"You stole my home?" Doofenshmirtz asked in fury.
"Let's not used such unsophisticated terms. Let's say I 'borrowed' your little building," Rodney said.
"What do you mean borrow? That's not sophisiticated in any way. Besides, my building is way bigger than this dump!" Doofenshmirtz corrected.
"That does not matter. Anyways, I have taken over your building and there is nothing you can do about it. HAH!" he exclaimed before ending the transmission.
When the transmission ended, Doofenshmirtz destoryed the screen which had the transmission.
"Dang it! I will kill that Rodney!"
"But how are we going to get home?" Vanessa asked.
"We still have our hovercraft," Doofenshmirtz exclaimed, Perry looking at him with that 'what are you talking about?' look.
"Oh, fine, it's your hovercraft, but that doesn't matter. Let's go! Team Doofenshmritz away!" causing Perry to look at him with a 'no way we're getting named Team Doofenshmirtz again' look.
"Oh, come on. This time there are two Doofenshmritzs. Two Doofenshmritzs to one Perry or, Organization Without a Cool Acronym member. We win, so it's Team Doofenshmirtz. And I don't want to hear your arguements, so let's get going," he said, pressing a button on the hovercraft.
When the hovercraft started beeping, he said, "Hmn, I hope it doesn't fly up in the sky and blow up."
But exactly what he said happened, the hovercraft flying up and blowing up in the air, causing both Perry and his daughter to glare at him. "What?" he asked.
*chatter* Perry growled.
"Oh, so it's my fault now? Look, it's not so bad. All there is are about fifty robots on the ground," he said, realizing that that was not good.
"Nice going, dad," Vanessa said sarcastically.
"WHy thank you, Vanessa. At least someone is taking something positive out of... Wait, was that sarcastic?"
"What do you think, dad?" she asked.
"Oh dang it! Oh, sorry about that, Perry. I didn't mean to go street on you twice today. It's just that I can't get this sarcasm thing down. ANyways, let's try to get back. Once we're back, we can destroy Rodney. Who's with me?" he asked, both just glaring at him.
"What? I know it will work. Just trust me. Come on, please? Pretty please?"
"You're kidding, right?"
*chatter* putting his semi-aquatic hand in with Doofenshmirtz's reluctantly.
"I guess you're right," putting her hand with the other two. "Team Doofenshmirtz carrry-ho!" she said, the nemesises staring at her.
"What? carry-ho is a phrase, or whatever they call it. Anyways, let's get down before the robots come up here," she said, opening the door to see two robots right outside the door.
Slamming the door on them, she said, "Oh shoot."
"Here," Doofenshmritz said, giving a light saber to his daughter. "Wow, a black one. This is awesome." she exclaimed.
"You guys ready? Vanessa, open that door," Doofenshmirtz exclaimed, his daughter opening the door to off-guard robots that Doofenshmritz, Perry and Vanessa charged at.
Twenty Years in the Future: Inside the Tri-State Area Prison:
"Man, what's with all these robots?" Gerald asked, the group having attacked their way throughout the prison.
"I don't know. Shouldn't you guys know, since you're from the future?" Isabella asked.
"Well, this isn't our future, so we don't really know what has happened in this time period," Harrison answered.
"Anyways, Ferb, how far have we gone so far inside the prison?" Phineas asked.
"We have tresspassed on about 2/5 of the prison, freed four hundred prisoners, while only forty six have made it safetly out of survived from reimprisonment," Ferb analyzed.
"Wow, Ferb, I'm impressed," Isabella complimented, making Phineas steam up a bit. "Is everything okay, Phineas?"
"Yeah, I guess it is," he answered, trying not to look jealous.
"Anyways, let's get going," Gerald interrupted, them all running through the prison. But when passed another corridor, it split into two paths.
"Man, how should we split this up?" Harrison asked, them all thinking for the moment.
But an idea popped up in Phineas' brain, explaining, "Okay, here's the plan," everyone leaning in close. "Harrison, Gerald, you guys take the right corridor, while Ferb, Isabella and I will take the left corridor. Is that okay with you guys?"
"Yeah, it's fine. Anyways, let's go," Gerald said, him and Harrison running through the right corridor and out of sight.
When they had left their sight, Phineas announced, "Okay guys, you ready?" both of them agreeing with him. "Alright, our goal is to find the future Buford Van Stomm and Django Brown. Let's try to get information out of soldiers so we don't have to look through every jail cell," all three of them running through the left corridor.
