Hi there! Here's an update for y'all. Sorry it's kinda short, but it's still important. XD
Review responses:
Phineas A: Not to worry! There's plenty of Perfeneas in this chapter. And while Isealia will not appear for a while, rest assured I have not forgotten about her.
Dreadwing 216: Thank you! I will. :)
Red A: Doofenshmirtz isn't really a good guy or a bad guy. He's a nuetral guy, I guess, just like the one from the show. He's evil, but he's nice to Perfeneas and Cansummace because (in this story anyway) he engineered them.
Enjoy!
Doofenshmirtz, followed by Perfeneas, stood outside Cansummace's door. "Alright," Doof started, "It's about time you learn what I have been teaching your brother. Come, come."
The girl's face lit up. "I am coming like you requested!" She announced.
The children followed Doofenshmirtz into the lab, where Ferb and his team were found scattered about. Some of the boys waved. "So, as you know, us three are going to be leaving in a couple days." Doofenshmirtz put a hand on his failed experiment's shoulder, addressing the children. "Cansummace here wants to do something with you before we go. You got any plans?"
The boys all exchanged glances. "Usually Perfeneas comes up with them," stated Baljeet, "Based on the events of the time period before his inspiration."
Once again, Perfeneas became the center of attention as all eyes landed on him. "There is not yet enough stimuli provided by this situation to decide what to do today," he admitted. "One cannot simply summon creativity."
"Well, that's true," Cansummace said defeatedly, turning back towards her room. She was stopped by Ferb, who cut her off and handed her a wrench and some supplies. "What's this for?" She asked, watching as the boy handed his comrades various parts. He gave Perferneas a blueprint.
The younger redhead, recognizing from experience Ferb's instruction to announce the plan, cheerfully complied. "These are the blueprints for an invisibility device," he declared, "Imagine the fun we could have if we built one!" His smile never disappeared. "I will teach Cansummace how to do so properly, as she has expressed desire for me to in the past."
"Awesome!" Cansummace yipped, ready to begin.
Done, Ferb thought, drilling the final screw into place. He stood back to admire the continued quality of the group's work. The machine was similar to any other one of their inventions, looking not unlike a large laser beam. Doofenshmirtz, who was always ready to take credit for the machines, was watching from a distance. His pride in having an assembly of workers doing the dirty work for him was evident in the look of satisfaction held smugly on his face. Whenever Ferb's team left and the machine they built was still there, he would often attempt to use it for Tri-State conquest as long as Perfeneas was not around. It was always destroyed by the platypus, though, and Doofenshmirtz could never figure out how...
Next to him was Cansummace who, after a few minutes of participating in the antics of her brother and their friends, quickly found the ordeal to be displeasing and felt as though some kind of punishment was in order.
Ferb felt the miniature version of the ray in his back pocket. No one had seen him make it, and no one was going to see him use it. One by one, the children stepped under the influence of the larger invention and basically had a field day - playing pranks on the visible spectators, holding competitions in hide-and-seek and Marco Polo - until the time came for the boys' return home. Some of them chose to become visible again via the invention, while others decided to wait for the effects to wear off. Still, a roll call was taken to make sure they were all there.
"Balthazar?"
"Here!"
"Django?"
"I'm here!"
"Buford?"
"He is giving me a wedgie," Baljeet explained, seemingly suspended in midair by his underpants.
"Ferb?"
"I am here."
"That should be everyone," Irving surmised. "Bye, guys!" He and the other children left, and Perfeneas and Cansummace were dismissed to their respective rooms to do something productive.
"Perfect!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz exclaimed, ignoring the nagging sense of literacy that had come to form around that word in his head. "Now, I will use this ingenious machine to sneak into City Hall, steal the papers proving Roger's mayorship, and then instate myself in his position! It's foolproof."
