"Dr. Metro, Beatrice Flynn is here... and she brought another one." The aging psychiatrist's secretary said over the intercom.
"Very well... send them in." Dr. Metro said in resignation. While he liked Beatrice, and in the ten years since there first appointment he saw her as family. He didn't appreciate it whenever Bea brought in a member of her family. Not the increase of business, but more having to help them deal with there increasingly bizarre neurosis. In particular her aunt, Candace Johnson, and her great uncle, Heinz Doofenshmirtz.
Beatrice entered the office. "Dr. Metro... look who I brought this time." She said as she showed her younger sister, Bethany. Writhing and thrashing.
"Ah, the younger sister. Who you've been complaining- I mean telling me about for the last decade." Dr. Metro said.
"You've met... but she's never had an appointment with you," Beatrice said as Bethany continued to wriggle in her robotic sister's grip.
"And what prompted this?" Dr. Metro asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," Beatrice said as she sat down on the couch. "But to make a long story short. She not only embarrassed me in public but nearly destroyed Danville."
"What?!" Dr. Metro said in surprise.
"Don't worry, I managed to contain the nuclear blast, me and the other BEA-Droid's. But what happened at the International Robotics Convention was the last straw." Beatrice said as Bethany stuck out her tongue. "For five... LONG YEARS, I've tolerated this childish behavior. From a five-year-old, this would be expected. But your TEN!"
"And... you want me to help get to the root of this immaturity?" Dr. Metro said.
"Ain't nothing wrong with me," Bethany said arrogantly.
"And therefore there is something wrong with you," Beatrice said in exasperation. "Beth... I know, your capable of being smart. Like, around where Thomas-"
"Don't talk to me about that little imp!" Bethany snapped.
Dr. Metro then wrote down on his clipboard. "I take it your baby brother is an issue?"
"Oh yeah! Before he came along, mom and dad practically worshiped me, and Bea waited on me hand and foot. But then mom becomes pregnant, and all of sudden everything's about the baby!" Bethany ranted.
"Classic Middle-Child Syndrome." Dr. Metro said blithely.
"Why couldn't you just over-achieve?" Beatrice said in disappointment. "What's more, why did it take me five years to learn that!"
Bethany then realized what she just said. "Uh..." She then got up and tried to cause mayhem.
"Bethany... Vivian... Flynn." Beatrice said in resignation as she stopped this attempt at chaos before it could even start. "Your actions last month could have killed people. You, mom, dad, all of Danville... even me."
"But your Beatrice! You've survived being disintegrated by alien monkeys!" Bethany said.
"Yes... barely... but your acting out is not only a pain in my aft-section. But apparently, your oblivious to the harm it can to yourself and others in the process. It was frankly a miracle that not only did the BEA-Droids and I only got radiation burns, but that Veronica's male gene-relatives weren't there either." Beatrice said. "It's just... I'm just exhausted with you acting like a five-year-old. Whereas dad and his friends back when he was your age. Went whole hog with making the most of the day. Meanwhile you... cause chaos... on purpose!"
"I... I..." Bethany then started to tear up. "I'M SORRY!" She wailed as she buried herself into Beatrice's lap.
"Easy kid," Beatrice said, reassuringly hugging her sister. "Just let it out... just let it out."
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"Weally?" Thomas said in a video chat with Beatrice.
"Yes, weally. I'm surprised none of us figured it out sooner." Beatrice said.
"Well... I kind of did." Thomas admitted.
"Excuse me?" Beatrice said in disbelief.
"Well... it was kind of obvious to me that Bethany was jeawous of me. And she was acting out to get mom and dad's attention." Thomas said.
Beatrice face palmed in embarrassment. "And this... is why you're in private school. So that your brain doesn't atrophy."
"Well, why aren't you here?" Thomas asked.
"First, your school is meant for children ages four to seven. I'm ten, and I have full-time work as the Silver Automaton as is. Second, my friends are here. Third, I have a sneaking suspicion that I'd only be allowed in because I'm a robot... I'd rather earn a high education based on who I am and not what I am." Beatrice said at length.
"But peopwe awe good!" Thomas insisted.
