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Original A/N: My God, look at how long I haven't updated! I hope no one's lost hope and bailed out on me... Well, I apologize for not updating in some time, but I had just started yet another story. I'd love to recommend it to you all, but I don't know if any of you are familiar with "The Simpsons"...
Now, I'd like to get things back on track! Onto Chapter 26, shall we?
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ENJOY!
Chapter 26 Summary: Forgetting what happened during the past week, Doofenshmirtz decides to build a Remember-Inator, but winds up finding a secret ability of the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator. Meanwhile, the Flynn-Fletchers receive a shocking visit.
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
Doofenshmirtz opened his eyes and stared at the tiled, well-cleaned ceiling of his bedroom. Standing up, he looked at his clock aimlessly before scratching his head. He could've sworn he did something during the past week, but the evil scientist can't remember a thing. Just like that one time he couldn't remember what he did a day ago. It was quite strange for this to happen again indeed.
"Hmm... I wonder if I should build a Remember-Inator..." mused Doofenshmirtz, stepping out of his bedroom and into the main laboratory.
"Good morning, sir!" Norm suddenly greeted, stepping out of his own bedroom. Doofenshmirtz yelped, momentarily startled, before staring angrily at his robotic servant.
"NORM!" he roared. "Don't scare me while I'm thinking!"
"What're thinking about, sir?"
"I-" began Doofenshmirtz, but then, his face hardened in concentration as he delved into his mind. "I...I really don't know. I just have this strange feeling I did something really important last week, but I don't remember a thing. This is the second time this happened..."
"Do you wanna build a Remember-Inator, sir?"
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Norm, go get my toolbox! We're gonna start building!"
"Yes, sir!" Norm turned to leave, but then he stopped and faced his creator. "By the way, what do you want me to do with that?"
Norm pointed at a corner, and Doofenshmirtz followed the direction of the metallic finger to find that he was pointing at the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator, sitting there in a rather lonely position, shrouded in the corner's shadow. The scientist raised an eyebrow at the sight; he specifically remembered the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator being short-circuited and useless by Perry when he attempted to use it to turn the platypus agent evil. And Doofenshmirtz definitely remembered not bothering to rebuild it.
"What the hippopotamus?" Doofenshmirtz cried. "Norm, did I rebuild the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator?"
"There's nothing in my memory bank that suggests such an event occurring, sir," replied Norm. Doofenshmirtz's eyes widened in confusion. If he didn't rebuild the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator, then who did?
"Change of plans, Norm. Let's bring the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator to the middle of my lab. We're gonna examine it."
"Yes, sir!" And then, Norm turned his hands into grappling-hook launchers, which he fired at the Inator. The hooks lodged themselves into the contraption, and Norm pulled it to the middle of the main laboratory. The robot then retracted the hooks and turned the launchers back into his hands. Doofenshmirtz watched the entire scene with awe.
"Wow. I really need to read your instruction manual sometime."
"Yes, yes you do. ...Why do I get the feeling that we said this before?"
"Enough of this, Norm. Let's examine it! If I didn't rebuild the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator, then we must see what kind of modifications there are. That way we can find out who rebuilt this!"
"You can find out the one who rebuilt the Inator just by looking at the modifications?" Norm asked, puzzled.
"Every evil scientist has his own inventing style," explained Doofenshmirtz. "For example, I add self-destruct buttons on my Inators. If another evil scientist finds a self-destruct button on the Inator, he can type up those aspects onto the Worldwide Evildoer Database, or W.E.D., and it'll trim the list down until said scientist finds certain villains that put self-destruct buttons on their contraptions, including me! So, if we find a peculiar aspect of design on this Inator, then we can type it into the W.E.D. and find a list of potential scientists who built this!"
"Wow. For a villain who keeps being thwarted on a daily basis, you sure know your material."
"Why, thank you Norm." Doofenshmirtz's eyes then narrowed angrily. "HEY! I do not get thwarted on a daily basis! Those were all just phased withdrawals!"
"Uh-huh..."
Doofenshmirtz groaned before examining the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator.
"Hmmmm..." he said. "This entire design looks practically identical to my way of making the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator. Norm, are you sure you can't remember me rebuilding this?"
"No, sir. Either it didn't happen or I was zapped by an Amnesia-Inator or something."
"And we all know that the latter definitely didn't happen..." Suddenly, Doofenshmirtz instinctively sensed something being lacked on the Inator; he searched around. Finally, he said, "Wait a minute, there's no self-destruct button!"
"Is that helpful, sir?"
"No, we need more info! We need to keep searching! Why aren't you helping, Norm?"
