Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Perry made it to the Danville Bowl. They both agreed to play together since Doof wanted to give up his evil ways, and put his energy into the innocent, creative side of his mind.
"So, Perry the Platypus, this begins our first game. Together." Doofenshmirtz said in awe, watching other people land either a strike, a spare, and even sink gutter-balls. Perry chattered in agreement, and they walked up to the registry counter.
"Welcome to Danville Bowl, how many do I have playing today?" The clerk said as he looked at Doofenshmirtz. "Uh, two, please." He said, making the clerk confused, tilting his head. "Sir? I don't see anybody else?" Doofenshmirtz sighed and shook his head. "Really? Wow. How can you not see my partner who's right dow...oh...uh..." He blushed in embarrassment, then squatted down to pick up Perry to show him to the clerk. "See this? This is Perry the Platypus." Doofenshmirtz sneered. "He is my bowling partner for the day, and he isn't very happy that you failed to acknowledge his presence." The clerk shook his head. "To each their own, I suppose..." Doofenshmirtz reluctantly handed him a twenty-dollar bill with a frown. "Okay, you're all set." The clerk droned. "You two will have lanes-" He was interrupted by Doofenshmirtz, putting his hand up and walking off to the lanes. "Talk to the platypus 'cause the pharmacist ain't listening!" The clerk went back to typing something on his tablet. "Yeesh, I don't get paid enough for this."
The two walked over to get their proper shoes, and then choosing their bowling balls. "Oh, you want this one? Okay." Doofenshmirtz pointed to the yellow bowling ball. He was picking Perry's for him because...though the platypus had great strength when fighting, he couldn't lift heavy things very well. Doofenshmirtz had a plan that Perry agreed to during their game: using a remote control that is strong enough to manipulate the speed and direction of the ball. Neither of them thought at all that it was cheating, since it isn't everyday a platypus is playing with a former evil scientist. Doof dropped the little robot inside the ball Perry chose. He then handed Perry a remote control. "Here, use this to control the ball. I know you can't lift it, like...yeah, so I made this for you. Consider it an early birthday present."
Perry chattered as a way to say, "thank you", then the two got ready to actually start their game. On Doofenshmirtz' turn, he picked up the ball, hobbled over the alley, and threw it while stepping just BARELY over the foul line, making 6 pins fall down. Perry chattered to cheer for him, waving a small flag at him. Doof looked back behind him and pointed at Perry's ball. "Alright, Perry, it's your turn." Perry walked over to "pick up" the ball, then cleverly pulling out his remote control. He twisted the joystick, making the ball roll in a circle past the foul line. It then zig-zagged awkwardly, rushing in short bursts of speed forward, then backward, pinpointing it to hit a strike, and he released it, knocking over a perfect 10. Doofenshmirtz wildly cheered for him as to attract the other bowlers. "Wow, Perry. You sure know how to roll! Can you teach me your technique?" He asked excitedly as a random bowling staff member walked up and said, "Uh, excuse me... I don't mean to intrude on your fun, but...is that a platypus?" Doofpointed, "What? Over there? Oh, yeah. He's my bowling buddy. He's...uh...a platypus. I know what you're thinking. They don't do much, and it's not every day you don't see a..." He was interrupted by the staff member. "Hold up...is that a remote control you have?" Doofenshmirtz' eyes widened in response, then quickly put the control behind his back, grinning. "You do know that this place has a strict no-cheating policy, right?"
Perry walked up to the two, making Doof look at him. "Uh..." He reached into his pocket, then pulled out his wallet. "Here. Will 25 dollars cover the "damages"?" The bowling staff member was shocked to see Doof trying to bribe him.
"Are you BRIBING me?" He said in great surprise. Doof chuckled, "Yes. Yes, I am. Take it or leave it, buddy. It's not every day you get a whopping 25 smackaroos handed to you by an evil scien-uh, I mean, pharmacist." He held up the money, and, after a few minutes of silence from Doof glaring at the man, he quickly took the money, then mumbled, "Sorry for the interruption, sir. Please, carry on." He walked off, making Doof sigh of relief. "Whoo. Who would've thunk, Perry the Platypus? You can get away with ANYTHING nowadays as long as you have the money for it...yeah..." He then realized his wallet was empty. "...I just realized I gave up my last few dollars. I was going to buy Vanessa something special from the mall with...wait, where are you going?" Doof asked as Perry ran up from behind the bowling staff guy from a few minutes ago, slowly reaching into his pocket and stealing the money.
