A/N: Hey, everyone! Welcome back to the fic! I hope I didn't keep you all waiting long enough. If you've been following my profile updates, then you'll know I got myself into a tight pickle with a skin infection, but it's been mostly cleared out now. This gives me the time to refine this chapter that I've had lying around in my documents for some time.

Alright, on with the long-awaited chapter! ENJOY!

P.S.: Due to the ever-worsening situation regarding the coronavirus outbreak, I'm going to have to remind you all about the basic steps you should take if you want to stay healthy, courtesy of my university's reminder emails:

-Wash hands often with soap and water for 20-30 seconds at a time, and/or use hand sanitizer
-Avoid close contact with people who are sick
-Keep your hands away from nose, eyes, and mouth (I can't imagine how difficult this part is probably going to be)
-Eat well, get adequate rest, and exercise regularly
-Get a flu shot if you haven't already and are able to

And if you ARE sick (I hope you get better if you are), please be a good sport and save other folks the trouble of getting sick. You can do this by:

-Covering your mouth and nose with your sleeve, elbow, or a tissue whenever you sneeze or cough
-Not sharing food and drinks with others
-Avoiding touching your mouth, nose, and eyes (Again, I understand this is probably going to be difficult)
-Avoiding close contact with others
-Cleaning and disinfecting surfaces and objects
-Staying at home if you're unwell (PRIORITY NUMBER ONE!)
-Staying calm and keeping yourself well-informed (My personal advice)

If you already know this, then great! If you didn't know any of this beforehand, please keep that information in mind as we all go through this trying time. It's a realm of unknowns at this point, and I wish myself and all of humanity well.

Major Francis Monogram tapped his foot impatiently, occasionally checking his watch for the time. He was standing on a stage set up on a field that was right in front of the Danville OWCA headquarters. Many OWCA agents and superiors were seated in chairs situated in front of said stage, some sleeping, others looking bored and impatient. Not only were these agents and superiors from the OWCA's Danville-based division, but from other divisions located all over the country. Each and every attendant had come many miles to witness as one of the organization's best agents received the Honorary OWCA Award, only to be met with nothing but a platypus-less stage and time that consumed itself.

Finally, after many hours of waiting, an elderly man stamped his foot angrily, catching everyone's attention. The man stood up and walked right onto the stage, the many awards and badges decorating his suit being thrown into full relief of the evening sunlight. Monogram gulped, for he was about to get berated by General Henry Garrett, the OWCA's founder. Though the past decades have aged this tough soldier, time obviously didn't have any effect on his stern, intimidating posture and his voice, which was mostly a bark.

"MONOGRAM!" barked Garrett. "I flew halfway across the country from D.C. expecting a ceremony of full honors and an early platypus! But it's been hours and it's obvious that I'm not getting either! WHERE'S YOUR AGENT?"

"I don't know, General!" Monogram replied, stuttering and trembling. "Agent P would never miss an important occasion such as this! I'll try contacting him!"

"Make it snappy! My 5:00 dinner with the Secretary of Defense is dawning, and there's no way I'm missing it!"

"Uh, sir?" called a young woman, no doubt Garrett's intern. "It's 5:36!"

"DAMN IT!" Garrett glanced angrily at Monogram, whose usual stern personality has become dwindled. "THERE HAD BETTER BE A GOOD REASON YOUR AGENT'S LATE, MONOGRAM! OR IT'S BACK TO THE ACADEMY FOR YOU!"

Monogram gulped; he despised his time at the Academy. He quickly whipped out an advanced cell phone and dialed a number. Looking at the screen, the major gulped when he was greeted with a crackling static. He then dialed another number and watched as the face of his intern Carl Karl filled the screen.

"CARL!" Monogram chided. "Where in the world is Agent P?"

"Sir, I'm standing in front of you, did you know that?"

Monogram looked up and, indeed, saw Carl standing a few feet away from him, manning a computer.

"And don't worry, sir," replied Carl. "I'm tracking Agent P down as we speak."

Monogram and Garrett gathered around the intern, examining the computer screen as Carl typed away.

"Okay," Carl continued, "approximately three hours ago, Agent P activated his ETS at 2308 Maple Drive. By the way, ETS is the OWCA's acronym for-"

"Emergency Tracking Signal, we know," Monogram and Garrett finished simultaneously.

"Okay. Wait a minute, that's odd. Two minutes later, the ETS signal went offline. And the last known address where the signal was located was at...the Danville Arena."

"Great googly-moogly, that's on the other side of Danville!" Monogram exclaimed. "Either Agent P somehow became capable of jumping great heights, or-"

"-He's been teleported," finished Carl. "And I smell the work of Doofenshmirtz..."

"Hey, that's my line! Never steal my line, Carl!"

"Sorry, sir."

"At least there was a good reason your agent's missing, Monogram," Garrett said before facing the OWCA audience. "Agents and superiors, I have an urgent announcement! The star of the ceremony, Perry the Platypus, has presumably been abducted and his last known whereabouts were at the Danville Arena! I want the best agents to get over there and start investigating! The moment you spot him, it's a top priority that he is brought back safe and sound!"

"So, wait a minute," Ferb said, looking at Perry, "YOU'RE a secret agent?" Perry nodded. "And we found out before, but had our minds erased by the end of the day?" Perry nodded again, to which Ferb blinked a few times before saying, "Okay, let me get this straight: strange things are happening lately. We've all been abducted. All of the inventions made by me and Phineas during the entire summer are in bad hands. A lot of pharmacists turn out to be villains. Phineas somehow became evil. And to top it all: YOU'RE A SECRET AGENT?"

