"I'm actually surprised you didn't figure it out sooner," Beatrice said to her friend and former bully. Jennifer Amberwall, one day at school.

"Well, how was I supposed to put together that your dad was THE Phineas Flynn? One of the founders of PFD Technologies?!" Jennifer said. "Your family lives in the suburbs for crying out loud!"

"Yes, but believe me it's for the best. We tried the rich life once... it wasn't for us, that's all I'll say. Besides, dad is just really humble and down to earth... and also he assumes that everyone know's him from reputation alone." Beatrice explained.

Jennifer was still flabberghasted. "I just... if you have that much money-"

"Most of it goes to materials for his projects. Or to charity. Not everything is about buying up junk just because it's shiny or has a high price tag on it." Beatrice said dismissively.

"Hey, the biggest extravagance our family ever did was move all our dead relatives into a basement crypt!" Jennifer said indignetly. "Believe me when I say there are wealthy families that do much worse than- OH SWEET CHEESE AND CRACKERS!" She then hid inside of her locker.

"What? What's wrong?" Beatrice asked in concern.

"Just... don't... talk," Jennifer whispered.

Then Beatrice saw a girl, with pale skin, blond hair, and wearing the ugliest and most impractical clothes she had ever seen in her life. Not to mention her face looked like it had gone several rounds with plastic surgery. "OMG your like... a robot." She said with a loud valley girl accent.

"Yeah... and you are?" Beatrice asked, bewildered by the ambiguous Human-being she was looking at.

"I'm, like. Cynthia Irons. My daddy is the CEO of PFD Technologies. Have you heard of them? Oh who am I kidding, everybody knows about them!" The girl said before loudly laughing.

"Oh... so your Jeffrey Irons's daughter... good to know," Beatrice said as she started writing herself mental notes about this girl.

"Yeah... I got expelled from my old school. Apparently, like. Messing with dweebs is like. Against the rules... or something, I wasn't paying attention. All I know is that I have to go like, slumming for my education. But you just might make this interesting! Well, as they like, say in Kenya. Ciao!" Cynthia said as she left the hall.

"Is she gone?" Jennifer whispered.

Beatrice opened the locker that Jennifer was hiding in. "Yeah, now what was that all about?"

"Beatrice Galatea Flynn... Cynthia is the reason I transferred to Danville High in the first place." Jennifer said sheepishly.

"Jenny? What are you even talking about?" Beatrice asked in concern.

"She... was the absolute worst," Jennifer said. "She always made fun of me for my malformed arm, my prosthetic arm, my love for Silver Automaton comics-"

"Say no more... if this girl has been harassing you. I'll do everything within my power to help you." Beatrice said supportively as she pulled up Jennifer to her feet. "I'll try to work out something with dad."

XXXX

A week passed, with Jennifer hiding from Cynthia in increasingly bizarre and ridiculous ways. But eventually, after Phineas, Ferb and Heinz returned from testing a three-hundred-foot tall robot.

"Could you make sure I'm paying attention when you tell me you're out testing war machines?" Beatrice said irately as Phineas, Ferb, and Heinz Doofenshmirtz worked on a robot.

"I'm just glad you waited, rather than drag us away from testing Titanic Beak," Phineas said as he and the others were putting on the finishing touches. "But are you sure that this is even a good idea? I mean... I'm all for helping your friends, but this seems rather petty."

"Jennifer has some kind of sixth sense for this Cynthia girl, whenever she comes close to her. She hides away, on Friday she hid in a trash can, a full one when Cynthia walked by... and she didn't even pass by that same trash can. And that's just what I've seen!" Beatrice said.

"And you say I overcomplicate things," Heinz said smugly.

"You built a device that pulled Earth further away from the sun, specifically so that you could safely use sunscreen that was under your normal SPF," Ferb said to his father-in-law.

"Yeah, but this is a completely different concept altogether!... it was a machine, not a robot," Heinz said.

"Just trust me on this... as extreme as it is. It's better than my plan A... not even sure if that would have worked properly." Beatrice said.

XXXX

Eventually, Cynthia was walking down the hallway... and found someone who looked identical to her. "THERE CAN BE LIKE ONLY ONE!" They shouted in unison as they proceded to fight.

"So... that robot has hologram projectors?" Jennifer asked.

"Yep, I figured that she'd take it in out of sheer narcissism. Then it would blatantly ruin her life... I am actually surprised that hasn't happened." Beatrice said as she displayed holographic footage from the robot's perspective. "If nothing else, dad can sue her dad for damages."

"Yeah, she did have a weird sort of Grimwade's Syndrome. She was alright with robots the were close to Human in appearance or Androids. But for some reason, she goes berserk with almost anything else." Jennifer said. "I mean it was the only reason she didn't destroy Georga and Traci, and just kept them on as-"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Bea said in disbelief. "What's that about destroying Georga and Traci?"

"Wait... you mean to tell me that you didn't know they were Androids?" Jennifer said. "I thought it was obvious from the start! Wouldn't your sensors have picked up something was wrong with them?"

"I just assumed they were sycophants!" Beatrice said.

"They are! After the got fed up with Cynthia bullying me, they went to live with me." Jennifer said. "And before you say anything... I'll work out an appointment with Dr. Metro to work out my issues."

"Fair enough," Bea said. "You see my shrink. I'll work on getting Cynthia out of everyone's collective hair."