Beatrice was fast asleep, dreaming of her friends. Specifically of Mathew and Daniel, and her romantic feelings for both of them. Feelings that she never shared with anyone, except involuntarily with her BEA-Droid cousins. Feelings that would once again, not be properly resolved.

"Beatrice. We have an Alpha level communication from your aunt: Eliza Beckham Fletcher." Cricket-Alpha said, waking Beatrice from her rest.

"Put her through," Beatrice said groggily as she activated her visor. Seeing her British aunt. "Aunt Eliza... do you have any idea how late it is over here?"

"Not offhand my dear," Eliza said with her usual nonchalance. "I'm sorry but... in the course of my work I've come across something rather unusual."

"Really?" Beatrice snarked. "Considering that there are at least three robots in your extended family, you work for a quasi-government shadow organization. And unless I've heard wrong, you've palled around with the Errant Traveler a few times."

"I know," Eliza said. "But... well it involves me personally instead of just circumstantial oddities." She said with uncharacteristic worry.

"It must be serious, you're not just brushing everything off with refined sarcasm," Beatrice said.

"At any rate, I need you to come to London as soon as possible. Preferably not a school day." Eliza said.

"Well, what a coincidence... it is a school night. So I'll be there this Saturday... with company. So goodnight, and I'll see you then." Beatrice said as she terminated the call.

XXXX

That following Saturday, Beatrice arrived in London with her cousins, Jennifer Johnson, Jonah Underwood, Norman Fletcher, and Veronica Murphy. "So, your first time in Merry Old England Norman?" Jonah said teasingly.

"I've never had reason to come here before, or had an opportunity to visit with my family," Norman said, not catching on to the sarcasm. "Besides, you should already know that."

"He's making fun of you Norman," Jennifer said as they entered an apartment building.

"So did your Aunt say anything more about why she wanted you to come on such short notice?" Veronica asked as the five teenaged robots went down a flight of stairs.

"No, but if something is enough for Aunt Eliza to get spooked it has to warrant extra hands," Beatrice said as she pressed a door-bell button. "I'd have asked the others instead... but I know for a fact that Mathew would have issues with traveling to another country on short notice."

"Wait, why would you have asked us separately?" Veronica asked.

Before Beatrice could explain. Eliza answered the door. "Well hello, Beatrice. And I see you've brought my newest Neice and Nephew with you... and your other cousins."

"Hello, Aunt Eliza," Norman said.

"Hey Aunt E..." Jennifer said nervously. "How... how's it going?"

Eliza just smirked. "Well, you'll get a hand on social interaction. But that matters not." She then led the robot teenagers inside. "Trust me, it will make much more sense. If I show you what I called about." She said as she led them into her living room.

"So what do you even have?" Veronica asked, Eliza then opened a bust of Winston Churchhill, pressed the button that was hidden underneath. This caused a nearby bookcase to reveal a passageway. "Okay... you wanted us to come just to see a secret passageway?"

"Just follow me," Eliza said as she led her guests down the passageway. "For context, I work for a quasi-government shadow agency. Mainly I work to keep world peace and... over the last week. I came across something truly unusual. Even for the general weirdness that tends to follow my family around." She then led them into a parlor.

"Well, it can't be... that... weird?" Beatrice was taken aback by what she saw. Four women, each one virtually identical to Eliza. "Okay... I'm hoping there's a logical explanation for-"

"We're clones darlin'." An Eliza look-alike wearing a cowboy hat said.

Beatrice was perplexed. "Okay... your all clones of my Aunt-"

"Actually... I'm a clone as well." Eliza admitted. "My parents opted for artificial insemination-"

"Oh shut your gob limey!" An Irish accent Eliza look-alike interrupted. "Point is duine iarainn. In addition to looking like each other. We all have the same genetic code."

Veronica then noticed that one of the clones, an Eliza clone that was wearing a jacket and sweatpants hyperventilating. "Are you alright miss?"

