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No Such Thing as Peace Anymore

In the Second Dimension

Heinz Doofenshmirtz pulled the stolen car to a stop by his abandoned building. His one eye roamed the grounds, and he could see the shadows of policemen patrolling through the dusty windows. He smirked. "They may have the manpower, but I know this building inside and out."

He cautiously exited his car, keeping alert. He crossed the empty street and snuck around the base of the building. Sirens erupted somewhere in the distance and he knew that he didn't have much time before his building would be surrounded.

"Here we are," Heinz muttered, coming upon a clump of bushes beside the building. He uprooted them, revealing a secret trap door. He yanked it open and climbed inside, doing his best to arrange the bushes to hide the secret entrance before closing the door again.

A steel ladder led the aspiring dictator to his basement. A camera rotated in his direction and Heinz used his watch laser to zap the lens before it caught him on tape. Heinz looked around at the various crates stacked against the cement walls. His basement used to serve as a weapons vault, but apparently the O.W.C.A. had done some spring cleaning during his time in prison.

"Not a problem." Heinz grinned and melted the locks on the crates. "Let's see what we have here...this Paralyzing-Inator-Ray (P.I.R.) should get me to the penthouse." He laughed. "And boy, will these fools be in for a surprise once I get there."

Heinz jogged up the stairs and threw open the door. The cop who was guarding whirled around. "Hey! What are you-?"

Heinz shot him with the P.I.R. The cop crumpled to the ground and Heinz stepped over his limp body. Deciding that using the elevator might not be a good idea, he charged up the stairwell. Floods of cops came down from the top floor, guns swinging.

Now, another reason why Heinz was more successful than his counterpart was because he had agility skills and coordination that First Dimension Heinz lacked.

And his aim wasn't so bad either.

Cops fell like flies, and with a keen eye (and perhaps a lot of luck) the bullets whizzed past Heinz's shoulder. With a victorious cackle Heinz knocked out the last cop guarding his penthouse and charged inside. "I'm on fire, baby!"

He could hear the helicopter circling his building. Red and blue lights flashed through his windows as cars clogged up the streets outside. But he was not concerned.

"There's also one thing I have that my idiot counterpart doesn't." Heinz smirked and walked over to his portrait. With a grunt he hefted the picture off the wall, revealing a small square safe. He dialed the combination.

"OPEN UP!" someone roared from the other side of the door. "THIS IS THE POLICE! YOU'RE SURROUNDED!"

"And that one thing I have," Heinz grinned as he removed a small remote from the safe, "is smarts."

He pressed the red button and crossed his arms as the door was knocked over. Dozens of cops poured in, guns pointed. "Drop your weapon!" the chief ordered.

"Whatever you say, officer." Heinz tossed the P.I.R. carelessly to the tiled ground.

The chief regarded him suspiciously. "Move in, men, but be careful-"

Startled screams erupted from outside. Before the chief could make a move the windows exploded in a shower of glass and a dozen Normbots filed in.

"It's not possible!" the chief exclaimed, backing up hurriedly.

Heinz watched with satisfaction as his Normbots detained the cops. "My original army was defeated, yes. The few dozen that are currently oppressing your men outside and in here are merely backups that I had stored in the warehouses by the city limits. But none of you even thought I had a backup army, did you?"

The fear in their eyes made Heinz grin widely.

Oh yeah, he was back, baby!

...

Unaware of the return of Heinz Doofenshmirtz, Candace adjusted her dark sunglasses as she watched her brothers play in the front yard with their new friends Isabella, Buford and Baljeet. They bonded surprisingly quickly after the overthrow of their ruler and her brothers now attempted to build the things their First Dimension selves did.

"Hey, Candace!" Phineas called. "Are you sure you don't want to help make Go-Karts with us?"

"I'm good," Candace assured her brother. Although she didn't completely approve of the things her brothers built, she wasn't going to rob them of the first fun they've had in years. So she would just standby, watch, and intervene if there was a serious chance anyone would get hurt.

A chatter sounded by her feet and Candace glanced down. "Hey, Perry." She gave his metallic head a pat and wondered once more what could have possibly happened to him. The only thought she had was that Doofenshmirtz had done something to their beloved pet, but she couldn't fathom why.

The girl lowered herself to the porch, grunting slightly as her jeans tightened against her legs. It had taken a lot of convincing from her brothers and Isabella to let go of her Resistance uniform and start wearing casual clothes, but she had done so. It was time to get used to the change, and she decided she was more than happy to do so.

