CHAPTER 5- Hey guys! I'm only on for a little bit to upload this chapter! I just got back from tour and I'm leaving tomorrow for our Minnesota mission trip, so I won't update again for about another week.

Rachealninja10: I like breaking the fourth wall. I do it in almost every one of my stories (:

Fanatic97: What, you mean like this chapter? There's not a lot of action, you know, in this story, but there is a lot of WTF? moments.

Guest: Wait, wait, wait, what catchphrase? I am so lost…

14AmyChan: Cereal is good.

FanficChic2: Actually, it's in this chapter. And thanks, I hope I'll have fun too!

IWANTDIPPER: Very good! Here is your virtual fudge *hands fudge over*

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

Ferb tipped an imaginary hat as Phineas came thundering down the stairs. "Anytime."

GENERAL POV

The trip to the museum was exciting, to say the least.

It started out rather boring, if anyone was to admit it. The kids (Isabella, Baljeet, and Buford included) biked down like always and locked their bikes in front of the museum.

Isabella was shaking her head. "I can't believe you guys managed to fit your bikes into your bags!"

Baljeet shook his head. "Where did you even acquire those bags?" he asked, wrapping his helmet around his handlebars.

Mabel looked at Dipper and the boy shrugged said backpack onto his shoulders. "They were in the basement of the Mystery Shack."

Phineas frowned. "I didn't know the Mystery Shack had a basement."

Mabel grinned. "Neither did we."

Phineas and Ferb chuckled and led everyone into the museum.

What should have been an easy trip to the museum turned into an all-out Slushy Dawg war. When the kids stumbled out of the museum almost two hours later, they were covered in mustard, ketchup, relish, and other condiments. Baljeet had a hot dog bun on his head, and Dipper had to pull two hot dogs from his hat.

They had of course helped to clean up the mess they made, but Phineas was still confused.

"I don't understand," he commented as they hopped on their bikes and pulled their helmets on. "How on earth did you two," he said, gesturing to Buford and Baljeet, "manage to get into a hot dog fight?"

"The nerd started it," Buford protested.

Baljeet slapped his forehead, leaving a smear of mustard when he pulled his hand away. "How on earth did I start it? You are the one who put the hot dog down my pants!"

Buford sniffed. "Yeah, but you're the one who overreacted and threw one at my face."

Mabel and Dipper were having a difficult time not cracking up, and Isabella grinned at them. "See what we go through every day?" she teased.

Buford and Baljeet looked at her indignantly. "I resent that!" Baljeet said.

The kids all burst into laughter, and Baljeet had no choice but to join them with a sheepish grin.

They started peddling home and Dipper shook his head. "What I don't understand is why they didn't kick you guys out for that."

Ferb snorted. "They'd have a difficult time doing that, considering half the exhibits have been donated by our family."

"Mom and Dad run an antique shop," Phineas clarified, "and whenever they find something super valuable, they always donate it to the museum. We've also fixed up a couple of things."

Dipper shook his head in amazement. "Wow. You guys really get around."

Candace rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes they do."

They took the long way back to their house, showing Dipper and Mabel different parts of the city, like the mall, the park, and the newly acquired lake (Obviously courtesy of Phineas and Ferb).

"So wait," Dipper said, trying to keep up. "You guys accidentally created a man-made lake with a giant ball of water?"

Phineas grinned. "Yeah. It was neat. It took a while to figure out how to keep the water molecules together, but we managed."

Baljeet smirked. "Yes. And we kicked physics camp's butt!"

Everyone looked at the nerd in a funny way and he grinned. "What? I can now one-up them next summer!"

Buford rolled his eyes. "Wow. Nerds one up-ing each other. I've heard it all, man."

The kids pulled into the driveway laughing and Isabella smiled, taking off her helmet and clipping it around her handlebars. "Hey, who wants to come over to my house and go swimming?"

Candace stiffened ever so slightly as the rest of the kids nodded in agreement. "I…I'm gonna pass, Isabella."

Isabella frowned. "But why?"

The red head sighed. "I'm not uh…not feeling too hot. I think I'll lie down for a while."

Phineas and Ferb looked at her in worry. "Do you want us to stay with you, Candace?" Phineas asked worriedly. "I mean, Mom and Dad aren't home, so you'll be by yourself."

Candace smiled gently. "That's fine. You guys go have fun, ok?"

The boys glanced at each other but nodded slowly. "All right," Phineas said with a hesitant smile. "Call us if you feel worse."

Candace gave the boys a smile, her gut twisting at her lie. "You two are great. Have fun, you guys!" she said, trying to put a sick look on her face as she walked into the house.

She slumped up the stairs to her room, hating herself more with every step.

