CHAPTER 2- Wow. I almost didn't get to update today. Anyone who lives around South Western PA and is getting flooded or got flooded…man, I feel for you. My yard was completely underwater for most of today, my basement flooded, and a bridge collapsed just down the road from me. I live right next to a creek, and the water was so high that it was spilling into my yard. I hope everyone who has been hit by these flash floods is ok!

Jakefan: I thought so too, ha-ha. But it is now a series. Congrats on being the first reviewer!

Fanatic97: Thank you. I thought they needed some humor to go with the seriousness.

Living Encyclopedia: Well thank you (:

DF-Chan: Thank you so much! It's funny, because I watched that episode with Pinky today!

14AmyChan: Me too. He's really not that bad (just in the movie)

TripleAAA1183: Man, I already watched that episode. You'll be more freaked when you see the ending! And I'm going to have this occur before that, because that would mean a completely different reason for the twins having to come to Danville.

Fvcutie0028: I know, right? I died of happiness.

BTW, for clarification guys, this occurs before Happy Birthday Isabella and Dreamscapers, purely because so much changes in just those two episodes that the story line would have to be altered by a lot. And I mean A LOT. (:

I don't own Phineas and Ferb or Gravity Falls.

Perry scowled, but remounted the dumb picture of him to Pinky's wall.

CANDACE'S POV

I was heading down the stairs, brushing my hair and trying not to trip over my own two feet, when my phone buzzed in my pocket, startling me so much that my brush clattered out of my hand and onto the stairs.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance and slipped my phone out of my skirt pocket, leaning over and scooping up my brush at the same time.

I froze when I saw that I had a new text from Perry. The agent rarely texted me unless there was something wrong. The evidence of him texting me was just too incriminating for it to be done often.

I pressed the message icon on my new phone (this made six) and read the message rapidly, my stomach sinking.

Candace: Monogram's seriously onto us. Pinky caught him snooping in his office this morning. Be careful. Like, really careful. No more talking to us unless you're in your room. Try to stay out of the pool.

I groaned, deleted the message, and tossed the brush onto the couch before heading into the kitchen. Phineas and Ferb were drawing blueprints, and Mom was hanging up the phone. When she saw me, a grin slid across her face.

I sank into my usual chair and raised an eyebrow. "What's up, Mom?"

She sat down next to the boys and me and smiled even more. "Guess who I was just talking to," she said with a smirk.

Ferb glanced up. "Grunkle Stan," he said, a small smile inching across his face.

Mom rolled her eyes. "Ok, Mr. "I hear everything." Yes, I was talking to Stan. But I bet you don't know what about."

Phineas looked up this time, pulling a pencil from behind his ear to make some marks on his blueprint. "He's sending Mabel and Dipper down here for a week, and he just called to tell you they're on their way here, because you talked to him last night."

Mom sighed. "Candace, do you want to add anything?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but my phone buzzed. I glanced down at it briefly, smiling a little when I saw it was from Mabel.

OMG! We're coming down there to hang out because of a cloned boy band problem! YAY!

I glanced back up at Mom. "There was some trouble with a boy band, and now they're coming here."

Mom threw her hands in the air. "Why do I even bother?"

Phineas, Ferb, and I chuckled. Mom held up her hand. "I wasn't going to say no to them coming, Candace. What with all they went through last month, and how much they helped us, I couldn't say no."

I gave a thin smile. "Good. Thanks Mom."

Phineas tugged Ferb away from the table, pulling his blueprints after them as the two ran into the backyard.

I shoved away my urge to follow them and see what they were doing, instead standing and heading for the stairs. "I'll be upstairs cleaning my room, Mom," I said.

Mom looked up, her eyes furrowed. "Honey, Mabel and Dipper can share the guest room you know."

I nodded. "I know, Mom. But I think they had fun sharing rooms with us last time. So I figured that they might want to do the same this time."

Mom shrugged. "Well, whatever they want to do is fine. Have fun finding your floor, Candace."

I scowled jokingly. "Thanks a lot, Mom."

I started up the stairs, and she yelled over her shoulder: "If I hear you scream, I'll assume it's you being eaten by the sock pile!"

I rolled my eyes and flicked my hand lightly, focusing my mind on the kitchen sink. A second later, I heard Mom yelp and Phineas and Ferb run into the kitchen.

"Mom! What's-?" Phineas started cracking up, and even though I couldn't see them, I could just picture the scene: Mom soaking wet, the sink faucet still running, and Phineas and Ferb laughing hysterically.

"You teased Candace about her messy room again, didn't you?" Ferb questioned.

I snorted, sprinting the rest of the way upstairs before Mom could call me back down, grateful that my mother had a decent sense of humor.

I shut the door behind me carefully and then sank onto my bed, pulling out my phone and quickly texting Perry. I'm in my room. Please come explain what happened.

I set my phone aside and glanced around my bedroom. I was really grateful that Monogram had no cameras in the bedrooms of the house, because over the last few weeks (more like a month and a half) I had started putting photos of myself as a mermaid on the walls. And if Major Monobrow, as Dr. D called him, found out that I was a mermaid, it was only a matter of time before he found out that I knew about the OWCA too.

