Well. Believe it or not, my original goal for this story was daily updates. Instead, I've gone three and a half months without adding a chapter. But either way, here's chapter two, in which the actual Phineas and Ferb characters are introduced. (I have pretty much the whole story planned out in my head right now. It's just a matter of writing it.)

Meanwhile in Danville, there was a stirring from inside the Flynn-Fletcher antique shop. After their rap musical based on the story of Anne Frank had opened to stunningly harsh reviews (one critic's words: "This, by far and away, was the most offensive crud ever staged, even before the flying saucers showed up."), Phineas and Ferb (and Perry) headed to the shop to see if they could find a more appropriate inspiration.

"Hey, look at this!" shouted Phineas. "A medieval chart used for determining whether or not someone is a werewolf!" The brothers exchanged a half-second glance, before Phineas said "Nah."

Their father, Lawrence, who was tending the shop, turned in their direction and said "What's wrong with werewolves?"

"Oh, nothing," said Phineas, his eyes drifting across the walls. "We just don't feel like doing something with werewolves today. Let's see… Atari cartridges, Winchester rifles…" Phineas frowned. "A fossilized My Little Pony doll! Do you realize what this means? Someone's been messing with the space-time continuum!" There was a pause, and then, "Probably just Buford."

Lawrence couldn't hold a chuckle.

"Hey!" Phineas's exclamation came as a shock to neither in the room. "I know what we're gonna do today! We're gonna become time police!" He imitated a movie-trailer voice: "Roaming the timestream weeding out the weediest of criminals for the weediest of crimes – and if you won't face them, you'll have to face the platypus!"

Silence.

"Yes, Dad, there are worse crimes out there than leaving a My Little Pony doll in dinosaur times. Now off to the museum!"

But just as Phineas opened the door to leave the antique shop, someone else entered, shouting "Help! Help!" The middle-aged woman had a British accent.

Lawrence turned. "What is it?"

At this point, the woman said one of the strangest things the boys had heard all summer – and that was saying a lot. "A giraffe ate my bra!"

Before Phineas and Ferb could react to this development, a new one emerged. Lawrence turned stiff, his eyes began to glow bright red, and he spoke in a non-normal monotone: "Agent Raventooth activated. Where is my commander?"

"I am your commander," the woman replied.

"Why have you activated me?"

"Come with me and I will tell you. It is not safe to tell you in the presence of," she motioned in Phineas and Ferb's direction, "civilians." And with that, Lawrence left with the mysterious woman.

Phineas stated the obvious: "Well, that was odd." Neither him nor his brother had any clue what to make of this.

Meanwhile, Perry sneaked away about as nonchalantly as he could.