Phillip looked to see the bullet barely missing Perry's head, looking to see Django holding a slingshot in his hand with a few pebbles. It shocked Phillip that Django was able to alter the course of the bullet with a slingshot when he was shooting at point-blank range. But as his attention was directed towards Django, he felt force towards his gut, which sent him flying towards a shelf.
He felt broken slabs of wood land on him as Perry sprinted towards him, jumping up and holding his leg out to perform a kick. But Phillip ducked and tried to grab the platypus' foot. But Perry spun in the air, avoiding Phillip's grasp and forcing his foot down towards the platypus' head.
Phillip rolled to the right to avoid the kick and reloaded his gun. But once again, he forgot about the artist still kneeling on the ground, who shot the pistol out of the platypus' hands. He looked over in frustration. He had no more weapons at hand. But he looked at his side. The paint brush!
"No!" Django exclaimed, seeing Phillip beginning to draw. He didn't have anymore pebbles at hand, and he knew he had to stop the platypus from drawing. But then he saw Perry slide through the floor and trip Phillip as he was drawing. Phillip grabbed Perry by the shoulder and threw him towards Django. Neither could do a thing as they collided and crashed against the wall.
Django could feel more pain in his body after the impact, but he had more to worry about than that. By the time the two got up, they saw Phillip standing by the side of a five-man squad of military men. But it shocked him as the men attacked Phillip instead.
(What is this? I command you to attack those two fools!) he chattered in frustration. But it was to no avail as the five men continued to beat up the platypus.
He tried drawing a gun, firing five bullets towards Django and Perry. But as they flew through the sky, each simultaneously suddenly turned around and flew towards Phillip. He barely had time as he dodged the attacks, each bullet hitting one of the military men.
"Why are his drawings rejecting him?" Django asked, but then, he remembered something he read in the book his teacher gave him.
Anyone can use the paintbrush to draw things to life. But only the chosen artist will not get rejected by their works of art.
Maybe this was a similar predicament, but he took this time during the confusion and ran up to Phillip, grabbing the paintbrush from his grasp before running back to Perry.
He had two ideas on how to defeat Phillip, but he knew both were absolutely absurd. But he decided to try anyways. In a flash, piece of paper laid in Django's hands. Phillip looked inquisitively, not understanding his logic. But truthfully, Django didn't understand himself at times either.
"Perry, can you help for a sec?" Django asked, gaining the platypus' attention. Without even telling him the plan, Perry ran up the Phillip and grabbed him by the arms. Though he struggled furiously, Phillip was stuck and waited nervously at what Django was going to do.
"I hope this works..." walking up to Phillip and dropping the piece of paper on the platypus. But all three of them stared, the two platypi wondering what it was supposed to do and Django asking himself why it wasn't working.
But suddenly, Phillip's body started to light up and slowly, his body disintegrated. He struggled even harder, seeing his new-found body begin to diminish into the light. He soon gave up to his fate and stopped struggling. But Django and Perry were shocked to see a smile from the platypus for the slightest second before his body turned into nothingness.
"Ahh, the power of the empty canvas. Free for the artist to use all of his or her abilities," Django said, looking at the piece of paper in pride. Perry walked over, not understanding what he was so proud about. He tip-toed to get a good glimpse of the piece of paper and soon saw what he was so giddy about.
It was a crudely proportioned imitation of himself. The head was too big, the legs were too long small, the body was too big, the eyes were stern, his tail was as thin as a piece of string, but worst of all, it had no beak.
Perry just smiled as he looked at the platypus, remembering that all this happened because of Doofenshmirtz's laziness. He would need to whip him into shape again...
But just then, he remembered the boy to his right knew of his identity. He looked at the boy, who was still looking at the drawing. Maybe his memories would be taken away. But he grabbed onto his shorts to get his attention.
"Yes, Perry?" he asked, Perry replying with a long line of chattering that he could not understand.
"Uh, could you say that one more time? I didn't understand it," Django looked as if he had to sit through a class he was failing. The two heard rubble moved around and saw a long, lanky man in a white coat strutting towards them.
"He says that he's a secret agent and his identity is confidential. But he needs to make sure that his occupation is kept a secret, otherwise you, your family, your friends, his owners, etc. will be taken away, so he wants you to keep it a secret, is that correct?" Doofenshmirtz ranted, as Perry gave a nod of approval.
After hearing this, his eyes started to sparkle in admiration. "You're a secret agent? Really? That's so cool! I promise I won't tell anyone," he saluted, Perry gaping with his mouth open. He had just revealed his identity for no apparent reason. But he just shrugged it off. He could just blame Doofensmirtz for this if it turns into an issue.
As Django made his way to the Flynn-Fletcher residence, the front yard was a total wreck. He was barely able to recognize anything due to the damages, but as he made his way to the backyard, he just noticed that Doofenshmirtz and Perry had left his side. Must've gone to something important.
He opened the gate to the back door to see a group of exhausted kids and a few injured. Only then did he realize the injuries he had sustained. But before he was able to take a step in the backyard, a mob of kids slammed him to the ground, only hurting him more.
"We missed you, Da Vinci wannabee," Buford grunted somewhat happily. But he just smiled, seeing his friends deeply worried about him. Great... He would have a lot of explaining to do when they went inside.
"What's that?" Isabella asked after they made their way inside. A corner of his piece of paper was hanging from his pocket. He just took it out and opened it up for them to see.
"What is that?" he heard someone ask.
"It's Phillip the Platypus, Perry's brother," he answered.
"Man, this is horrible!"
"The head's too big."
"Are those legs? They look like stubs."
"The body-limb ratio is non-existent in this creature. The body is about takes up too much space compared to it's limbs. It cannot be a real figure."
"He looks tired. His eyes are so streesed."
"Is that supposed to be his tail? Why does it look like a piece of string?"
"Wait a minute! Where is his beak?"
Who knew his friends were so critical about art. But he just chuckled after each comment. He was tired, and felt it was troublesome to argue about someone else's drawing.
The next day, he was back in class. Though his friends asked him about his bruises and cuts, he merely shook them off, saying he tripped on the stairs. From that day forward, he would always keep the picture of Phillip the Platypus on his binder and smiled brightly whenever someone mentioned it. Most people who looked at the drawing criticized it for its lack of quality, and he wasn't surprised.
It was after class a few days later, he was on the epilogue of the story he was reading. He was expecting a climax where the hero and heroine get married, but instead, it just read a quote.
All art should be treated nicely, no matter what the quality. For each individual piece of art represents a person and their unique style.
The next day, a new student came to his class. He immediately noticed that the new boy's drawing skills were mediocre. But as he passed by the kid, Django just smiled, patted the boy back and complimented him. "I like it. You just might be the Next Da Vinci."
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Author: Hydro Dexter
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Well, this is the end of The Next Da Vinci. I'm surprised I actually finished with my estimation of 8-12 chapters. But honestly, I didn't think I would actually end on this chapter. I thought maybe I would go one more. Oh well.
Anyways, I'm not that pleased with my ending, but if any of you liked it, please tell me with reviews! If not, you can critique me on how I could've done ended it. If you do have ideas on a better ending, it might help, but I'm just glad that all of you have read/enjoyed this fanfic.
Well, after this, I might not write in the P&F fandom for a bit, but I will be back, I promise. I always have to go back to my roots, right? First, I have to catch up on all the episodes to get motivation. :)
Hydro Dexter (HDX)