"Kid... up until last week I lived a perfectly normal life. Then I learned that I'm a clone of someone... what in your right mind makes you think anyone would be alright?!" The woman snapped. She then saw that Veronica was upset. "I'm... I'm sorry. I've had a lot on my plate in the last... look my name is Sarah. And what's your name?" Sarah said reassuringly.

"Veronica Murphy," Veronica said upbeat.

"Do you at least have a lead on who could have created you, who you're cloned from, and why?" Beatrice asked.

"Unfortunately no, no, and no. I do have an informant of sorts... but I don't want to talk to him." Eliza said, rubbing her nose in frustration.

XXXX

Later on, Eliza and Beatrice arrived at a flat in one of London's neighborhoods. "So this guy... what is going on with him?"

"He's the most vindictive little man on Earth," Eliza said in aggravation. "Pretty much every day or so. He swears revenge against anyone or anything that slights him. I mean... he once swore revenge against Scotland for an accident at a Scottish cultural festival. I mean he's rude, crude, mean, nasty, vile, uncouth, unpleasant, prickly, surly, churlish, judgemental, selfish, ill-tempered, angry, appalling, objectionable, hot-headed, indecent, caustic, insulting, repugnant, detestable, and offensive!" She ranted. "And those are some of his better qualities!"

Then the door opened, and a small man wearing black clothes, black makeup, and purple mohawk came through. "Oi! Did me mum put you up to this!?" He demanded with a loud Cockney accent.

"No, now look Dan I don't have time to put up with your delusional rantings," Eliza said.

"Listen, lass! I may not have proof that the royal family are all Martians, but-"

Beatrice then spritzed spray into Dan's face. "We don't have time for this. What do you know about cloning in the past thirty years?"

"AH! ME ORBS! WHAT EVEN IS THIS STUFF?!" Dan screamed.

"I'm truly sorry about this Dan. But I've come across some clones, and I need to know where they were made." Eliza said sympathetically and omitting that she was a clone herself. "You remember how you thought your look-alike was a clone?"

"What about 'im?" Dan said.

"I want to know whatever you've found out. Knowing you, you probably have an entire file cabinet to the subject." Eliza said as the two entered the flat.

"This... this is the worst looking place I've ever entered. And that includes alien dive bars!" Beatrice said in disgust.

"And who asked your opinion robot? I like it fine as it is I do!" Dan said as giant ants crawled out of one of his kitchen cupboards.

"Just help us, and we'll be out of your hair before you know it," Eliza said, disguising her discomfort to be near this punk.

"And we're not leaving till you provide us the information we're looking for... as terrible as that would be," Beatrice said as she noticed a giant cockroach bathing in the bathroom sink.

"Alright! Alright! ALRIGHT!" Dan then took out a manilla envelope. "But you're not leaving with it."

Beatrice then took the envelope and used her visor to scan the individual pieces of evidence. "Contents scanned, compiled, and sorted. Cricket?"

"I will begin an analysis," Cricket said.

"Good," Beatrice then threw the envelope at Dan. "I feel like I'm covered in diseases just by being in here."

"Your welcome!" Dan said as the two women left.

XXXX

Several hours later, Eliza, Beatrice, and her cousins arrived at a barn in the countryside. "Your sure this is the place?" Eliza asked of her robotic niece as they looked out of a bush, looking out at the barn.

"Affirmative," All five robotic teenagers responded.

"Couldn't you lot have waited to activate that BEA-Combat Tactical Network of yours?" Eliza asked.

"Negative," All five robotic teenagers responded. "We shall begin shortly."

"Well all right then," Eliza said. "I'll work on getting us inside of the barn, hopefully, we'll get the information we want."

"Correction. It is the data YOU want. Our interest in assisting is purely out of familial obligation. And even then it's only three-fifths of us that have any sort of legal, or biological connection to you." All five robotic teenagers responded.