Monogram paced slowly in the underground OWCA lair, rubbing his mustache gently and staring at the video monitor in front of him.

He watched as the kids in the front yard of the Flynn-Fletcher household talked quietly, and then made their way over to the Garcia-Shapiro home to-Monogram assumed-go swimming, based on the towels the kids had gone inside to get.

He sighed, wishing that this secret video monitor had sound. But, since he couldn't trust Carl or Carla right now, apparently, and he had no idea how to work with a sound system, he was forced to deal with just video feed.

What were those kids doing? The kids had obviously asked Candace to go swimming with them, but she had objected. Now, Monogram knew that most teenagers weren't keen on hanging out with their little siblings, but he also knew that Candace was polite enough to stay when they had company.

She was either sick, or was hiding something. Or both, the Major mused. Whatever was going on with Carl, Perry, and Pinky, Monogram was sure that it had something to do with Candace. He didn't know what, but it seemed the most likely conclusion.

He sighed and sat down in front of the screen, staring at the footage for a long time. He hadn't been able to get access inside the house, because he was sneaking around, so he was forced to deal with yard views.

The man leaned forward as he watched the kids jump and splash in the pool, trying to read lips, something he wasn't good at at ALL. Maybe it had something to do with his mustache.

"Sir, where did you want me to put the papers on Doctor- what is going on here?" Carl asked in disbelief as he took in the sight of what his boss was doing.

Francis jumped to his feet. "Carl! What are you doing here?"

Carl narrowed his eyes slowly, not bothering to answer the man's question. "Sir, you know this is illegal, right? Our cameras are licensed, and the government knows about them. I doubt they know about these," he said angrily, gesturing to the monitors.

Monogram winced, and then hardened his gaze. "Carl, you do not question your superiors."

Carl scowled and set the papers in his hand down, crossing his arms. "No, sir, you shouldn't question your top intern and mechanics guy. Because believe me, if you don't get rid of those cameras, I'll tell Agent P and Agent Pinky that you have them, and you'll have lost two of your best agents and two of your best interns."

Monogram felt his face pale. "Are you black mailing me?"

Carl smirked. "Perhaps I am, sir."

As the boy turned to go, Monogram managed to splutter out another question. "Why do you care so much if I have these cameras?"

Carl flinched and turned to glare at his superior. "Gee, sir. Ever hear of privacy? The cameras we have are enough. And I really don't want to get arrested for covering for your lying butt."

The intern stalked out to go call Perry, leaving a speechless Major behind him.

Candace paced back and forth in her room anxiously. Perry, Pinky, and Waddles all stood in front of her, their eyes worried. Pinky was twisting his hat in his paws and Perry kept adjusting his like it was going to fly away.

Waddles was just rubbing his chin thoughtfully, his eyes on Candace as she moved across her room.

Finally, Candace threw her hands in the air. "I don't know what to do!" she cried, glancing briefly at her open door, grateful that everyone was over at Isabella's house right now and that her parents were at the antique shop.

"Monogram gets closer to figuring this out every day, and now I have to make up lies about being sick so that I don't have to go swimming at Isabella's! It makes me feel so terrible!" she groaned, flopping onto her bed and burying her head into her pillow.

Perry glanced anxiously at the two agents next to him, who looked back in worry. "Candace," he chattered softly. "We're going to figure out how to get him off your tail…no pun intended."

Candace sighed. "But what if we can't? I don't want you guys to get sent away," she said softly. "Waddles…even you might, because I'm related to Mabel and Dipper."

The pig winced and rubbed his head wearily. He oinked softly and Pinky translated. "He hopes that it won't come to that."

Candace snorted harshly. "We all do, Waddles."

She groaned and rolled over so that she was staring at the ceiling, her arm thrown across her forehead. "I don't get it. You guys may be secret agents, but that doesn't necessarily mean that I'm going to get attacked by some insane evil scientist! Why is Monogram so freaking harsh?"

Perry gave a small smile. "He's worked hard to protect the agency, Candace."

Candace threw her hands up in the air and sat up, chucking her pillow across the room and hitting the door. "But I'm not going to jeopardize it! I haven't yet, and I've known you guys were agents for almost two years!"

A loud gasp and thud was heard from the door and Candace and the agents whipped their heads around to stare in shock at the source of the noise.

Boo yah! Go Carl! I needed him all sassy like…ha-ha. You notice he's becoming more and more sarcastic in every episode? It's kind of funny…

And bam. There's the sneak peek that I had! Sadly, you won't get the next chapter until probably two Monday's from now…so that's like, ten or more days from now.

Onwards to my Mission Trip! Woo-hoo!

Review while I'm gone! (And I'm thinking about another one-shot companion for this story line, when I'm done with this installment. IDK if I'll do it yet)