A/N: Before we begin with this new chapter, I just wanted to let everyone know that the person who salvaged this entire fic has given me their consent to identify them. So everyone, please give a round of applause to spongeyman90s! None of this would've been possible without them!

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Chapter 6 Summary: Perry goes to the Danville O.W.C.A. headquarters to receive an award for his efforts in disbanding L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. Meanwhile, Ferb, Isabella, and the kids of Danville enact their plan to cheer Phineas up.


The sun rose majestically over the horizon and bathed the town of Danville in its brilliant light. The dewdrops on every object in the suburbs, all from the thunderstorm last night, became to shine from the sunlight, making everything sparkle with a lovely glow. Birds began chirping harmoniously, and a man stepped out of his house to begin his daily morning jog. Downtown Danville became much busier than it would usually be in the nighttime, more pedestrians being present on the sidewalks and more automobiles driving down the streets. At the local church, its bell began ringing, signaling the beginning of a new day.

At the Flynn-Fletcher house, the light passed through the single window of the bedroom belonging to Phineas and Ferb. When the clock read 7 A.M., the top of the device opened up, and a homemade robotic arm unfolded out from it and its 'hand' poked Perry three times on the head. Perry thrust his eyes open and chattered. The two boys immediately woke up in response to the platypus's chatter, but then, there was a sudden, strange absence of Phineas's 'Good morning, Perry.'

Ferb stared at Phineas as his stepbrother silently made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Ferb decided to follow him, and the two stepbrothers procured their toothbrushes and brushed their teeth in silence. The British boy waited for Phineas to speak up, like he'd usually do, but there was nothing. No word issued from the inventor's mouth, not even a single sound to indicate he still had his voice. When the two boys needed to clean their mouths with water, Ferb reached for the sink to activate it, but Phineas's hand swatted his away and did the job for him. At first, Ferb thought it was an act of kindness, but when he reached for the water, the hand swatted his away again, and Ferb watched as his stepbrother cleaned his mouth first.

After Ferb cleaned out his own mouth, it was time for them to change their clothes. Ferb put on his shirt and underpants, then put his trademark purple pants on a device he and Phineas made so Perry can practically put them on without them having to use their hands. Indeed, Perry walked forward and pressed a button with his bill, causing wind to blow up and lock Ferb's pants onto his body. However, Phineas didn't step onto his own device, which had him put on a regular white shirt and his shorts, with Perry, while holding a stick with multiple paintbrushes on it, pressing a button that spun Phineas slowly around, getting his shirt decorated with its trademark orange stripes from the stick Perry held. Instead, Phineas put on a shirt that already had orange stripes painted on it, and then his shorts.

Next, Perry had to take his morning bath. Ferb took out a bucket from the bathroom sink, filled it with water, and placed Perry in it, washing him. However, when Ferb looked up, Phineas was already gone, leaving him to do all of the work.

And during all this time, Ferb still didn't notice Phineas's green eyes.


Once Perry was done with his bath, Ferb carried the platypus down the stairs and set him on the floor, where he wandered into the kitchen. Ferb followed his pet there, and he saw Lawrence washing the dishes.

Lawrence, sensing that someone was in the kitchen, turned around and greeted, "Morning, Ferb."

Ferb gave his father the thumbs-up. Knowing that his son wasn't a talker, Lawrence didn't pursue the subject anymore, instead going back to washing the dishes.

"Dad?"

Lawrence was surprised: Ferb never spoke this early in the day. "Yes, son?" he replied.

"Don't you reckon something's wrong with Phineas?"

"What makes you think so?"

Ferb replied, "Remember last night? During dinner? When he wouldn't feed Perry?"

Lawrence slightly raised his head in thought. He suddenly knew what his son meant and replied simply, "Yes, yes I do. Awfully strange of him, he would always do that, for he'd never leave Perry hungry. But I guess that's because of-"

Lawrence became silent, and Ferb knew why. But he didn't want to give up.

