I do not own 'the hunger games', 'Phineas and Ferb', 'Steven Universe', 'Adventure time', 'Gravity Falls', 'Randy Cunningham: ninth grade ninja', Star Vs, 'OK KO, let's be heroes', 'Big Hero 6', or anything related.

Wacko poured himself a drink.

"You know, I'm actually running out of different ways to distinguish each of you with my drinks, so I'm pouring a bottle of pondwater and place a worm, both from your district, raise my glass and say 'farewell, Connie Maheswaran'."

And drank it. He poured himself another drink and place in a worm which he held up at the screen.

"And farewell, Steven Universe."

He drank it.

"HIC!"

"You're just drinking pondwater, how are you hiccupping?" Felus, appearing on a screen, asked.

"Sorry."

Wacko beat his chest.

"Reflex."

The bubble that Phineas and Ferb were in burst.

"If the bubble burst that can only mean…"

Phineas trailed off.

"Hopefully they took the Yadda Yadda Juice before the zombies got them."

They then heard the zombies coming after them. They were back near the centre of the arena.

"The Cornucopia is our only hope, let's go!"

Phineas and Ferb ran towards it. Hearing yelling, Finn emerged from the woods followed by the zombies.

They all managed to get on, but Finn grabbed Ferb. Phineas readied his slingshot with a rock he picked up earlier.

"Go on, shoot," Finn dared, "And we'd both go down and you'll win."

Finn was right. If he tried to hit him, he'd just take Ferb with him.

"Go on! I'm dead anyway! I always was, right? Isn't that what they want, huh?"

For a moment, Phineas saw that Finn was just a kid like them. Like the rest of them.

"No. I can still do this. I can still do this. One more kill. It's the only thing I know how to do. Bring pride to my district. Not that it matters."

Ferb tapped Finn's hand. Phineas shot at it. Finn clutched his hand before Ferb knocked him off the cornucopia. The zombies surrounded him.

"Finn!"

"Grappling Hook!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Ninja Slice!"

"Blorpf!"

""Nothing, nothing! It wasn't me! Rad! RAD!"

"HIYA!"

"Narwhal blast!"

"Woman up!"

"No, no! Please don't kill me! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"

"No, get away! Get away, no! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Finn screamed as the zombies attacked him. Readying his slingshot, Phineas saw a clearing and fired the yadda yadda berry into Finn's mouth.

BOOM.

At once the zombies dispersed, revealing Finn's stoned form, frozen as he tried to fight off the zombies.

Wacko poured himself a drink.

"This – comes from the pond that's nearby your tree house. And this-"

He picked up a worm.

"Is a worm that comes from that human island."

He dropped it into the glass, his hand shaking as he raised it to the screen.

"Farewell, Finn the human."

He struggled to drink the contents completely.

"Bleah. I haven't felt this bloated since the 50th. Of course this wouldn't be a problem if everyone had died at their allotted times with their allotted amount of screen time! Oh well."

He looked at a wine rack. There were two unopened bottles. One labelled 'Phineas'. The other 'Ferb'.

"Hopefully I'll still have room for one of those."

Phineas and Ferb got off the cornucopia to take a closer look.

"Finn seemed to have survived intact."

Then Phineas caught a glance at his mangled right arm.

"Well, mostly. But that's it. WE DID IT! WE WON THE GAMES! WE CAN GO HOME, BOTH OF US!"

Laughing, the two brothers hugged each other, jumping up and down. Phineas sighed.

"If only the price wasn't so high. Mabel and Dipper. Steven and Connie. And the others."

"But we're through now. We can go home."

"Um, yes, about that."

Phineas and Ferb were alerted to Felus' voice.

"We've gone through the rules again, and unfortunately they don't allow anyone but one person to win. So the previous amendment that allowed two tributes from the same District to win has been revoked. Happy Hungry Games. And may the odds be ever in your favour."

Phineas looked furious. He turned to Ferb.

"When you think about it," He said, "It's not that shocking. Watch two brothers go through all these obstacles together only to fight each other in a showdown."

Sure enough, the capital denizens watching were cheering them on.

"Yeah! Phineas, kill Ferb!"

"Yeah! Ferb, kill Phineas!"

"I can't believe I was ready to not oppress anyone anymore!"

