(So for all those who noticed that I posted a chapter yesterday, it was not a thing that will be happening regularly, it was just bonus.) Phineas and Ferb does not belong to me.
He walks back out to where Major Monogram is staring at him through the screen. “Sorry, Agent P. I didn’t know that you were all in the lair today.”
“No kidding.” Candace walks up behind Perry’s chair. “What is Dr. D up to today, Monogram?”
Francis reads through a paper in his hands. “Well, looks like he’s been creating several miniature robots, shaped like assorted hard candies. You know, the ones that people have around the house in jars and bowls at Christmas time?”
Perry nods. Doofenshmirtz has done stranger things before this. Phineas has put down the baseball, and he is staring at the monitor. “We’re not sure why it’s evil, but it’s Doof, and he’s evil, so what he’s doing must be evil.”
A smirk softens the Agent’s face. How many times had he listened to Monogram say pretty much this exact same thing, he has no Idea. “I’ve heard that one before, Monobrow.”
When Candace snickers, Francis looks up at her sharply. But, he says nothing except, “Go put a stop to it, Agent P.” Perry salutes, and runs to his hover jet. Throwing an apologetic glance at Candace, Ferb, and Phineas, he flies off. “Agent Flynn, if you are done down there, Carl has requested that you come and help him with an adoption.”
“Yes!” Candace grins happily. She has been requesting to be allowed to help with adoptions since she was hired. Waving to her younger brothers, she exits the lair and runs to Carl’s office.
“Come on, Ferb. We should get to work on our jobs too.” Phineas gently grabs the baseball from the “B” closet, and closes the door even more gently behind him. The boys head upstairs, Ferb carrying a state-of-the-art toolbox that was one of his gifts from Perry.
He is also holding a small box. It’s a puzzle that’s supposed to be impossible to solve, and Ferb is excited to prove whoever designed it wrong. “We’ve been too busy lately to do anything impossible or break laws of physics.”
Phineas straightens up suddenly. “We could have Candace’s wedding ceremony in the core of the Earth.”
Ferb grins, “She would never go for that. Plus, nobody will be able to come.”
“Hey, did you look at her guest list? She wants to invite Meap, Stacy’s cousins (all of them), and that one Martian who has kept up a correspondence with her since she escaped.” Phineas laughs.
His step-brother laughs too, quieter. “I never would have thought that Candace would end up working at an organization that consists entirely of animal agents.”
“Yeah. She always seemed to avoid animals.” Phineas stops at the door to his lab. “I’ll see you later, Bro.”
“You too, Phineas.” Ferb heads across the hall to his lab. He peeks back at his brother’s laboratory. Phineas has placed the baseball on his workbench, and he’s sitting in a chair staring at it. Ferb enters his lab, and sits down at a rough desk in the corner that’s painted blue. It seems very old, and the paint is chipping. “Now… about this ‘impossible’ puzzle.”
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