"I wasn't programmed to remember your style of inventing, sir."
Doofenshmirtz groaned and replied, "Well, just keep me entertained then!"
"Okay, sir!" Norm pressed a button on his shoulder, and his mouth transformed into a loudspeaker, which began singing a song. "My mother's love was always inexplicably linked to kickball, and my brother was an ex-"
Doofenshmirtz roared, "NO! NOT THAT! ANYTHING ABOUT THAT, NORM! IT BRINGS BACK MEMORIES!"
"Sorry, sir." Norm then began singing another song. "Back in class, Evil 101... I always had so much fun... Though the one who advised me... Openly despise-"
"NOT THAT EITHER, NORM!"
"Sorry, sir." With that, Norm switched to a different song. "Back in Gimmelshtump, I always had to keep it real, 'cause when you grow up in Gimmelshtump, your childhood is less than i-"
"You know what, Norm?" Doofenshmirtz cried, standing up. "Just stay quiet, all right?"
"But didn't you want any entertainment, sir?"
"Then scratch that order!" Doofenshmirtz flailed his arms as he cried out, and one of his gangly fingers accidentally hit a green switch and activated it. The scientist looked at the switch curiously, as a humming sound flowed from the Inator. "Hmm... I don't remember installing that switch..." He then spotted a post-it taped beside the switch, and it appeared to read something.
"'Flick switch on in case of emergency'?" read Doofenshmirtz, puzzled. He then noticed the humming sound and stepped away from the Inator, as did Norm. The two watched as a green light shined itself from the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator...
Phineas opened his eyes to the sound of Perry's chatter and smiled at his pet platypus, while Ferb sat up on his bed.
"Good morning, Perry," he said. "You know, I don't care if we are unable to remember what happened during the past week. As long as we have you, then life is perfect!"
Phineas didn't notice as Perry smiled at this compliment. Instead, he picked up the platypus and followed Ferb into the bathroom, where they brushed their teeth and gave Perry a bath. After they were done, Ferb carried Perry out of the room, followed by Phineas, and the trio went downstairs where they found Candace talking away on her cell phone in the living room and Linda and Lawrence at the kitchen.
"Morning, Mom," greeted Phineas, entering the kitchen with Ferb and Perry. "Morning, Dad."
"Good morning, boys," Lawrence replied. "How was yesterday?"
"I really don't know. I don't remember a thing about yesterday, or even the past week. Ferb, do you remember?"
Ferb shook his head, as silently as ever. Linda and Lawrence looked at their sons, shocked.
"That's weird," said Linda. "We don't remember what happened during the past week either."
"Candace doesn't either," Lawrence added, scratching his forehead. "We asked her."
"Well, that's odd..." Phineas noted, walking out of the kitchen, followed by Ferb. "Maybe if we can invent something that'll help restore lost memories..." Phineas eyes brightened, a brilliant idea forming in his mind. "Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today!"
"Oh, no you don't!" said Candace, who happened to be nearby. "There is NO way I am gonna let you build something and then get the Mysterious Force to make it disappear! It's a good thing Mom's here; that way I'll bust you before she can leave home and start the pattern again! MOM! MOM! MOM!"
"Yes, honey?" Linda asked, entering the room.
"Phineas and Ferb are planning to make a machine that restores memories!"
"Why that's lovely, dear!" replied Linda, obviously not believing Candace. "When you two boys are done, can you let me and your dad become the first test subjects?"
"Sure thing, Mom!" Phineas said, turning to Ferb. "Come on, Ferb! Let's start building!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Candace ranted. "And Mom can watch! Come on, Mom, come on, COME ON!"
"Okay..." And with that, Linda followed a frantic Candace into the backyard. Phineas looked at Ferb and the two stepbrothers shrugged at one another before he noticed something.
"Hey, where's Perry?"
Perry had snuck away while Phineas was talking to his parents and jumped into an air vent, not bearing witness to Phineas and Ferb's plan to create a machine that restores memories. Immediately feeling himself falling, the platypus professionally braced himself as he landed on a convertible sized specifically for him. Activating the engine, he drove the car around a corner and stopped. Stepping out of the car, he approached an elevator and pressed the 'Down' button. The elevator doors slid open, revealing a trembling Pinky.
"Hi, Perry!" he barked.
"Hi, Pinky," chattered Perry in reply as he stepped into the elevator. The doors closed themselves, and both agents felt the platform descend. As it continued, Pinky spoke again.
"So, how's things at your host family's home?" he asked.
"It's good. No one in the family remembers a thing. How about Isabella? What's up with her?"