"What the...? Hey!" The guy shouted, then lamented. "Oh, man. To think I was going to go home with some extra money...guess I can tell my girlfriend that my shift involved a platypus who can bowl and likes to steal things. She won't believe it..." The man facepalmed, while Perry scampered back to Doofenshmirtz with the cash. "Wait, so you took the money BACK from that guy I bribed? Never thought you had it in you, Perry. You know, I was just going to go dig into my alimony checks to cash when we got home, but you saved me a trip!" He patted Perry's head with a smile. "Now, come on. Let's get out of here before they catch us!" And then, they both took off running out a nearby exit unnoticed. "Okay," Doofenshmirtz said, slightly out of breath. "Now, let's head to the mall. Uh...oh my...did I?" Doof reached in his pocket to get his car keys but couldn't find them." ...AAAUGH, darn it! I left my keys in the shoes area back inside. Well, guess we'll have to walk. Don't bother going back for them, Perry. They'll catch us and ban us from this place. We should wait until some other clueless guy gets hired so they don't recognize us. Boy, what a day this has been."
After a few minutes of thinking, Phineas and Ferb got to work and had just completed their newest invention: a machine that shoots various desserts into the sky, making them rain down below. It didn't seem too practical for just themselves to use, but it made for a perfect means of delivery. "Alright, gang. The machine is ready!" Phineas exclaimed, presenting the somewhat large device that resembled an oven and had a top in the shape of cupcake frosting. "Uh...what is it?" Buford scratched his head. "Glad you asked, Buford! It's a machine that allows instant baking of your favorite sweet treat, but with a twist! When they're ready, they fly waaaaaaaaay up into the air, and come parachuting down! Doesn't that sound like fun?" Baljeet nodded. "It does, Phineas...but, just one question." "Yes?" Phineas asked. "What does a machine about flying desserts have to do with Ferb and Gretchen?!" He started to yell. "You mean to tell me that THIS was your plan to add some tension to their relationship?" Ferb glared. "Dude, I'm right here, you know?" Baljeet continued, "Oh, yeah. Real class-acts when it comes to romance. Want to make two people fall in deep love for each other? Build a freakishly huge easy-bake oven that acts as a missile launcher, of course!" He started to chuckle, before getting bumped by one of Buford's elbows. "Shut it, nerd! I think this is a great plan!" Isabella sighed, "You just wanted an excuse to eat junk food." "Do not!" Buford whined, "I just...believe that the way to a girl's heart is their stomach." This made Isabella cross her arms, a slight smirk forming on her face. "Oh, really? And, what girl has ever only wanted to kiss you after gorging on some cake? That's not how things work, Buford." He was unfazed by her sudden remark, and concluded, "Whatever...still, the cupcakes and cookies are looking mighty good right now. Hey, did you add somethin' to them to make people fall in love, perhaps, Dinner Bell?
"Uh...yeah." Phineas slightly blushed, scratching his ear in embarrassment. "I may have added a love potion-like formula to one type of dessert to enhance the experience. Totally not on purpose, though!" Upon hearing this, Isabella's eyes widened. Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my GOSH! I completely just told Buford that love doesn't work by eating a cookie, but...Phineas has made some interesting stuff that's even weirder. I still remember the tree-house robots, and the airplane made out of papier mâché...so, maybe eating one of these snacks will speed up the process of me getting with Phineas! But...wait, he said only one type. Which one could it be? Whatever it is, I'm going to find it. She thought, before walking up to the machine and saying, "Okay, I'm in! Let's turn this thing on already!" Phineas showed her the settings and said, "Okay, have at it, Isabella! The first launching..." Isabella walked up and pressed the button quickly, making the machine shake a bit before dinging like an old-school timer, and the chute at the top shooting up a horde of cupcakes made of both vanilla and chocolate batter, sugar cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and even tubs of Isabella's favorite ice cream that she remembered Phineas and Ferb got for her on the day that she had gotten her tonsils removed. Buford didn't care for the ice cream too much, but pushed and shoved his way past the Fireside Girls who were running in various directions happily, trying to collect the falling cookies for himself. Phineas looked up into the sky. "Hey, guys...okay, I think that's a bit much. Nobody seemed to have found the special dessert yet-" Phineas was interrupted by Isabella, running up to him while chewing on a sugar cookie covered in pink frosting with her arms out. "Oh, Phineas!" Phineas just sat there, realizing what just happened.
