Phineas and Ferb does not belong to me.
The twelve year-old villain looks over the prison cell that her older brother is locked in. “Dennis, bring him a guitar and that theme song that Aloyse wrote for us. Once he’s added music for it, record him playing it.” The rabbit, after giving strict orders to one of the security guards, salutes her and heads off to follow the instructions.
Jeremy glares at his younger sister. “What makes you think that I’ll do anything for you?”
“Boredom. It’s done wonders with my other prisoners.” With this, Zon waves around at the other cells in the dark dungeon. Aside from Jeremy’s cell, which is painted white and has a cork floor and a separate bathroom, the cells are damp and grey. Filled with every O.W.C.A. agent that has ever been assigned to Zon Joshsyn, the cells also seem to be offices, where the animals seem to be working FOR Joshsyn rather than against her.
“As you can see, my partners and I have several of O.W.C.A’s best agents behind most of our plans. Of course, we have to read over everything because they could be making mistakes on purpose.” Grinning evilly, she lifts up a small chihuahua. He’s thinner than Jeremy remembers him, and he is showing signs of old age, but Pinky the chihuahua is very much alive.
“They’ve tried it in the past, but soon discovered that it means everyone down here goes hungry. Isn’t that right, Chihuahua?” A quiet and menacing growl shows that the agent still hates the little girl. Zon simply throws the old chihuahua back into his cell, and Pinky cries out in pain.
The young man winces as the old dog tries to stand, but totters over. “Suzy, put Pinky in here with me. I’ll do the song for you, but only if I have him for company.”
She waves her hand carelessly. “Aloyse, put the rat dog in with our newest prisoner.”
Back at O.W.C.A, Carl presses a button which makes the bug in Zon’s boot duplicate itself and turns on the camera. He uses a remote to maneuver it into Jeremy’s cell, and tucks it into the bottom of the bed. “Your brothers did a good job on these bugs.”
“The duplication feature is quite useful. The camera and two way communication makes it seem almost like it was designed for this exact situation.” She ponders this for a moment, but shakes her head. “But there’s no way that they could have designed this for today, right?”
Carl shrugs. “Nothing makes sense in Danville.” Nodding, Candace turns her attention back to the conversation in her fiance’s sister’s lair’s prison chamber.
Jeremy gently touches the aged agent’s bruises, pulling his hand away sharply when the agent whines in pain. “I’m glad Isabella isn’t here to see this.”
“Does she think I’m dead?” For some reason, the only thing they had taken away from the blonde man was his cellphone, so he has his animal translator in his ear.
He nods at the little dog, who sighs. “We all did. Douglas Worthington told us that she might have thrown you into a lava pit.”
Pinky growls, “Wish there was some way to let them know I’m okay. I bet that Perry would love to know that Callie is okay.” He rolls his eyes, and Jeremy’s spirit’s lift a little, knowing that the old dog hasn’t had his sense of humor entirely crushed.
Dennis opens the door just enough to pass in Jeremy’s guitar, amplifier, and some papers. Jeremy sighs, taking the things, and he sits down on his bed to read the “theme song.”
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“They’re all alive?” Candace’s face is lit up with joy.
Carl grins, “Do you think we should show ourselves to them first, or tell Isabella?”
Candace bites her lip, “Let’s see what kind of shape Pinky’s in before we tell Izzy.”
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