Phineas pulled out a screwdriver and started assembling some of the complex machinery, even as he began to sing (much to Missy's confusion).
~I'm not going to deny the simple pleasures of life have their own intrinsic value
But for every sort of task you've really just gotta ask the simple question of how'll you~
The fireside girls were completely unphased, joining in the process of building things in a burst of spontaneous choreography that left Missy baffled.
~How'll you get that thing a goin', get those creative juices a flowin' cause you can't just live with knowin' you didn't risk the fall
So when those gears in the head start spinnin', sister it's always a brand new beginnin', if you really wanna start winnin' you gotta stand tall
AND GIVE IT YOUR ALL!~
It wasn't long before the machines were put together, a fact that surprised Missy almost more then the Fireside girls bursting into chorus.
~Give, Give, Give it your aaalll, Give it, Give it your aaaaaaall!~
And then Missy was somehow swept into the operation of complex machinery, Phineas looking over her shoulder and guiding her hands in a surprisingly simple pattern. Soon enough, she was putting plastic into a machine which popped out uncolored doll heads, despite never having worked anything more complicated than the Wards console before.
~Now I shouldn't quite complain if you settle for mundane, cause it takes a lot of work to
To give two hundred percent every day that you've spent on anything but there's really a perk to~
Dolls were assembled by the dozens in mere moments, every girl plus Phineas and Ferb coordinating in an intricate dance--and it was a dance, Missy realized, matched to the rhythm of a tune she hadn't heard till that very hour.
~A perk to working out the kinks, falling into those time sinks, cause no matter what anybody thinks you can stay on the ball
So even with this quite basic goal, I don't think it's really a tole, to give a little bit more control and not settle for small...
I'LL GIVE IT MY ALL!~
Missy wasn't sure what was more astonishing; the rapid assembly of the dolls, the sudden perfect choreography, or the fact she was able to keep up with it despite not having any training at all in either matter.
~Give, Give, Give it your aaalll, Give it, Give it your aaaaaaall!~
Phineas casually stepped off one of the higher pieces of machinery to stand on his brother's head. Ferb, for his part, accepted this with a slow pirouette. The girls (aside from an increasingly nonplussed Missy) backed him up with a series of hypnotic vocals.
~Oh I know there's far more efficient ways to spend my hundred plus free summer days
but the end of the road is only one percent of the whole journey at best.
If you're just worried about getting things done, you'll miss all sideshows and the traveling fun
and honestly that'd make for the world's most boring quest.~
The brothers proceeded to go through a series of intricate poses that Missy vaguely recognized as mimicking some famous works of art. Why, she couldn't fathom, but there it was.
~Every single calculation, every principle of design, it makes figuring out the eventual answer so subliiiiiiiiiiiiime.~
Phineas finished his note and for a moment, a brief moment, there was a pause in the music, as everybody held very still. And then the boy spun on his toes, kicking back into gear as he pointed in rythym at the various components of the doll-making line.
~So we're here at the mall to make a few hundred dolls and we've got a lot of machines
Let's put them all together now and I'll show you just how we're going to handle these things~
He jumped on the circular display of dolls that they had somehow managed to make in the space of a few minutes, spreading his arms wide in an all-encompassing gesture as the music (which Missy only just realized was coming from some nonspecific point) rose to a final crescendo.
~These things that'll make things go smooth and fast, from the start to the very last, so let's leave our hesitation in the past and make these dolls
For in order to succeed, there's only one thing we really need, one fundamental creed that I'm raising as our call
LET'S GIVE IT OUR ALL!~
~Give, Give, Give it your aaalll, Give it, Give it your aaaaaaall!~
"...what... what just happened?" Missy asked after a moment.
"Oh, right, Brockton Bay doesn't have musical numbers for some reason." Phineas shrugged. "Yeah, they're a relatively regular occurrence in Danville. I think the whole Tristate Area has an average of three or four musical numbers a day...? I'd have to look up the statistics."
