A/N: Hey! Soooooo…. You must forgive me… I meant to update sooner- I promise! But I had a little accident and I broke my right wrist so I couldn't type :) Also, in my defense, school has started. Yep. Okay, so sorry about the confusion with the summary… I'll fix it…. In ways that you can't imagine! Mwahahahaha! Thank you soooo much for your awesome reviews! I love getting them so keep 'em coming! XD We are going to go back in time to visit with Isabella, Doofenshmirtz, and Perry! :) Hope you still like it!
Chapter Four: Perry
June 6, 2012
Perry landed with a thump on the ground. However, it didn't hurt him in the least bit. After hearing a loud German groan, Perry knew why. Thankfully, Doofenshmirtz had broken his and Isabella's fall. Isabella got up and looked around, and Perry did the same. Doofenshmirtz only lay on the ground and groaned. Perry rolled his eyes and offered Doofenshmirtz a hand. Doofenshmirtz hesitated before he took it, but he did take it.
"Ah, Drusselstein. I am home! My machine worked, wait a second. Wait a second! My machine actually worked! But, isn't there normally some kind of, well, problem? Hmm, I'll have to look into that!" Doofenshmirtz said, getting more confused the longer he talked.
"Um, Dr. Doofenblatz" Isabella started to say.
"It's Doofenshmirtz." Doofenshmirtz interrupted.
"Right, well I think I found your little problem." Isabella said, worry showing through her voice.
"Well, go on. Don't just leave me on a cliff hanger! Tell me what it is!" Doofenshmirtz replied.
"The portal stayed in Danville, 2012. Right now, we're in Drusselstein, um, is it 1840?" Isabella replied, thinking hard.
"I am not that old! Ugh, you children!" Doofenshmirtz argued back.
"Well, sorry!" Isabella sassily replied.
"Well you don't have to be sassy!" Doofenshmirtz argued.
"I wasn't being sassy! You were the one who was being grumpy with me in the first place!" Isabella snapped back.
"Hey now, little girl! You were the one" Doofenshmirtz started, until he was interrupted by an annoyed chatter from Perry.
"Yes, yes. You're right, Perry the platypus. Now come on, let's go home!" Doofenshmirtz said, obviously a little down.
"What? Who is it?" snapped a heavy set woman wearing an apron and a hair net. She held a broom, but Perry only found her intimidating because of the stern 'mother bear' look on her face.
"Whoa! Whoa, mother. Don't worry, have no worries Mom. It's me!" Doofenshmirtz said, faking a grin and holding his arms out to the side. The woman glared at him and then inquired, "Me who?"
"Me, as in your son Heinz!" Doofenshmirtz replied, waving his arms around.
"No, can't be. Heinz is much younger and is outside being the lawn gnome." The woman, Doof's mother, replied grumpily. Doofenshmirtz huffed.
"Hello! I'm him from the future! Duh! Sheesh, you'd think she'd recognize her own son!" Doofenshmirtz replied, waving his arms more rapidly than before.
"I don't believe you, you smart mouthed, middle aged rat! Now get out of my lawn! Humph." She basically yelled. Then she slammed the door shut.
"Well now I why you're evil." Isabella muttered with attitude. Perry chattered in agreement.
"Yeah, well, you should. Now let's get to that festival!" Doofenshmirtz replied. As he walked away from the door, he said, "It'll all be worth it soon, bro." to a little boy dressed as lawn gnome that looked vaguely like him.
When they arrived at the Doonkleberry festival, Perry was surprised. He thought that this festival would be a sad little rinky- dink version of the Mid-Summer Festival but with Doonkleberries. Instead, it had average fair games, tons of Doonkleberries, and a lot of big people with big beards (and not all of them were men). Perry shivered. He did not want to be left here of all places.
Doofenshmirtz ran up to one of the games. "Hello! I'd like to use the baseball in your hand to knock over those bottles and find dominance over them!" Doofenshmirtz said, followed by an evil laugh.
"One Doondleyar. And say, aren't you a little old to be playing this kind of game?"
