Authors Note: This story is truly a process… FrostShadowStar, I feel like I made a major similarity to one of your lovable intern stories, but I don't know. I'm…kind of slow in the brain…in case none of you noticed. I can't process things as quickly as normal people do. Help me out a lot and tell me? Thanks and sorry if anything looks similar to anything…again, I'm slow…

NEXT UPDATE: Control.

"Voided?! What do you mean voided?!" Isabella ran to catch up to her crush, which speed walked down the stairs.

"Just as I said. I said it was voided." Phineas told her as he speed walked to the glass doors and threw them open to enter the backyard. "The signal doesn't exist anymore, and that should be near impossible UNLESS the locket was ruined beyond repair. It had to be crushed by something strong…" He kept speaking as he walked out the gate to the garage, Isabella and his step-brother following him as he walked. Phineas pushed up the garage door just enough for them to duck to get in.

Isabella ducked under the door after Ferb who offered her a hand through it. After they were inside, she meekly pulled her hand away with a sheepish smile. The boy of few words gave a curt nod and small smile before turning to go on with his step-brother. The girl's cheeks turned red and she quick shook it away, muttering quietly to herself so no one would hear her but her. "Knock it off, you like Phineas, remember?!" She nodded to herself and followed the two boys further into the garage.

"I can think of a lot of strong things and different scenarios as to what made the tracker dysfunctional." Phineas started listing off "Pinky could have been hit by a car and crushed to death…"

Isabella clasped her hands over her mouth as the young inventor went on, listing horrible things that very well could have happened to her pet. Each one more gruesome than the next. Somehow, when the list got too much for her to bear, she felt a hand grab hers and give it reassuring pats. And believe it or not- although it shouldn't come as a surprise to you- it wasn't Phineas doing it…

"…He could have been captured by savage dogs and they could have chewed him up, and after they threw away his remains along with the completely destroyed locket, they-"

"Ahem…" Ferb blinked at his step-brother once he stopped and Phineas frowned.

"Oh…I'm sorry Isabella…I wasn't too horrific, was I?"

"N-No…not at all Phineas. I-I'll be okay…" Isabella sniffed.

"Oh my gosh! I am SO sorry! I didn't mean to-"

Ferb gave him a glare and pulled the girl into a hug, rubbing her back reassuringly, rolling his eyes at his step-brother as he did so.

Phineas shrugged with a sheepish grin.

After she regained herself, Isabella broke the embrace. "Th-Thanks Ferb…"

The said green haired boy nodded to her, allowing his hands to fall to his sides.

Phineas pulled a tarp off to reveal their three bikes. They decided in the middle of the summer to let Isabella keep hers at their house since she always came over anyway.

"Why do we need those?" Isabella asked.

"Well, since mom took the car and I lost the remote control to it, we can't use it to get anywhere…" Phineas wheeled his bike out into the driveway and the other two followed suit with their bikes. "So we're using these babies for transportation." He said and snapped on his helmet.

Ferb handed Isabella hers and then put on his own, getting on his bike. And Isabella was the last to get on her bike and put her feet on the pedals.

"Come on guys, we don't have time to lose!" Phineas started pedaling and Ferb did the same to keep up with the fiery red head.

When Perry woke up again, his head was spinning and he was dizzy. After standing to his feet he started to look around. He saw exactly what he saw when he first regained consciousness after falling all those feet to the mountain side below. Snows and endless trees. He was alone as he stared out through the mouth of the cave.

"Krrkrrrkrr…?" He called out, walking out of the cavern.

A breeze rushed past him, rustling his fur. There was no other sound but the roar of the wind. He blinked and tried again. "Krrkrrrkrr?" Nothing and a frown set on his face. This was bad. He was all alone out here and he didn't remember what he was doing before he lost consciousness. Why did he even lose consciousness in the first place?

Let's see…his back and head hurt. Maybe he hit something. Or something hit him…

As he pondered, another gust of wind blew against him, nearly knocking him back if he hadn't stood his ground. Comically, something medium sized was picked up by the wind and slung at his face. He pulled it off to hold out in front of him. It was some type of soft, white, fabric…Almost like-

His eyes widened when he remembered what his idiot of a nemesis did, and he grew increasingly irritated, narrowing his brown eyes as he threw the severed piece of lab coat into the snow and stomped it into the ground.

What idiot throws scolding, hot, SOUP, on wolves?! The thought of anyone even coming up with a plan like that was ridiculous! But of course, this was Doofenshmirtz we were talking about. The ideas that came out of that man's head could both boggle and find a million ways to brutally torture the mind. The scientist was eccentric, dumb at times, but still very smart. So it puzzled the mammal as to why he would make such an idiotic decision like that. And as soon as he found the bumbling doctor, he planned to ask him this.

Found him…he had to find him. The platypus stepped off the strip of fabric, mangled from when he stomped on it, but that wasn't the only abnormity. He noticed something, a hint of color, a tint maybe, before he pulled it fully from the snow to reveal the abstract hue. It was a stain, a red, splotched, stain…

Blood? …No. No! How?! Perry looked from the stain, and back to the cave where he ran into it. His eyes wandered over the scene of the crime as he remembered the previous turn of events in the cavern. He remembered how the wolves howled as they were burnt by the liquid, the look of panic and desperation in Doof's eyes as he threw the soup, and the final thing he'd seen after being thrown against the wall was the man running off with the wild dogs chasing after him.

