(Come and get me) Phillip taunted as Perry loaded his AK-47. (Oh crap) as Perry started to fire at the platypus, but missing.
"Hey! That one almost hit me!" Doofenshmirtz exclaimed, but Perry just aimed his gun at the evil scientist. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! Please don't kill me! I have daughter and an ex-wife to go home to, as you probably already know!" but the platypus ignored him and pursued after the other platypus.
"Come on, let's help him," Django exclaimed, but Doofenshmirtz continued to cower, muttering, "Please don't kill me..."
"Ah, forget you," as he rushed over towards where the platypi headed off to. It took Doofenshmirtz a few seconds to process what he had said but when he did, he chased off and yelled, "Hey! I am not to be forgotten!"
Phillip had run off to the street, forcing Perry to hide from bystanders. Seeing this as an advantage, Phillip shook off Perry and appeared behind his pursuer, kicking Perry into an open trash can.
As the deformed platypus was laughing at his enemy, Django came up behind him and drew a box to trap the platypus in. But it did not hold Phillip inside for long as the platypus broke through and charged to attack the artist, only to be blocked by a grappling hook.
"Perry!" Django exclaimed as he followed Perry in pursuit of the fleeing Phillip.
Meanwhile, the group were watching carefully, scouting the positions of their enemies. "So do you all know the plan?" Isabella asked, the group nodding their heads. "If so, let's begin," each member taking their positions.
"Nice job, Isabella," a voice said behind her as she turned around to see her crush congratulating her. "Thanks," she chuckles as she lets out a smile.
"Hey, Baljeet, let's go get some ice cream down at the parlor," Buford said, trying to sound convincing.
"Okay, Buford. I guess we should just leave then," Baljeet said, trying to keep the act together.
"Come on guys, you sound terrible!" Irving complained, but only received a baseball to the face.
"Just shut up! It's supposed to be sarcastic!" Buford yelled.
Heated up, Baljeet exclaimed, "Yeah! It's not like we're trying to lure those guys away from us!" Baljeet yelled, able to be heard by the three replicas as at least ten face-palms were heard from the crowd.
"BALJEET!" Isabella yelled in annoyance, scaring the indian boy.
But before he could apologize, the Buford replica appeared before the children and threw him towards Isabella and Phineas, being caught by Ferb.
"HEY!" Buford stormed angrily, punching his replica in the face. "THAT'S MY JOB!" barraging the replica.
"Buford! Behind you!" Irving exclaimed as the Ferb replica tried to pounce on the bully. But Phineas appeared right behind Buford to block the Ferb replica's attack. "Thanks, Dinner Bell."
"No problem, Buford," the two taking on their own enemies.
"That's my Phineas," Isabella squealed in delight when he saw her crush attack the replica.
"Wait, who's going to attack my replica?" Irving asked, but then he saw it cower in fear. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME? You're pathetic!"
"You're not one to talk," Milly insulted, but it wasn't audible to Irving as he started to kick his replica. "Should we assist them?" the Fireside Girls asked their leader.
"I guess we can. Why not? We shouldn't let them hog all the glory. And besides, I've always wanted to get my "Mixed Martial Arts Patch," she giggled as the group split to attack the replicas.
Django and Perry looked around, unable to find Phillip. "Do you have any clue where he is?" Django asked the platypus, who pointed towards a weaponry. "What? Are you sure that a platypus could even get in there?" but Perry just ran towards the shop as Django reluctantly followed.
Inside, everyone was in shock to see a disfigured teal figure standing at the counter, pointing towards a weapon in a magazine. "I'm sorry, but you need a license to purchase that item," the man at the counter informed, but didn't expect what would happen next.
Phillip pointed his tazer at the man who, fearful for his life, pointed his finger and said, shaking, "I-its over there," Phillip walking over to where the weapon was and grabbed it. He was looking at it with a satisfied look on his face, but the door slammed open, revealing his worst enemies.
(There you are, you fiend) Perry chattered, taking out his grappling hook. But it was quickly disarmed as a bullet took it out of his hands.
(Nice, nice gun. I'm glad that you're here. Now, I get to test out this new weapon of mine) shooting an array of bullets, flying in random directions. By this time, the bystanders were all evacuated by Django who also took out his paint brush. (The paint brush!) Phillip exclaimed, shooting a gun to try to release it from his grasp. But Django had just finished his drawing just in time which was used to protect himself.
"Ah, that's a nice bullet-proof shield," Django said to himself, trying to draw another one for Perry. But just as he was going to throw it towards the platypus, their enemy shot the shield in the air and sent it flying. At that moment, Phillip took a metal bar from the wall and charged at the two.
But just as the platypus tried to swing the bar, it was somehow blocked, to the shock of the three. "You're not going to hog all the action, Perry the Platypus!" Doofenshmirtz yelled, but he was quickly hit away, getting hit in the head by Phillip.
"Wow, that didn't last long at all," Django commented as he lost grasp of his paint brush for a moment. "What?" as he dived to grab it. But he was knocked aside, making contact with the wall. He felt groggy from the injury, but his attention was aroused when he saw Phillip with the paintbrush. "Shoot."
(Victory is mine!) he chattered, attempting to make his first drawing.
Sorry, it was a short chapter. I'll try to update soon, but no promises (since I may not be able to keep it). I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. If you did, please tell me with reviews! Also, critique is very well appreciated.
Also, for those of you who read my other fanfic, Future Catastrophy, I have decided to write an epilouge (wuhoo!) but I need help deciding on a love song. So if any of you have ideas, can you tell about it. If you could, that would be a great help!