"That---okay, that's a little weird, but that's not what I was asking." Missy gestured at the panel in front of her. "I've never... done something like this before. I mean, this is heavy machinery, right?"
"I'd put it in the 'medium heavy' category," Ferb offered instead. "Not as heavy as actual heavy machinery, but still heavy enough to require some effort to move."
"...But it's still industrial equipment," Missy pointed out. "Which I have had no training for. And yet I somehow... just knew how to work it."
"I find a lot of people are gifted with unexpected talents," Phineas replied.
"That's not--do you seriously not see anything strange about this?" Missy insisted. "Is it just normal in Danville for kids to use industrial machinery?"
"Are you asking if we're a little young to be handling industrial equipment? Because yes, yes we are."
Phineas's casual statement prompted an expression of pure incredulity from the Brocktarian girl. Baljeet put a gentle hand on Missy's shoulder. "Listen, it's Phineas and Ferb. They just... do these things. It works! I tried questioning it a few times, using the scientific method, and... well, in the end, I found that it's better to just accept that they do these things."
Missy gaped for a moment or two, before shaking her head. "You know what? It's not my job to answer these sort of questions. I'm just here to... uh... I just came by to meet these two after those gift baskets. That's all."
"There, you see? Soooo much easier."
Missy casually pushed Baljeet's hand off her shoulder. "Whatever, we have dolls to sell for charity, I guess. Nothing about that is going to be weird." Award ReplyReport782Masterweaver27/10/2024NewAdd bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Dolled and Dangerous 2.7 New View contentMasterweaverTeller of Tales Bard Of Awesomeness15/11/2024Add bookmark#770"Well, that's furniture plus a big teddy bear solved." Heinz Doofenshmirtz rolled his shoulders with a groan as he pushed the cart out. "Man, I should have brought Norm to carry all this stuff. But then I wouldn't have anybody to babysit Riley. I wonder how they're doing? I hope they aren't up to anything too destructive." He rolled his eyes. "What am I saying, one's a giant robot man and the other was practically raised by a cult of serial killers. They're probably terrorizing the rats in the building or something."
"And then she tore off his arm and ate it."
"That Sounds Like It Would Have Been Extremely Traumatizing To Witness!"
"Yeah, but Ned grew it back in, like, an hour. More tea?"
"Why Thank You! I Thoroughly Enjoy Partaking In Imaginary Beverages!"
"Horrifying to think about, really. Oh well, the sooner I get back the sooner I can fix whatever they broke." Heinz pulled out a paper, running his fingers down a list. "Now let's see, we've got furniture, new dishes, an experimental lab set up, sheets, pillows, some healthy but expensive foods for a growing child--actually, now that I think about it I'm going to need to have a talk with Riley about that, what with all the surgeries she's been through..."
"Chrrchrchrrrrr..."
Heinz looked down at the agent frowning up at him. "Oh hello, Perry the Platypus! Don't worry, I'm not up to any evil schemes today. I'm just getting things for Riley--you know, since my place is really only set up for me, Norm, and Vanessa when she visits. I'm kind of surprised you're here, actually, wouldn't OWCA be dealing with the whole Brockton situation?"
Perry gave him a flat look.
"Okay, yes, I know that I caused the Brockton situation, but it was an accident. And it's not like I'm going to do anything evil today."
Perry crossed his arms.
"You're going to stick to me like glue, huh? Alright, fine." Heinz looked at his shopping cart. "You know what, why don't you help me with my shopping? I'd get it done that much faster and you'd be able to keep an eye on me."
Perry considered the situation but, eventually, nodded his consent.
"Great! So we should probably get some toiletries. You know, toothbrushes, toothpaste, combs, that sort of thing. Hmm. While I'm thinking of it, we might want to get some new towels as well... Come on, Perry the Platypus, let's hit Watercloset Wonders!"
"Chrrrr."
"Yes it is a real shop. I should know, my cousin Narthelliot runs it. Funny story about that, really--"
"Oh look, there's Stacy and Lisa!" Candace waved eagerly at the pair. "Hi girls!"
