I found out my ice cream was called 'Panda Paws' and legit had little chocolate bear paws in it. I bit the paws really hard, pretending the box said 'Panda Skulls' and screamed "DIE!" in my head.

…I'm insane, aren't I?

"Pinky the Chihuahua?" Poofenplotz read aloud, the tiny collar in hand. It read Pinky, but the small dog was nowhere in sight.

The woman starting digging and feeling around the snow, both hoping and dreading to find the Chihuahua's cold body. She found nothing, and after standing back up she started to examine the collar even more. It had a small button, the female scientist noticed and she clicked it open. A small picture showed, one of a baby chihuahua and a very young black haired girl.

Poofenplotz looked up, blinking. So…her nemesis had owners then, huh… She became furiously angry and, absolutely jealous. "So…" She spoke to herself, closing her fist around the locket. "This girl thinks she can still my nemesis from me, then? Think again! I will destroy her and Pinky the Chihuahua will be mine and mine alone! No one steals my enemy away from me! I will find and eliminate that girl if it's the last thing I ever do, in the name of all beauty products, the victory shall be mine!" She froze in her current position, arms thrown out and full seriousness. The female scientist pocketed the small locket and walked away. The woman failed to notice the claw marks on the slightly mangled collar.

…

"This is ridiculous!" One of the female scientists' –the one with short hair -complained aloud, standing off to the side while every other scientist molded and shaped snow into large equal sized blocks. They all casted glared over their shoulders at her as she spoke. It's not because what she was saying wasn't true, it's just that she was just standing around, and doing nothing while the rest of them worked. The woman continued her frustrated rant. "He can't do this! He can't make us do anything he says! The man is mad, if he thinks we're going to stand still and take this!"

"We're not standing here and taking this." One of the scientists', a male, responded to her. "We're making blocks to construct a giant fort and taking this. You're the one who's standing, and doing absolutely nothing!"

Murmurs of agreement came from most of the scientists'.

"Oh, be quiet all of you!" She scowled at all of them. "What the heck are we even doing, taking orders from that major for? We're evil, for pity's sake! He should be respecting us!"

Dr. Diminutive sighed, standing up from kneeling and wiping his forehead. He was probably the most worried out of all of them, even more than that naggy and horribly annoying woman that was still speaking as he thought this. He wasn't worried about the fact that Major Monogram had gone insane and enslaved all of them, forcing all scientists to do his bidding- and at this moment build him a snow fortress-, even the agents were being harshly labored. The man had gone mad with power! He was even cackling and muttering to himself like a madman! Diminutive had heard small parts of this excessive self-mumbling and could make out something about that intern boy and showing everyone how much he could accomplish on his own without the intern boy. The short scientist was worried about the ones missing from the group, fellow scientists and LOVEMUFFIN members, and slightly for the agents that were MIA. He was still horribly terrified of Doofenshmirtz' nemesis, but that was beside the point.

Rodney and his nemesis, Dr. Bloodpudding and his nemesis, Poofenplotz and her nemesis, Doofenshmirtz and that agent who shall not be named because even so much as thinking of the name of that suave, semi-aquatic personification of unstoppable dynamic fury, made him want to go and cower somewhere. Seriously, the thing was scary. He didn't know how Doofenshmirtz dealt with so much severity each and every day, I mean, it had to be exhausting right? And painful…

He winced as he accidentally twisted his broken pinky the wrong way, the white bandages matched the flawless snow beneath his feet. He stared into it, seemingly everything started to fade away and it did. The man fainted.

...

Isabella sighed glumly, sitting under the tree in the boy's backyard, like she normally does, except, this time, Phineas and Ferb were nowhere to be found underneath the large shrub. She rested her head against her hand, her elbow on top of her crossed legs. She was disappointed, she was tired, she was upset and sad…

All these feelings were seemingly a chain reaction to her, a never ending rope of bad feelings, one after the other. She was disappointed because she could find the boys, Phineas nor Ferb, she was tired because she hadn't gotten much sleep in the past few nights, and she was upset and tired because her pet was missing. Yep, she hadn't seen Pinky in two and a quarter days. (She knew because she'd been counting the hours.) The hours that passed one after the other, going on and on as she held no sign at all of her family pet, if you could even call her and her mom a family. Pinky was her family too, her pet, her loyal companion, her baby, she loved that little chihuahua to death!

She just couldn't believe Pinky was gone… She remembered when Perry had disappeared once, longer than usual, and they all sang a song to lure him back. It worked, and she was hoping that maybe the boys' could write a song for Pinky, that way they could sing it and her dog will come running back to her. That was the main reason why she was disappointed, she had come over to ask Phineas for just that, but as it was said before, they weren't here. It made her think. Was everyone going to disappear from her life eventually? Would she have no one in the end? Destined to be alone forever?

Isabella sighed again "Forever alone…"

"Oh, there you are Isabella!"

