Agent K charged at Phillip the Platypus, but the platypus dodged the attack, rolling to his right only to be picked up by the neck because of Agent E's beak. But Phillip got himself free, kicking the eagle in the throat as it landing.
As Agent E was coughing from the kick, Agent K was right behind the platypus, performing a roundhouse kick on Phillip, sending him crashing towards upstairs where he left Doofenshmirtz.
"What was that crash?" Doofenshmirtz asked, hearing Phillip the platypus crash against a wall in the room. As the two agents cornered him, he took his grappling hook from the table and smacked Agent K on the head with it, making it unconscious. But Agent K Jr stepped out of its pouch, trying to awaken its mother, but to no avail. Enraged, the baby kangaroo charged at the platypus.
(You will pay for this) the baby motioned, performing an uppercut that sent the platypus crashing towards the roof. As they were fighting, Agent E was able to release Doofenshmirtz from captivity.
"Why thank you, my good eagle," patting it's head. But then saw the eagle fall to the ground, getting hit on the head by Phillip's grappling hook. "Great, it's me and a baby Kangaroo against a platypus with martial arts training. What worse predicament could I be in?" he asked himself, but watched as the kangaroo put up a fight against the platypus, able to put in a few hits. But the platypus, recovering from one of its kicks, took its arm, spun the baby kangaroo around, and sent it flying towards the wall, getting knocked out.
"NO!" he exclaimed, realizing his last hope had just been defeated, Phillip marching towards him, slowly hitting his hand with the grappling hook. "Great, that doesn't look pretty."
Hearing the commotion, Django ran up the stairs to see three animals unconscious, a platypus with a grappling hook and a man in a lab coat. "Man, I never knew platypi were good with grappling hooks," but then heard his pursuers run up the stairs, running towards the wall.
"Ah, I've finally caught you!" one of them said, but then the two saw Phillip the Platypus, immediately bowing their heads.
"Forgive me, Master Phillip. I never dreamed you were in here," the two replicas exclaimed, getting on their knees.
"Man, what has the world come to, to have a platypus be a master of a human?" Django asked.
"I'll say," Doofenshmirtz agreed, but the two regained their attention when the three charged at them. "HELP!" the two exclaimed, but Django remembered his paint brush, painting two AK-47s.
"Here, take this," Django said, throwing an AK-47 at the evil scientist.
"Since when could a ten year-old boy get his hands on an AK-47?" Doofenhsmritz asked, adding, "And two, for that matter?"
"If you want the answer to that, you'll have to wait till we're both dead!' Django exclaimed, trying to get him to focus.
"Okay, if you say so," firing the gun at the two replicas, defeating one while injuring the other.
"Dang it! The artist has realized his talents. Now we have to really finish them off," the father replica said, charging at Django.
"My father was supposed to be a very important art convention today, and my mother was supposed to be at a promotion meeting. You two will pay for ruining their plans!" Django exclaimed, firing the gun straight at the replica's head, killing it.
"Congratulations, boy. You have now become a full-fledged killer," Doofenshmirtz congratulated, but Django was not in the mood for it.
"Just shut up!" he exclaimed, scared that he shot at someone who looked like his father. While he was distracted, Phillip the platypus disarmed both of them, taking one of the guns and loaded it.
Meanwhile, Phineas and the gang were shocked to see a copy of Ferb, Buford and Irving standing in front of them, with the kid's lives in their hands. "Come on, think of something," Buford exclaimed, tugging Baljeet in anger.
"Hey, I'm trying. At least I am, unlike someone who won't put me down!" Baljeet yelled in frustration, Buford putting him down slowly.
"Guys, can we just figure this out? Those three figures, who exactly resemble Ferb, Buford and Irving are about to kill us. Wait a minute, weren't those the three that Django drew?" Phineas asked, the group realizing it also.
"And you said you don't remember supporting characters? He drew you for heavens sake!" Milly exclaimed, having just arrived with the Fireside Girls.
"What? How am I supposed to remember every single unimportant character related to Phineas and Ferb? Besides, who are you?" Irving, who just got a slap in the face from the brunette.
"Milly, that is not Fireside Girl behavior," Isabella disciplined, Milly just glaring at her.
"Then what is 'proper Fireside Girl behavior'?" she asked, almost seeing a smirk from her leader.
"This," she answered as she punched Irving, who landed three houses away from where they were.
"Nice punch, leader!" Gretchen complimented. "That is officially the strongest punch in Fireside Girl history. For that, you are awarded the Fierce Punch Patch!" she exclaimed, the Fireside Girls applauding.
"That's nice and all, but too bad I have gotten my 'I got kissed by the boy I like patch'," she said, almost trying to get Phineas to hear her.
"Please, people. Just think of something. Those guys are patroling the area. If we don't think of something, we're as good as gone!" he exclaimed, almost freaking out.
"Phineas," Isabella sighed, seeing him frustrated as she walked up to him and gave him a hug.
"Thanks Isabella," hugging back at her, which caused everyone except Ferb and Buford to cheer and make whistling noises. "But if we can't think of something, we won't be able to enjoy our summer anymore," he said, as she just stood up.
"Okay, troops. Let's get started," she exclaimed.
"You have an idea, then?" he asked.
"Isn't Phineas the one who's supposed to be in charge?" Baljeet asked.
"Don't disrespect the leader!" Adyson exclaimed, scaring Baljeet.
"Usually, but I'm taking over for today. Everyone huddle in closely," as the group huddle in to prevent the replicas from hearing as Isabella revealed her plan to the group.
Meanwhile, as Django and Doofenshmirtz stood at death's door, with Phillip the platypus holding one of their AK-47s, they started to plead.
"Please don't kill me! I have an ex-wife and daughter to go home to!" Doofenshmirtz exclaimed.
"Doesn't that mean you won't go home to your ex-wife?" Django asked.
"Quiet, I'm trying to make the platypus sorry for me," Doofenshmirtz hushed, as the platypus pointed the gun towards Django.
"Oh, does that mean you want me to say why you shouldn't kill me?" Django asked, the platypus nodding. "Well, I have two parents to go home to, though you trapped them somewhere, and I have friends who I have a promise to, and-" he was interrupted when they heard a gun shot hit the AK-47 from Phillip's hand.
"What was that?" Doofenshmirtz, turning towards to see a very familiar figure at the door.
(Oh, its you) Phillip spoke in platypus language, angry that his plan was not going his way at the moment.
"Thank goodness you're here, Perry the Platypus," Doofenshmirtz exclaimed, the platypus walking in, holding an AK-47 in his webbed hands.
Well, it's been almost two months since I've updated, and I apologize for being late for both of my fanfics. I took about a month break to do other stuff outside of the fanfic world, but I'm back and I would like to thank those who stuck with me.
I'd like to thank Comment person and Maplestrip for reviewing. And to Maplestrip, somehow, you got your wish. I actually forgot about the reviews and just wrote it. Anyways, I hope to update soon, so please look out for this fanfic.