"No. I would rather be unalive than to unalive you."

"Same here."

Phineas took out a bottle. Ferb did the same. They walked towards each other.

"Well then."

They toasted.

"Cheers."

The Control room watched what was happening.

"Are they trying to force us to make them both tributes, thinking that the games need a victor?" Felus wondered out loud.

Wacko watched what was happening from his throne room.

"They actually think we need a victor. How cute."

And they drank it. Wacko paused the action.

"Oo, you know, this is actually the perfect time to play Mozart's requiem! I knew it would come in handy. Now then, just need to rewind back a few minutes just before Steven and Connie got Yadda yaddaed, and press "play"."

Wacko rewatched the last moments of the games with mozart's requiem playing in the background.

"Sir, there's something you need to see," One of the operators in the Control Room said to Felus.

"Are you certain?"

Felus rarely lost his cool, but when he did…

"ARE YOU CERTAIN?"

He hooked the front of his uniform so that they were face to face.

"Yes, Sir? There's no question."

"Felus dropped the operator."

"Oh no."

Phineas and Ferb drank the bottles containing Yadda Yadda juice. They turned to stone.

Everyone watching looked on in shock.

"YES! YES!" Wacko jumped up as Mozart's requiem finished, "BEST HUNGRY GAMES EVER! Oh this is the happiest moment of my why didn't the canons go off?"

There was silence in the Control Room.

"Do you think he noticed?" One of the operators said to the other, "Maybe he didn't notice!"

Felus covered his face.

"This is someone whose favourite hobby aside from watching heroic characters fight to the death is to pick at flaws, OF COURSE HE NOTICED! He probably realised after listening to Mozart's requiem to the final moments of the game-"

The phone rang. Everyone looked at the phone, before looking at Felus. Gulping, he picked it up.

"Um. Hello?"

"Felus? Where's the boom?"

"Sir?"

"There was supposed to be an earth-shattering BOOM. There should have been two BOOMS, so why was there no BOOM?"

"Well, Sir, you see we were about to, but then we noticed something in the arena and you see…"

The screens showed the different stoned forms of Rad, Star, Marco, Steven, Connie, Finn, Phineas and Ferb. None of which had crumbled to dust.

"THEY'RE STILL ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE?"

"From what we understand, Sir, it seems that they are all essentially in some kind of stasis."

"Stasis? STASIS? HOW? How can they be in stasis? I thought you modified the Yadda Yadda berry so that it was fatal?"

"I'm as shocked as you are, Sir. I don't know what happened. Even a drop of Yadda Yadda juice should have been enough to turn them into dust with a matter of minutes."

"But then how? How could they have made the yadda yadda juice- wait. What happened in that bubble?"

He rewinded the games back to the moment where Phineas told everyone his plan while in Steven's bubble, and zoomed in so that he could hear their conversation.

"Connie, here's a hypothetical situation. What would happen if everyone in a Hungry Games was incapacitated?"

"Incapacitated? You mean like they broke their leg or something?" Steven asked.

"No. I mean what would happen if everyone was very much alive, but they were in a coma or something?"

Connie considered this.

"I guess if that ever happened, then the current games would end."

"And they would all be alive?"

"Wait, wouldn't the Capital just send a disaster or mutts to take out all but one?" Steven suggested.

"No," replied Connie, "I don't think so. It's true that tributes die in disasters caused by the gamemakers, but they are only there to make the games interesting. The whole purpose of the games is that tributes from the district ultimately kill each other, not the Capital. But Phineas, there's nothing in the Arena that would cause that, everything is designed to be deadly."

"Designed to be deadly, yes. But what if there was a way to make a weapon less deadly?"

"What are you talking about?"

"This."

Phineas held up the Yadda Yadda berry.

"What if there was a way to make the yadda yadda berry, rather than turn you to dust, only turn you to stone temporarily?"

"Is that even possible?"

"Maybe. Think of the nightshade berry."

"Of course!" Said Connie, "Nightshade, although deadly in large quantities, is less so if you've had just a few, but can cause comas."

"Exactly! So if we can just distil the juice of these Yadda Yadda berries, then we can create a less poisonous concoction."