BOOM!

Candace's head snapped in the direction of the explosion, her eyes narrowed. She was on her feet in an instant and the kids watched her with concern. "I'm sure it was nothing," Phineas tried to assure his older sister, who continued to be on edge thanks to her constant vigilance during the days of Doofenshmirtz's rule.

Candace lifted up her shades and squinted. Far off in the distance, she could see smoke curling up towards the darkening sky, and multiple glints of silver.

"Oh no!"

The cry of despair from her mother launched Candace into action. She ordered the kids inside and raced into the living room, where her parents were staring at the television screen in horror.

A pale-faced news reporter clutched his papers as he delivered the breaking news. "Heinz Doofenshmirtz, our former ruler, has escaped from prison just recently. He seems not to be letting any time to go to waste, as a small fleet of robots are slowly making their way through the Tri-State Area, suppressing anyone that dares interfere with their mission-"

Candace slapped the back of the sofa, anger and fear mixing in her stomach. Anger won over. "Those idiots! How could they let him escape so easily? They know he's clever!"

"I'm going to the basement!" Linda said shakily and retreated to her comfort zone. Lawrence simply sat there, stunned. Candace narrowed her eyes.

Okay, if Doof had a small backup army hidden away somewhere, then that means he's going to jump into action and he's going to do it fast.

"Go home quickly and stay there!" Candace barked to the horrified children that had gathered in the doorway. "Our first Resistance meeting will be tomorrow morning at dawn. Isabella, let the rest of the Firestorm Girls know, and make sure you do it secretly. I don't want any messages to be traced back to us."

Isabella, Buford and Baljeet saluted and ran out the door. Phineas and Ferb looked at Candace hopefully. "Does that mean us too?"

Candace regarded them critically. "You can come, but you stick by my side, and you listen. You don't do anything unless I specifically tell you to do so. Doofenshmirtz is not going to play around this time. He's going to act fast and violently."

"Are we in danger?" Phineas asked.

"No more so than anyone else. He doesn't know we're the ones who dismantled his operation here. If anyone will be in possible danger, it'd be the Firestorm Girls. They were there when that Monogram guy took him to prison. But they can take care of themselves, and they won't divulge any information."

Candace walked swiftly upstairs. She had some strategizing to do. She was not going to let that maniac take over again, and this time he wasn't going to do so with the upper hand. She was prepared this time.

"I really don't want to wear those Dooferalls again," Ferb commented solemnly.

Phineas looked around wildly. "Hey, where's Perry?"

...

Perry the Platyborg was not happy. In fact, he was the farthest from happy. Platyborg burst into the main O.W.C.A. headquarters, where agents were racing around jumbling files, conversing frantically and heading out to attempt to quell the small robot army.

Monogram was at the computer console with Karl, who was locking down the base.

Platyborg chattered angrily. Monogram winced. "Okay, I know what you're thinking, but we honestly couldn't see this coming! He knocked out Agent D, took our standard wristwatch communicator, and took off. And we were just about to contact you, I swear!"

Platyborg crossed his arms and glanced at Karl, who was flushed. "Sir, I'm securing every software, every entrance and every exit. But I don't think any of that will do any good against an army."

"Well, Doof isn't the only one who's got secret plans," Monogram said grimly. "I purchased an old abandoned factory under a false name a while ago. We're going to evacuate there and start making plans. Karl, make sure every piece of technology we have can't be traced."

Karl nodded. "You got it, sir."

"Agent P, you stay here and keep us updated. I know you can take care of yourself." Monogram slapped the red emergency button on the console. "Every agent will be called to our hidden base, and Doofenshmirtz won't have a clue."

Platyborg chattered. Monogram correctly interpreted his questioning chatter. "I suppose I should tell you where we're headed..."

Karl sensed the hesitance in his superior's tone. "Don't worry, sir. I updated Agent P's software so it's impenetrable for Doofenshmirtz to hack it."

Monogram nodded. "Alright. Our hidden base is going to be in Alabama. It's a heck of a journey, but so long as we pass the border Doof can't touch us. Let's get moving, Karl."

The intern nodded and locked down the system. "I'll go get the necessary supplies."

"Agent P? Be careful."

Platyborg smiled slightly and chattered, indicating for the Major to do the same. Monogram got the message. With a respectful nod he departed after Karl and Platyborg got ready to leave for home.

There was no way he was letting Doofenshmirtz win this round.