I do not own Phineas and Ferb.

And in the second dimension, 'Carl' is spelled 'Karl'.

Prison Break

It was five o'clock in the evening.

The only item Second Dimension Heinz was allowed to possess during his imprisonment was his dumb watch with the hash marks. And it was telling him that now was the time to make his move.

His plan was not a complex one. In fact it was so simple he was amazed he hadn't thought of it sooner. As he waited in the cold, damp cell he carefully planned out his escape route in his mind. Unlike the First Dimension O.W.C.A., the Second Dimension O.W.C.A. had a bank of prisons on the lower level of the not-so-secret building.

But the prison guards weren't gun-armed musclemen. They were trained animal agents. And although clever and resourceful, Heinz believed he could outsmart them easier than he could a human prison guard (who was also probably trained to shoot first and not ask questions later).

The soft sound of paws slapping against the concrete floor reached his attentive hearing. Heinz quietly got up and crouched down by the slot in the metal door. A moment later a plastic tray covered in slop appeared.

With rapid speed Heinz snatched the tray and grabbed the paw that was still lingering in the slot. A surprised bark rang out from the other side and Heinz pulled-hard. A sickening thunk sounded off the metal door and Heinz could just make the edge of a teal watch strap.

Heinz listened intently to see if anyone had heard the bark of Agent D. Taking the absence of the sound of pounding footsteps as a good sign, he removed the standard O.W.C.A. wristwatch communicator from the agent's wrist and gently manoeuvred it through the narrow slot. He cracked the screen a bit, but other than that he was satisfied with the condition.

"Now to find the laser option," Heinz muttered. He had tinkered around with Platyborg's watch often enough when he had finally captured him. The evil doctor found the laser option and aimed the beam at the iron bars on the window. The bars melted in a mushy mess and Heinz stopped when he had made a gap big enough for him to slip through.

Heinz carefully hoisted himself through the gap, the hot melted iron rubbing against his black lab coat. He stood up and surveyed his surroundings quickly. He was just outside the O.W.C.A. building, and the sky was not yet black enough to offer him cover.

A large, chain link fence topped with barbed-wire surrounded the agency headquarters. Just as Heinz approached the edge the O.W.C.A alarms blasted at high volume. Heinz melted a hole in the fence and slipped through. He rushed down the road, heart pounding in his chest. He could distantly hear the sound of a jetpack approaching.

Casting a glance over his shoulder, Heinz locked eyes with Agent C. The chicken agent was fast descending upon him. Just as the agent raised their watch to fire, Heinz shot the chicken down with his stolen watch. Knowing that he had to leave (and soon) he scanned the road for a mode of transportation.

A burgundy car caught his eye, half-hidden by a clump of trees in an old stone parking lot. Heinz approached it and tapped on the steamed-up window. It rolled down and an irritated teenage boy glared at him. "What do you want, jerk?" he snapped. He failed to realize just who he was talking to.

After another second, however, he clued. Green eyes widened with terror and he went to jerk the car in action. Heinz held up the watch, making sure the boy knew that it was a weapon and that he wasn't afraid to use it.

"Gary," the girl in the passenger seat said shakily. "What are we going to do?"

"Simple," Heinz said calmly, his one eye staring coldly at the two teens. "Get. Out. Of. The. Car."

With little option, the teens obeyed. Heinz slipped into the driver's seat, gunned the ignition, and roared out of the parking lot.

Freedom is oh so sweet.

Back at the headquarters, Karl knocked warily on Major Monogram's office door. "Agent D has a concussion, but he'll be fine. I got two other agents to see him home safely. Uh...anything on Dr. Doofenshmirtz?"

"Two teens contacted the authorities to say he stole their car. We're trying to find him, but he probably found somewhere to lay low and abandoned the vehicle." Monogram slapped the computer console in frustration. "This can't happen again, Karl. It can't."

Karl swallowed. "I'll notify Perry the Platypus-Platyborg," the intern hastily corrected. "He ought to know."

"And be on his guard," Monogram said grimly. "That lunatic is on the loose, and we're all in trouble if we don't find him soon."

...

Meanwhile, back in the First Dimension...

Phineas, Ferb and Baljeet gathered around the large red switch at the power plant. Phineas tried to flip the switch, but it was stuck. "Hmm. That blast must have caused the switch to jam."

"Does it not baffle anyone else that all the power of the Tri-State Area is controlled by a single switch?" Baljeet asked.

"We've battled giant robots, discovered that possibly all domestic animals are secret agents and met other dimension duplicates of ourselves, and this baffles you?" Ferb asked.

"Point taken," Baljeet admitted.

"Ferb, hand me the vinegar."

"This I got to see," Baljeet muttered, watching as Phineas took a packet of vinegar from Ferb and dripped the contents on the switch. He then flicked it, and this time he was successful. Power surged throughout the Tri-State Area. Phineas threw his arms to the side in victory.

"Let there be light!"

Baljeet shook his head in disbelief. "I would question how this is possible, and I would wonder why Ferb carries vinegar with him, but I realize that those are the small mysteries of the world. Why bother to ask about them?"

"True that," Phineas agreed. "Now it's time to relax with some videogames."

Baljeet smiled. "That does sound good. Buford will-" His eyes widened with such horror that Phineas grew worried.

"What? What's wrong?"

"We left Buford at my place!" Baljeet shrieked. "We left him in my room. Alone. WITH MY STUFF!"

Baljeet raced off. The two brothers attempted to follow, but they were laughing too hard to catch up to the frantic Indian boy.

...

Candace, Perry and Buford were in the middle of watching a rather funny movie on Candace's laptop when the lights flashed on. Candace, still giggling from what had just occurred in the movie, got to her feet. "I guess those dorks fixed the problem. And that means you can go back and have your little sleepover."

"Yeah, the problem you caused." Buford grinned and quickly departed. He narrowly missed getting whacked in the head with a pillow from the sofa. Candace glared after the burly boy and slumped against the sofa.

"That was so not funny," she grumbled. She noticed Perry struggle to hold back a snicker and swatted him. "Stop it! Or you're sleeping outside tonight."

"Your threats no longer work." Perry grinned. "Considering I'll probably be cleaning out my own litter box from now own, I think I have grounds to annoy you whenever I feel like it."

"Are you sure you're on the good side?" Candace asked, but she smiled at the tease.

A knock sounded at the door and Candace got up with a groan. "If that's Buford, he's going to get it." She stormed towards the front door and wrenched it open. "Jeremy!"

"Hey, Candace." Jeremy rubbed his head and smiled softly at her. "I was at Coltrane's for band practice when the power went. I was walking home and the power came back on, so I thought I'd stop by."

"Well, it's nice to see you." Candace stood aside and Jeremy walked in. "I was just watching a movie. Would you like to join me?"

"I'd love to." Jeremy smiled. "I have a few hours before I have to be home."

They walked into the living room and Candace was slightly surprised to see Perry in mindless pet form. Oh yeah, Jeremy doesn't know.

Realizing that she would have to keep such a big part of her life away from her boyfriend disheartened her a bit. She kept the smile on her face as she sat on the sofa beside Jeremy. The blonde boy smiled and set Perry in his lap. "Hey, buddy. How's my favourite platypus?"

Perry chattered.

"Hey. Candace?"

"Yeah, Jeremy?"

"I know this a weird thing to ask, but do you know what I did a few days ago? For some reason, I feel like there's a gap in my memory."

Candace bit her lip. "Uh, I'm not sure. I was...pretty busy this week."

Perry turned his head away so Jeremy wouldn't see him grin.