Oooh! Ferb is a growed-up… XD
I know we're eventually going to St. Louis, but I don't know when. I like riding the subway… Those of you who live in the city might hate it. But I live in the boondocks. The fact that I've even seen a subway is amazing. I remember the first time I got on one, when I was 9. I remember asking, "These ACTUALLY EXIST?"
There was a long silence within the group.
"…Ferb?" asked Isabella.
The older Ferb nodded. "Now, however, I'm known as Agent F."
No one in the group was really amazed that someone from the future was standing in front of them. The thing that was on their minds was… well…
"Cool!" exclaimed Phineas. "So you're from the future, huh? What's it like?"
"Are there really flying cars, or did the Jetsons lie to us?" asked Buford.
"Stop crowding, you guys!" said Isabella. She took the older Ferb off to the side, and whispered to him. "So… Where you're from… Do you have… like… A sister-in-law? Possibly someone in this yard?"
"…"
"Is that a… yes?"
"…"
"No?"
The older Ferb walked back to the others.
"Hey! You never answered me!"
"So what brings you here to the past, Ferb?" asked Phineas.
"Nothing good, that's for sure."
"What do you mean by that?"
F sighed. "At the end of this summer, the entire world will be at stake. All the countries of the earth will fall under a cruel dictatorship, and every major city will be a rundown wasteland, starting with Danville. We were all members of a secret underground intelligence agency-"
"Like the CIA?"
"No. Not like the CIA. Better."
"Oh… cool."
"After the agency was shut down, we started a rebellion against the evil empire."
"…And… How does that work out?"
F sighed. "I'm afraid we're losing the battle."
"That sucks," said Buford.
"More so than any vacuum cleaner known to man," agreed F, shaking his head.
"Then you're here to stop all that from happening?" asked Phineas.
He nodded. "I got here by using this."
On F's wrist was a watch. At a distance, it would appear just a normal digital watch, the kind one could find at a store. But a closer look would reveal that instead of just the hour and time, the face also displayed a day, month, and year.
"Cool…"
"Did you two invent it?" asked Baljeet.
F shook his head, grinning slightly. "You did."
Baljeet gasped and made a face like a fan girl who ran into Edward Cullen at Wal-Mart. "Really?"
F nodded. "Unfortunately… It only goes one way. To the past."
Buford flicked Baljeet. "FAIL."
"Oh, suck it! I do not see you making devices that can travel through time!"
"It's not that it couldn't have gone forward in time," corrected F. "Being stuck here is just… making sure that I can't just give up and leave. Not that I would, anyway."
"So how will you get home?" asked Isabella.
"I won't. If the past is corrected, then I'll cease to exist. Well… At least, the way I am now."
"So I'm helping my brother cease to exist... Something just doesn't sound right about that." Phineas shrugged. "Oh well."
"No," said F. "You're not helping."
"What? But…"
"None of you are. Kids like you could get hurt."
Buford frowned. "Man! People really do get boring with age."
"But… We've never been hurt doing stuff like this before," argued Phineas.
"I know. It's never too late to start."
"But… We're a team," said Phineas. "You can't just go and do this without me."
"Phin…"
"Please…" Phineas stared at his brother with sad puppy eyes. F sighed. There was no way he could ever say no to that face.
F patted his brother's head. "Alright. If it means that much to you."
"Really?"
"But be careful."
Isabella raised her hand. "If Phineas goes, I'm going!"
"And I will go, too!" said Baljeet.
Buford shrugged. "Eh. I got nothin' better to do."
F started to argue, but sighed, defeated. "Fine. You can all go."
"Yeah! Saving the world!"
"Yay!"
"Alright!"
F sighed, muttering something under his breath that sounded something like, "I hope Fireside Girls know first aid…"
"So… If you didn't want our help… Why did you come to see us?" asked Phineas.
F paused, then looked away. "Nothing. No reason."
"So… Where do we go first?"
"Doofenshmirtz Evil, Inc.," answered F.
"Doof… Huh?"
"That building in town that looks suspiciously like the side of our father's head."
Phineas nodded. "Oh…"
"That's where all the evil started." F pushed his shaded glasses on. "But first… We'll need to contact an associate of mine. He should be in this area now."
"Who is he?"
"Agent P."
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F led them to a large building surrounded by a barbed wire fence. It was an intimidating place.
"Where are we?" asked Phineas.
"This is where I work." F paused in thought. "Rather… Will work. Technically, I'm not supposed to be here yet."
"Is that why we're sneaking in?" asked Isabella.
"… Technically, it's not sneaking in. It's more like… breaking and entering."
"Isn't that illegal?"
"Yes. Yes it is. But it's also my profession."
"Oh."
F, Phineas, and Isabella continued on. Buford and Baljeet stayed behind a few paces.
"I wanna be a secret agent when I grow up!" exclaimed Buford happily.
Baljeet sighed. "How did I know you would say that?"
They found themselves in a busy lobby. People, along with (surprisingly enough) various animals, were hustling about with stacks of papers, phones, and fedoras.
"Where do we go from here?"
They eventually wandered into an empty room with a single chair in front of a large screen.
A ginger man with huge, nerdy glasses and a white coat ran up to them. "Excuse me. Are you all allowed to be in here?"
F shoved him aside and continued walking.
"Hey!" shouted the ginger. "You can't just-"
F took out a badge, shoving it in the man's face. The man looked more than a bit startled. "Take me to Agent P," F commanded.
"I'm sorry, but he's in a restricted-"
F cut him off with a cold glare. The other man jumped.
"S… sir!"
A middle-aged man with white hair and a thick moustache showed up on the screen. "Carl, what is it? I'm trying to watch The Young and the Restless…" He stopped, noticing the people watching. "Oh. Ahem. Hello."
"This guy wants to see Agent P, sir."
"I'm sorry, sir," said F. "It's a matter of life or death. The fate of the world rests with your decision."
"Hey, he's got an accent!" said the man on the screen excitedly. "That's really, really cool."
F sighed. "Please, sir. If you will, try to focus."
"Oh… Okay. Sorry." The man cleared his throat. "Are you part of The Agency?"
"I am."
"Huh. I've never seen you before. What division are you from?"
"Yours, sir."
"What's your name?"
"Agent F."
The white-haired man raised an eyebrow. "F? Carl!"
"There… aren't any F's in our records, sir."
F nodded. "That makes sense… I'm not from this time. I join this agency two years from now thanks to Agent P, an old family friend."
The man nodded. "I see now…" He grew serious. "You're working as a spy for Doofenshmirtz! Carl-"
"Sorry to interrupt, sir," said F, "but that is the single most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Why would I ever work for Doofenshmirtz?" He narrowed his eyes in hatred. "Him … He was ultimately responsible for my brother's death."
All the teens gasped. Phineas blinked, wide-eyed, in shock.
"…What?"
It's gotta suck to learn that you're gonna die. Like totally just suck. 0.o
I call our kittens P&F names. The orange one's Phineas, the white-ish gray one's Ferb, the gray one's Candace, the calico's Isabella, and the two fluffy black ones are Buford and Baljeet. The Buford one bites. Hard. DX