She looked up as Phineas and Ferb entered the backyard through the gate, the optimistic boy waving with a smile. The British boy trailed behind his stepbrother silently, not waving, but then again, this was Ferb. He really wasn't that sociable…

"Hey guys!" The girl responded, trying to sound just about as enthusiastic as Phineas. It didn't work though, she just sounded very unsure.

The red haired boy noticed this quickly, frowning. "What wrong, Isabella? Is it because we weren't here when you came? We're so sorry!" Phineas jumped to conclusions, trying to apologize and explain himself honestly. "It's just-"

"No, hold it Phineas! Its not that at all!" She calmed him.

"It's not?" And when Phineas got a head shake no, he asked her, kneeling down next to her and putting his hand on his shoulder. "Then what's eating at ya?"

"I…I can't find Pinky anywhere. He's just gone! And I got this weird note saying he stole all my clothes, which makes absolutely no sense! I mean, he's a dog! What would he need clothes for, and animals can't write…." Isabella trailed off "Can they?"

"No." Ferb answered "That is highly unlikely."

Phineas thought a bit "That is kind of weird…and impossible, but I have some good news for you!" He smiled.

"You have Pinky?!" She nearly squealed, jumping up and looking around for her pet.

"Nope!" The red head answered her "The good news is, Perry's missing too!"

"Uh, Phineas? I don't really see how that's good news, in fact, that's even worse."

"No its not, because that means we can find them together! Ferb and I already have a plan made out!"

"How long has Perry been missing, exactly…?"

"A few days, why?"

"Pinky's been gone for that long too!"

Phineas caught on quickly "Maybe they're together! There's only one way to find out! Remember how you asked us to modify that locket for Pinky's collar?"

"Yeah?" Isabella didn't really get it, but went along with it anyways.

"Well, when we modified it, we re-modified it and then re-re-modified Perry's! We tricked it out! It's got a tracking device, a red laser pointer- you know, for fun –and a hot chocolate dispenser! It sprays hot chocolate and everything!" Phineas threw his arms out, the kid was bursting with eagerness. "Ferb, we should totally make our own lockets! It'd be so cool! They could have a invisibility feature, oh, and a grappling hook! Oh, and…" The boy went on and on, listing 'really cool' and 'neat', and kind of pointless things to add to their designs.

As this was happening, Ferb walked over and put his hand on Isabella's shoulder, trying to reassure her and make up for his stepbrothers over-enthusiasm. "We'll find them."

"Thanks Ferb…" Isabella smiled and got a little taken aback when her hand was squeezed. "Uh…Phineas?" She interrupted the ongoing boy, hoping to get out of her awkward situation.

"Yeah?" Phineas stopped listing to answer her.

"We, uh….Can we go find them?" The girl asked desperately "Like, uh, now?"

"Oh, of course! Come on Ferb!" The red head and his stepbrother ran out of the backyard, throwing open the sliding door before running inside the house, leaving the door open for her to follow.

Isabella followed them up to their room hesitantly. Did Ferb…have a crush on her?

...

Carl hiked up the mountains. If he wanted to get his plan going soon, he'd have to be undetectable and if he wanted to have his plan go to the highest possible peak, he had to reach, the highest possible peak on this mountain. He knew he was going in the opposite direction of the ski lodge and up an entirely different mountain on its own, that was all a part of his arrangement. He needed to get himself out of sight first and wait out for a little bit, get himself ready for the battle at hand.

All those agents were going down, but first, he had to take out the ones that succeeded to stop him last time. That group consisted of Agent P, Doofenshmirtz and his old 'so called' boss. Of course he'd have to eliminate anyone else who tried to stand in his way, which meant that he needed weapons of some sorts and- dare he say it- some interns to do his bidding and 'help' him. There was only so much one could pull off on their own. He needed allies, strong ones, reliable ones, one that could do his bidding with ease and fool everyone without so much as a smidge of regret. Carl knew exactly who he was looking for. He also needed someone smart, intelligent and crafty. He already had that person on his side and getting them on his side wasn't that hard at all. Heck, they cheered when they realized he had turned evil again, for good this time.

Also…he had a small, hm, group at his will, ready to do his bidding, courtesy of that accomplice that was just mentioned.

This was perfect, he had so many ideas, so many lives to ruin, so much chaos to cause and only a limited amount of time to do all of it. Eventually, someone was going to attempt to rescue the stranded, but he was personally going to make sure that the stranded, stayed the strandees.

They'd pay, they'd all pay! He was evil and there was nothing to stop him, so long as he played his cards right, everything would be fine.

He just needed to meet up with his employees, yes, then everything will be perfect, absolutely excellent! He could see it now! Once he got this whole group out of the way- yes, he was going to destroy all the scientists as well. Less competition, right? –he'd make his way to the lodge, then he'd put on a little play for the people up there. It was called 'pretend he was the only survivor in the accident'. He'd get sympathy and be sent home, and then, only then, will he be free to take over the Tri State Area once and for all! It was brilliant! The perfect plan, and it was amazing that he was able to think it up so quickly! There were no flaws, as long as he played his cards right, he wouldn't lose! He couldn't! He mustn't. There was absolutely no way he couldn't win!

