Chapter 6

"Faster, faster!" Grimer cheered as the elevator gained speed. Reginald and Phineas's backs were touching the corners of the elevator. Their teeth were chattering because of the speed.

"Grandpa." Phineas said to him. "This elevator is going so fast; I sound like Perry."

"It isn't because you're missing him?" Reginald questioned.

"No...I mean yes, I can't wait to see him, Ferb, and the rest of the family, but that's not why my teeth are chattering. It's because of the speed; we're going too fast!" Reginald nodded.

"I agree lad, this elevator is going way to fast!" He then looked at Grimer. "Can you slow this down old bean? This elevator is going too fast, I'm old; I just can't take this anymore. We must slow down or I'm going to hurl."

"No can do!" Grimer told them. They looked at him.

"What?" Reginald asked. "You must be bluffing."

"Sorry no I'm not. This baby has to go faster; if it doesn't, we can't get through."

"Through what?" Phineas wanted to know.

"You'll see." Grimer promised him. Reginald looked up, and noticed they were headed towards the factory's ceiling with great speed. He gasped.

"Blimy!" He looked at the Pokemon. "You don't mean…?"

"Uh-huh!" Grimer explained, nodding. "Up and out! I have been dying to press that button. Not die dying, but you know what I mean; I was psyched" Reginald looked up, then at Grimer again.

"But this elevator is made of glass!" Reginald said in a panic. "This elevator'll break and shatter into a million pieces!"

"It might!" Grimer agreed. "But the glass is pretty thick."

"This is another test, right, Grimer?" Phineas asked. "To see if my grandpa and I are really and truly worthy."

"Nope!" The Pokemon shook his head. "This is the real deal, my friends."

"You mean we're going to die?" Reginald wanted to know. "Oh wait, the author said that there're be no deaths in this story; my bad!"

"We might!" Grimer said. The two looked at him. "This might be the only exception. I can't guarantee what'll happen next; I never pressed that button before in my entire life. We might die, we might not; we'll soon see." Phineas and Reginald looked up as they went closer and closer! They protected their heads.

"My life is flashing before my eyes!" Reginald said to no one in particular. "I never thought it'll end like this; never going to England, my sweet, loving wife, son and his wife, his family, or my other grandson, Ferb, ever again!"

"Goodbye Ferb!" Phineas said. "Goodbye Perry, Candace, Mom, Dad, and everybody! I'll miss you all, especially sweet and innocent Isabella." Grimer looked at him in a 'you DO love her!' look. Phineas looked back at him, looking at his expression. "I'm just saying I'll miss getting her cupcakes from her and her troop is all." Grimer gave another look 'sure you were!' Phineas just shrugged, and contined to protect his head.

"Here we go everybody!" Grimer yelled out with excitement. "This is so exciting, isn't it?" Phineas and Reginald screamed, and waited for it to be all over. Grimer laughed insanely like a lunatic.

CRASH! The elevator broke through the roof with great force, causing wood and tiles to fall off and sail above their heads.

"I love you Grandpa!" Phineas shouted, hugging tightly to his grandpa.

"I love you too, my boy." Reginald added. Both hugging tight, waiting.

"Why are you two hugging like it's the end of the world?" The Pokemon wanted to know, looking at them.

"Because it is!" Reginald replied. "Life is over Grimer; we're dead because of your craziness." Grimer looked confused.

"What're you talking about? We're not dead; we're in heaven! Well, not the heaven that you're thinking of. We're free! Just look around; you never felt more alive!" Phineas and Reginald opened their eyes, and looked around. Grimer was right, everything was fine; they were perfectly safe inside of the elevator.

"Incredible!" Reginald observed. Phineas quickly released his relative, and went to explore. Reginald did the same.

"Wow!" Phineas said breath taken; looking out a window. "Grimer's right Grandpa; we are alive! Look at all the beauty that surrounds us!" Reginald looked; his grandson was right. The world below was truly breathtaking; a sight to see!

