EPILOGUE- Here it is, the last part of my story!

BTW, I wrote the entire Phineas monologue without looking! Yeah! You'll see what I mean.

But you don't want to hear from me, you want to read more. Well, read on you fantabulous people! (OMG Word didn't say that I spelled that wrong! Weird…)

READ READ READ (And then please read my note at the bottom for further enjoyment)

FERB'S POV

I sigh as I lean on Phineas and we hobble over to Perry- well, I hobble. Phineas is walking normally, but since he is holding onto me, he kind of has to, too.

It's been about 4 days since I first told Phineas and Candace my plan, and during that time, Dr. D got his hand taken care of (Which wasn't broken at all-he had just cracked a bone), my arm had totally healed, so now I was just left with a badly sprained ankle, and Phineas and Isabella had been getting closer every day, which Perry, Candace, Buford, Baljeet and I had been giggling about for forever. I think it's cute!

Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. Major Monogram had finally insisted that he wipe our memories since I was almost completely better. He had also let Dr. D off the hook…although what hook, I'm not sure.

Over the course of the 4 days, during the healing process, Phineas and I had tried to convince Dr. D that self-destruct buttons weren't necessary, but he still insisted on using them, protesting that the alt-Dr. D had used one.

I glance up as we finally make it over to Perry, who's standing in the center of the room. He looks over at us and gives Phineas and me a small smile.

"Hey, buddy," Phineas says, letting go of my arm and letting me balance on my own, "Ferb and I just wanted to say our goodbyes."

He sighs and looks away. I smile, knowing he's trying his best to make this look good, but I can still see the small glint in his eye as he talks. "You know, we finally thought we met the real you when we met Agent P. But the truth is, pet, secret agent…They're both the real you! You are now, and always have been, a great pet, and a great friend."

I feel my lip tremble, even though I know Phineas had rehearsed all of this-last night, in my room, for 2 hours. "I'm gonna miss you Agent P."

I lean over awkwardly, trying not to fall and hug Perry tightly and quickly. The monotreme then turns to Phineas. "I love ya pal," my brother says as he hugs Perry.

Phineas stands up and grabs my elbow firmly. I nod to Perry as we walk away, and on the way back to the group, Candace, Phineas and I look at each other and give knowing smiles.

Isabella manages to kiss Phineas once before Carl has to throw the switch. Awww.

*FLASH*

1 DAY LATER, IN THE FLYNN-FLETCHER HOUSEHOLD

I walk over to the table sleepily and Mom frowns at me. She had said nothing when Phineas, Candace and I came inside last night. For some reason, we were all tired. "Honey?"

I look up at Mom and smile, raising an eyebrow. "How did you hurt your ankle, sweetie?"

I glance down at my foot and blink. Phineas plops down next to me and grins. "He tripped when we went hiking at camp."

I see Perry's head swivel around from his food bowl, mouth full of food. He gives us all an odd look, but Phineas and I pay no attention.

The day passes, and nothing happens. And I do mean nothing. Phineas and I sat on the couch all day, staring at a blank TV. Isabella was sleeping for most of the day, according to her Mom. So were Baljeet and Buford. Perry disappeared off to somewhere, and Candace had gone to see Jeremy, half dead, according to his Dad.

Later that night, Candace pokes her head in our room and smiles. There are slight bags under her eyes and she yawns before she speaks. "Night guys. Love ya."

She pauses, and glances over at Perry, already asleep on the foot of Phineas' bed. She looks up at us and raises her eyebrow. Both of us shake our heads and smile. She frowns, but nods. "See you guys in the morning!"

"Night!" Phineas calls as she leaves. I wave, and then lay down carefully. Phineas walks over and sits down carefully on the edge of my bed. Though tired, his eyes still have a sparkle to them and he reaches into his pocket, glancing across the room at the sleeping platypus before pulling his hand out.

I glance at the small fedora in his hand, one that we had found stashed under the dresser earlier in the day. Phineas looks at the hat for a moment and strokes it before looking back up at me. "When should we tell him Ferb?"

I glance over at the now snoring animal and smile. "When he's not so worried."

Phineas grins at me. "I don't think that that will be for a while, bro." He pauses, and then reaches into the hat and pulls out a few sheets of paper. "I found these in the hat." He hands a few to me, and we spread them out on the bed in front of me. I smile at the sight of some of the snapshots and then pluck one from the pile. Phineas does as well, then looks up and meets my eyes. "Think he'll notice they're gone?"

I shrug, and then glance down at the picture in my hand. Ah, bunny ears. Those never get old…not even when you're being chased through underground tunnels by giant robots. Phineas and I trade for a moment and glance at each other's. I smile at the sight of Rover in the picture, the baseball launchers looping each other's shoulders. I hand the photo back to Phineas and he gives me mine.

Phineas studies his for a moment more, then puts the rest back in the hat and stuffs the brown piece of cloth back under the dresser. I tuck my picture into the front pocket of my pajamas and Phineas puts his into his piggy bank, forever sealed and probably bursting with pennies. He hops into bed and reaches for the light switch.

"Night Ferb."

"Night Phineas."

I glance over at him and he looks at me and just as the light clicks off, we whisper, "Night, Agent P."

I smile and lean back, placing my hand over my pocket.

You really got to love those helmet head systems that we invented. I'm glad that we made Candace one too.

They really protect your skull, and every single part of your brain that you could possibly imagine.

Including your memory.

THE END!

Ok, so evidement (have you been paying attention?), I didn't come up with the helmet head idea. But I love the possibility, and it worked with my dramatic ending that I had planned….so yeah.

And no, there will be no sequel to this. So don't ask. Sorry, but I want to start focusing on my other stories. If I may recommend a story that will satisfy your "what if?" needs, the top pick for me would be RADAR180's story, Back Across and its sequel, With These One Shots. Got to say, I love them. (Not to pick favorites. I love most every story about Phineas and Ferb!)

Thanks for all the amazing and encouraging reviews you guys! Keep your eyes peeled for updates on my other story! (Mentioned like 2 or 3 chapters ago) I wish I could thank everyone personally, but there were just too darn many of you awesomely awesome people!

R and R!