I sighed, leaning back on my bed frame and nearly jumping two feet when Perry and Pinky popped out of nowhere.

"Guys," I said quickly, tucking my legs under me and looking down at the animals in worry. "What happened down there?"

Perry shook his head. "I've got to go fight Dr. Doofenshmirtz, but Pinky will explain."

He saluted me and Pinky and then leapt out my window. Having long since grown used to this kind of performance, I turned to Pinky nervously. The dog was pacing my bedroom, his fingers rubbing his chin.

"Pinky?"

Pinky glanced up at me and sighed, quietly restating what had happened that morning in the underground chambers of the OWCA.

I sat back after a good ten minutes, running my fingers through my hair. "Crap. He really wants to know what you guys are hiding, doesn't he?"

Pinky nodded anxiously. "Hopefully, with Mabel and Dipper around, you'll be more distracted and we won't have to like, talk to you quite as much, so we won't be acting as suspicious."

I winced. "Sorry, Pinky. I didn't mean to make Monogram suspicious of all of you."

Pinky shook his head. "It was bound to happen sometime, Candace," he assured me.

I sighed. "I know, Pinky. I know."

GENERAL POV

Dipper rolled his eyes, trying his best to ignore Mabel, who was bouncing up and down on her bus seat while eagerly staring out the window. Finally, the bouncing made him nauseas and he turned to glare at his sister.

"Mabel, would you please quit bouncing up and down?" the boy said, stuffing his book into his backpack.

"Sorry, Dippy," said Mabel, making her brother slap his forehead at the ridiculous nickname. "I'm just so excited to see them again!"

"Mabel," Dipper said with an amused smile, "we video chat them every week or more."

His sister rolled her eyes. "Well yeah, but this will be in person! I'm so glad the bus company let us bring Waddles!"

The twins looked down at the pig, who was nestled comfortably in one of Mabel's old sweaters on the floor.

"Yeah," said Dipper with a chuckle. "I still can't figure out how the bus company was convinced to allow pigs on the bus."

Waddles cracked open an eye and smirked, recalling what had happened that morning.

FLASHBACK

"Sir, I'm sorry, but the bus company does not allow pets on the bus," the bus attendant said to Grunkle Stan.

"Aw, come on! I paid for an extra ticket for this thing, and the girl won't travel without him!" Stan cried in exasperation.

The man shrugged. "Sorry, sir. Feel free to leave him here until the bus departs, though."

Stan grumbled, but looped Waddles leash around a post and went to find the twins. Waddles quickly pressed a button on his watch, smirking a little as, less than two minutes later, the man's phone rang.

The attendant slipped his phone from his pocket and opened it. "Hello, Bart speaking."

He listened to the person on the other line for a moment, his face steadily paling. His gaze dropped to Waddles, who looked up at the man with an intelligent smile.

"Of course, sir…of c-course," Bart said, hanging up the phone rapidly and grabbing Waddles' leash.

"Come along, sir," the man said formally to the pig, his forehead covered in a sheen of sweat.

Waddles was practically cracking up by the time they found Stan and the twins.

"Sir," Bart said to Stan, quickly handing over the leash, "I received a call from a um, Carlton, who told me that I was permitted to allow this pig on the bus. Sorry for the confusion. And you will be reimbursed for this pig's ticket. Thankyouhaveaniceday."

He darted away as quickly as he could and Waddles sent up a silent thank you to Perry and Carlton-er, Carl.

END FLASHBACK

"Hey look!" squealed Mabel. "Danville, five miles away!"

She pointed to a sign outside the window and the twins pressed their faces against the glass to see better.

"We'll be there in the next twenty minutes or so," Dipper figured. "We should start getting ready."

The twins eagerly began picking up their things and tossing them into their backpacks. Waddles knew for a fact that these were special backpacks that Dipper had found a few days ago in the Shack, before all the craziness of the termite-like pop boy band stuff happened (long story that happened after Mabel released the guys).

These backpacks could hold everything, and the weight never exceeded five pounds, no matter what was put in them. Waddles was sure that Mabel would have packed Candy and Grenda had Dipper not caught her.

Dipper zipped up his bag and pulled his cell phone out of his vest pocket, dialing the Flynn-Fletcher household.

"It'll be nice to meet all their friends face-to-face," Dipper mused as he listened to the phone ring.

Mabel nodded her agreement, her face stuck up against the window. Dipper smiled as Phineas picked up the phone.

"Hey, Dipper!" Phineas said eagerly. "Where are you guys?"

"About two minutes from the bus depot," Dipper said, glancing out the window. "Can you guys be there in five minutes?"

Phineas chuckled. "We can do better than that buddy. See you soon!"

Dipper hung up the phone with a roll of his eyes, knowing that he should expect some huge project.

Some things never changed.

I thought it would be neat to have funky backpacks like that. They can hold anything and never exceed five pounds. How great would that be for school?

Again, hope everyone who was flooded or lost power is doing ok!

Review please! I have to go shovel out my basement…