His plan in its crudest stages roughly established, Doofenshmirtz stalked over to the machine and tried to activate it; for reasons unbeknownst to Doofenshmirtz, it would not function properly - or at all, for that matter. "Hm, that's not right," the evil scientist observed. Perry, holding the unplugged cord, in the corner of the room, snickered to himself. "Maybe I should tell those guys to come back. Have Perfeneas and Ferb take a look at-"
"I am here."
"What?" Doofenshmirtz turned towards the sound, but it did not continue. "That sounded a whole lot like Ferb's voice..." He said to himself, considering the possibility that he was finally losing it.
"I am here."
"Oh, I knew I wasn't crazy!" The scientist celebrated. "So, you've chosen to stay here and assist me in my evil plan? You, my boy, have chosen wisely. Now, Ferb, come here and fix the mach-"
"I am here."
Doofenshmirtz blinked. "Yes, you've established that," he said, starting to lose patience. "Come turn yourself visible and help me please?"
A period of silence answered him.
"Listen, I know you don't talk a lot, but you can at least stop ignoring me."
Nothing happened.
"Ferb! Are you going to help me or not?"
"I am here."
"Yes, I know that!" Doofenshmirtz approached the source of the voice. "Don't make me come there and find you, Ferb!"
"I am here."
"Aaarrgghhh!" The doctor cried in annoyance. Lanky hands raked down his frustrated face. "Wait," he realized, "Hold on a sec. Why does your voice sound exactly the same every time, Ferb?"
"I am here."
Doofenshmirtz winced and thought for a while. "Let me try something. Ferb."
"I am here."
"Ferb."
"I am here."
The evil scientist moved ever closer to the voice, which seemed to be coming from the couch. "Ferb."
"I am here."
Finally, the doctor swept at the space on the sofa, expecting to feel the boy on it. Surprisingly, he only grasped air. "Alright, where are you, Ferb?"
"I am here."
Doofenshmirtz looked underneath the piece of furniture, finding a small, metal, jewelry box-sized contraption on the ground. Speakers decorated the sides, and on the top, a little screen was stationed above a microphone. "Ferb," Doofenshmirtz said into the mic.
"I am here," the speakers repeated in Ferb's unmistakable British accent.
"Why, that little-" Doof started comprehending the meaning of the machine's purpose, "Where did he go!?"
Hidden behind the machine, Perry was grinning up a storm at Doofenshmirtz's stupidity. While he had not put the box there, he recognized the OWCA technology and was proud of his coworker. At the same time, however, he was utterly terrified. Where was Ferb?
Flight 203 finally touched down at Jefferson County Airport. Graciela, reluctantly assisted by her huge "father," stepped out of the gate and into the humid air of Danville, USA. "Gah, it's like you can drink the air here," the MOWCA agent complained in reference to the increased level of saturation in it. Her companion did not understand, so she fell back into Spanish. "Well, we're off the plane now, so you're no use to me. 'Course, I would erase your memory of meeting me, but MOWCA prides themselves on using only the least cliché methods known to modern secret agenting. Then again, what's more cliché than an OC turning into the main antagonist? Can't take that chance..." The rest of her speech turned to muttering.
"May I interrupt?" The man asked sheepishly.
"Apparently."
"Well, I just want to say, I'm more of an extra with a speaking role than a legitimate OC."
"It doesn't matter. I can't have you compromising my cover, and you're definitely not following me around." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "You know what? Fine, I'll let you go. Most of the people here don't understand you anyway."
"Oh, thank you miss. I swear on my badge I won't breathe a word about this to anyone."
Graciela stopped. "Your badge?"
"Yes, yes," the man opened up his wallet and showed her his certification. "I am meeting another police officer here in the States to investigate a case down at the border."
"So, you work for the government, too."
He smiled. "Yes, that's right."
Graciela deadpanned. "Why didn't you stinking say so?" She asked, relieved. "In that case, good day, officer."
"And to you as well, miss," the man dismissed. The two saluted each other and went on their ways.
I can't believe that guy, Graciela thought. Thank goodness I'm not actually related to him.