Chapter 8- Thanks for all the reviews guys! So, I've gotta say, I was a bit surprised that not all of you got what Dr. D was going to do. In fact, only one person got it completely right (I know, I know, I gave you like 24 hours. But like 13 of you reviewed!). Congrats, iheartphinabella05! Nice guessing. You know, I didn't have a name for the plan, so I decided to use the one you gave me since you guessed it. Yea!

I'm going to go about two or three more chapters before I reveal why I chose Frank, just to annoy you guys, cause I'm evil…no, not really. It's to see if you can guess it. But yeah. Ok, so read and R and R

Finally, Candace leans forward. "All right. Shoot."

PERRY'S POV

I look at Dr. D curiously before walking over to stand next to my willing, yet tearful owner. I put a gentle hand on his shoulder and then return my gaze back to Doofenshmirtz.

"Well," he begins, "I was thinking, that with you kids being as good as you are at inventing things, and the fact that I have just about every part you could use here, as well as two good hands and an evil scientists brain, that we could build some sort of….I don't know, like a Heal-inator?"

I freeze in place, my hand going rigid at the thought of letting Dr. D blast some –inator at my boys. I know he's been helpful and what-not, but it makes me a bit uncomfortable. I turn my head to Phineas, but instead of seeing the hint of suspicion I'm secretly hoping for, he looks like he could get up and run a marathon. He's that excited.

"I love it!" the boy cries. "I can't believe I didn't think of it!"

I squeeze his shoulder and Phineas turns to look at me. His bright smile turns to confusion as he spots my face. Ignoring the excited chatter from everyone else, he leans over so that our eyes meet. He searches them for a few moments, and honestly, it almost feels like he's reading my soul. Finally, he smiles warmly.

"You're worried. Why?"

I wave my hand towards Dr. D, and then motion to Phineas himself. His brow furrows slightly, and then his eyes are full of understanding. "Perry, I know you're not a big fan of us hanging out with Dr. D, and I don't trust him much more than you do, even if he did save my life. But you know who I do trust?"

I raise my eyebrows and he grins. "I trust you, Perry. I know that you will take care of us. And hey, you're not alone." He gestures to the people in the room. "Candace and Jeremy and Isabella and everyone else will help you too. I think even Vanessa doesn't trust Dr. D sometimes, and she's his daughter….right?" he asks with slight hesitation.

I nod and Phineas ruffles my head lightly. "Then you have nothing to worry about. If Dr. D has a daughter that turned out as awesome as Vanessa, then he must be doing something non-evil right."

I know Phineas is right, and I smile. We turn back to everyone else, coming in on one of the middle of Baljeet's sentences. "-and then if we put the copper wires to the middle of the pickle spear, we'll generate enough electricity to power it!"

I wish I knew what was going on. Based on the perplexed look on Phineas' face, he's just as confused as I am. "Wait, what pickle spear?"

Everyone turns to him, all but Baljeet looking like they had just been thrown into a room with nothing but Calculus textbooks in front of them and been forced to read them all. "It's just my idea," the tiny nerd says, shrugging (Not that I have anything against nerds. He'll come in handy).

"Well… " Dr. D says, drawing out the "well" to a length I never thought possible, "I have plenty of electricity, so I don't see a need to bring in more with a…pickle spear, was it?"

"Good thought though, Baljeet," Candace says, trying to cheer him up.

Baljeet sighs and looks at the floor. "It is a lame idea, isn't it?" (Phineas and Ferb Busters! Look it up)

"Not at all!" Phineas protests. "In fact, you just gave me an idea. I know what we're all going to do….whenever Ferb is better."

"So, back to your idea, Dad," Vanessa says. "This machine will fix all of Ferb's injuries?"

Dr. D nods. "To a finer point, yes. I'm not sure if it would just fix all his problems, or make the injuries…lesser. Either way, it would benefit him."