"It's very strange, Dad," the British boy said. "Not only does he never feed Perry, but he never laughs during his father's anniversary. But he did last night."

"I guess he was just trying to make himself feel better."

"What about when Mum called Ms. Garcia-Shapiro? He sounded really pleased when he found out that Isabella was gonna be in serious trouble. And he is never happy with Isabella being in trouble, especially if what he did led to such an event."

Lawrence stopped washing the dishes again and walked towards Ferb. "Say, Ferb," he said, "I don't mean to go off-topic, but you sure are speaking a lot today."

"I'm just concerned for Phineas, Dad," replied Ferb.

"I'm pretty sure he's just acting strange because he's trying to make some efforts in moving on. Yesterday's always a tough day for him, and I guess he realized that it's time to let go of the past. Like you let go of the past when-"

Lawrence stopped in mid-sentence; Ferb knew what his father was about to say.

"Okay," Ferb said. "I get it now. Thanks, Dad."

Lawrence smiled. "No problem, son," he replied optimistically.

Lawrence then walked back towards the sink. However, Ferb was lost in thought. He had decided to not pursue the conversation anymore, for his father was undoubtedly convinced that his stepson's strange change in behavior was merely because he was just trying to let go of what happened during that fateful day seven years ago. But Ferb was convinced that something else was going on with his stepbrother. Something more than just trying to move on.

Ferb looked down at Perry, who was eating the leftovers of his food from last night.

"Oh, Perry," said Ferb. "If only you could talk. That way we can help each other find out what's wrong with Phineas."

Perry knew that while he couldn't talk, he can do something as good.


It was a massive grouping at the Flynn-Fletcher backyard. All of the kids of Danville acquainted with the great Phineas Flynn, from Baljeet to the Fireside Girls, have arrived to begin what Ferb and Isabella called 'Operation: Phineas'. Everyone brought the tools and supplies they needed, while Ferb managed to find every blueprint of every creation he and Phineas worked on. Linda and Lawrence were unavailable at the house right now, for they were attending an antique convention at downtown Danville. As for Phineas, they were planning to lure him away from the house with a valid invitation to Clive Addison's Danville retreat, but they didn't have to anymore, for he was already gone.

As the children began reconstruction on each and every one of Phineas and Ferb's Big Ideas, Ferb approached Isabella, who was supervising several of the projects.

"Hello, Isabella," greeted Ferb.

"Hi, Ferb," Isabella replied.

"So, how'd last night go?"

Isabella, surprisingly, was still cheerful. "It went okay. My mom told me about what your mom told her, and I told her that I was just trying to cheer him up, and that I accidentally said the wrong words. I got a lecture for thinking about what I say first before saying it, but no punishment." She suddenly looked skeptical. "Why?"

"Because Phineas was pleased when my mum told him that you'd be getting into trouble," replied Ferb.

"What?" Isabella's mouth dropped open. She never knew that Phineas had been so upset with her that he would be pleased if she got into trouble. Now, she wished more than ever that she could approach Phineas and apologize for what she said.

"Ferb," the girl said, "stay here. I'm gonna find Phineas."

"Do you even know where he is?"

"No, but I'm gonna find out." Suddenly, Isabella noticed something.

"Hey, where's Perry?"


No one noticed that Perry was behind the backyard tree, watching the construction. He smiled and, once again, he wished he could help, but he knew he had somewhere to go. And this time, it wasn't Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated. Activating the hatch in the tree, Perry jumped inside and fell several feet before landing in a car sized for O.W.C.A. agents. Inside it were the members of the squad he led at DEI during the mission concerning the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator: Pinky, Kenneth, Herman, and Terry.

"Hey, Perry!" barked Pinky. "Ready to receive your award?"

"Yep," Perry chattered in response.

