive robots, warping the space-time continuum, all for the sake of making the most of summer," Beatrice said skeptically.
"Well, they did, and every day I'd try to show Mom what the boys did, but every time, with rare deviations from the norm. There project just inexplicably disappeared for no apparent reason." Candace explained.
"Well, didn't you try to tell anyone?" Beatrice asked.
"Well I tried to tell my parents about the boy's antics, but every time I did I pretty much always failed to even get them to see what they built or had done," Candace said.
"And this has caused you to have a problem with me... why?" Beatrice asked.
"Well... once the boys made a whole bunch of robot duplicates of themselves, and at least one of myself, and I've basically been scarred of robots ever since," Candace explained.
"And you think that I'm somehow related to those robots?" Beatrice asked suspiciously.
"What? No, your way more sophisticated than they were, they couldn't even talk... or at least I don't think they ever said anything, they may have song a few times though. Anyway, I'm sorry about screaming before, I just didn't suspect that Phineas managed to make an even more advanced robot, let alone make a robot child at all." Candace said.
"Oh... so I heard you have a daughter, where is she?" Beatrice asked.
"Well Amanda has been fighting a cold, so I don't think she'd be in any shape to meet you," Candace said.
"Mommy, is this my cousin?" A small redheaded child wearing pj's said.
"I didn't know you had a pet monkey," Beatrice said.
"That is Amanda," Candace said as Beatrice took in a sip of coffee, and then promptly did a spit take.
"What?! I... she's just so... tiny!" Beatrice said surprised.
"You should have seen her when she was born, just barely the size of my hand, why is that so surprising to you?" Candace asked.
"N-Nothing, just... I didn't really 'grow' in a biological sense, I was basically born as I am, not as a... 'child' like Humans do. Don't know why I didn't know that before." Beatrice said sheepishly.
"Do you want to play with me?" Amanda asked the adolescent android.
"I don't see why not, might even be interesting." Beatrice as she followed her cousin into her room.
"Let's play makeup!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Wait what?" Beatrice said, caught off guard as her child cousin began to apply seemingly random makeups to her face.
"Ta-da! Now you look fabulous." Amanda said, Beatrice looked in the mirror to see that her face was covered in haphazardly applied colors, fake eyelashes, and her lips were about the size of a cantaloupe, and her hair was done up in a ponytail.
"WHAT?! THIS?!..." She said as she noticed that Amanda was scarred of her outburst. "... is a lot of room for improvement," Beatrice said.
"Lier! You look fab- oh my gosh your right, you look like some kind of freak." Amanda said.
"Well, could you take it off?" Beatrice asked.
"Of course, it's paint anyway." Amanda said as she took out a sponge and rubbed the 'makeup' off. Beatrice looked in the mirror again and actually looked pleased with how her hair looked.
"Hmm... you know my hair actually looks good done up like this," Beatrice said.
"You like it?" Amanda asked.
"Of course, I don't know why I never thought to style my hair," Beatrice said, though of course, she knew exactly why, she had spent pretty much all of her time being tested by Phineas, with no time to think about such simple things as being a normal child... but then again she didn't really care, so long as she was Phineas and Isabella's daughter nothing else really mattered to her.
A few hours later, Phineas, Isabella, and Beatrice were back home. "So, all in all, did you like seeing the rest of your family?" Isabella asked.
"You know, I thought I'd hate going, but I'm glad I was wrong," Beatrice said happily.