Surprisingly, at least to me, Carl is the first one to fully agree with this plan. "I think we should do it. But Phineas?"

Phineas looks over at the intern. "Yeah?"

Carl runs a hand through his scruffy brown hair, messing it up even more. "Will Ferb agree to this?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Isabella asks.

"Well, he might be worried about you guys trying to make something to help him, because you could get hurt in the process."

Everyone looks over at Phineas, and I look up at him, meeting his dark blue eyes with my brown ones. "Why is everyone looking at me?"

"Because, you know Ferb the best," Buford says, shrugging. Phineas pauses for a moment, considering this comment, and then he finally nods. "I think that as long as we're careful, Ferb would be OK with it if we did this."

Everyone begins cheering and then Vanessa whistles to get the attention of the people in the room. I add my whistle to hers when no one responds, and Phineas claps his left hand over his ear and winces. I smile apologetically and then look at Vanessa as everybody shuts up. "Um, guys, I don't know if you've realized yet, but this place is a mess and it could take us hours to clean it up."

Dr. D wraps an arm around his daughter and smiles. "Not really, sweetie. I've got my Clean-It Up-Inator and Norm…..wherever that junk pile is."

It is at that moment that everyone decides to ask the question that I've been wondering for years. "Um, Dr. D?" Isabella asks.

He looks over at her. "Yes?"

"Why do you use the suffix –inator?"

I crack a grin and shake my head, while Doofenshmirtz blinks in surprise, obviously not having anticipated that particular question. Then he glowers at Isabella. I'm surprised, but I step forward slightly, as does Pinky across the room, who's been watching silently the whole time, both of us ready to defend her if necessary.

"Why do you call yourself the Fireside Girls?"

Well. Did not see that coming. Isabella obviously hadn't either, and she pauses. "I don't know. I guess we just like the name."

"Bingo," Dr. D proclaims smugly. I settle down, shaking my head. I should have expected something like that.

"OK…now that that's settled," Jeremy says nervously, "let's get down to business. Dr. D, why don't you go get out your clean-it up -inizer-"

"-INATOR!"

"Whatever, and the rest of us will start working on the blueprints."

Phineas begins to nod with the rest of them, and then he yelps out "Wait!"

They all turn to look back at him. "Can we keep this a surprise for Ferb?" he asks, a smile spreading across his face.

"Nice. Of course we can Phin," Candace says.

As I watch the determined looks on the faces of Isabella, Baljeet and Buford, and see the eagerness of Dr. D, finally hoping to do something right, and watch the tender smiles that pass between the teen love doves picking up ash in the corner with Carl and Vanessa, a Goth who is supposedly out of place but fitting in with us odd balls, I can't help but smile. This could actually work.

ISABELLA'S POV

I smile as we get to work on our seemingly impossible project. We have everything we need...except for salami, but that's just a weird craving of Carl's that takes all of 5 minutes to get from the very confused and frazzled lady downstairs (Dr. D gave her sugar, so she owed him, apparently).

Cleaning the lair isn't too bad, really-as soon as the giant robot Norm finally shows up, we all leave and head for the kitchen table with stacks of blank blueprints and pencils in our hands. Phineas is spazzy now; because Candace wouldn't let him help clean up, now he finally gets to do something to help get his brother back on his feet. Beginning the plan isn't that difficult. In fact, we get the idea thought of within a matter of 20 minutes.

The real problem begins when mine, Buford and Baljeet's cell phones all ring simultaneously at around 9:45, all of them displaying the same caller ID:

HOME.

I realize Isabella's POV was short, but that's because she starts it in the next chapter.

I had to throw their parents in… I mean they're all ten years old and it is getting pretty late. Don't worry, I've got excuses.

I'd like to know what you guys think about this chapter. It was kinda difficult to write, just because I was in Perry's POV most of the time. Hard to write for a platypus...they don't do much. (-=

I know this chapter was a little shorter than the others, but don't kill me! I needed a good spot to leave off.

R and R!