Due to some weird thing with my computer and the site, I was unable to read any of my reviews for a little bit. But now that I've finally gotten that settled, I've read everything, and I must say...I wasn't expecting this amount of great responses. Then again, I never do. Thank you to everyone who's read the story and taken the time to review. I hope that these next few chapters will not let you down.

DISCLAIMER: Everything in this story related to P&F is owned by the people at P&F. Not PB&J, not S&P, P&F.

Chapter 5 – The Move

Perry had been trying for the better part of an hour to free himself of the spring trap that Dr. Doofenshmirtz had set up for him. Actually, he tried for about five minutes and knew that he could easily escape from it; he wanted to see just how much headway Doof could make before he had to intervene.

With a final heave, Doof managed to get the Inator into firing position. He brought a dishtowel to his head, wiping his brow with it. "Man, I am going to be so fit after this, I won't even need to use it on myself! All of the ladies will love me!"

Perry could only roll his eyes in response.

"Now, Perry the Platypus, tremble in fear as I cause the citizens of the Tri-State Area to re-'coil' in fear! Hehe, that was pretty good, if I do say so myself. It's a good thing I took those Pun classes, wouldn't you sAAAHH!"

Perry took this moment to leap out of his spring trap and clock Doof in the face, causing him to reel back.

"Perry the Platypus, how did you escape from your trap?"

The monotreme picked up the coil and smushed it, showing Doof how wide it could be made. There was more than enough room for Perry to just jump out.

"Ahh, so that's how! I guess if it was a simple trap to get in, it was a simple trap to get out! I should really take that into consideration next time I-" Another punch to the face cut him off, slamming him into the Inator...

And careening it over the side of the balcony.

"What? Noooooo! It took me all day to move it over here, and now it's moving a larger distance than what I did. Granted mine was horizontal distance and this is vertical distance but I'm getting lost in the details." He wheeled on Perry, who was making his way out of the front door. "You get back here, Perry the Platypus, and pay for what you've-"

Little did he notice the second step he took was on the very spring Perry had been trapped in. It squeezed under his foot and then sprung up, sending the evil scientist barreling through this air, right at an unsuspecting robot walking through the doorway.

"Look, sir, I fixed my hamster wheel. It is all pristine."

WHAM!

At least it was pristine, before Doof's head got wedged into it.

"Oh dear." Norm would have frowned if he had the capacity to do so. "Now where will Hammy go?"

"I don't have time for your weirdness, Norm," Doof retorted. After a moment, he added, "And curse you, Perry the Platypus!"

"But sir, Perry isn't even here right now."

"I know that, Norm, but it's still kind of my thing to say that. Now can you please help me get my head out of your chest?"

Had his head been out of the current robot, he would have noticed the green flash that had shot out from the Inator, just as it hit the ground.

Phineas closed the last cabinet, having finished his project. It had taken a little bit longer than he had originally thought, but he hoped that Isabella would appreciate it all the better. All of the raw materials had been used, the tools had been put away, and the garage was back at its normal, non-humid temperature.

It was a good thing too, because not only would any more time lost on this project be more suspicious to everyone else, he knew his parents would be home soon, and the car needed to go in the garage.

Phineas opened the door to the backyard, just as the final nail appeared to have been driven into the structure. He was quick to note that Baljeet was making his way down from the air, a parachute deployed on his back.

"You are lucky Ginger gave me this chute, Buford, or else you would have had to explain my obviously serious injuries to my mother!"

Perhaps this wasn't the best time to try to figure out exactly how Baljeet got into the chute.

Phineas walked up to his brother, who was gazing at the blueprint one last time to make sure everything was all right. "Everything OK out here, Bro?"

Ferb only nodded in response, eyes skimming the paper. Phineas could tell that he was still slightly peeved at him for earlier, and an apology was due on his part.

"Ferb," he whispered to his brother, but he held a hand up to the redhead, cutting him off.

"Save it," Ferb hushed back. "I don't want to hear it."

"But Bro-"

"You don't have to explain, Phineas. It was crass of me to yell at you earlier. I should know that you would have a very good reason to go off on your own and not tell any of us. Even if it makes me feel a little uneasy." Ferb glanced at him. "I apologize for my earlier behavior."

"It's not your fault. I was pretty out of character myself. I thought I could just go off and it would be fine. I should be the one apologizing."

"Well then," Ferb quipped, looking up at the finished display, "Let's say that we both apologized and leave it at that."

Phineas smiled. "Sounds good to me." He saw that Baljeet had landed and was being assisted in getting untangled out of his chute by Ginger. "Do...I even want to know?"