"See?" Grimer said. "The tour guide is right; he knows what he's doing. If not, he wouldn't have invited you all to come, now would he?"

"I suppose not." Phineas agreed, still looking down below. "You did the right thing." Grimer smiled.

They then saw the other cartoons coming out of the factory.

"Oh, let's see the other cartoons, shall we?" Grimer asked. "Well, cartoons and anime! I got to be more specific. I should know; I'm one of them, an anime, not a cartoon; just to make sure we're all on the same page."

"Oh, we are." Phineas told him. "Now let's see the others, and see how they took it."

"Let's!" So then the elevator went closer to all the other cartoons (and anime).

First, Kirby and Tiff was seen. Tiff was walking while taking Kirby along by the hand, who was licking his new chocolate coated skin all over. Tiff noticed this.

"Ew Kirby!" She told him. "That's revotely disgusting! You're hopping in the tub right away when we get home to the castle, mister, no matter what the King says. That is utterly repulsive, yuck! How can you live with yourself?"

"Poyo!" Kirby answered, licking his lips. He went back to licking himself. Tiff sighed.

""Forget what I said. Let's just get you cleaned up in a healthy bath, okay?"

"Poyo!" They then were gone.

Next walked up Nermal and Jon. Nermal's fur was all mussed up and gross looking. The kitty didn't look amused.

"Well," Jon told the cat. "You deserved it, Nermal. You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat, and they're right I suppose; you were dying to get out of there I bet." Nermal looked at him, irritated.

"Shut up, Jon!" He hissed. But without his collar, all that Jon could hear was mad mews. Jon laughed to himself.

"I like that!" He said. "Without your collar on, I don't have to listen to you. Life is good!" Nermal sighed.

"Garfield was right." He said. "I should've gone to Abu Dhabi instead. This day was the pits." He sighed again as he continued walking with Jon under the sunset.

Next was Wendy and Bowser, Bowser was about to blow up the factory with TNT. The two koopas were covered with garbage from head to tail! Wendy was on a lawn chair, reading a magazine. She was wearing shades and sipping from a glass of lemonade once in a while. Her father managed the TNT box.

"Make a fool out of my daughter will you?" Bowser said to no one. "Well I'm about to make her happy by blowing up this entire factory; how do you like that?" He laughed evilly. Wendy put down her lemonade glass, put down her magazine, took off her shades, stood up, and came up to him.

"After we blow up this entire factory," She explained. "We shall have our revenge, and be stinkin' rich! We'll clean ourselves up from this awful filth, I'll become empress of America, and ALL will bow down to moi!" She laughed evilly with her father, and then stopped to look at him. "Daddy, what does TNT stand for?" Bowser shrugged.

"How should I know? I don't go to school! Now, let's blow this baby up!" The koopas laughed. "In 23, 45, 93, 3, 2,…" He was about to push the lever, when Perry skidded by in agent form. A wooden clothespin was clamped onto his bill due to the garbage and the foul smells.

"Oh great!" Bowser said sarcastically. "The beaver-duck thingy is here! We're kind of busy here so can you run along, and fight your own nemesis or something? We're trying to blow up something here so just run along and…" The platypus then picked up the wire to the TNT, and bit it in two. Bowser screamed, and backed away, looking terrified when Perry came closer to him.

"Hey man!" Bowser said afraid. "It's cool; I don't want any trouble." He fell to the ground. "Just take my money; all of it!" He reached into his invisible pockets, and realized he was broke, and didn't have any pockets. He grinned up nervously at the semi-aquatic mammal.

"Oh shucks! I don't have any money on me." He stood up, laughing weakly. Perry just looked at him. "Too sad for you! Well there's only one thing for me to do, RUN!" And just like that, the Koopa turned around, and ran beneath the sunset. "MOMMYYYYY!" Perry sighed meekly, too easy.