It was after their mission that the O.W.C.A. found out that L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. had been disbanded. The five agents were all regarded as heroes for bringing down the Tri-State Area's most dangerous criminal organization, and Monogram finally announced last night to the agents that they would be receiving the 'Honorary O.W.C.A. Agent' medals, a medal given to only the bravest and most dedicated O.W.C.A. agents. The agents were overjoyed at the news, for being awarded this medal was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and this medal was of high value to every O.W.C.A. agent. Perry knew that his previous medals would look minor in comparison.

Perry and the other four agents were slightly jerked back as the car automatically sped towards the Danville headquarters of O.W.C.A. All of a sudden, Perry couldn't help but feel that going to the ceremony was now a bad idea. However, the car would only go to its intended destination with no excuses, so there was no turning back now.

After several minutes, the car stopped alongside a single door. The five agents stepped out of the car and Herman opened the door. The five agents then walked up a staircase towards a second door. Once again, Herman opened the door, and the five agents found themselves in Major Monogram's office. And lo and behold, Monogram stepped out of the shadows, accompanied by his unpaid intern Carl Karl, who was holding a handheld camera that was recording the agents. Also appearing was Pinky's superior, Admiral Wanda Acronym, and her own intern, Kelly.

"Welcome, agents," Monogram greeted. "And congratulations on your receiving of the 'Honorary O.W.C.A. Agent' medals. The members of O.W.C.A. are all proud of you, especially me. I am really proud of you."

The five agents watched with surprise as a tear of happiness slid from Monogram's eye. Carl handed him a handkerchief, which Monogram used to wipe the tear.

"Thank you, Carl," said Monogram, slight strain in his voice.

"You're welcome, sir," Carl replied.

Monogram cleared his throat before becoming serious again. "Alright, agents, the ceremony starts in ten minutes at most. GO, GO, GO! Make us proud, agents!"

All five agents saluted their superiors and left the office.


Ferb watched as more and more of the inventions he made with Phineas were completed, and he realized that Isabella was right: the two of them had done everything. He was surprised that he never took note of this, and he became even prouder of himself and his stepbrother. Ferb began contemplating that the two of them should start a career revolving around this.

Walking towards the rollercoaster, Ferb smiled at the sight of it. While it looked rather crude, he saw it as his and Phineas's greatest invention, let alone their first. He didn't know why. All he knew was that it proved to be the leeway for a special summer, and Ferb noticed that it was this rollercoaster that got him to spend so much more time with his stepbrother. Sure, the two were the closest of friends when they first met, but never before have they gotten any closer after the rollercoaster's strange disappearance. They became close because they found out from building the contraption that they both shared yet another interest, their greatest interest: to make every day of their lives count. And the rollercoaster has since been looked at as majestic, not crude.

His thoughts were interrupted when he sensed that someone was beside him. Looking at his side, he saw that it was Django.

"Hey, Ferb," greeted Django.

"Hello, Django," Ferb replied.

Django looked up at the rollercoaster. "I liked the rollercoaster best," he said. "Sure, all of your other inventions were cool, but nothing beats your first invention."

"Yeah," Ferb said, looking up at the rollercoaster as well. "Your first invention."

Ferb then turned to Django. "Thanks for suggesting this."

Django looked back at Ferb. "No problem. It's the best I can do after you tried to help me impress my dad by painting the Unpainted Desert." Django then looked around before saying, "By the way, where's Isabella?"

"She went off to Phineas and apologize to him for saying the wrong words to him."

"Won't this get in the way of our plan to cheer him up?"

"No, then she's gonna take him to the backyard once we're finished and show him all of our inventions."


Perry was seated between Pinky and Terry in an audience of hundreds of O.W.C.A. agents. Never before had Perry seen so much agents. He knew that there were more divisions other than that of Monogram's and Acronym's, but he didn't imagine that there'd be a lot. He actually saw a couple of other platypuses amongst the agents, one of that batted its eyelashes at him, making it to be a female. However, Perry was too suave to fall for such charms.

