One night while Beatrice was walking by herself in the Danville woods. She was whistling happily to herself as she breathed in the fresh night air. Blissfully unaware that there was something nearby.

Then a horse burst out from the bushes, with Mathew on it's back. Beatrice hovered away out of reach of the bucking and panicking horse, all the while Mathew was screaming 'SETTLE DOWN!' over and over. Until the horse finally laid down from exhausting itself.

"Mathew," Beatrice said in surprise as she landed. "What the heck are you doing out here?"

"The short answer... the short answer is I'm on a hunting trip with my grandparents," Mathew said, exhausted from keeping his horse from panicking. "You?"

"My family is spending the weekend at my great grandparents," Beatrice said. "And let me tell you, it is wonderful to get away from the mayhem of everyday life!"

"That must be nice... having grandparents that aren't insane," Mathew said bitterly.

"Why? What exactly are you hunting?" Beatrice asked, then an elderly couple also emerged from the bushes on horses of there own. "Oh you must be Mathew's grandparents, I'm Beatrice Flynn-" Then the elderly man and woman drew crossbows. "-and if I was vulnerable to such primitive weapons I'd be scared."

"Grandma, Grandpa lower your weapons!" Mathew said. "She's a friend from school!"

"Wait..." Beatrice said suspiciously. "You said you were-"

"We're not hunting people Bea... trust me. You wouldn't believe what we normally hunt." Mathew said.

"Little lady... I don't know if you know it. But these woods ain't as safe to walk about alone in the middle of the night as they used to be." Mathew's grandpa said.

"Yeah, you know that I mention it. I think I caught a bloodthirsty look in a chipmunks eye, and a bunny that was sharpening its teeth." Beatrice said sarcastically. "Come on! Even the bears around here aren't harmful... mostly... there still bears."

Mathew heard a sound coming from nearby, the sound of low growling and twigs breaking. "It ain't bears we're huntin' for-" Then a large wolf leaped onto Beatrice. A scruffy and scarred beast that was also about the same size as a horse. "That's what we're huntin'!" Mathew's grandpa said.

Mathew and his grandparents fired crossbow bolts into the wolf. But it was more focused on mauling Beatrice then the mounted hunters. Eventually, however, Beatrice got the upper hand and broke its neck.

"What... what did I just kill?" Beatrice said in shock, as she was now covered in claw marks.

"Dire wolf... that was a dire wolf you just killed," Mathew said frankly. "We were hunting rogue dire wolves."

"That was the last one sugar." Mathew's grandma said. "It took us the better part of a month, but she's dead."

Beatrice looked in bewilderment at what just happened. "You mean... creatures like this are real?" She said in surprise. "How would I have not guessed that myself when things like the Giant Floating Baby Head, the Baklava Boar, and Klimpaloon, the Magical Old-Timey Bathing Suit Who Lives in the Himalayas exist?!"

"Now that just sounds like stupid nonsense." Mathew's grandpa said.

"No Grandpa, there is a Giant Floating Baby Head in Danville. As well as a giant boar in lederhosen that only says 'baklava'. I've never seen Klimpaloon in person, however... and it only now just donned on me those scratches you got aren't good!" Mathew said.

"Good eye Mathew." His grandpa noted. "Kid, I don't mean to alarm ya, but... your now a werewolf. Mathew facepalmed at his grandpa's frankness.

"W-W-W-What?!" Beatrice stuttered as her head sparked, and she lost consciousness. "Error:" She said in a robotic voice. "Stress and anxiety levels have reached excess parameters. Unit Beatrice Flynn will return to creator Phineas Flynn for repairs." She then robotically walked off with a slump.

Mathew gave his grandpa a dirty look. "Oh sure, blame that on me."

XXXX

The following morning. Beatrice awoke, feeling groggy and with a painful headache. "Bea! Oh, thank goodness your okay!" Isabella said in relief as she hugged her daughter.

"What happened to you last night?" Phineas asked. "You were covered in giant claw marks, and you had a short-circuited a cranial circuit."

Beatrice rubbed her eyes, exhausted from her ordeal the night before. "Short answer... giant wolf mauled me. Apparently, Mathew's grandparents live nearby, and they hunt werewolves." She croaked.

