Beginning of Part 2
"Hey guys," Django said, entering the yard.
"You're just in time," Phineas said. "You're the next person on the list. Are you ready to do this?"
"Well...I kinda like this girl, and...I want to know if she's the right one for me."
"She might not be your true love," Phineas warned, "but if she is, tell her how you feel."
From somewhere else in the yard, Isabella cringed. "Keep your cool," Susanna cautioned her. "If you want this plan to work, you have to be patient."
"I hope you're right about that," Isabella growled.
Meanwhile Django had scanned one of his hairs. "Django Brown," Cupidtron bleeped, bringing up his profile. After a while it clicked, brought up the profile of a brown-haired girl, and bleeped, "Adyson Sweetwater."
Django was extremely happy at the result. "She's my true love! She's my true love! This is the happiest day of my life!"
"So I take it that she is the one you have a crush on," Baljeet commented.
"Hey, isn't that her?" Buford asked, pointing to somewhere across the street.
"It is! I'm gonna ask her out!" Django exclaimed, rushing across the street.
Susanna walked over to get a better look at the boy and the girl. "Weird," she said. "I feel like I know them somehow."
Across the street, Django caught up with Adyson. The latter was not in her Fireside Girls uniform (there wasn't a meeting that day), but in her casual clothing - green t-shirt and khakis.
"H-hey, Adyson," Django said. Adyson stopped walking and turned around. Django continued, nervous. "Um, I was wondering if you would like to catch a movie this Wednesday."
"You mean like a date?" Adyson asked.
"S-sure."
Adyson blushed. "Of course. I really like you, too." She hugged him. "Well, I gotta be getting home. Bye," she said, lady-waving him and walking off.
Django stood on the sidewalk, dumbfounded. But he soon came to his senses, and went home.
Back in the yard...
"Oh, that's right!" Susanna said. "They're Hector's parents. No wonder I felt like I knew them."
"Is Hector a friend of yours?" Buford inquired.
"Well..." Susanna said, blushing, "we've known each other for a long time, a-and we're really close."
"Ooh..." Isabella said, sauntering up to the red-faced redhead. "Looks like a certain time-traveller's got a crush on a certain artist's grandson."
"Touché."
Phineas was momentarily confused as to what just happened. But then he was back to normal. "So, Isabella, who's next?"
Isabella looked at her clipboard. "Baljeet, it looks like it's your turn now."
"It is? Oh my, I will have to procure the necessary DNA," Baljeet said. "Will I go for a mouth swab, or a blood sample, or - YEAUGH!"
That last part was because Buford, wanting to get this whole shebang over with, had shoved Baljeet into Cupidtron. The smaller boy had caught himself before his head could hit the screen or control panel, but the scanner found a good sample of DNA all on its own: it scanned his face.
"Baljeet Tjinder," Cupidtron bleeped, displaying his profile. Shortly afterwards it clicked, brought up the profile of a Japanese girl and bleeped, "Ginger Hirano."
"At least I will have some luck with girls," Baljeet said.
"What, were you expecting Paris Hilton?" Buford teased.
"No! That woman has no taste at all."
"Buford," Isabella said, "you're up."
"I got the perfect sample," Buford said, producing a small white object from his pocket. "The first baby tooth I ever lost."
Everyone else looked uneasy. Except for Susanna, who just calmly said, "Well, it does have DNA..."
Buford scanned it. "Buford von Stomm," Cupidtron bleeped, bringing up his profile. His profile picture depicted him sticking out his tongue. The machine loaded, clicked, brought up the profile of a black-haired girl in a turquoise beret, and bleeped, "Brigitte Renaux."
"Baljeet!" Buford snarled, whipping around to face the trembling boy. "Did you squeal?"
"Of course not! I did not tell anyone you used to date a French Fireside Girl." Immediately realizing what he just said, Baljeet smacked his forehead. "Dangit!"
"Aw, man," Buford said. "Now my reputation's gonna be ruined for sure."
"Au contraire, my burly friend," Phineas said. Buford turned to face him. "In your case," Phineas continued, "having a girlfriend would bolster your reputation, as you'd be seen as a valiant protector, not someone people would want to mess with."
"Yeah!" Buford said, standing taller now. "I would be intimidating!"
"And," Susanna added, "it would help other people too. For example, my best friend happens to be the daughter of you and her."
Buford fainted. And landed on top of Baljeet.
"Should've seen that coming."
"Get off me!" Baljeet exclaimed, struggling underneath Buford's girth.
"Sorry," Buford said, getting up. "Kid shock. How come that hasn't happened to you yet, Phineas?"
"I don't know who Susanna's mother is," Phineas explained.
"Oh, you will," Isabella said to herself.
"Huh?"
"Ferb!" Isabella said, panicking a little. "It's your turn now."
Ferb pulled out a green hair (somehow showing no emotion while doing so) and placed it over Cupidtron's scanner. "Ferb Fletcher," it bleeped, showing Ferb's profile. It processed, clicked, and there was now the profile of a blond-haired girl, with brown eyes and an indigo bow in her hair. "Elizabeth Howe," the machine bleeped.
"Lizzy? My old best friend from San Francisco?" Isabella asked.
"Seems like it," Susanna said.
"Wait. Wouldn't Cupidtron get an error message if it encountered foreign chemicals?" Baljeet asked.
"Yes," Susanna replied.
"So...Ferb's hair color is naturally green?!" Buford exclaimed.
"No duh."
Phineas patted Ferb's back. "Sorry your true love isn't Vanessa, bro," he said.
"You're kidding me," Ferb replied. "I've been over Vanessa for months. Don't you remember last spring?"
"Oh yeah...with the coffee tables and the giant flowers..."
Meanwhile, downtown...
"Thanks for not telling our dads about this, Perry," Vanessa said. She was with Monty at a take-out place.
Perry tipped his little fedora, then blasted off on his jetpack.
Pe-rry!
Back in the yard...
"Looks like we're done," Phineas said.
"Waitaminnit, lemme see that list," Buford said, snatching the clipboard out of Isabella's hands. He began to flip through the pages attached to it. "Stacy...Irving...Old Man Jenkins...we haven't found Phineas' true love yet! And he's the inventor."
"Well, I suppose we could do one more," Phineas said. "Besides, there is that musical number that plays when it scans its 100th person."
Phineas placed his hand over the scanner. Secretly, he was worried. He did not want the truth to come out.
Little did he know that Susanna was going to do just that.
AN: Next up - the song!
And BTW, I absolutely hate Ferbessa.
Ferb and Vanessa hate Ferbessa too.
Trust me. I asked them.