Greetings, fanfiction fans and welcome to my second PnF/MML fanfic! This story takes place a few days after the last chapter of "My Guardian Angel," my previous fanfic in the Dwampyverse, so please be sure to read that story first. Well, there's a lot of ground to cover, so let's start with a…

Prologue: Bang!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

A green-tinted explosion ripped a hole through the roof of Doofenshmirtz Good Incorporated, launching Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz skywards.

…

"Ok, have the baby Cavenpusses arrived, safe and accounted for?" Dakota asked, talking to an image on the computer-like machine that can contact the future. Beside the computer were two new devices- a duplicate of Dr. Doofesnhmirtz's Cloneinator that Cavendish was fiddling with and a circular, raised platform that was plugged in a nearby outlet. Cavenpuss and his Baby stood nearby.

"Oh, yeah, they made it to the Island of Lost Dakotas, safe and sound," the image of Chief Dakota said, stepping aside to show a herd of Baby clones behind him. "But I think we might be missing one."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Dakota said. "Dr. D.'s cloning machine can only make one clone at a time. Makes it hard to keep track when we're sending a bunch at once."

"Do not worry, Chief Dakota, for your last Baby Cavenpuss clone is on his way," Cavendish said as he flipped a switch on the Cloneinator. The puff of purple smoke filled the machine as a clone of Baby stepped out.

The Baby clone chattered like an ordinary platypus as Cavendish picked him up and placed him on the plugged-in platform. Cavenpuss caressed the clone's head just as the platform started humming electronically. The clone began to fade away, then disappeared from the room altogether.

"Ok, now all the baby Cavenpusses are here," Chief Dakota announced. "I'm teleporting the payment over."

A check slowly appeared on top of the teleportation platform. Cavendish snatched it, as if he was afraid the check would disappear before he could hold it.

"This is twice as much as we charged you!" Cavendish blurted.

"Oh, yeah, the Lost Dakotas thought it would be a good idea if we paid extra, since the business is so new and, whatcha call it? Specialized," Chief Dakota explained.

"Gee, thanks!" Dakota said.

"Bye, Dakota Prime," Chief Dakota waved. "And goodbye, Cavendish."

"Bye!" Dakota waved back. Cavendish sputtered wordlessly, his eyes on the check.

The computer screen went black. Dakota turned toward his partner. "You know what we should do with this money?"

Cavendish shook himself out of his stupor. "Finally pay our rent?"

"Well, yeah, but after that," Dakota said.

"Put the remainder in our bank account?" Cavendish suggested.

"Yeah, yeah," Dakota waved his hand dismissively. "But before that, I was thinking of celebrating! Do you realize we haven't been on a date since, well, ever?"

Cavendish frowned. "You only confessed your feelings to me a few weeks ago, in the future," he snapped. "And we shouldn't be spending our hard-earned money just because."

"Don't you want to go out on our first official date?" Dakota asked.

"Well, of course I do," Cavendish blushed. "But…"

"Tell you what," Dakota said. "If I can plan a great first date on the cheap, will you promise to go out with me this Saturday?"

"Fine," Cavendish said. "If you can prove you planned the date with a budget of fifty dollars."

"Deal." Dakota shook Cavendish's hand. "Now get out."

"What?" Cavendish asked, looking shocked.

"I need to plan," Dakota explained. "I want this date to be a surprise for you."

"But, but, but," Cavendish stuttered.

"If you need something to do, why don't you find someone to babysit the Cavenpusses when we go out," Dakota suggested as he opened the front door and gestured for Cavendish to step outside.

"Why do we need a babysitter?" Cavendish overheard Cavenpuss ask as the former stepped outside.

"Because the last time we left you home alone, you ran away from our landlord and hid in the trunk of our time machine!" Dakota exclaimed as Cavendish shut the door.

Cavendish sighed.

"Hey, Cavendish!"

Cavendish looked down to see three familiar faces bike into the parking lot.

"Hello, Milo," Cavendish said.

"What's wrong, cuz?" Milo asked as he rode his bike closer, Zack and Melissa following closely.

"Oh, it's nothing important," Cavendish admitted. "Say, would any of you mind keeping an eye on Cavenpuss on Saturday? Dakota and I will be… out."

"Way to go!" Milo cheered.

"Sorry, man," Zack said. "But our band has a gig that day. Otherwise, I'm sure Melissa would love to."

"Hey!" Melissa punched Zack in the arm. "Don't go speaking for me."

"What? You know it's true!" Zack rubbed his arm.

Milo had stopped listening and was staring up at the sky. Suddenly, he started rummaging through his backpack and pulled out an air mattress and a bicycle pump. Milo placed the deflated mattress on the ground and began pumping to inflate it.

…

Meanwhile, the momentum that had flung Dr. Doofenshmirtz up into the sky began to dissipate. The formerly evil scientist arced over a big cloud and began falling headfirst.

"AAAAAAAAAA… wait, is that Cavendish and Dakota's place?"

…

Back on the surface, Milo had only managed to inflate the mattress halfway.

"Milo, what are you doing?" Zack asked.

Just then, Dakota stepped outside. "Hey, Milo!" he waved.

"I already asked, they are not free to look after the Cavenpusses," Cavendish said.

"Well, then I guess the only other person we can trust with the Cavenpusses is…" Dakota began.

"AAAAAAAA!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz screamed as he fell and belly-flopped onto Milo's half-inflated mattress. "OOF!"

"...this guy!" Dakota finished, pointed at Dr. Doofenshmirtz.

Dr Doofenshmirtz lifted his head, a dazed look on his face. "I think this mattress has a leak in it," he said, before losing consciousness. His head flopped back onto the mattress, face first.