Here we go with the newest chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb
Phineas, Isabella and the others were getting started with their work, their task was to clean the floors of litter.
"God, this is boring" said Damien
"I know, but we promised we'd do this" said Phineas
An old woman, about 50 or 60, was seen entering the elevator.
"Hey, where's she going?" asked Damien
"I don't know" said Phineas
The woman was trying to get to the 4th floor, when she arrived on the floor, the elevator kept going up, making her confused about what was going on. She arrived at the top floor, the doors opened revealing nothing but a hallway with alot of cobwebs.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" asked the woman
No answer, she pressed the button for the fourth floor, just as the doors were about to close, an axe appeared between the doors and prevented them from closing, 2 hands were seen pushing the door further open. When the doors were fully open, they revealed a bald man with a scar over his left eye wearing a prison jumpsuit.
About 5 minutes later, on the ground floor, a loud crash can be heard coming from the elevator.
"What was that?" asked Isabella
Everyone working walked over to the elevator, the man in charge of everything grabbed a crowbar and tried to open the elevator, because the buttons weren't working. When the doors were open, it was clear the elevator had crashed.
"Oh my god" said Phineas
"Well, this is an old building, I guess the elevator just gave way from years of being run down" said the man in charge
Everyone went back to work, from behind a door, the man in the prison jumpsuits was seen spying on everyone.
==Later==
Phineas and Isabella were in their room.
"Do you really think that elevator really just gave way?" asked Phineas
"No, I don't" said Isabella
"Why's that?" asked Phineas
"Well, you remember that old lady that everyone saw enter the elevator?" asked Isabella
"Yeah"
"Well, why is it she never returned?" asked Isabella
Phineas knew that Isabella had a point
I'm going to stop it there.
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