Olivia: Okay, so since Des took it upon herself to upload the previous chapter, I didn't get to give my input.
Desirae: Your fault for leaving me alone with your laptop when I was bored.
Olivia: Yea thanks for that. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that chapter and I just want to thank the people who reviewed, PhoenixWormwood137 (Thanks, I tried to make it seem that way :D), Radar180, PhineasAndFerbFan114 (that part was actually inspired by my own little brother), thewolfstar, and, of course, Kelly of the midnight dawn, with a special thanks to Loonacticslover13 who reviewed chapters 1,2, and 3. And now without further adieu, the fourth instalment of Hostage Situation!
"So Dad, how are you going to find these children?" Norm asked as he swept dust and dirt under the rug. Dr. Doofenshmirtz was putting the final touches on his invention with an evil smirk on his face. He stopped and turned to the squirrel powered robot.
"I am not your father, Norm. I am tired of repeating myself. Anyway, in answer to your question, I can't wander around the streets trying to find these children because apparently that's 'creepy'. So, I'm going to use this invention to locate them for me." He stepped back and threw his arms out before his contraption.
"BEHOLD! The Hostage-Locate-Inator!" It was a large computer screen with a gigantic control panel underneath. Off to the side, was a helmet-headset combo, connected to the screen with an extension cord.
"You see, what I do is I put the helmet on and say the names of the person or people I want to find. Then, the computer runs through the addresses of people who have that name based on Danville's most recent census, and the prime candidates pop up on the screen. So in short, I say the name, addresses are found, and I search through and find the right place. You know it's a shame secret organizations aren't included in the census because then I could just get to Perry through OWCA. Meh, what can you do." He placed the helmet on his head and thought for a second.
"I should probably look for those two boys instead of the girl. After all, they're the ones who have a pet platypus and they have pretty unique names. Seriously, how much of a lucky break for me is that? Alright, let's do this. Find: Phineas and Ferb." For a few seconds, nothing happened. Dr. Doofenshmirtz furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Huh, I could have sworn something was supposed to happen by now."
"Have you tried plugging it in?"
Dr. Doofenshmirtz paused and looked behind him to see the plug wasn't in the outlet. Embarrassed, he walked over to plug it back in, but was yanked back by the helmet he was still wearing and hit the floor hard. He grumbled, took off the helmet and turned to the robot.
"Not one word, Norm. Not one word."
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"Okay Ferb, fire when ready." Phineas stepped back as Ferb aimed a remote with some kind of tiny satellite dish attached to the end at the ground and pressed a button. A beam of light hit the grass and numerical rating appeared on a small screen behind the dish. Ferb showed the result of the scan to Phineas.
"Huh, I guess it turns out the grass isn't always greener on the other side of the fence." He turned back to Ferb smiling, "Well, that served as a good way to warm up our minds, let's decide what we're really going to do today. Hey, where's Perry?"
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"Agent P, it seems Doofenshmirtz is up to something dastardly again. He bought enough materials to build a new –inator. We're not sure what it is or what it does, but we know that it's definitely a device made for evil purposes. So, go see what he's up to and put a stop to it. Good luck, Agent P."
Perry saluted the screen before dashing off to complete his mission. A jetpack ride later, he was at-
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
Perry burst through the window, somersaulted, and landed in his fighting stance, but something was off. He looked around. There was the -inator, some kind of giant screen with a helmet-headset attached to it, but where was his nemesis?
He heard his wrist-communicator beep. He brought it up into his field of vision to see Major Monogram's face on the display.
"Agent P, it seems Dr. Doofenshmirtz isn't at his headquarters, but I uh, guess you already figured that out. It seems that he hasn't been there for the past forty five minutes to an hour, but we failed to notice this because a certain rookie got some wires crossed." Somewhere off screen, Carl spoke.
"Sir, I already said I was sorry. When will you stop calling me a rookie?" Monogram turned to face the intern and replied with a stern tone.
"When you stop making rookie mistakes! Anyway, until we can locate his position, destroy the –inator and see if you can find some clue as to what his intentions are." Perry saluted and set out to do his job, despite the growing sense of foreboding he felt.
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Dr. Doofenshmirtz laughed as he and Norm in his car form pulled up to the house. Soon his plan would come to fruition. He stepped down and walked onto the property.
"Good luck, Dad!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz groaned and turned back to face Norm.
"Norm, I am NOT the father… of you. Wow, I really need to cut back on the daytime television, it's starting to mess with my head. Okay, I'll be right back." He made his way up the walkway and knocked on the front door. A teenage girl answered, who was semi-distracted by her cell phone.
"Yea, Stacy, just hold on a second," she looked Dr. Doofenshmirtz up and down before deadpanning, "Can I help you?" Dr. Doofenshmirtz smiled, trying to appear friendly.
"Yes, I'm Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz and I'm looking for Phineas and Ferb. Are they home?" The red head rolled her eyes and motioned to the backyard.
"Back there, and could you tell them to keep it down for the rest of the day? I have important things I need to get done and I don't need to be distracted by them," she put the phone back to her ear and began talking animatedly again.
"Yea, Stacy I'm back. Anyway, I was all like, uh huh, and then she was like, whatever, and then –" Doofenshmirtz didn't get to hear what happened next because the door slammed in his face.
"Huh, well that was rather rude. Ah well, time to execute my scheme." He headed off to the backyard to see the boys.
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"That's a good point, Ferb. I never thought about it that way before." Phineas turned to see someone approaching him and Ferb, "Oh, hey Dr. D! What are you doing here?" Dr. Doofenshmirtz approached the boys and waved.
"Hey fellas! I was just in the neighbourhood and I thought I'd just come and stop by. So, whatcha doin'?"
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Isabella sat bolt upright on her bus seat and looked around. She felt a disturbance, almost like…
"Okay, who asked my question?" The rest of the Fireside Girls looked around at each other before Adyson slowly raised her hand. Isabella crossed her arms.
"First you start making up patch names, now you steal my catchphrase. You're skating on thin ice, Adyson."
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Phineas shrugged, "Well, right now we're trying to figure out what to do today. So far, we're at a loss." Dr. Doofenshmirtz lit up as though he had a plan, or an idea.
"I know what you can do. You can help me with a little, ah what do the kids call it today, a little project of mine. Are you boys up for it?" Phineas smiled broadly at the prospect of a new project.
"Yea we could definitely help! What kind of project is it?" Doofenshmirtz rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Well, here's the awkward part, would you be willing to be taken hostage for the purpose of keeping a secret agent in a fedora from thwarting my evil schemes?" The brothers looked at each other then at Doofenshmirtz. After a brief pause, Phineas burst out laughing.
"Dr. D, that's too funny! You really have a great sense of humour." Doofenshmirtz laughed along with him.
"Yea, I know I do. But seriously, would you be my hostages?"
"Oh, you were serious? In that case, Ferb and I will have to say no."
"Hmm, I was afraid you would say that. Luckily, I came prepared. BEHOLD! The Knock-Out-Inator!" He took out a small button with an antenna pointed at the boys and pressed it. As soon as he did this, the boys dropped to the ground, unconscious.
Olivia: Dun dun duhhhhh!
Desirae: Well, the question in the summary was answered. Thank goodness, I can finally stop wondering.
Olivia: I can do without the sarcasm.
Desirae: Until next time...