AN: My dialogue will be in bold.

Just so you know, I am a furry. Specifically, a highly-anthropomorphized Brachiosaurus. My studio, Nerdinator Studios, where my fanfictions are produced by the actual characters from the show, is staffed by other dinosaur furries. Read my profile for more info.

Also, in my universe, making fanfictions is a profitable business venture, and chapters are delivered to subscribers like newspapers are.

Isabella walked up to the gate. She swung the door open and said, "Whatcha do-OW!" she shouted as the door swung shut, whacking her in the crotch.

"CUT! You okay, Isabella?" I asked.

Isabella groaned in pain.

"Someone get her an ice pack!" Carrie, the Futalognkosaurus furry who directs my Phineas and Ferb fanfics, called to the stage hands.

"Not to worry, Phineas," Lawrence said, "I remembered what day it was this time, so you won't have to reunite any old blands."

He immediately realized what he just said. "Did I say blands?"

Phineas and Linda began laughing.

"CUT!"

"Hey...I didn't notice you there. What's wrong?" Candace asked. She dropped the binoculars on her foot. She grimaced.

"CUT!"

"Medic!" Carrie yelled.

"Let's turn it on. Why don't you do the honors, Ferb?" Phineas asked.

Ferb took his shirt off.

"That's not what I meant!"

"CUT! Ferb, this is rated K+," I said.

"You have to be at least thirteen to be on the site," Ferb retorted.

"You don't have to be at least thirteen to read what's on it!"

"Um, sir?" Jetpack (from my Grossology fanfic Many Mutations. Read it. It's not complete, but it's awesome) asked, interrupting the scene where Phineas got saddened by his inability to finish Cupidtron.

"CUT! Jetpack, wrong fanfiction."

"I know," the robot said. "It's about the other fanfic company. They're called EvilCo because, well, it turns out they're evil and want to destroy us for being more popular."

"Well that's petty, but still not good..."

"Also they set the cafeteria on fire."

"WHAT?!"

"The name is Flynn," Susanna said, shaking Phineas' hand. "Susanna Flynn."

"Can you die from having your whole body painted gold?" Buford asked.

"Not unless the paint contains some sort of topical poison..."

"CUT! Not the time for a James Bond review, Buford."

"Let's see...there's Atlantis, and another undiscovered continent..." Susanna said as she rummaged around in her packet of infinite space.

She froze. "Amelia Earhart?"

"Hi there!" Amelia Earhart responded.

"CUT!"

Susanna belched. "Sorry. Last night was taco night."

Tacos fell from the ceiling.

"CUT!"

"What the-" Susanna spotted a tacos-fall-from-the-ceiling-inator. "DOOFENSHMIRTZ!"

Buford, Baljeet, and Ferb just laughed.

"I hate not being in this fanfiction," the evil scientist from a nonexistant country complained.

"So sparticles aren't small particles, but supersymmetric partners to conventional particles, and they're a component of dark matter?" Phineas was asking.

"Correct," Susanna replied. "And someone got it wrong," she added, glaring at Doofenshmirtz, who was now sitting in what would be the audience box.

"Why do you blame me?! When the canon writers made 'Mom's Birthday', they didn't check their facts! They NEVER checked their facts!" Doofenshmirtz snapped.

"CUT!" I yelled, not wanting this argument to erupt into a brawl.

"So Phineas, you're not dating her?" Isabella asked, referring to Susanna.

"Excuse me while I vomit," Baljeet said, doing so.

"CUT!" I grabbed a phone from the wall and dialed one of the janitors. "Zeke, barf cleanup on stage one."

"Aw, man! Not again," the Ziapelta furry replied from the other end.

Buford shoved Baljeet into Cupidtron. He did it too hard, though, and Baljeet hit his head on Cupidtron's screen.

"CUT!"

"I got this, Dad invents healing cubes in the future," Susanna said, reaching into the packet of infinite space and pulling out a pale blue cube, which she placed over Baljeet's head. Floating in midair, the device began to undo the damage of what may have been a concussion.

"You're kidding me," Ferb said. "I've been over Vanessa for months. Don't you remember last spring?"

"Yeah, but the creators made it canon."

"They also made me eight years younger than Vanessa."

"Oh, right. That was gross. I mean, you ARE actually thirteen, but still, you guys aren't exactly compatible."

"CUT! But you're absolutely right, guys. They should have made a new character to serve as Ferb's love interest," I said.

"Too bad Lizzy won't be able to show up until the next installment of The Continuing Adventures of Phineas and Ferb," Isabella commented.

"I can hear you, you know," the female, blond OC said from what would be the audience box.

Susanna pulled out a microphone and turned it on. It let out a very high-pitched noise. Everyone (even us dinosaur furries) covered their ears.

"Sorry!" Susanna said timidly.

"CUT!"

"Tommy and Kelly, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" The older kid laughed evilly, then began to cough, startling the toddlers (including young Phineas).

"CUT!"

"You need some water, Brock?" Carrie asked.

"That's not helping," Phineas said.

He burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, it's just, her expression is hilarious."

"CUT!" I said, before cracking up myself.

"It would have messed up the plan had everyone besides Mom also known she was my mom." Susanna paused. "Wait, what?"

Everyone started laughing.

"CUT!"

"Hey guys, I'm back," Perry said, trotting into the yard.

Everyone stared at him.

"Oops. Forgot to turn on the translator," Perry said.

"CUT!"

AN: And that's all, folks. See you next fanfic! ~T. Nerdinator.