( A/N: This whole part is about Ferb. To make up for a crappy short chapter, you get a whole chunk of Ferb, and a bit of a nearly killed 3 year old.)
Ferb had been taking a midnight walk when a tiny, 3 year old girl ran up to him, her arms flailing.
" Pwease help me..."
Ferb nodded.
"My name ish Scarlette, and dis guy taked my fwiend. He taked me too, and my baby bwother. I don't know what to do nows. He lets me go, but I has nowhere to go."
Ferb was about to say something when she screamed and ran away.
Ferb then whirled around to see a man.
Something was stuffed over his face, possibly a sack, and he felt himself being shoved into a car.

When Ferb woke up, he wasn't sure where he was.
He clearly wasn't in Danville anymore, heck, he wasn't sure if he was in the Tri-State Area anymore.
After wandering around in complete wilderness for a while, he found out he was in some sort of forest.
Looking up at the sky, and judging by the sun, it must have been around noon.
For the fact that his stomach growled, and the fact that he felt paticuarily weak, he decided to search for food.
Something fell on his head. Looking up, he noticed a squirrel dropping nuts out of a tree.
' Why would a squirrel do that?" Ferb shook the thought off, as it still didn't make sense.
Then he noticed some berries, they looked like raspberries.
Ferb had never been exactly fond of raspberries, but at least they weren't poisionous.
It had been enough to give him enough energy to look for a way out.

Scarlette had dashed out under the man's legs at the last second, dodging the bullet. She made a run for it.
But... how to escape?
She noticed some water going into a small tunnel, big enough for her to fit in.
So she slid herself, easily sliding into the tunnel.
Thankfully, there wasn't much water, but enough to where it carried her along.
When Scarlette came out, she noticed she wasn't too far from the city.
She noticed a green-haired boy, with an oddly shaped head.
Forgetting the oddness of his head, she ran to him, squealing for help.
But seeing the very same man who nearly killed her, she ran screaming for her life.
That night, she fell asleep under a tree, hoping that he was okay.

About what felt like an hour or nine later, Ferb realized he must have gone in a circle or such, he came back to the same crazed squirrel, who was now dropping rocks from a bird's nest.
Why would a bird have rocks in his nest anyway?
Ferb gave up, deciding he would try again tomorrow.
He built a small fire, ate some random fish he stole from a bear, and fell asleep, feeling slightly proud of himself for surrviving.

(Another note from the clueless author: No.. I didn't kill a 3 year old. I'm not evil, im a teenage, part Italian girl who is in bed with a laptop.)