I'm sleepy…. -_-

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Sunsetofdoom-neesan wrote something to go with this chapter. With her permission, I'd like to put it up as the bonus chapter. THE bonus chapter, by the way.

Neither of them said or did anything for awhile. Perry eventually turned to look at the person, although he already knew who it was.

Somehow, though, he looked older than when they last "spoke". Had Doofenshmirtz really aged that much in the last few months?

The man nodded. "I see. Then you've reversed the effects…"

Perry glared at him. He had no idea what his nemesis was doing at the hospital where his child… almost his child, he reminded himself… was staying, but he didn't care. He knew a threat when he saw one, and he was looking at one right at that moment.

"Calm, yourself, Perry the non-Platypus," said Doofenshmirtz. "I've actually come to ask you for help. You see, I am from the future, and…"

Perry rolled his eyes, unimpressed.

"Okay, you're… You're not buying it, are you? That's okay, too. Because I have proof."

Perry was still unimpressed.

At that moment, the two Ferbs walked in, fully expecting to see only Perry. F blinked for a moment, then frowned.

"Ah, Agent F!" said Doofenshmirtz. "How nice to see you here… But what are you doing in the past?"

"Well… If it isn't the King of the Waste," scoffed F. "If you must know, I'm fixing your errors."

Dr. D chose to ignore the last statement. "See? He can vouch for me! I had a PowerPoint made, but… you know, this works too! Oh, is that yourself in the past? Look at you! You were so young and…"

Ferb made a face. Was he for real?

"Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked."

"You're damn right," said F. "What are you doing here? And anyway, I thought you were dead."

"No, no," replied Dr. D. "I was just locked away."

F smirked. "By who? An asylum. About bloody time."

"By Vanessa."

Ferb growled. "Will you all stop saying that? There's no way that Vanessa would EVER do anything you all CLAIM that she did, so-"

"She didn't."

Group pause.

Doofenshmirtz shrugged. "Or, at least, not the real Vanessa."

F raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you saying?"

"Let me explain. I was working on an AI unit that would assist me in the ruling of the world, since… Vanessa wouldn't help me. And it was very good at its job, too. Until…"

"Until?"

The man sighed. "One day, it decided that I wasn't fit to be its master. It took on the form of Vanessa, and even had me fooled, until it locked me in my own basement. I just now managed to escape, but… I still have no idea what it did with Vanessa."

F sighed. "Right. And now I suppose a flock of sheep are going to run by-"

At that moment, as if to prove a point, at least twenty white sheep ran past them, causing Perry and Ferb to stare in shock.

"…Alright, sheep. But what about-"

A llama jogged by, struggling to keep up with the sheep.

"…"

"…You were going to say llama, were-"

"Yes. Never mention this again."

"Right."

"…Was that Sebastian?"

F shook his head. "ANYWAY. You're coming with me. All three of you."

"Where are we going?"

"Doofenshmirtz Evil, Inc."

Ferb sighed. "And I don't suppose you're planning on telling me what that is, either."

"You'd be right."

"Of course."

0-0-0

"Ohhh, you two are back?" asked the present Doofenshmirtz.

F sighed. "We're here to use your time travel device-"

"Time travel-inator," he corrected.

"Yes, inator, whatever. We're using it."

"You know… You could say please…"

"I know!" said a voice. "He's so RUDE! Even in the future!"

Doofenshmirtz blinked to see who it was. "Is that…" he gasped. "It IS! Future me! Are you back so soon?"

"Back?" Future D asked. "What do you mean back? I just got here."

Present D frowned. "No you didn't. You were here about two weeks ago. You told me to build the Destroy-everything-in-sight-inator."

"Oh no…" F sighed. "Vanessa..."

Ferb glared at him. "Not Vanessa," he corrected.

"Oh, so you're believing him, a deranged evil scientist, over an older, wiser version of yourself?"

"No, I just highly doubt that Vanessa would-"

"Uh…"

The two turned, obviously irritated from being drawn from their argument. "WHAT?"

"May I ask what you two are talking about?"

F sighed. "I can't believe I'm about to ask this… Would you ever plan to build an evil robot to help you rule the world?"

"Actually…" said Doof, thinking it over. "I was just working on one of those."

"…What?"

0-0-0

"Well… We have to go get them eventually."

Vanessa nodded. "One of these days. Where do you think they'd be?"

Phineas shrugged. "I don't know."

"Then…"

"Let's go find him. Them. Uh…" Phineas nodded. "Yeah." He started to get up.

"Whoa, wait," said Vanessa. "Should you be getting up?"

"I feel okay…" Phineas blinked. "So… what's the problem?"

Vanessa sighed. "Your brother's going to have a bitch fit when he finds out about this… Okay. Just… take it easy."

"'kay."

0-0-0

"So… I should destroy the AI?" asked Doof after having the entire situation explained to him.

"That would be the best idea," Ferb stated, with Perry nodding beside him.

"If we destroy it in the present…" Doof started.

"…then the future will be repaired, and not only that, but none of this will have ever happened," F finished. "Of course."

Future Doof nodded. "That… Just might work."

"But don't think that means that I won't be working on a new evil scheme next week!"

"Of course," sighed F.

"So we'll destroy the robot from the present-"

"Sorry, but I deem that impossible."

They all looked up to see a brunette woman in her mid thirties dressed in a tight black trench coat.

"Vanessa?"

"No…" said Ferb. "You're not Vanessa. Are you?"

"You're the AI."

The woman let out a sharp laugh. "Well, then. You've finally figured it out. Good for you!"

F glared at her… it. "We're going to destroy you. It's all over."