Then a small boy with red hair, and an oval-shaped head entered the room. "Is Beatwice okay?" He asked.

"Well, physically she is fine Thomas," Phineas said. "But beyond that... can't say for certain."

"Anyway, thwee people are here on horseies," Thomas said.

Beatrice got up and went outside, and as her often absent baby brother said there were three people. Mathew, his grandparents, and their horses were there. "Okay... why are you here? Want to get me mauled by some other supernatural monster?" She said bitterly.

"First, that wasn't our fault. It was mainly my horses fault for being the most COWARDLY EQUINE ON EARTH!" Mathew yelled in the direction of his horse. "Seriously! That panic attack was over a moth! Secondly, we're just here to check if you really are a werewolf now." Beatrice cringed at this. "Don't worry, we only hunt werewolves that give into there feral bestial side and go, rogue."

Beatrice still looked anxious. "Just get it over with."

"Relax Bea, this process is rarely painful," Mathew said as he donned a pair of latex gloves. He then looked in Beatrice's mouth. "Hmm... canines are longer." He then ran a piece of meat over one of the canines. "And sharper." Beatrice then started salivating. "And you probably want to eat this raw?" Then Beatrice tore the steak out of his hands and wolfed it down. "Yep..." Mathew then touched Beatrice's nose. "Cold and wet... now for the final test." Mathew said as he pulled out a spritz bottle, and spritzed Beatrice's arm.

"Mathew... what's in that bottle?" Beatrice as a blistering rash formed on her arm.

"Liquid silver. Just don't scratch it and it'll go away in a few hours." Mathew said, then Thomas, Phineas, and Isabella showed up.

"Is Beatwice going to be okay?" Thomas asked.

"Yes... on any night without a full moon. When a full moon is out, however, she'll turn into a large wolf." Mathew said frankly. "And before anyone asks, conventionally speaking there is no cure for lycanthropy... unless Mr. Flynn can manage a workaround."

"Young man, when I was a kid, Ferb and I built a rollercoaster across Danville in an afternoon, made a working rocketship in our backyard, and invented so many other things. That I'm still amazed we fit them all into one-hundred and four days of summer vacation." Phineas said proudly. "I think I can cure lycanthropy. Oh and this is my youngest son Thomas, he's in private school so he isn't at home very often."

XXXX

At the Flynn home. "Okay... he was right. We can't cure lycanthropy." Phineas said to his step-brother Ferb as they worked on Beatrice in the basement.

"But I don't want to turn into a wolf monster whenever a full moon is out!" Beatrice said in disbelief. She was laying on the Quantum Android Forge with cables and interfaces were inserted into various panels up and down her arms, legs, torso and even her face.

"Well if we can't cure it, we can edit the robotized lycanthropy virus" Ferb suggested.

"Of course! Why didn't I think of it?" Phineas said, over the next few hours. The two brothers edited Beatrice's software so that she would not be susceptible to werewolf weakness's as well as freely accessing her wolf form.
"Okay... you feeling better?"

"A little I think," Beatrice said uncertainly, then she got up after her maintenance was done. She then donned her google visor. "Okay... it's crazy, but let's see if this wolf form works." She said as she accessed the new feature in question. When she activated it. She did indeed transform into a large bipedal wolf-like white and blue creature. "This... this so cool! I feel so much more powerful!" She said. "I wonder." She then looked up if she had a proper wolf form. "Oh, you two spoil me." She said as she looked herself over.

"Yeah, and best of all. You'll have complete control over your werewolf powers." Phineas said. "You know Ferb, this kind of reminds me of the time Candace turned into a Vampire."

"Please don't remind me," Ferb said cringing.

"I can form change now!" Beatrice said happily. "I'm now like... now... like." She said as she started to tear up. "Dad... I made myself sad."

"Oh, you were thinking about your robot team," Phineas said sympathetically.

"Steller Imperator... he never got around to teaching me before he and the others were lost in that black hole," Beatrice said as she hugged her father in her wolf form.

"Uh... could you change to your Human form? It's just... it feels weird being hugged by a wolf." Phineas added awkwardly, his daughter then changed to her human form.

"You know, there not necessarily dead. Just scattered across the galaxy." Ferb said reassuringly his robotic niece. "It may be a while, but you'll see them again."