While Harrison and Gerald were running, they looked around to see a lack of prisoners. "What happened to all the prisoners?" Harrison aksed.
"They've all been executed. Just like you will be by me," a voice behind them exclaimed, slice an axe at them.
"Who are you?" Gerald asked, him and Harrison getting out their weapons, a lance and a double edged lightning sword respectively.
Meanwhile, Phineas, Ferb and Isabella were running through the hall, when suddenly, there was dead end. "What? A dead end? That can't be right," Phineas asked.
"Maybe the other way was the right way," Isabella answered.
"I guess so," Phineas said, running with Isabella out of the hall.
"Uh, I think we should go back to the entrance," Ferb said. But right after he spoke, he heard screeching noises behind him.
*GUSH* was heard across the hall, Phineas and Isabella turning around when they heard the gush. "FERB!" they exclaimed, not seeing him around, running back to where he was.
Meanwhile, at the entrance, the man was running in when he saw a bunch of robot parts broken up. "Man, those kids are crazy," looking around to find the people he needed. "Buford? Django?" the two in the cell looking at him.
"It's you!" the two exclaimed. "How did you get here? Did you come to free us?"
"Yeah, but I need your help. Have you seen little kids that look like the past selves of Phineas, Ferb, Isabella and their children?" the man asked.
"Wait, two of them had red hair, right?" Buford asked.
"Yes, yes they did."
"Okay, we saw them. What do you need for them?" Django asked.
"I need you guys to help me make a time machine so they can go into the past to defeat Rodney and for some of them, get back to their right time."
"Why not make it so we defeat Rodney?" Buford asked.
"First off, if we do, they'll chase us into the future, making it harder for us to achieve our goal," the man started.
"Wait, won't it be the same either way?"
"Well, yes, but also, we need to get them to their time, to change the future so we are not under Rodney's rule. Now do you guys agree?"
"Fine, we'll get to work. But it will take us a few hours at least," Buford agreed.
"Take all the time you need. No robots are going in or out of this prison. I'm going to go search for the little children," the man said, Buford and Django beginning to build the time machine while he ran deeper into the prison.
Present Time: Across the Eastern Sea:
Irving and Milly were backed into an alley, unable to defeat the second robot. "I have to say, you have to be pretty strong to defeat my aquaintant over there, but there is no way you can be able to defeat me," the robot exclaimed.
"Yes there is. O-our friends are coming to help us," Milly argued.
"Yeah, they won't lose to you," Irving added.
"I'm sorry, but your friends are too busy with their own affairs, if you want to see them," the robot said, showing screens of what was happening across the city.
"What? H-how could this be?" Milly asked in shock.
"Your friends are powerless. Unable to defeat the full force of this army. I have to commend you for taking out two thirds of it, but you cannot take out our last forces," the robot explained, putting away the screens.
"But now, it appears I have to bid you adieu," the robot exclaimed, raising his weapon up to attack the two. But just as he was going to attack, his weapon was sliced off, along with his arm, falling onto the ground next to Milly and Irving.
"What?" the robot wondered, when he turned around to see a kid with two knives. "Who are you?"
"To show respect, it is you who should introduce yourself first," the kid explained.
"I'm sorry, but you aren't going to get an introduction," the robot exclaimed, infuriated, charging at the kid.
But when the robot was going to attack, the kid had dissapeared, ending up behind him. "I guess I should tell you who I am before you are destoryed," the robot starting to noticed the attack. "I am Django Brown," he announced, the robot breaking apart, turning into scrap metal.
"DJANGO!" Milly exclaimed.
"Who are you again?" Irving asked, getting hit on the head by Milly.
"Sheesh, what's with you? You heard his name five seconds ago and you can't even remember it?" Milly asked.
"Sorry, I don't remember Phineas and Ferb characters who aren't part of the 'main group'," Irving answered.
"Come on, at least remember the guy who saved our lives," Milly yelled.
"Wow, it seems that you've gotten well aquainted with Irving, I see?" Django asked, making Milly infuriated.
"Yeah, like I could be friends with this stalker," hitting Irving on the head. "But thanks, Django. Where are the others?"
"No prob, and Buford is somewhere else while Arik is in another area also," Django answered.
"Who's Arik?" Milly asked.
"Oh, oh. I know him!" Irving yelled out loud.
"How do you know him if I don't even know him?" Milly asked.
"Because, he may not be known in the show, but he's a main character in the fanfic Future Catastrophy," Irving answered, the two staring at him.
