A/N: Oops, forgot this part for the first time I posted! But it's here now :) anyway, sorry I'm so late for this posting, I caught a stomach bug on the day I intended to post. That kind of puts a damper on writing ;)
Also, special thanks to ayahsad167 for beta-ing this chapter! Hopefully it's more readable this time.
And thanks to all whose who read and especially to those who reviewed!
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't create Phineas and Ferb. Otherwise this would be an episode :)
Ferb confidently strolled into his home, his mind bursting with thoughts. He quietly contemplated ideas and strategies for their upcoming plan to save the world (or at least the Tri-State Area). And while a brain bursting with activity was perfectly normal for the British boy, he soon encountered something peculiar.
As he reached the point at which he usually began to ascend the stairs, he was met with a regular looking green couch. The stairs were simply not there.
As Ferb looked around the room in confusion, he noticed the stairs, sitting at the opposite end of the room. He shook his head as if to clear it, and decided he was still confused from the very disorienting trip through dimensions. He quickly climbed the stairs and opened the door to his bedroom. However, someone was already there.
The first thought that ran through his head was;
"This is NOT our dimension."
Doofenshmirtz was contemplating cream cheese. It was strange how cream cheese was still called 'cheese' even though it didn't look or taste much like cheese at all. It was like sour cream! Ok, maybe the cream part made sense, but the sour? Sour cream wasn't sour by any definition of the word! Sour cream isn't even a proper word anyway. It's like….a condiment! Condiment is a word that could be used for ketchup or…dressing! Hey, that could be a good evil plan! And evil dressing…inator. But what would it do? Hmm…
Suddenly he was interrupted by a familiar chatter from Perry.
"Doomkoff!" he slapped his head. He needed to stop digressing! Digressing…Di..gressing…Diiiigrrrreeeessssiiiinnnn nggggg….that's it! Digressing, the EVIL Dressing! And it would make everyone digress so much they would be too busy to stop him from taking over the entire Tri-State Area!
Doof let out a loud maniacal laugh as Perry led him to the closest secret passageway. Perry raised his eyebrows at Doofenshmirtz. Doof defensively replied,
"Don't you dare judge me, Perry the Platypus! I can't plan evil brainstorms!" Perry rolled his eyes as he felt the side of the gutter for a secret panel. He pressed it, and Perry quickly shot down a clear plastic tube. When Doofenshmirtz attempted to enter, however, he immediately got stuck, his unusually large nose wedging between the side of the tube.
"HEEEELLPP! HELP! HELP! PERRY THE PLATYPUS!" Doofenshmirtz began shrieking hysterically, his screaming a bit impaired from the awkward position his nose was in.
Perry looked exasperated but deftly pulled suction cups from his hat and used them to climb back to the flailing Doof. Perry used a small amount of butter to free Doofenshmirtz's nose, which sent him careening down the tube with a "Thank You, Perry the Platypus!" replacing his usual curse. Perry quickly followed, but instead of reaching his usual headquarters, Perry and Doof were faced with an unusual sight indeed.
Phineas rushed to the Garcia-Shapiro home, desperate for Isabella to give him the breath of sanity she always gave him, which at this point, he desperately needed. He rang the doorbell, feeling surprisingly nervous.
"What is wrong with me? I need to focus on stopping Doofenshmirtz and forget about Isabella for a while!" And yet, there he was, standing on her doorstep.
Suddenly, the door opened. Ms. Garcia-Shapiro was there, but what really shocked Phineas was her bright orange hair. He started to ask if she had dyed it when she interrupted him.
"Phineas? I thought you were upstairs! Still it seems like such a long time since I've seen you! You've grown so tall and you're such a handsome boy! I'm sure you know that, though, Isabella's –" Phineas interrupted at this point.
"Where is Isabella, Ms. Garcia-Shapiro? May I speak to her?"
Ms. Garcia-Shapiro smiled and said, "Of course, Phineas, she's in her room. Though I thought you were with her…" she looked confused for a second, then shook it off, inviting him inside.
Phineas raced upstairs, desperate to see the face he had longed for most these past hours. He burst open the door to Isabella's pink plastered room. And he stopped short.
Phineas realized then and there that he had been wrong earlier. It was indeed possible to be more shocked than he already was. Way more so.
For in the middle of the room stood Isabella, sharing a passionate kiss with none other than Phineas himself.
A/N: Cliffhanger! *evil laugh*
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