"I would advise against that." The machine smirked. "That is, if you want your darling Vanessa to live."

F grabbed it by the collar, raising it a good few inches off the ground to meet his own height. "Where are you keeping her?"

"Where?" It giggled. "My system is directly linked to her brain. Destroy me, and you kill her."

"Damn you…"

At that moment, the Doofs snuck off to find the machine and dismantle it.

F threw the machine against a wall, to have it lay there for a few seconds. "Get the fuck up," he commanded. He kicked it a few times, with no response. He turned around, deciding that it was over.

Suddenly, a metal tentacle shot out from the machine, missing F by mere inches.

"Now now… It won't do to make a lady wait, will it?"

Then the fight was on.

0-0-0

"This place is your dad's?" Phineas asked.

"Yeah…" Vanessa sighed.

"So… You were the ever-ominous SHE…"

"Huh?"

"Oh… Never mind." Phineas stopped walking, wincing slightly. "Ow…"

"You okay?" asked Vanessa.

Phineas nodded.

"You're sure?"

Another nod.

"Because I am NOT getting chewed out by John Lennon if you get hurt. Capiche?"

"Capisco."

"…."

Innocent blink.

Vanessa sighed. "Okay then."

0-0-0

Perry tried helping in the fight, but F had already claimed it. It went on for a while, man against wretched machine, without any outside forces. Metal tentacles were springing from the AI, and the other two were constantly having to dodge them for fear of being impaled. It was for that reason Ferb was glad that…

"…Ferb?"

"…Damn it, Phineas…"

Both Phineas and Vanessa were standing there, much to Ferb's irritation.

"What's going on?"

"PHINEAS, GET OVER HERE!"

But it was too late for warnings. Phineas had to narrowly dodge a few tentacles, running to his brother. At one point, he fell, crying out loudly upon impact with the floor. Ferb acted on instinct, dropping on all fours and scurrying like a wild animal over to Phineas.

Phineas was curled into a tiny ball on the floor. Ferb shook him gently by the shoulders. "Hey… Are you alright?"

"Ow…"

'Ow?' In that situation? From Phineas? Ferb's heart was gripped with fear. Not a second time… Please, God, not a second time… "Are you hurt?"

"A… Maybe-oww...!" Phineas doubled over again, shuddering with the pain. Tears were forming in the corners of his clenched eyelids.

Ferb turned his brother as slowly and gently as possible into his own lap to get a better look at him. What he saw… wasn't exactly pleasant.

All of Phineas's left side was soaked with blood.

Ferb panicked. "What happened? Did you get hit?"

Phineas shook his head. "I-I don't think so…"

Perry fell to his knees next to the other two, along with Vanessa who had caught up.

Vanessa sighed. "I think a few of his stitches came loose when he fell."

Ferb sighed. "Of course…"

"Please, Ferb… Don't blame Vanessa. It was m-my idea, and sh… o-ow…"

Ferb shushed his brother. "I'm not mad. You're in pain. That's my focus now." He ruffled the mop of red hair.

F had also been distracted by his brother's injuries, and by turning to look, left himself wide open for the machine to fling him against the wall with a single, slender metal arm. F coughed, spitting a generous glob of red blood, and slumping over, unconscious.

The others took no notice, until they watched the machine turn and charge at them. Ferb cursed under his breath, snatched the gun from Perry's holster (much to Perry's surprise), and stood up, challenging the machine.

Its face turned up into a catlike grin, and sent tentacles to meet Ferb. But no one noticed, until it was too late, that it had changed their direction to point at Phineas.

Ooooooooh-*shot by Ferb*

Me: WHY DID I LET YOU HAVE A GUN?

Ferb: *shrugs* -3-

Me: GAH! MY SHOULDER IS BLEEDING!

Vanessa: Shut up and take it like a man.

ADVENTURE TIME WITH SEBASTIAN AND STAN

Episode 3

"Brother! Brother!" called Sebastian excitedly, waving his arms in a manner not unlike that of a deranged pelican.

"What what?" asked Stan, turning around…

…and almost immediately wishing that he hadn't. His jaw dropped. "Seb."

"Uh-huhhhh…?"

"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE ALL THESE SHEEP DOING HERE?"

Surrounding them was at least twenty white sheep and one llama.

"I thought we could use them for food…" said Sebastian innocently.

"FOOD?" Stan sighed, placing a hand over his face. "Never mind why. What I wanna know is, who let you let cattle in here?"

Sebastian pouted. "Why won't you let me have sheep, Stan?"

"WHY? This is a hospital!" cried Stan. "You can't let animals go running around in a hospital!"

"I just DID…"

"…What?"

And the entire flock was charging through the hall, knocking over nurses, trying to eat every potted plant in their wake, with the one chubby little llama toddling along behind.

"SEBASTIAN!" growled Stan.

"They have to GRAZE…"

"Go catch them. NOW."

Sebastian crossed his arms. "I don't like your tone."

Stan snapped from his usually calm demeanor, yelling at his brother with the most angry and intimidating face he could have possibly made. "SEBASTIAN OLIVER SCHULTZ IF YOU DON'T GET THOSE SHEEP OUT OF HERE I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS SO HARD YOU'LL BE BLOWING PIECES OF MY BOOT OUT YOUR NOSE! IS THAT CLEAR?"

Sebastian ran to catch up to the sheep without another word.

Stan sighed. He hated yelling at the boy, but sometimes it was the only way to get through to him. Ferb never yelled at Phineas. But then again… Ferb also had it much easier than Stan. Phineas was so polite and cute, while Sebastian…

…was the sort of person who would let sheep loose in a hospital.

Stan felt a migraine coming on.