Doofenshmirtz put on his lab coat, hiding his extra ten pounds. He walked outside, looking to see a teal figure trying to run. "Oh no you don't Perry the Platypus!" Doofenshmirtz yelled, running after the fleeing figure. He cornered teal object, shocked to see who it was. "Perry the Platypus?"
Except, it was Phillip the Platypus, taking his grappling hook and tripping Doofenshmirtz who had tried to rush up to him. "Wait a minute... did you get a new grappling hook?" getting kicked in the face by the platypus' deformed foot.
"Wait, where's your bill?" Doofenshmirtz asked, Phillip punching him in the face, knocking the evil scientist towards a wall. The platypus then followed up with a kick to Doofenshmirtz's stomach before he could get back up. When he got back up, he took out a laser and started to shoot.
"Behold! My Laser-Ray-Inator!" he exclaimed, shooting aimlessly until he hit the platypus. But Phillip was unchanged except that he was now wearing a gown. "Huh? That's weird," but looked around to see gowns everyone. "I guess it was my Ballgown-Inator," crushing it with his foot in frustration. But he then saw that the platypus was having trouble moving, tripping over the overly large ballgown.
"HAH! It seems that your mobility has been hampered by the ballgown you are wearing," Doofenshmirtz exclaimed, walking over to Phillip the platypus. "Now that I look again at you, your body proportions are different from before. Your body and head are too big and you can barely reach me with your limbs," seeing the platypus trying to punch him.
But the platypus tore the ballgown off and dashed towards the unexpecting Doofenshmirtz, hitting him on the head with his grappling hook and knocking him unconscious, tying up the evil scientist with some rope and dashing off.
"Dad, are you there?" Vanessa asked, walking out to try and find her dad. But not finding him, she just sighed and said, "Well, at least I get the house to myself for the day," walking back into the building.
Meanwhile, Phineas and the gang walked outside to see a half finished portrait and two broken canvases on the ground where Django was. "Guys, do you know where Django went?" Phineas asked.
"Who's Django?" Irving asked, the gang glaring at him. "I'm sorry. I don't remember supporting cast members," everyone face palming.
"Do I need to get Milly on your case?" Isabella asked, though the boys didn't get the joke.
"Who's Milly?" Irving asked, Isabella face palming again and remaining silent, not answering his answer. "Why won't anyone answer me?"
"Anyways, we need to find Django. It's not like he just ran off with his three... and a half portraits," he said, picking up the half portrait of Isabella. "Well, it actually looks beautiful," he commented, everyone blankly staring at him. "What? Can't I have my own opinion on partial art?"
"Well, we need to figure out a plan as soon as possible," she said, hearing a shriek out in the street, grabbing the kids' attention as the group saw three figures searching for something.
"Phineas..." Baljeet started.
"What do you need, Baljeet?"
"Do you happen to have an extra of underpants? They just got really messy all of a sudden?"
"Make that two, please?" Irving added, the group inching away from the two.
"Who are you?" Buford yelled, getting ready to brawl. This caught the attention of the three figures, turning towards the group and revealing their faces. "No way..."
During this, Django was struggling to survive in the freezing conditions and keep the little heat left in his body. He rolled his way towards the exit, putting his ear to the door to listen for anyone outside.
He heard talking, but he did not know who it was. "It will be only a matter of time. We have sent those three out. Once we get more drawings from the artist to control, we will be able to take over this three-dimensional world!" one of the voices said.
Drawings? What drawings are they using for their plans? Django thought, trying to break through the rope again. But it was futile, not having the physical strength to break the rope. But then he saw a sharp ice block, rolling towards it and using it to break the rope.
Yes! Now, I just need to get out of here breaking the rope on his ankles with the ice and rushing to the door. But it was locked from the outside, preventing him from escaping. Man, this is just great. How am I supposed to get out now? Looking through his backpack to check what he had left.
All he had was a pen, an eraser, a half-filled water bottle, a protractor and a mutlicolored color pencil. But none of these things would deem worthy at the moment. So he decided to start drawing spheres in the air. But after finishing his air drawing, these spheres fell on his lap, surprised at seeing them.
"What's with these spheres?" looking at his pen again and drawing a torch. After drawing the torch, he caught the torch that appeared out of thin air. "Wow, this is just like that book Mrs. Thompson gave me," using the torch to heat himself. "How is it possible, though? It should be impossible," he said to himself. "But I guess I have to ignore that in order to survive," putting down the torch and drew a hammer, using it to break through the door. It took a few hits, but the door broke through, allowing the artist to sneak through.
"That should do it. Now I've just got to get back and figure this out," Django said to himself, but as he passed through a corner in the building, he heard two voices talking in the room. Curious, he snuck in and listened to their conversation.
"What is the status of our plan right now?" one of the voices asked.
"Well, my plan is going great. We have caught the artist and his parents are still locked away. Mother replica have been able to fool him up to this point," the other voice answered, shocking Django.
I knew something was odd about them. My dad was supposed to go exhibit his art to art enthusiasts yesterday he thought to himself. I've got to get out of here and stop their plan! But accidently moved the box next to him while he was escaping just enough so that it knocked down his covering and continued to domino, destroying many objects in the room.
Looking around, one of the figures saw Django just about to escape the room. "HEY!" Django dashing off, forcing the two to give chase.
In another part of the building, Phillip the Platypus was carrying the tied up Doofenshmirtz up the stairs to a room hidden by a code. Once inside, the tape over Doofenshmirtz's mouth was torn off, hurting the evil scientist. "OWW!" he yelled. "Do you know how much that hurts?" the platypus just kicking him into a closet.
"Hey, you know, that wasn't very nice," the platypus locking the door. "Oh no, you didn't just lock the door, did you?" trying to kick the door open.
The platypus just left him in there, walking downstairs, but was stopped by two agents wearing fedoras.
*chatter* (It seems like you have finally found me, but you cannot defeat me) the platypus said with confidence. But Agent E immediately dived towards the platypus, trying to stab Phillip with its beak.
But the platypus dodged it, Agent E standing back to stare down Phillip along with Agent K, a baby Kangaroo popping its head from the pouch. (Now!) Agent K signalled, both agents charging at Phillip.
I'm sorry it's been a while, but thank you to all who have continued to read this fanfic. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter! I'd like to thank Maplestrip and Comment person for reviewing! This may not have been my best chapter, but I will keep trying to make it better.
Expect Date: I will try to update as soon as I can, and since I have break starting the 20th to January 5th, so I will try to update at least twice.