"Irving, you need to go to a mental hospital," Milly said to him.
"What did you say?" he yelled.
"Anyways, let's go. We need to find the others," Django said, running with the other two through the streets.
Meanwhile, Jeremy and Baljeet were cut up and almost tired out from battling. "Man, how many robots are there?" Jeremy asked.
"According to my calculations, there is one third of the army left and we are fighting half of the remaining army," Baljeet answered.
"So how many were there to start?" Jeremy asked.
"Well, taking in how many we defeated and multiplying that by two and then adding half of the product, we should get," Baljeet said, taking out a calculator.
"This isn't the time to take out a calculator! We need to fight! Irving said that he was going to get forces, so we need to have faith in him," Jeremy said.
"Oh, he can't get any forces," Baljeet explained. But just as Jeremy was going to ask him something, Baljeet was smacked right in the jaw, landing in a building.
"BALJEET!" Jeremy exclaimed, another robot trying to do the same to him, but just as the robot was going to punch him, the blow was blocked by something.
"You guys are pathetic. Unable to defeat these robots? Let me handle this. You guys just stay behind," the boy explained.
"Who are you?" Jeremy asked.
"Anyways, go take care of shrimpy. I need him to help me with my summer homework, so I can't have him die on me," the boy said, charging with his axe at a robot.
"Buford?" Jeremy asked in surprise, but then went back to Baljeet to help him.
"Hey Jeet, you okay?" Jeremy asked.
"I thought I told you not to call me that!" Baljeet yelled.
"Yeah, you're okay," Jeremy said, the two watching as Buford fought against the remaining robots.
"You may have beaten those weaklings, but there is no way on earth you're going to beat me!" Buford exclaimed, swinging his axe around to destroy a group of robots. "Man, this is fun!"
"What is with him? It's like he's born to fight," Jeremy asked.
"Well, he is a bully, so he has the natural instinct. But also, he has the desire to protect those important to him. He knows just as well as we do that if we lose to Rodney, we may be toast in the future," Baljeet explained.
"HYARgH!" Buford grunted, taking out more robots with his axe swinging technique.
But Buford would be approached by another robot, but this robot looked bigger than all the other ones. "Who are you?"
"I'm the captain of this brigade, Orson," the robot said.
"What? You don't get a letter or a number by your name?" Buford asked.
"Don't underestimate Squad F, the sixth strongest in the Imperial Rodney Army," Orson exclaimed, catching Buford's interest.
"Oh, so you'd be OrsonF?" Buford asked.
"Yes, yes I would," OrsonF answered, charging at Buford. But the robot's attack would be blocked by a blade on the axe. "Finally, I get to face someone who's strong enough to attack me," Buford exclaimed, pushing the robot back with the force of his axe.
"Just try to beat me," the robot exclaimed, taking his saber and shooting bullets of energy at Buford.
"What?" the bully asked, dodging the bullets.
"Each captain has a special ability. Mine is to shoot bullets of energy at my opponents, and that includes those two over there," the robot said, aiming his saber at Jeremy and Baljeet.
But Buford, already charging at the robot when he heard this, was forced to pull a move he never thought he would have to. He charged directly at the OrsonF, taking the blow at point blank range, and slicing multiple body parts off of the robot.
But OrsonF, being a squad leader, was able to reassemble his body parts, but ended up going to the wrong places. His right leg was where his left arm would be, his right arm moved to his left leg, the left arm moved to the right arm and the left leg move to where the right leg would be.
"Wow, never had the reassemlbing go wrong before," the robot said, moving towards Buford, who was about to faint. The blow of the energy was already powerful. But at point blank range, it was catastrophic.
"Damn it," Buford scowled, when suddenly something stabbed the robot from the back.
"What?" the robot asked, slowly losing power.
"And that's how you defeat a robot three against one," Baljeet exclaimed, he and Jeremy being behind the robot.
"No, NO! I can't die. But, I can take someone with me," the robot exclaimed, slamming Buford's head to the ground with his right arm which was where his left leg would be.
"Now, say goodbye to your little friend," the robot yelled, grabbing his saber and pointing it right at his neck.
"Buford!" Jeremy and Baljeet cried, running at the robot.
That's the end of this chapter of Future Catastrophy. I hope you all enjoyed it. I'd like to thank Rachpop15 and Jinxyl for reviewing. But if I haven't thanked you yet, I will put my special thanks in the credits at the end of this story.
Expect Date: I have all day to update, so don't be surprised if I update either today or tomorrow.