Doofenshmirtz snatched the ball out of the man's dry hands and snapped, "No. No, I'm not."
Isabella laughed and said, "What's a Doondleyar?"
"Drusslesteinian money. It's like a U.S. dollar." Doofenshmirtz replied as he threw the baseball and missed epically. Isabella laughed again and Perry smiled.
"Who cares about the stupid stuffed animals anyway? I don't need one! I'm a man!" Doofenshmirtz stated, flexing his wannabe muscles. He walked to a food stand as Isabella trotted along behind him. Perry, however, stayed put. He had to get Isabella back to the Tristate Area before her mother got too worried. At all costs, Perry had to keep her safe.
Doofenshmirtz stomped over to Perry, one hand reached out to grab him, the other holding a bucket of doonkleberries, and scolded, "Perry the platypus, do I need to put you on leash? Are you trying to make me a bad person? Here I am, trying to give you doonkleberries before I leave you here alone with no way to get back and you're trying to get away from me? That hurts, man. That hurts." Perry chattered in annoyance.
"Um, hello! We still have no way back! Ugh, we're stuck here and it's all your fault! Shouldn't you be trying to find a way back to Danville?" Isabella snapped. Doofenshmirtz started to argue, but closed his mouth when Isabella looked at him with such sternness that Perry shuttered.
"Come on, we'll go to the old inventor's house. He can help us out." Doofenshmirtz said, sulking.
"Good." Isabella replied, then she followed Doofenshmirtz down the road.
Doofenshmirtz knocked on an old green shed door.
"Who is it? If it's those Doonkleberry Girls then you should just leave. I don't want any cookies." An old fraile voice said.
"We're not selling cookies! We need your help." Doofenshmirtz replied.
"Help is not given at this time of day. Come back never!" the old man shouted back.
"I'll give you ten golden Doondleyars!" Doofenshmirtz said with a hint of bribery. At that moment, the door opened a crack and the old man said, "I'm listening."
"Good. Now let us in." Doofenshmirtz insisted. The door swung open and a little room with a patchwork rocking chair, a fireplace-or in this a bunch of wood on the floor with a fire lit on it- and a work bench.
"This is a lovely place you have here, sir. I love your, um, fire." Isabella said with an added smile. Doofenshmirtz gave her disbelieving look. "What? I need my 'flatter an elder' patch." Isabella replied snapped back to Doofenshmirtz.
"Why didn't you use me to get that one?" Doofenshmirtz whined. Isabella laughed. "Are you calling yourself an elder?" she giggled as a look of horror spread over Doofenshmirtz's face.
"What do you do you youngins' need help with?" the man asked.
"We need a portal to get back to Danville, 2012. Can you help us?" Isabella asked.
"If my names not Dean Flynn" the man started, before he was cut off by Isabella.
"Dean Flynn? That's Phineas' grandpa!" Isabella said excitedly. Perry's eyes widened. Isabella was right. Perry was standing before a master inventor.
"Do you have a son?" Isabella asked excitedly, considering she knew absolutely nothing about Phineas' dad.
"Well, yes, but he moved to America to do research." Dean replied.
"Wow! What's his name?" Isabella asked enthusiastically.
"Steven. Steven Harry Flynn." Dean replied.
"Okay, okay. We get it. You two know each other somehow. Now can we stop the reunion so we can get home?" Doofenshmirtz said with an impatient tone.
"Yes, yes. Well, give me a couple hours and it'll be ready. Now go away while I work. Go on!" Dean said.
Two hours later, Isabella, Doofenshmirtz, and Perry showed up at Dean's house.
"Oh, hello. I have you're portal done, but it'll only work once. It's operated by this red button. Stand inside this, press the button, I've already put in the time and location. Now go on, try it out." Dean said quickly, with a bit of edge in his voice.
The three of them stepped into the portal. "Here we go!" Isabella said as she pressed the red button.
A/N: Hehe… I love giving cliffhangers. But if I'm not the one giving them, then I hate them! Please review and let me know what you think of this chapter! 3