"Wimp!" Wendy called after her retreating father. She then turned to the platypus. "Meanwhile, I know how to take care of you beaver-duck, whatever you are! I'm not running away like my coward daddy did. You're all mine!" She went closer; Perry backed away. He then pulled out some plastic milk- white slippers from behind. Wendy stopped, and admired the slippers.

"Ooh slippers!" She cried. "I can't destroy you in these dingy things; I must have them!" She went foreword, Perry, looking serious, lunged and kicked the Koopa out cold.

The platypus then ran for his helicopter, quickly tied the slippers to a rope on the helicopter's landing skids, and ran in and got buckled. He then flew it up in the air, the slippers dangling from the rope below.

Wendy got up and shook off the debris. She then noticed the retreating helicopter flying away; her precious slippers dangling below.

"Wait!" She cried running after her beloved footwear. "My slippers; I must have! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" They ran beneath the setting sun.

When Phineas saw the platypus in the helicopter; he couldn't believe his eyes! He rubbed them, and looked again. This time, he saw nothing but clouds and sky.

"That's queer." He observed and looked at Grimer and his grandfather. "I could've sworn it was Perry steering that helicopter in a fedora."

"You did?" Reginald asked.

"Yeah gramps, I did. Like our pet was a secret agent or something." Reginald just looked at him like he was out of his mind.

"How odd."

"Yeah!" Grimer laughed nervously. They looked at him.

"Agent?" He wanted to know. "Better yet, secret agent! That's crazy! He's a platypus! You're always saying that they don't do much. I think all the excitement is getting in your eyes kid, making you go coo-coo in the head."

"Yeah." The boy agreed, looking out. "All of this excitement is making me seeing things. My pet isn't a secret agent defending our country; that's just crazy! I'm going way over my head on that one." Grimer laughed nervously again.

"Yeah kid," He told him. "Waaayyyyyy over your head!" They all continued looking out.

Next, it was Timmy and Wanda they saw coming out. Wanda was fine, but Timmy was outstretched; very tall again like the time where he wished he was on that basketball team; the Ball Hogs.

"You know Wanda," Timmy spoke, turning to his angry god mom. "You could've just poofed me bigger instead of all those pikmin stretching me out like that. Wanda stopped, realizing he was right. She slapped her hand to her face.

"Shoot!" She said. "I forgot!" She looked at her wand, and continued onward.

"You know, you could do it right now. Make me my normal size again and all."

"Nope! I think Cosmo and Poof should see, and learn what too much TV can do to you."

"Aw, come on Wanda! TV can't make you stretch! That was them, not TV's fault. Come on Wanda, Wanda? Wanda!" They left then.

"Guess he learned the hard way." Grimer observed. Phineas and Reginald looked at him in question. "Be careful what you wish for; you just might get it."

"Yeah!" Phineas agreed. "He certainly got his wish, to be on TV." Grimer laughed, and petted Phineas head. Next, he imitated his grandpa; trying his best on an English accent.

"Right-o you are my boy!" He said. "Right-o you are!" They then laughed. Reginald looked as if he was insulted, but smiled, and laughed along. They looked out at the scenery again when done.

"Phineas?" Grimer questioned. The boy turned to face him.

"Yeah?" He wanted to know. "What is it Grimer?"

"Did you like how today went? Do you like the factory?"

"Oh yeah! The factory was awesome; today was the best day ever!"

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course; this place was the bomb!"

"You truly, truly, positively, absolutely, mean that?"

"Yes!"

"Do you real…"

"Don't turn into SpongeBob. Of course I love this place! I love everything about it. In fact; I wish this place was all mine!"

"Good to hear! You're getting the factory!" Phineas and Reginald just looked at him, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Really?" Phineas asked.

"Yeah; the factory is all yours kid! You and your entire family! And I'm not making this up, congrats kid, power to ya!" They looked at him like he totally lost it.

"So, you're giving this entire factory to little Phineas; a kid?!"