"She doesn't remember anything either. Her Fireside Girl friends also don't seem to display any behavior that suggests they remember something."
"That's good," Perry replied glumly. Even though he accepted the fact that it was for the best for his owners to not remember, it still didn't suit the agent right. He felt torn. Pinky noticed his friend's behavior and placed a paw on Perry's shoulder.
"It's okay, Perry," he barked comfortingly. "It'll get better; it always has. I mean, it did after the day of the 2nd Dimension."
"Let's hope so," Perry chattered blankly. Just then, the elevator doors slid open, revealing Perry's base. The two agents tipped their fedora hats at one another before Perry ran out of the elevator and into his base.
Seating himself on the red chair, Perry watched as the face of Monogram filled the screen. The platypus involuntarily clenched his fist; he remembered how rude Monogram was, especially when it came to erasing Doofenshmirtz's memories. But, he eased his temper, remembering his O.W.C.A. training, and listened as the major spoke.
"Good morning, Agent P," he greeted. "I hope you're adjusting well to the aftermath of seeing your owners' memories being erased for the second time."
"Yeah," chattered Perry sarcastically. "I'm livin' the dream."
Fortunately, Monogram couldn't understand the agent, as usual. Instead, he continued, giving Perry his latest mission. "Our spies have seen a green light emanate from Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated. While we don't know what exactly is going on in there, we have a feeling that it isn't all that good. I want you to fly over to DEI and investigate at once. Monogram out."
Perry immediately hopped out of his seat and jumped into his hover-jet, switching on the engine and flying out of his base. Monogram watched the entire scene unfold, wide-mouthed.
"Carl," he said, "did Agent P just leave without saluting me?"
"I think you better give him a break, sir," the intern replied. "Agent P's still adjusting, remember? Besides, I'm confident that was unintentional."
Little did Carl or Monogram know that this failure to salute was completely intentional.
Lawrence watched as Candace half-dragged Linda into the backyard and chuckled slightly at his stepdaughter's antics. Then, he watched Phineas and Ferb enter the backyard, carrying a toolbox, and the man chuckled heartily. He knew the two boys were going to invent something; unlike Linda, he saw several of his sons' amazing contraptions. Lawrence decided to let things proceed, knowing that Linda didn't see what Phineas and Ferb were capable of and deserved to know.
Before he can begin washing the dishes, Lawrence heard the ringing of the doorbell reverberate through the house. Raising an eyebrow, the British man walked towards the front door.
"Odd," he thought. "We weren't expecting any visitors..."
Unlocking the door, Lawrence slowly opened it and examined the three people standing at the doorstep. One was a man around Linda's age, who sported dirty-blond hair and was wearing aged, somewhat dusty clothes. Another was a teenager with brown hair; he was wearing a light blue shirt and brown shorts. Finally, there was a young girl, whose brown eyes looked up at Lawrence with such intense cuteness that it could rival Isabella's; she was wearing a brown shirt and blue jeans.
"Hello," greeted the man, "does Linda Flynn live here?"
"Yes, yes she does," Lawrence replied curiously. "Why?"
"I need to see her," the man said. "It's kinda urgent."
"Um, oookkkaaayyy... Wait here for a sec..." Lawrence immediately walked away and soon entered the backyard, where he found Phineas and Ferb unpacking their toolbox and Linda and Candace sitting on two chairs, watching the boys. Linda was wearing an expression of curiosity, while Candace looked eager with a tint of near-insanity.
"Uh, honey?"
"Yes, Lawrence," Linda replied, looking away from Phineas and Ferb.
"Can you come to the front door? There are people here to see you."
"Uh, okay?"
"WHAT? NO!" screeched Candace. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE, MOM! YOU HAVE TO SEE WHAT PHINEAS AND FERB DO EVERY DAY! IF YOU LEAVE, THE MYSTERIOUS FORCE WILL TAKE AWAY WHATEVER CONTRAPTION THEY PLAN ON MAKING! NO, MOM! DON'T LEAVE!"
"Candace, relax," said Linda. "I'm only a few feet away from the boys. I doubt I'm gonna missing anything."
Before Candace can protest further, Linda had already stood up and left for the front door. Phineas, Ferb, and Candace watched as their parents entered the house.
"Well, that was weird," Phineas said. "Ah well. Let's get this show on the road, shall we?"
"But, but, but, but, but..." babbled Candace stupidly.
Linda had reached the front door, and the moment she saw the visitors, her mouth dropped open at the sight of the adult.
"F-Fr-Frank?" Linda asked in shock. Frank gasped upon seeing Linda.