Beatrice just sighed. "I'm not even going to go into detail about how naive that is... but only because your five, and I for one would rather you not know about the ah... darker nature of humanity. Look, how about the next time your home. You, me and Bethany can go out for lunch. I've found this Polish restaurant that I think you kids just might like." She said.
"Okay, I'ww see you then," Thomas said happily.
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Unknown to anyone, Phineas was eavesdropping. "Huh... if only Beauregard worked out." He said to himself as he looked at a blueprint of a robot, specifically a BEA-Droid that looked like a male doppelganger of Beatrice. "Oh well... so long as nothing happens, we won't have to revisit that unpleasant chapter of Flynn family history."
He then went down into the basement, swiped a card into an indentation in the wall. Causing a hidden door to open, revealing a room filled with all the gadgets and ideas he and Ferb kept under lock and key. Mainly a mix of doomsday weapons, inventions that proved to be more trouble then they were worth, or devices that could only be used under specific circumstances.
Phineas then went off to the off-limits section and saw the deactivated BEA-Droid, who was hooked up to a supercomputer. "I really hoped that you'd get along with Beatrice. But that god-complex you got... well that was non-negotiable." He said, unaware that in fact, Beauregard was active for some time.
That while he was immobile and unable to speak, he was still awake to a degree. "So let me get this straight... you know my sister's weakness, and you want to help me take over Earth. Enslave the Human meatbags, and impose order on their chaos." He communicated.
"All I will say is that the Vigilant of Ic'thao has its reasons for bearing such a grudge against Humanity. Believe whatever you wish machine, but do not forget who reactivated you in the first place." Ormphala Ty'raka answered back.
"That's all well and good. But couldn't you have at least activated the rest of my brain? It may have been a decade, but I still want to put this triangle headed goon six feet under for going against my plot to take over the world in the first place, and having my own twin fight against me!" Beauregard complained.
"Don't forget redacting all memory of your existence from Beatrice." Ty'raka said.
"Don't remind me... I was going to make her my Empress when I took over." Beauregard said.
"And don't you remind me!" Ty'raka said in disgust at the implications. "Regardless, you'll be freed from your imprisonment soon... but this is a layered plan. One with many moving parts. Keeping your family preoccupied with other matters, objectives to set up... keeping the Sym'ians from screwing up so horribly that we've spent all these resources on nothing."
"And the reason your main force isn't here?" Beauregard asked.
"For one, my fleet is mainly composed of damaged pirate vessels. And we're already half-way to Nidavalir, fortunately, one of the Sym'ian's is a prodigy with science, so she put a wormhole generator on their ship, so they and a strike team will go to Earth at the appointed time, and distract the Humans." Ty'raka said at length.
"And what am I supposed to do until then?" Beauregard asked impatiently.
"Go through your father's files. Download every bit of data you can get your hands on... particularly on how the Quantum Android Forge works." Ty'raka said.
"Might as well get some reading done... though I suppose it couldn't hurt to figure how to make more BEA-Droid's," Beauregard said.
"I'm sorry but I must go now... an issue has come up." Ty'raka finished.
"AT LEAST DEACTIVATE ME FIRST JERK! I DON'T WANT TO HERE MY FATHERS LAMENTING!" Beauregard roared back.
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"So how was lunch?" Isabella asked as her children returned home from the Polish restaurant.
"It was better then I thought!" Bethany said.
"Yeah, and the food wasn't bad either!" Beatrice said Bethany glared in annoyance. "Come on, I'm only riffing you." She said as she playfully ruffed Bethany's hair. "Seriously though, I can't remember the last time we went somewhere and you didn't cause a ruckus."
"I'm just gwad we got some famiwy time with each other," Thomas said.
"I'm so happy that your all getting along!" Isabella said as her children hugged each other. "I just wish Beauregard could be here... but he couldn't overcome his ambition to conquer the world and enslave humanity. And of course, Phineas has had him on ice in that secret room in the basement since then. Not to mention that Bea requested that her memories of him be redacted out of grief for having to fight him, the memories in question could only be disclosed if he were to ever come back online."
"Mommy? Why do you wook wike youw stawing into space?" Thomas noted.
Isabella then realized what she was doing. "Never mind me... just enjoy your sibling bonding." She said, and quickly her children made there way out of the living room. "I am bad at thinking to myself without people noticing."