NO WAY!

...

"No way! T-There is absolutely no way, you are going to make me e-eat t-that Perry the Platypus!" Doofenshmirtz complained, pushing the steaming thermos in his nemesis' hands away. There was no way the animal was going to waste his only food on him. He'd already eaten once, he wasn't going to eat anymore!

The platypus sighed, capping the red thermos and placing it on the ground of their cave. Why did the man have to be so stubborn? He told him that he'd be fine! He was an animal and a highly trained agent, he could go quite some time without food. Humans were different, and they needed more food. It was that simple, but still the scientist had to make this brain surgery! Why couldn't he just eat the stinking soup and be done? He was sick…he needed nourishment and by Joe, the mammal was going to give it to him! Whether his nemesis liked it or not! He was going to eat that soup. Perry pounced, grabbing the container with one hand and holding the man down as best he could with the other hand, he held firm, no matter how much the man flailed and fought to push him off.

"Perry t-the Platypus, stop it! L-Let g-go of m-me! Do you hear me? I said, l-let-" The scientist choked, gasping. Being forced to swallow soup really made the back of your throat sting. His mouth was full and he was about to spit it out when a small hand held his mouth shut, while the other did something to his throat, making him consume the tasty liquid. Once it was gone, the man sat back up, holding his throat. "D-Did you just…massage my t-throat?" He looked weirded out. "You're weird, Perry the *cough* P-Platypus, very, very weird."

The animal hopped off of his lap, sitting down and leaning against the cave wall. They both relaxed, sighing before a gurgling noise broke the silence, then a smaller gurgling noise was heard almost directly after that one, almost as if the louder one set off some type of chain reaction. The platypus looked at the man in disbelief. 'You're still hungry?'

Doofenshmirtz scowled at him, referring to the smaller noise that came from his nemesis' stomach. "I t-told you, you were hungry! But you didn't listen to me! No one listens to the scientist! I h-have a doctors degree, you know. It's not like I have it hanging in the lab for n-nothing! I k-know these things!"

The agent didn't even have to chatter to get his message across. 'It's fake.'

"Don't you start with me!"

With a well-aimed eye roll, Perry got up, starting to walk towards the mouth of the small cave.

"Wait! W-Where are you going?!" The man sounded desperate, but still hopelessly stuttering. He was still weak and increasingly pale, which worried the monotreme deeply.

Perry pointed to the mouth of the cave and then made an eating gesture.

"Y-you're going out to find f-food?"

The mammal nodded, blinking, turning again to leave-

"W-wait!" Doof called again, trying to throw his blanket off but having trouble untangling himself from the teal fabric. "L-let me come with you!"

The platypus was about to point out all the reasons why that couldn't happen when they both turned their heads, suddenly becoming dead silent, all except the growling coming from the opening of the cave they were in, along with unrecognizable shadows.

"P-Perry the Plat-"

The animal made a harsh 'shushing' notion with his hand, noiselessly walking to the front of the cave, no matter how harshly his nemesis whispered at him to stay put. He got to the mouth of the cave, peeking out left and right. He didn't hear anything or see anything anymore. Perry calmed down for a moment, before a gray paw slashed at him. He tumbled out of the cave and down the hill, landing in the snow. He opened his eyes, blinking, he had a second to recover before he was face to face with a snout, and scrunched up and snarling fiercely back at him. The eyes were a yellow, full of murder and no remorse. The wolf breathed on him, the smell of blood and flesh in its breath. It had to be new, like it had just had a kill. The agent was frozen, not making any sudden movements.

Another snarl was nearby and Perry turned his head, another wolf, –a mixture of gray and white, just like its friend had –it growled at the first wolf, both seemingly having a conversation. He couldn't understand them, and you'd think he could, considering the fact that they were all animals. They weren't speaking in any animal language he had ever heard before, and he knew whale! (Of course that was only because Doofenshmirtz taught him how but…)

The 2nd wolf gave a final growl and what looked like a nod of understanding, then walked right into the cave Doof was in. The platypus became panicked, getting to his feet to try to run into the cave, but the second he moved, he was pinned down by paws, his back freezing from the snow underneath him. The claws retracted from inside the white, furry foot, making the smaller mammal stop moving for fear of being cut badly by one of them. He stayed still as the wild dog snarled at him, then, surprisingly, it smiled at him.

The agent looked curiously at the wicked smile, the pointy teeth now directly in his line of view. And just to add to his surprise, the wolf actually spoke to him, in a language he actually understood!

'You must be Agent P.' The wolf said in a calm, feminine voice. So, it was a girl then. 'It's so nice to finally meet the one I've been requested to kill…"

Wait…what?

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