Me: Okay, before ANYONE asks, I did NOT lock Phineas in the closet this time.

Maple: This time she locked him in the shed!

Me: Thank you, Maple, for making my point.

Maple: I'm the new co-host!

Me: Yes, yes you are. At least for now.

Maple: So… you gonna tell them who the mystery man is?

Me: Maybe, maybe not.

Phineas: *stomps in, covered in dirt and spider webs* Alright, who locked me in the shed! Red…

Me: Who, me? Why would I do such a thing? That's, uh, horrible!

Phineas: *scowls* Besides that shed needs cleaning out, there's like 5000 spider webs in there.

Maple: You do realize we have readers who want to read the actual story, right? You have procrastinated too much already!

Me and Phineas: Oh, oops. Sorry!

Me: I own no one, except Maple.

Maple: WHAT? SINCE WHEN DO YOU OWN ME?

Me: Since I created you. Anyway, enjoy.

As the four kids made there way over to the punch table, two men snuck into the backyard and hid behind a bush.

"You sure this'll work? I mean, the odds that you miss or something are very likely, actually." One of the men, Doofenshmirtz, inquired.

"Of course it'll work, it's foolproof! I, unlike you, know exactly what I'm doing." The other one growled. Doofenshmirtz rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I know what I'm doing! Probably better than you anyway." He muttered.

"I heard that, you know. I'm not deaf. " The stranger declared. He noticed Phineas and his friends walking over to he punch table. "Ah, look. Here they come now."

"Who?" Doofenshmirtz inquired.

"Shh! They'll hear you." The mysterious man growled. Doofenshmirtz scowled.

"Whatever." He muttered.

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"We have fruit punch, lemonade, and orange juice. So help yourself!" Phineas declared. Maple immediately reached for the lemonade.

"Lemonade's my favorite! That's what I'm having!" She informed the others.

"Dibs on the fruit punch!" Isabella called, grabbing a cup. Ferb simply pointed at the orange juice and retrieved a cup for himself.

"Alright, and I will have some fruit punch as well." Phineas decided. He reached for his cup. They each poured themselves some of their preferred beverage.

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From behind the bush, the two unwelcome guests watched patiently. The unidentified man smirked.

"Perfect." He stated. He aimed his ray-gun. Doofenshmirtz frowned.

"Hope you have good aim if youre going through with this." He advised. The other man grinned deviously.

"Don't you worry." He assured, before activating his ray-gun.

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"Cheers to Perry!" Phineas exclaimed, holding up his cup. The others raised theirs as well.

"Yay, Perry!" The three other preteens cheered. They brought their beverages down. Out of nowhere, a ray came and hit Phineas' drink. Unfortunately, none of the kids noticed. They each took a sip of their drink.

"Great punch, Phineas!" Isabella complimented.

"Really? I thought it tasted a little strange. " Phineas observed. He grimaced to make his point. "It made my stomach hurt a little."

"Maybe you have a cold." Maple suggested. "That would explain the stomach ache and odd taste."

"Yeah, maybe." The red-headed inventor shrugged. "I might as well finish it. Don't wanna waste punch."

"It does seem suspicious." Ferb mentioned. The others stared at him for a moment.

"Bro, I think you read too many murder stories." Phineas decided. "Maple's probably right."

Ferb scowled, but quickly shrugged it off. After all, it was better if Maple was right.

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"YES! It worked! It worked! YES! Ha-ha! I told you it would work!" Doofenshmirtz's companion celebrated. Doofenshmirtz rolled his eyes.

"You don't KNOW it worked. For all you know it DIDN'T work." He reminded his friend.

"That's right. The effects won't show until later. But trust me, it WILL work!" His friend cackled. He wore a murderous, almost insane, grin.

"No offense, but I think you've lost it." Doofenshmirtz informed him. The man frowned.

"Offense taken." He muttered. "I'm NOT crazy!"

"Sure…" Doofenshmirtz rolled his eyes. "Of course you're not."

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"Are you sure I'm sick?" Phineas whined. "Because I HATE being sick!"

"Yes, Phineas, we're SURE you're sick." Isabella assured. She hated seeing her crush upset, but she couldn't lie to him.

"I'd rather be sick than poisoned." Ferb stated. The others groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Please, Ferb, you have GOT to stop reading those murder stories." Phineas muttered. Isabella nodded.

"Yeah. And no more CSI or whatever that show is!" She added.

"Well, it is a plausible theory." Maple declared. "Do you have any enemies?"

"Not that I know of." Phineas stated. Maple frowned.

"Exactly. None that you know of!" She declared. Perry refrained form rolling his eyes at the superstitious teenager. Maple caught this, and frowned. "What?"

"You realize it's highly unlikely that Phineas has any enemies, right?" Isabella declared. "He's the most popular kid in Danville."

"Well maybe his enemy isn't from Danville. Or at least this Danville." Maple smirked, glad she had thought of something.

"What are you getting at?" Phineas asked suspiciously, though he had a feeling he already knew.

"Alternate dimension." She stated simply. Perry, Phineas, and Ferb's eyes widened.

"You mean…" Phineas started. Maple cut him off.

"Yep." She confirmed. "I think he poisoned you."

"But… he was thrown in jail!" Phineas countered. "And besides, why are you suddenly onboard with Ferb's poisoned theory?"

"Well, I… uh, I thought it might be right! Yeah." Maple stuttered nervously. "That's it."

"And besides, how likely is it for an evil scientist from another dimension- whom, may I add, was arrested TWO YEARS AGO- to come and poison Phineas?" Ferb pointed out.

"Very unlikely." Maple sighed in agreement. "I hate to admit it, but your right."

"And… that rules out the poison thing, because Phineas does NOT have enemies." Ferb concluded. "It's practically impossible to not like Phineas! Ask Isabella."

"I agree! I mean, he's so nice, and sweet and cute and HANDSOME…" Isabella sighed, as she got a dreamy look on her face. Then, she caught what she was saying. "Uh, I mean, um… forget I said anything."

"Nice save." Ferb joked sarcastically. Isabella glared at him. Maple giggled, then looked around the backyard. Some kids were leaving, shouting goodbyes as they strolled out the gate. She then glanced at Phineas. His skin was getting a pale tint to it.

"Not to alarm anyone, but poisoned or not, Phineas needs medical attention!" Maple pointed out. "He can't just have a cold, he wouldn't be THAT pale!"

The others whipped around to face Phineas. His skin was beginning to get a bluish tint to it. But what really alarmed them all was the fact that he was now laying unconscious on the ground.

Me: And that wraps up another chapter.

Maple: Oo, a cliffy!

Phineas: You make them wait this long, and you leave them hanging!

Me: My brother always did tell me I was evil.

Phineas: I bet you never locked HIM in the shed.

Me: No, I'd have to go outside. And besides, you're reaction was funnier.

Maple: Hope you liked! Reviews always welcome. Red loves to know when she needs to improve!