"...Probably not."

BEEP BEEP!

"Hey, Mom's home!" Phineas shouted. "I'm going to go see if she needs any help. The delivery guy should be here any minute to take the display out. Keep an eye out for him, OK?"

Ferb nodded again.

"Thanks, Bro. I'll be right back." He headed back inside to meet his mother.

The green-haired boy, in the meantime, garnered the attention of everyone else and began to discuss how they would move the contraption to the inbound truck. Huddled close together, they failed to notice the incoming laser that struck the machine, glowing bright green before dissipating.

"Did you hear something, guys?"

"The only thing I hear, Fanboy, is the sound of your nerdness rubbin' off on me."

"There is a little bit of nerd in all of us, Buford. Even you."

"...Oh don't even joke like that, 'Jeet."

"Hehehehehe."

"Candace," Isabella said, noticing one more person than normal in their huddle, "What are you doing out here?"

The redheaded teen giggled a little more before straightening up. "Mom's going to be out here in a minute, and when she sees this thing, you guys are going to be so-"

BOING!

All of a sudden, the fireworks display jumped off of the ground, the build up tension of the giant spring beneath it vaulting it into the air. Candace sat there, eyes wide open.

"Candace, you were saying?"

"Umm...guys?" She pointed in the direction of the currently airborne machine, and the kids followed her finger to spy it themselves.

"...That is odd." Isabella turned to Ferb, clearly confused. "I didn't know the blueprints came with springs on the bottom."

Ferb opened the blueprint again, Baljeet looking over his shoulder to peer at it. "It does not appear to be included in the plans, Isabella."

The troop leader turned to Gretchen. "Quick, Gret, where is that thing going?"

The second-in-command already had her protractor out, fiddling with the angle arm. "According to its trajectory and velocity, Chief, it looks like it's headed toward...the park."

Everyone stood in stunned silence, both bemused and speechless by the turn of events.

"Well." Ferb's quiet tone cut through the chilly wind. "That certainly simplifies moving it downtown."

In the midst of the park, there was a farmer and his wife bickering with each other about the set-up for the celebration.

"I can't believe you offered to be in charge of the party here, but you didn't make any plans to pick up the fireworks display," the woman yelled. "What did you think, a giant fireworks display was just going to fall out of the sky?"

The man said nothing to her, only checking his watch and counting down. "Three...two...one..."

WHAM!

Phineas and Ferb's giant display came crashing down behind them, the spring that was used to launch it into the air snapping under the velocity. The woman looked at the suprise guest, then back to her husband.

"Should I even be questioning this anymore?"

"No," the man said, smiling to himself, "Not really."

"Uh huh. That's great!" Isabella was busy on the phone with the party coordinator, feigning disbelief that a giant fireworks display would suddenly come out of nowhere. "Yeah, we figured we would get it there early to avoid any sort of confusion."

The crowd of kids giggled at her, barely able to contain their laughter.

"Yes, we'll see you there tonight, Sir. Bye bye." Isabella hung up the phone, shrugging her shoulders. "Oh well, I guess we can't figure these things out. At least the display got there, right?"

Candace could only slap her face in response.

Linda poked her head out of the back door, Phineas trailing behind her. "Candace, didn't you have something to show me?"

The teen sighed loudly. "Never mind. It's not here anymore."

"All right, then, if you say so." She looked at the group of kids in the backyard. "Now, who wants snacks?"

"I do!" The party ran into the open door, ready to enjoy some food before the big party. Candace sauntered in slowly behind them, but not before seeing Phineas staying at the door, staring at where the large machine used to be.

"Do I even want to know what happened?" he asked his sister.

"No, you probably don't." Candace looked down at him, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Did you finish your thing for Isabella?"

"Yeah. Now I just got to figure out what I'm going to say to her."

"Phineas." She got down on her knee, her earlier mood shifting from disappointment to concern. "Don't worry about it. You'll know what to say to her. You're a smart kid; you'll figure it out."

He smiled at her. "Thanks, Candace."

"Not a problem, kiddo." She stood back up, ruffling his hair again. "Now come on. I think we got some food calling our name."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As a reminder, Doof and Perry were never meant to be more than filler for this story. Maybe when I make a somewhat more streamlined story, they'll make up a larger part of it. For now, however, that part will end here.

And now, ladies and gents, is where we get to the meat of the story. This part coming up is the very first thing I thought of when brainstorming it. There will probably be very, very large amounts of fluff and what-have-you in it, so be warned.

Read and review, if you like. See you tomorrow.