"But Phineas, we're in the middle of a forest. I mean it's not like we actually have on hand a chemistry set that we can so to – actually-"

Connie noticed the perplexed looks Phineas and Ferb were giving her, as if what she was saying wasn't impossible at all. She sighed, accepting that Phineas and Ferb can just do the impossible.

"But how can you be so sure that the yadda yadda berry can only potentially turn people into stone temporarily?"

"I've been thinking about what Marco said, after Go-Go crumbled into dust. About how it seemed the capital made modifications to the berry. It got me thinking that it's not supposed to do that, that they've just made it more potent."

"So that's your plan? Essentially put everyone in stasis with a distilled version of the yadda yadda juice? But Phineas if your plan is to essentially put everyone in a coma, then there's no telling when we could wake up! It could be hours, but it could be days! Weeks! Months! Decades even! Chances are we may never wake up!"

"I know, but it's the only way. The only way to save everybody."

"You really want to save the career pack? After what they did to the others? What they did to Mabel?"

"Connie!" Steven chided.

"Sorry Steven. It's not that I want to kill anyone, I just want to know why you want to save them."

"I don't want to – to - to unalive anyone. Do you?"

He asked the others. They all shook their heads.

"But after we yadda yadda the careers, what happens then?" Steven asked, "What happens when it's just the four of us?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"But there's something else. What happens when the last two come from the same district? Won't the capital expect the two to kill everyone else who is turned to stone."

"I don't think that will be an issue."

"What do you mean?"

"This whole generous "two tributes can go home if they're from the same district" thing that came out of nowhere. Does it strike anyone as out of character for the capital?"

"What do you mean?" Steven asked.

"To be honest," Said Connie, "I've been wondering about that. About their reasoning for why introducing that rule in the first place."

"But even if there were just two left who came from the same district, what's stopping the Capital from changing the rule again?" Phineas asked.

"What, you're suggesting that even if there were only two left from the same district that they'll just change their minds and revoke the amended rule and what I am I saying, of course they would do that!" Connie realised.

"But that seems so…shifty," Steven pointed out.

"And it's exactly in character with the Capital. And we all fell for it. Well apart from you, Phineas."

"No. I wanted to believe it."

"But how are we supposed to make this less potent yadda yadda juice without the Capital knowing?" Connie asked, knowing full well that if the Capital knew what they were planning they would prevent it from happening.

"Steven," Phineas asked, "You said that back in your district 6, they don't monitor the bathrooms."

"yeah?" Steven confirmed.

"Do you think that would apply here?"

"THE BATHROOM?" Wacko exclaimed.

He forwarded the games, to the point where Phineas went into the bathroom. Now looking in, he saw him making his distilled yadda yadda concoction with his makeshift chemistry set, with Ferb continuing it when he went in. They even injected it in a couple of yadda yadda berry skins after extracting the juice.

"But how? How would he have even known about nightshade (Which I've only just realised was the inspiration for nightlocke)? I mean unless District 1 had some version of film theory that wasn't accessible by the internet, you'd have to be an expert on plants and which are edible-"

Wacko's pupils shrank.

"No."

He realised that Phineas was indeed an expert on edible plants, a section he failed him on despite getting every question right.

He should have seen the signs before, how Phineas became suddenly eager to be ok with killing the other careers with the yadda yadda berries despite being so against the idea of killing after having an epiphany moment when examining the berry-

"Yes, thank you for that, Narrator! I would appreciate it that you not make those thoughts public to everyone!"

Oh, sorry. Would you protest then if I talk about how you try to find a way out of Phineas' plan?

"..Yes. I'll allow that."

He tried to think of a way around it, a loop hole in Phineas' plan. But he couldn't find it. Phineas was right. With everyone incapacitated, there was no way to continue with the games. The game makers could send some form of disaster to take out all but one of the tributes, but it would defeat the purpose of the games. It would be different if they were still active, or if they had would become unpetrified in a couple of days or so, but there was no knowing when the effects of the yadda yadda juice would wear off. There was no way getting around it. The 74th games were over. Phineas had thwarted him.

"But that means…that means….he completely subverted my perfect lose- lose scenario."

He dropped his glass onto the floor where it smashed.

Felus was concerned over the silence on his master's end of the phone.

"Um, Sir, are you ok? Sir? Sir?"

He heard a roar of fury followed by what sounded like an explosion.