"Yep!"

"But, why? There must be a reason behind all of this."

"There is. I hate to admit it, but I'm getting old for this place. I need someone to run things when I'm gone."

"Is that why you gave out the golden tickets?" Phineas wanted to know. Grimer nodded.

"You bet! I wanted someone, but not just anyone. I wanted a youth! Adults will only run it their way, not mine. I want a kid; a sane, honest, loving, true to himself kid." The pokemon turned to the boy. "And that's you Phineas. I invited five young cartoons, and whoever I like the best gets my entire factory." Phineas blinked, trying to absorb this all in.

"So I get the entire factory?"

"Yes! Yes you do; no joke! Deadly serious on this one!" The boy then beamed.

"Sweeetttttttt! Wait until Ferb hears about this!"

"Yes, it is sweet. And speaking of Ferb, where is your house? We must inform the entire family at once if they're coming along.

Phineas looked out again, and scanned the entire area. He then noticed his house. AHA! He turned to Grimer, and pointed to it.

"There!"

"Okay, let's fly this baby over!" The elevator flew closer and closer to Phinea's house.

Outside in the Flynn-Fletcher backyard, Stacy and Candace were talking about how they plan their first day as sophomores (Mostly about how Candace was going to impress Jeremy). The barbeque was out.

Suddenly, CRASH! The elevator crashed into the house. The teenagers looked up; Candace screamed at the now gaping hole in the house's side. They could now see the living room where the rest of the family and the kids' friends were watching TV. They were enjoying Lawrence's BBQ hamburgers. Buford was playing with his GameMax. They all looked outside except Buford at the gaping hole, their mouths hanging open.

"Well, here we are!" Grimer said. They hopped off the elevator. Linda went to see what the commotion was.

"Candace?" She asked. "What was that? Is everything alright out here?"

"Mom!" Phineas ran to hug her. Linda did the same to her son.

"Welcome home, son." She said. "Did you and Grandpa Reginald have a great time?"

"Oh yeah Mom!" He replied. "Grandpa and I had a terrific time!"

"That's wonderful dear." Phineas then released his Mom and went beside Grimer.

"Mom, guys! Guess what?" Grimer said that I…" Candace looked at the elevator and screamed, interrupting her brother. She looked at him, hands on hips. She was scowling.

"Phineas!" She snapped. She pointed at their transportation. "Did you build that?"

"No." The boy admitted.

"Ha! I knew it; you are sooo busted mister!" She looked at their mom. "Mom, Phineas and Ferb…"

"Candace!" Her mom scolded. "It's not nice to interrupt…"

"But Mom…"

"Sorry Candace!" Phineas told her. "But my brother and I didn't build this. Heck, he wasn't even with me when I saw this baby! Grimer built this thing." His sister looked at the blob. Grimer waved, and smiled at her. Candace didn't look amused.

"Man, I acted like a total idiot just now, didn't I?"

"Yes!" Grimer told her. "Yes you did!" Ferb came by his stepbrother then.

"Ferb!" Phineas said. "So, what have you been doing while I was gone?"

"Nothing much." Ferb told him. "Just watched a Labor Day marathon of The IT Squad on the telly while father cooked for us."

"Superb! Anyways, you guys will never guess what we won. Go on, tell them Grandpa." All eyes landed on Reginald.

"Well Phineas here, just won the entire factory for us." He told them. Everyone just looked shocked, except Buford, who just played his game.

"Really?" Linda finally spoke. "That's great dear."

"Yeah!" Phineas agreed. "So now we don't need the house; we can live in the factory!" The cartoons just looked at him (except Buford).

"Well come on people!" Grimer said, motioning them all to the elevator. "Into the elevator! We don't have all day, let's move!" Everybody hesitated, all went in.

Phineas was about to go in when he heard his name being called. He looked, it was Isabella.

"Phineas!" Isabella cried. "Welcome home." She stopped.