Everyone was seated outside, in a large field in front of the headquarters. Beside the agents' seats were the seats for the O.W.C.A. superiors from Danville. He was able to count at least twenty superiors, but there could've been more. At the front of the seats was a stage that held a single microphone, two large loudspeakers, and a banner that read 'Congratulations, Agents'.

Finally, after almost a half-hour worth of waiting, a middle-aged, gray-haired man wearing a suit walked up to the stage. Perry recognized this man as the O.W.C.A.'s founder, General William Garrett, as did the rest of the agents. Pinky began to drool with excitement.

Taking the microphone in his hands, Garrett spoke in a wise, yet stern voice.

"When I founded the O.W.C.A. 25 years ago, my goal for the organization's agents was for them to be the bravest, most dedicated animals who will do anything to save our home, even if it leads to their own self-destruction. Agents who will say 'To heck with the odds' and go all-out to prevent evil from winning the battle. Agents that follow the code to every full extent and thwart evil on a daily basis without shedding a single complaint. Agents that are just, well, heroic. And yesterday, five certain agents have expressed every aspect of my goal. They worked together and defied the odds as they prevented evil from accomplishing its mission. And now, thanks to them, today, the world is a safer place. Will Perry the Platypus, Pink the Chihuahua, Kenneth the Kitty, Herman the Hedgehog, and Terry the Turtle come up to the stand, please?"

A thunderous applause erupted in the field as the five agents stood up and walked towards the stage, all smiling proudly and triumphantly. Monogram, Carl, Acronym, and Kelly were all clapping the hardest, for both Perry and Pinky. Perry saw that Pinky's compulsive shaking had increased and the toy dog was panting harder with excitement; the platypus couldn't help but snicker to himself.

Once the agents approached Garrett, the general slung a gold medal around each agent's neck. The medal depicted an eagle, the O.W.C.A.'s first agent, perched proudly on a tree with his arch-nemesis tied to the trunk, defeated. Perry stared at the medal and smiled proudly at his achievement. He just wished that Phineas and Ferb were here to see it. The applause became even louder upon Terry receiving the last medal.

"Oh, gosh!" Pinky barked. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I can't believe I have the Honorary O.W.C.A. Agent medal! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"

Pinky began barking like crazy, and Perry had to hold in the temptation to laugh.

Suddenly, there was a strange rumbling, and the applauding ceased. Apparently, it was not from the applause, as the rumbling continued. One of the loudspeakers soon fell over, startling Pinky.

"AH!" the dog barked. "IT'S THE APOCALYPSE! PLEASE, NOT NOW! I'VE JUST RECEIVED A MEDAL!"

Suddenly, the rumbling stopped, and everyone was staring at the horizon. Perry chattered in shock and anger.

For occupying the horizon was an army of Doofenshmirtz's Inators from the entire summer, from the Magnetism Magnify-Inator to the If-A-Tree-Falls-In-The-Forest-Inator. However, some Inators were not present, notably the Other-Dimension-Inator and the Amnesia-Inator. Every Inator was mounted on a wheeled platform.

"HELLO, O.W.C.A.!" called Doofenshmirtz as he emerged from his Very-Very-Bad-Inator. "HOPE YOU'VE GOT YOUR 3-D GLASSES, CAUSE WE'RE COMING AT YA!"


Original A/N: Yep, Doofenshmirtz just stole a quote from his 2nd Dimension self.

AND YES, CLIFFHANGER!

Now, on to the reviews:

FanficFemale: I know, I feel sorry for the good Phineas too! But the show must go on.

Brandon-The Real Spyro: Thanks!

Fauntleroy and Walter: Thanks so much for reviewing and extra thanks for labeling my story as a Favorite!

trickquestion: Oh. I'm sorry if the last chapter was a bit "anticlimactic" for you. But at least you know exactly how Phineas got zapped. And thanks for explaining what a Xanatos Gambit is.

Unsigned reviewer: Wow. Talk about coincidences. And yep, I didn't steal that idea.

maniac's maniac: Thanks for the heads-up! I hope you liked my edited chapter as well as this one. By the way, I'm not sure if you got my private message, but just in case, what do you mean by "He Django was hit by the ray O^O FUN!"