Perry nodded again, to which Buford replied, "Well, it was obvious in retrospect." He paused for a moment. "...Why do I get the feeling I've said that before?..."

The captives had been imprisoned in a series of cages situated in the large basement of the Danville Arena, with several LOVEMUFFIN members keeping watch.

"I can't believe this," Linda moaned. "My own son turned against me. My own son..."

"Shhhhh, it's okay, honey," replied Lawrence, cradling his second wife. "Everything's gonna be okay. Phineas is probably suffering from a serious case of DID."

"What's DID?" asked Julia from her cage. (A/N: Remember, the unnamed blonde Fireside Girl who might or might not have a crush on Phineas!)

"A psychiatric diagnosis," Baljeet explained from his cage, "which is defined as the presence of two or more distinct identities or personalities that recurrently take control of behavior, associated with memory loss that goes beyond the normal state of forgetting."

"Uh-huh..." Julia was obviously confused.

"It's where a person has two or more personalities," elucidated Ferb.

"Ohhhhh..."

"Yeah, couldn't have said it better myself..." mumbled Baljeet before spotting Isabella, who was still weeping as she shared his own cage. "What's wrong, Isabella?"

"I can't believe Phineas punched me," Isabella replied, sniffling. "Of all people, it HAD to be Phineas!"

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay." Baljeet placed a hand on her shoulder. "He's probably mentally messed-up, that's all. I wouldn't be surprised; Candace shows a lot of mental dysfunction too-"

"HEY!" Candace screamed from her and her family's cage, but Baljeet ignored the teenage girl.

"-But it'll be okay. We'll find a way to get Phineas back to normal, I promise."

"Promise?" asked Isabella, looking up at Baljeet hopefully.

"Promise."

Isabella flashed a small smile that made Baljeet's heart flutter. "Thanks, Baljeet."

"No problem," replied Baljeet. He then sat beside Isabella as the two watched the guards converse. Little did both know that Ginger, who was in a neighboring cage, watched them jealously...

"NEVER!" Adyson screamed once again. For the hundred-something time, the Shadow had asked her to be his queen as she was tied onto a chair. Sitting beside her were Django and the Doofenshmirtzes, all of them also tied to their own chairs as Doofenshmirtz, Rodney, and Cravenblack watched.

"Wow, you're a tough one," replied the Shadow calmly. "Quite the perfect quality for a perfect queen..."

"I TOLD YOU! I'LL NEVER BECOME YOUR QUEEN! EVER!"

"Okay, so you don't wanna become my queen. But I can probably help change your mind..."

"Hey, leave her alone!" Django snarled defensively.

"Don't think I'm done with you, Brown." The Shadow approached Django, smiling grimly. "I still think you should become my advisor. After all, it was a good idea, suggesting that weak Phineas to climb into the rocket and shoot up into the sky, only to get hit by that random green laser!"

"So, that laser was behind this," thought Django.

"Can we take a break, Shadow?" Doofenshmirtz asked. "I'm hungry for some bratwurst..."

"Really, Doofenshmirtz? REALLY?" replied the Shadow furiously. "I am trying to convince these brats to join our side, and once again, you ruin the mood by asking to go out on a BRATWURST BREAK? ARE YOU KIDDING ME, DOOFENSHMIRTZ?"

"No," squeaked Doofenshmirtz in a voice that made Rodney chuckle. "I'll just eat bratwurst later..."

"Good. Now, where was I?...Oh, yeah!" He turned to the Doofenshmirtzes. "And how about you? You should join our side! After all, your father slash ex-husband slash brother slash son is there! Treat him with the respect he deserves..."

"NEVER!" exclaimed Vanessa.

"Don't resist the temptation of joining-"

"I AM! AND YOU BETTER COUNT YOUR HOURS AS THEY TICK AWAY, BECAUSE SOMEONE'S GONNA STOP YOU!"

"Oh, yeah? WHO exactly is gonna stop me?"

A dog suddenly barked, and everyone turned around to see Pinky the Chihuahua leading a squad of OWCA agents into the Danville Arena central stage.

Original A/N: And the cavalry comes in! BOOYAH! Sorry if this was a short chapter, though. I wanted to be quick because I had a tight schedule.

And as you can see, I sorta renamed the story. You'll see why eventually. ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) :O

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

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Black Queen of Darkness [Me too! And hopefully!]

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

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WHOO-HOO! Candace is on a break!

New A/N: Well, that ends that chapter! Once again, it definitely doesn't look like my greatest work in hindsight. Ah well, it's just like what I said earlier: I'm just re-posting this for completion's sake. It's also nice going down memory lane and reevaluating some of the decisions I made during my early years as a fanfiction writer.

Also, it's actually pretty interesting that I brought dissociative identity disorder (DID) into this as the heroes' first rational explanation behind Phineas's behavior. I didn't remember actually doing that until I actually started going through this in my documents. I think the reason I included it was because a reviewer suggested it and I took their advice on a random whim. This whole DID angle is pretty interesting and unique for this review, even though it'd be totally out of place for a show like P&F.

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

-Gamelover41592: Thanks! But could you be a lot more specific in your next review? What exactly did you like about the chapter? What did you not like? Do you have any questions or observations that you might want to share with me? Please don't just say the chapter was nice, because it doesn't help me figure out if there's anything I have to improve in my writing. Sorry.

Only one review for this chapter? Well, I guess it's better than getting no reviews at all, which has happened for this fic. I totally understand.

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