Despite a major slowdown, Candace and Trixie managed to reach the gym just in time for Remy to enter it.
"Hey Trix, looks like your hunch was right", Candace complimented.
"Yeah, but how are we gonna spy on him without getting noticed ourselves?" Trixie asked.
The two girls noticed a large bush in a pot, conveniently placed in front of the gym's window. "Let's hide in there", Candace replied.
The two hid between the branches of the bush. When they approached the bush, the two noticed a sticky note saying 'OWCA Entrance', placed on one of the branches.
"What the heck is an OWCA?", Trixie asked.
"I have no idea", Candace replied. "Throw it away for all I care abou-". Candace stopped herself as she said: "Oh, quiet! That kid's approaching a guy!"
Remy was indeed approaching a person: a very tall, very gray kid with jet-black hair, crooked teeth, spiked bracelets and a chain in his pocket. No doubt that this must be a bully. This bully was currently using a punching bag, and he apparently taped a crude drawing of Timmy on it.
Remy cleared his throat, asking: "Are you Francis?"
The bully turned around, but picked up Remy at the collar, taking a stance as if he was about to beat the kid to a pulp. "I don't wanna be interrupted when I'm busy!", he yelled to Remy, who is now terrified.
"Careful, Francis", Remy pleaded. "I just want to strike a deal, involving a common enemy." He pointed towards the crude Timmy drawing.
Francis raised an eyebrow, as he let loose of Remy. The rich kid tried to keep the clear fluid in his flask stable while landing.
"Go on..." Francis grunted.
"All right", Remy said. "You see, Timmy and his dumb friends are working together with some dumb triangle-headed kid, named Phineas, and a silly-looking fellow with a large nose, named Ferb. These two are working on a large, fun invention because they've done a bet with Trixie, and it looks like they're winning."
"What has any of that to do with Turner?" Francis interrupted.
"I'm not done explaining yet", Remy carefully responded. He seriously didn't want Francis to lose his patience.
He continued: "So naturally, I tried saving Trixie's fate by sabotaging that thing. However, all my sabotages have been backfired and I'm sure it's because of Timmy. He seems to have floating cameras installed that follow me around. So I have come to my last resort."
Remy showed Francis his flask.
"This flask contains pure concentrated Boom Juice. I'll try to get it mixed in a paint bucket, and once they get to paint their contraption, it will self-destruct!"
"So why do you need me, if you can do it yourself?", the tall bully asked, mildly frustrated.
Remy began sweating as he said: "A-as I said before, they have floating cameras. Timmy can literally see me sabotaging, and he and his chip-toothed friend can just as easily undo it too. So basically... I need someone to distract them. At least two, even. Do you think you and your friends can do that for me?" Remy then pointed towards three other bully-like characters that stood beside Francis.
"What's in it for me and the guys?" Francis asked.
"Well, I am from a wealthy family", Remy said. "Just name your price and we'll see."
Francis thought for a bit, then suggested: "How 'bout a million? Per person?"
"F-four million?!" Remy exclaimed. "Don't you think that's just a little too much?"
Francis grabbed Remy again and pushed his own face into the rich boy's. "Do you want us to help or not?!", he grunted in an intimidating tone.
"O-of course", Remy stuttered nervously. "F-four million isn't very m-much anyway."
Francis let loose of the snobby kid, then stuck his hand out, which Remy shook promptly with his own hand. "You've got yourself a deal, then", the bully smiled.
"Great, then let's go", Remy said.
But Francis and his friends aren't budging.
"I said: let's go", Remy repeated. "Are you guys deaf?"
"No", Francis answered, "We would like to get paid first."
Remy grumbled while he took out his wallet and wrote four checks for his bullies, which he gave to each of them.
"Good", Francis said while studying the check. "NOW let's go."
Remy and the four bullies left the gym, heading straight to Phineas and Ferb's project (Remy knows the way). This apparently scared some strange-looking pistachio vendors that appeared out of nowhere, but Candace and Trixie kept watching Remy's gang until after they were out of sight, as they then came out of the bush.
"They want to destroy that thing?" Trixie said. "I'm surprised Remy would go that far just for me. What those two made is surely not even satisfactory for them and Buxaplenty wants to humiliate them even further. I kinda feel sorry for them."
Candace turned towards Trixie. "Wait, you're sure they can't even make something decent on their own?"
"That's to be expected", Trixie responded. "No kid can make something big and amazing."
"Lady, you're friends with a girl who tries to get her brothers busted because they make big and amazing things", Candace said. "And you made a bet with those exact same brothers! They'll be fine!"
Trixie looks at the time. It's 25 past four. "Even then, I doubt they'll be able to fix whatever they have made in under a half hour", she said.
"You know what", Candace realized. "You may be right. I mean, I know for a fact that the two can build extraordinary things within 11 minutes, but maybe they don't have enough time to finish it when it gets destroyed! And they'll be slaves throughout the vacation! What will Mom say to that?"
Candace started freaking out: "And what if they get hurt? That Boom Juice thing can make machines explode! That can't be good! Speaking of, if that machine is busted away, then I cannot bust the boys at all!" Trixie was rolling her eyes at that statement. Her long-necked friend continued: "And then I cannot call Mom!" She gasped and shook her friend as she said: "WHAT IS MOM EVEN DOING RIGHT NOW?!"
Linda and Lawrence were actually found at a yard sale, still looking for antiques.
"My", said the British husband. "These are some extraordinary, never-seen-before antiques you've got there, mister... umm..."
"Crocker!", the attendant, a grayish, hunchbacked fellow with ears on his neck said. "And these aren't antiques, these are devices I've made to capture FAIRY GODPARENTS!" He spasmed out when saying those last words. Linda and Lawrence are understandably weirded out. "...that have failed", he then continued. "Where did you even get the idea these were boring antiques?"
Linda raised a finger while saying: "...Because that's what your sign said."
Crocker then noticed the sign the two pointed towards. It said 'ANTIQUES FOR SALE'.
"Dagnabbit!", Crocker exclaimed. "I bet Mother must've snuck that sign here while I wasn't looking!"
"Umm, actually", said another attendant, who was big and burly, "I believe you took mine by accident." By the looks of it, he wasn't very pleased.
"Oh, my neighbor", Crocker said while sweating. He was being dragged away while saying to Linda and Lawrence: "Be back in a minute!"
It sounded like Crocker was being beaten up out of the Flyyn-Fletcher couple's sight.
"You know", Linda said. "I wonder how Candace and the boys are doing."
"Me too, darling", Lawrence responded. "And, for some reason, I also wonder what Perry's doing."
Author's Note: New addition to this chapter: reference to Dakota and Cavendish in Dimmsdale, my Milo Murphy's Law spinoff. When this chapter was originally written, MML hadn't even aired yet, so I didn't even know who Dakota and Cavendish were. But in later stories in the Phineas and Ferb in Dimmsdale series, they are kinda integrated into the plot, with thanks to the spinoff too, so it should make sense to have them in this revised version too, right?
Next chapter: Perry gets saved, by someone he never expected.