"Linda!" he greeted. "Oh my God, it's so good to see you again! It's been a while!"
"Yeah, like seven years..."
"Uh, I don't mean to ruin this moment," interjected Lawrence, "but, Linda? How d'you know this man?"
"Oh, sorry Lawrence." Linda pointed at Frank and the children. "This is Frank Flynn and his children Wallace and Jamie."
"Uuuuuhhhhh... Flynn?" Lawrence asked.
"Yeah. Look Lawrence, I didn't tell you this, because it would remind me of painful memories. But now that you know that we know each other, I guess it's time to tell the truth. Frank is Phillip's brother, and my brother-in-law."
Isabella watched from her bedroom window as the RV pulled up beside the sidewalk adjacent to the Flynn-Fletcher house. She watched curiously as the vehicle's occupants, a man and two children, stepped out and walked up to the front door of the house. Examining the adult, the ten-year-old girl found that he bore a striking resemblance to someone, but she can't recall exactly who.
Wanting to find out what's going on, Isabella immediately traveled downstairs and approached the front door, just as someone knocked on the door nine times in a specific, rhythmic pattern. Knowing that it was one of her Fireside Girls, Isabella opened the door to see Katie. However, she noticed that her friend was in casual wear of a green shirt with a blue skirt.
"Hi, Katie," greeted Isabella. "Whatcha-"
"Sorry, Izzie," Katie interrupted, "but no time for that! I need you to come with me to the Fireside Girls clubhouse immediately! I'll explain everything over there!"
"Sure. But first, I need to see what kind of visitors Phineas and Ferb are dealing with..." Isabella prepared to cross the street, towards 2308 Maple Drive, but Katie stopped her.
"Don't worry about them, Izzie. Those guys are friends, I know it."
"And how do you know, Katie?"
"I'll explain it all at the clubhouse. Just come with me, quick!"
Isabella was confused with her friend. "What's with the rush, Katie?"
"JUST COME ON!"
And with that, Katie was half-dragging Isabella away.
Original A/N: So we've just found Frank, Wallace, and Jamie's connection to the Flynn-Fletcher family. Now why didn't we see them on the show in the first place? Well, their OCs, duh. But other than that!
Plus, what's up with Katie? Looks like we're gonna have to find out later...
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Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter! TheCartoonFanatic01 is out. PEACE!
New A/N: And here's the continuation of the Frank arc! Man, I forgot a lot about this part of the fic. It looks like I made Phineas and Ferb a little genre-savvy by having them invent a machine that restores memories and reverses the effects of amnesia. Oh, if only, if only Dan and Swampy made them that self-aware in canon...
Also, obviously Doofenshmirtz needs to rethink his entire catalogue of songs. Especially those about him, specifically. XD
And also, what's up with Katie? Why is she behaving so strangely? Stay tuned!
-PhinabellaForLife22:
1) Yes, I know it's been a while. Sorry about that again.
2) Ironic, huh? I guess me deleting this story the first time around was my version of the Amnesia-Inator. Go figure. XP
3) No offense taken. In hindsight, I can see how unnecessary and redundant these chapters were. I should have taken a different route to this story a few chapters ago, a different route that would've resulted in a different, quicker ending. But alas, you can't change the past, only reflect on it.
-Gamelover41592: Yes, as we all can tell, there's more to come with this story. ;D
-Epsilon Tarantula:
1) Yeah, I don't blame you for your hatred towards these last few chapters. I'm still beating myself up over these.
2) Hey, go for it! Whatever helps satiate your curiosity and desire to see David's character arc go down a path you deem to be desirable.
3) Well, back then, I wasn't all that sure how to write animal conversations without dialogue. Even now, I still don't know how to pull that off.
4) ...Oh. I'm sorry you haven't been liking this entire story that much.
-Agent P (guest reviewer):
1) Man, calm down there. Breathe. No need to twist yourself into a pretzel over this. :P
2) If you don't know a lot about writing, then let me impart you with this advice: read your favorite book(s), memorize the author's writing style, and apply it to your own writing. The "Harry Potter" books helped me in this regard.
3) Well, the first time this happened, Perry felt it was for the best. However, I've always interpreted his smile as more of a bittersweet one, since there was still a lot of memories to cherish from that adventure. And because he's been forced to relive the amnesia debacle all over again, he's also forced to face his dual loyalties head on. That's why Perry's more bitter than sweet over this new series of events.
-Air Crafter:
1) Oh, I wonder...
2) You'll see in the next chapter.
Well, hope you enjoyed this somewhat late chapter! TheCartoonFanatic01 is out. PEACE!