Six reviews! Which makes 39 reviews! Almost 40 reviews! WHOO-HOO! Keep up the reviewing, everyone! I love you all so much!

Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter! TheCartoonFanatic01 is out. PEACE!

New A/N: And now we're done with this re-posted chapter! Man, I've been going through my copy of the fic that I had saved away in my Google Docs document, and I realized that I really had Ferb step up to the plate and be in charge for the entirety of the story. It's quite a departure from his usual characterization as a "man of action", if I do say so myself. And it looks like this is the chapter where it all started.

Not that I'm complaining or think this is OOC of him. I'm thinking Ferb would become the de facto leader if Phineas were incapacitated in one way or another.

Also, I recall enjoying writing the O.W.C.A. awards ceremony scene. I don't remember if "Phineas and Ferb" ever showed O.W.C.A. holding ceremonies of any kind, but I think I pulled off such an awards ceremony really well. For some reason, I particularly enjoyed writing General William Garrett's speech. Everything just flowed well in my head, and it all clearly translated well onto paper (or the computer screen, in this case).

And yes, Doofenshmirtz DID just steal a quote from his 2nd Dimension self. XP It was unconscious, mind you.

Well, I'd like to thank the following for reviewing:

-PhinabellaForLife22:

1) So the fairy dust bit was funny to you? Huh. I've always thought it was remarkably dark and twisted on the Shadow's part. But I guess we all have our unique viewpoints of things.

2) Thanks for your feedback! I guess desperation will make you do the most unexpected things.

-Air-Crafter:

1) Indeed he does.

2) Ohhh, I know what you're talking about now! Now THAT is hilarious! XD Unfortunately, it doesn't look like the original version had Ferb singing along with Candace for that last bit, if the Archive Of Our Own version is anything to go by. Now I'm feeling disappointed in my fifteen-year-old self. That was a missed opportunity right there...

-DBI-JoMo:

1) Thanks for your feedback! As another user mentioned, it would be understandable if you realize Phineas is desperate to take control of his body and his life again.

2) I don't know if I ever gave the Shadow his own theme song (I haven't read too far into my copy of the fic), but I think him not having one really drives home the point of how evil the Shadow is, and how different he is from Phineas: Phineas likes to sing, while the Shadow doesn't have even a single song to his name. I believe having no song is a good thing for the Shadow's character.

-Epsilon Tarantula:

1) Thanks for reviewing every chapter so far! Yes, not a lot has changed here. See, I didn't want to change up anything. As I said before in my new Author's Note in the first chapter, I really believe this fic represented the height of "Phineas and Ferb". I did think about doing some changes, namely proofreading, but I decided not to for the sake of preserving nostalgia. Think of this fic as a fossil, if you will.

2) At first, I didn't know what "Cerebus Syndrome" was, but then I found your fic and realized I reviewed it a while back. I was really surprised! Anyway, thanks again!

3) Why would I ever be ashamed of my first fic? Especially since it got so many positive reviews while it was up the first time?

4) Honestly, though, I think I could've done a lot better than what I ultimately did with Phillip Flynn.

5) Yeah, canon really threw a wrench into what I set up in this fic. I mean, Jesus H. Christ! XP

6) Well, a mourning Phineas is quite out-of-character in the first place, so I guess my fifteen-year-old self just went with it and gave him depressed, edgy dialogue. :P

7) Yes, that's the difference between what I did and what Donjusticia did. I didn't make a lot of alterations to the songs I used, while parodies are alterations in of themselves.

8) Wow, I forgot about the ray beam being green! I just thought I used it for the Shadow's eyes because it'd be a really cool evil color to use.

9) That was the point. ;)

-Platypus 71 (guest reviewer): Thanks! I'm glad to have a new reader on board with us! :D

Well, hope you enjoyed this re-posted chapter! TheCartoonFanatic01 is out. PEACE!