"That's what I like about you, you're not afraid, to be honest," Eliza said. "Anyway, I sneak inside and-"

"We have already calculated the odds of your plan working. And have devised a much more effective plan." Then unexpectedly. Beatrice and her cousins combined into a giant werewolf-like robot. "We will serve as a distraction while you sneak in during the ensuing chaos."

Eliza would have objected, but the robotic werewolf already charged heedlessly at the barn. Roaring and catching the attention of the armed guards. "Well... I can't argue with the effectiveness." Eliza then snuck past the guards who were more concerned with a two-story-tall robot werewolf to notice that she was sneaking into the underground facility. And to her surprise found my clones being made... and information that indicated that effectively everyone that worked for this nebulous organization was a clone in one way or another.

All except for its leader, who she quickly found. "Well... I must say I'm impressed." An older looking Eliza said. "Not only did you find my little hidey-hole. But you got my security distracted by a giant robot werewolf."

"Who are you?" Eliza demanded. "And why do you look like me?"

"Well to make a long story short. You're a clone of me, as for me. I'm Hortense Ainsworth, I used to be a scientist, but I was rejected for my radical ideas." Hortense said. "I managed to get five of my clones to safety before the authorities shut down my initial experiments. Since then I've been working in secret to refine and improve my research."

"For what purpose?" Eliza asked skeptically.

"Well, I wanted to see if it could be done," Hortense said.

Eliza was floored. "I... that's it?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint, but that's it," Hortense said.

"No eugenics?" Eliza asked.

"Still haven't found how to improve genetic codes," Hortense said.

"No infiltrating world governments?" Eliza asked.

"Dozens of people that look virtually identical would raise suspicion... even to complete morons," Hortense said.

"Organ farming," Eliza asked.

"Sadly, it's one of the only ways I've found to keep the lights on here and pay for my R&D overhead seeing as how I don't want to government to know about any of this," Hortense said with regret.

"No armies?" Eliza asked.

"That's been done to death, and besides I'm not interested in taking over the world," Hortense said.

"The sad thing is your already a better person then Beauregard," Eliza said under her breath. "Well, I'm sorry for causing such a ruckus for you. I was just curious about why four other women had my identical genetic code. I had to drag my niece's, and my nephew, and their friends from the states, and I had to visit that vindictive weirdo Dan just to find this place." She apologized.

"I'm just glad that I can see one of my clones in person," Hortense said.

XXXX

Later on in Danville. "-and that's basically what happened, dad. Aunt Eliza gave me a copy of Professor Annsworth's research and data." Beatrice explained as her father looked over the files.

"Well, it's nice that Ferb, Heinz and I have something new to work with," Phineas said. "But did you and your cousins have to combine like that? I haven't run any tests on your combined form, yes, and I don't know any long term effect that might occur." He said with concern.

"Dad, we ran a diagnostic after we became a giant werewolf," Beatrice said with exasperation. "Nobodies memories got mixed up, nobody was stuck as a limb or a torso, nobodies mind was switched into another body, and the Cricket AI's told me that they didn't contract my strain of Lycanthropy. The most that happened is that everyone has an update regarding my neurosis's... and there's. Norman's been insecure about fitting in, in general, Jessica's been having problems bonding with Amanda, Jonah's and Veronica... well I'm happy that they see each other as more than friends-"

"Please don't share the gory details," Heinz said. "I have enough night terrors from when Norm would tell me about what he Chloe-" He then started cringing.

"It wasn't like that Great Uncle Heinz!" Beatrice said indignantly.

"Well, the point is, we have a new technology to help us defend the Earth from hostile alien life," Ferb said. "I'm surprised we never tried this when we were kids."

"I tried cloning back in my evil scientist days... well, not such much cloning as duplicating. No DNA, no tubes, no pencil-thin long-necked aliens with zero scruples and a lack of curiosity." Heinz rambled. "I've used rays, robots, everything but literal biological cloning at least."

"Regardless, with this latest adventure behind me... I'm going to take a nice, long, hot shower. I still feel like I'm festering with germs from visiting that Dan guy." Beatrice said as she left the lab.