"Isabella!" Phineas said. "Boy, have I missed ya!" Isabella squealed in delight, hardly controlling herself.

"You have?"

"Well yeah. I couldn't live without…" Isabella could hardy wait for what he was going to say next. They were interrupted by Buford.

"Die, die!" He shouted. They looked at him. He looked back.

"Oh, sorry." He told them. "I was just playing my Zombie Killer game is all. Carry on!" He went on the elevator. Phineas and Isabella looked at each other again.

"You were saying Phineas?" Isabella asked. "You couldn't live without what?"

"Well, as I was saying," He said. "I can't live without…" Isabella couldn't wait any longer; the suspense was killing her.

"your cupcakes!" He finished. Isabella gaped, felt her heart shattering. "I mean, they're the best in the world! Who wouldn't want one? Here, I got this for you from the factory." He gave her his extra grimestopper from his pocket, and put it in her hand. "There. Enjoy, see you on the elevator Isabella!" He left her then, and went on. Isabella looked sad. Grimer noticed this, and came by her side.

"There, there missy." He soothed. "One of these days, he'll see the real you. He'll see that you have feelings towards him." Isabella looked hopeful.

"Really?" She asked. "You really think so?"

"Sure I do; you just wait and see little missy." He then winked at her, smiling. Isabella gave one last squeal, and then the two boarded the elevator.

When everybody was on, the pokemon pressed a button. The door closed, and off they went, back into the factory. A man walked by, and it zoomed above him. He looked at the big gaping hole.

"Is anybody going to fix that?" He wondered out loud.

"Baljeet." Phineas told him. Baljeet looked at him. "You're going to manage the candy counting, right?" Baljeet pulled out his calculator.

"Yes sir!" He said with a salute. "After all, Math is my passion; you know that."

"Super. Just count on Baljeet, the Math geek." Baljeet stood proudly.

Perry went to a corner of the crowded elevator. When the coast was clear, he turned on his wristwatch. A screen came up with a keyboard. He then sighed. Now came the hard part. He typed on the small keyboard. He wanted to inform Major Monogram that he was now living in the factory; and his hideouts had to be moved. When he was done he pressed 'send'.

Immediately, a message came back. He looked at it. It read, 'Dear Agent P, Thanks for informing us about the switch. Your hideouts will be moved right away to the factory and Doof will still be your nemesis. Sincerely, MM.' Perry sighed with relief, and shut it off. He then looked around.

"Well Phineas," Grimer told hm. "Tomorrow you start running the factory. Your family will run it when you are at school. How do you feel?"

"Terrific!" He replied. "I can't wait to get started!"

"Awesome! Now do me a favor, and take care of the pikmin, will you?"

"Will do!" The boy then did something unexpected; he hugged him. Linda gasped. Phineas was getting his shirt all gooey and slimy, and stinky.

"Phineas!" She scolded. "Your clothes!"

"It's alright Mom." Phineas reassured her, still hugging the blob. "I have plenty more shirts where that came from."

"He's right you know." Grimer told her. "Cartoons have a tendency to wear their same clothes everyday, except only for special occasions." Linda sighed, realizing he had a point.

"Thanks for everything Grimer." Phineas told him. "Today was the best Labor Day ever!" Grimer hugged him back.

"No." Grimer said. "Thank you! You made my day the best day; you should be proud." Phineas smiled at that.

From that moment on Phineas mainly ran the factory, and his family ran it while he and Ferb were at school. Perry hid in his new factory hideouts, going to his HQ everyday when he was needed

Everybody was happy; but no one felt happier then Phineas Flynn. For he was the luckiest boy in the whole, entire cartoon universe, and he knew it.

Grimer: There is no life I know

Phineas: To compare with pure imagination! Anything you want to, do it.

Grimer: There's nothing to it!

Phineas and Grimer: Living there, you'll be free. If you truly wish to beeeeeeee!