Oh, shoot. Phineas thought. Isabella, of all people, found the special "enhanced" dessert, a pink sugar cookie that was to be randomly shot out of the machine, and of course, SHE was the one who caught it. She was the one who ate it. His heart began to race as Isabella ran up and tackled him into a hug on the ground. Well, time to see how those enhancements actually work. I should've tested them, but didn't. Isabella looked up and began to speak in an unsettling trance, "Oh, hello...Phineas. I never thought I'd say this, but you're looking really cute right now sitting way down there, while I'm up here." Buford walked over and started to laugh and point, trying to embarrass Phineas. "BAHAHAHA! Look! Lover boy's gettin' tackled! Guess she found the special dessert. I've been eatin' so many cookies, and yet I haven't felt all mushy around Adyson!" After hearing this, Adyson could be heard saying, "Ew! In your dreams, you big bully!" Buford shrugged. "Eh, maybe I can try for your sister, Dinner Bell." Phineas lightly chuckled, with Isabella still on top of him. "Heh, heh. Sure... so, um...Isabella? What's...up? You're not acting like your usual self."
He asked her, pretending not to know what major screw-up in his plans had just ensued.
Thankfully, Isabella was none the wiser, and she continued to speak, slightly slurred, "What do you mean? It's me! Isabella...the girl that is your best friend. The girl that's across the street and loves you so much..." She leaned in to try to kiss Phineas, making him jump and duck away out of nervousness. "Whoa! Stop! What are you doing? Isabella...we're just kids! I know you saw us kissing when we jumped into the future, but that's just it. THE FUTURE. We're still in school, not getting ready to go to college together yet. It's going to happen, but in its due time-" Phineas was interrupted by Isabella. Ferb facepalmed. "Man, I guess those enhancements we put make the subject unable to listen to basic reasoning..." Gretchen sighed, "Whoo. So glad I wasn't the one who ate that cookie, Ferb. I mean, sure, I really like you, but...Isabella has a bit of a...um...how do I put this? Obsession." She then took his hand while Ferb and the other Fireside Girls looked on, unsure of how to handle their crazed troop leader. Ferb started to think. "I'm going to go inside and figure out a way to reverse this. Isabella can't stay like this forever. The effects don't seem to be wearing off due to her infatuation being multiplied." Buford scratched his head. "I have NO idea what you're talking about. And what's this? I thought you two were supposed to be hanging out, or whatever, but no, we got a strange Isabella rescue mission all of a sudden? WHO COMES UP WITH THIS STUFF?"
After a few seconds, Ferb said, "Well, if you must know, the invention was Phineas' idea. He even admitted to putting in that enhancement, so you COULD say he's getting what's coming to him. Either way, we should still try and fix it." Ferb then walked inside the garage and looked around for the dessert machine's blueprints.
"Aha! Here we are! The reversal involves a certain number of cane sugar substitute." Ferb then rummaged into the workbench's drawers and pulled out a bag. "Good thing Phineas never threw this away...like he did to the many other backup parts."
Ferb then ran outside the garage, opened the bag, and threw the sugar towards Isabella. "Ferb? What are you doing?" Phineas asked, surprised. The sugar then scattered all over the crazed girl, and she stopped talking. Isabella blinked, "What...what just happened?" Everyone looked at each other nervously, before Buford blurted, "You ate a strange cookie and started going coo-coo over Dinner Bell!" "What?!" Isabella shrieked, before starting to chase Buford. "You're not going to embarrass me like that anymore!" "No wait! I didn't give you the cookie! Blame Dinner Bell! He built the stupid thing!"
Phineas shrugged, "Hey, you guys DID say that my snack machine was cool. I didn't think it would affect the wrong person. Sorry, bro." He looked at Ferb dejectedly, knowing that he failed yet again to push himself and Gretchen together with snack food. "It's okay, Phineas. We tried our best...just goes to show that you can't force affection?" Ferb chuckled, making Phineas raise an eyebrow. "Eh...I'm not giving up yet. I WILL make this day the one where you two finally have romance...without interruption! It may take me months...weeks...years, but I will-" Phineas started, but was interrupted by Ferb. "Bro, chill! We're still young. I told you one too many times, we can't be forced together! ...There'll be plenty of time for that stuff. Can't we just build anything without it being related to our budding love?" Phineas thought for a moment, then taking a look at Isabella still chasing Buford around the yard. "Yeah, I can live with that."