With the piece of his nemesis' lab coat in hand, he ran, as fast as he could through the cave, all the way to another entrance all the way at the end of the cavern. All he saw were trees and snow as far the eyes could see. He was alone, and sadly, so was Doof, wherever he was…

Pinky's eyes shrunk in his head as he stared straight ahead at this 'big boss man' and yapped his response to this big reveal. "C-Carl?"

"Yaaaaaas!" The snow-white rabbit bumped its fist in the air "The truth is REVEALED! Haaaaa! This calls for a celebration! Pop the bottles Pete, because the truth is revealeeeeed!"

Peter blinked at his companion "…Are you drunk?"

"Little bit…" Dennis shrugged.

"Nice….very, very nice…" Carl emerged from the shadows, once again caressing a skull.

The chihuahua fought against the wolves grip, flailing as the EX-intern came closer, grinning at the frantic dog.

"I bet you never would have expected it was ME who was behind all of this meddling!" He said and Pinky shrugged, then the boy sighed "Eh, well I guess it wasn't THAT far-fetched…" With an evil grin he tossed the skull to one of the many wild dogs. The wolf caught the head in its jaws and crushed it to pieces with its strong teeth. Peter sweat dropped as he and Pinky stared in fear and shock while Dennis cheered it on.

"Dayuuuum! That was TIGHT! Do it again!" The rabbit's chittering was ignored as the intern sustained on.

"Life as all of you know it is about to change…" Carl paced the cave floor "Former leaders will fall, and a new, smarter, eviler, leader will stand up!" He clenched his fist shut for emphasis "The Tri State Area will FALL and there is NOTHING anyone can do to stop me! You see, I have the element of surprise. Everyone thinks I'm missing, dead, or both. No one will suspect that I have regained my evil-ness and no one will ever find out what I'm planning and do you know why?"

Pinky shook his already shaking head.

"Well I'll tell you! The reason no one will ever find out and become the wiser of my plan is because I'm not TELLING anyone my plans! Therefore, no one will know how to STOP me! No one has the SLIGHTEST idea of what I have in mind! Not these wolves, not my accomplices, NOT ANYONE! Only I know of what I'm planning and I surely won't try to stop myself! But I CAN tell you this Agent Pinky! It is FOOLPROOF! Not even the smartest of minds could blow it over! In other words…YOU CAN'T TOUCH THIS! Hahaha!" He laughed.

The panda looked nervous, and semi concerned at how the teen was acting. He had this sort of….straight out CRAZY aura going on. Maybe this whole 'going evil' thing wasn't such a good idea…

Meanwhile, Dennis the Rabbit was snickering like an idiot. A drunken idiot. "Ohhhhhh! He SO told you bro!"

Carl stopped his maniacal laughed and cleared his throat, coughing off to a more serious tone. "Of course…there's only one problem, and that's what to do with YOU." He pointed to the chihuahua, putting his hand behind his back as he circled the wolf holding the small dog. "Should we get rid of you? Or should we just keep you here? Decisions, decisions… What do you think Dennis? …Dennis…?" He frowned when he saw that the rabbit had fallen asleep on the floor, hand under his head and snoring lightly. The intern sighed. "You just can't find good help these days…. Peter? What do you think we should do with this agent?"

The panda blinked up from the sleeping rabbit and back to the intern's face, gulping.

"Should we keep him, or toss him to the wolves? The clock is ticking…"

Peter looked from the chihuahua, to the sleeping rabbit, to the wolves, and back to the intern's face. He was torn between good and evil and it was tearing at his insides like knifes. Pointy, pointy, knifes that wanted to slaughter him to pieces! He was under so much pressure! He did horrible under pressure! Didn't people know that?! Oh gosh, was he hyperventilating? He was sure he was! Could anyone hear his heartbeat right now?! Why did it sound so loud?! Aajjjjhjhakhahjhdjkhfjh, AHGH! Finally, after some clever thinking, he came to a safe decision for everyone. He smiled sheepishly at the intern's inpatient glare, arms crossed as the boy awaited the answer.

"Well…?"

The panda nodded, pointing behind him with a sheepish shrug.

"Really?" Carl seemed disappointed "Fine. Whatever I guess. Take him to the cages and lock it up tight! It DOES NOT escape from this cave, understand?"

The wolves nodded as they took the chihuahua to the back of the cave to follow orders. Pinky squirmed harder but his efforts were futile as the wolf holding him tossed its head back and then forward to throw the small dog into a medium sized wire cage. The other wild dogs made it shut and tested it. It proved to be strong because none of the wolves could get it to budge. Satisfied, the much larger dogs stalked away, leaving Pinky alone in the dark part of the cave. The chihuahua spotted the panda and barked, whimpering to get some sense into it. Pinky's eyes pleaded and Peter frowned, looking guilty before parting, leaving the chihuahua heartbroken as he watched his friend walk away.