"Hey Candace! Hey Taylor!" Stacy sauntered over idly to the pair. "How're you two doing?"
"Great! We've been doing a little shopping and expanding Taylor's wardrobe. Did you know she didn't have a single dress?"
"That's not nearly as surprising as you think it is," Taylor grumbled. "A lot of girls in Brockton don't have dresses."
"Yeah, you want to have your legs free for running," Lisa agreed.
"Ah, yeah, that makes sense. It's why I wear a skirt. That and I've got great legs," Candace mused. "Oh! Taylor! We should get you a skirt!"
"What?!"
"You'd look great in a skirt!" Candace insisted.
Taylor stared at her, as though she'd suggested the sun was a fine place for ice fishing. "...no I wouldn't."
"Yes you would, you've got fabulous legs."
"...no I don't."
"Oh god." Lisa put a hand to her temple. "Taylor, can you tell me who it is that filled your head with lies? Cause if they said you looked anything less than at least pretty, I think they deserve a punch or two."
"That's not--" Taylor cut herself off, shaking her head. "Look, I... I get that you're all trying to be supportive but honestly, I know what I look like."
"A gorgeous raven-haired teenager that's only two inches short to be a candidate for the next Flawless Girl spokesmodel?" Stacy offered.
Candace scoffed. "Flawless Girl advertising preys on the insecurities of young women."
"As I recall, you were wailing about being 'two inches too ugly' when they came to town to recruit you and risked permanent gigantification to make up for it."
"Yeah, well, I learned my lesson," Candace said. "And that's that I'm gorgeous no matter how tall I am."
"I'm pretty sure Taylor's not done growing," Lisa noted, peering at the dark-haired girl. "I think she might hit six feet or more."
"So I'll always be a lanky twig--? OW!" Taylor covered her head. "Hey, what--? Why do you have a rolled up newspaper?!"
"My coworkers are weird," Lisa replied, putting the newspaper back into her purse. "Now stop trying to pretend you aren't pretty and accept that twelve guys have checked you out since we started talking."
"That--what?" Taylor blinked. "That's not--I would have noticed that!"
"You'd be surprised what people miss," Candace replied. "I mean my mom still doesn't believe that Phineas and Ferb have done anything! She's been in the same room as some of their most obvious contraptions, literally two feet away, and she doesn't even hear it when the thing gets zapped by a beam from the sky or pulled out by a helicopter or whatever!"
She paused, taking in Taylor's concerned look, Lisa's baffled expression, and Stacy's amused smirk.
"My point is," she continued, "I can totally believe that you, Taylor, have somehow missed that you are a knockout. But you should trust us when we say you are. Me especially, I've actually been a model once or twice."
"...maybe there are different beauty standards between universes," Taylor mumbled, rubbing her arm uncomfortably.
Lisa sighed. "You know what, sure. We can go with that for now."
Taylor gave an exasperated sigh. "And how have you been adjusting to the city?" she asked Lisa. "I mean, I get that you got Stacy to buy you all this stuff--"
"Oh no, I bought it with my own money," Lisa replied.
"...but... this mall doesn't accept Brockton coinage."
"And by my own money, I mean I dropped by one of the local banks and opened an account with some collateral," Lisa replied smoothly.
"Collateral? Like what, exactly?"
"Just some Bet-exclusive tech."
"Yo Brian! Where's my Xbox?"
"What makes you think I would know?"
"I'll get it back as soon as I can transfer money from my Bet bank accounts to the local version," Lisa continued.
Taylor looked a little skeptical, for a moment, but she apparently decided to drop it. "I guess that makes sense...."
"It's a stopgap solution," Lisa admitted, "but you know what? I'm sure somebody's working on the problem right now." Award ReplyReport830Masterweaver15/11/2024NewAdd bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Dolled and Dangerous 2.8 New View contentMasterweaverTeller of Tales Bard Of Awesomeness13/12/2024Add bookmark#860"...so the local banks are going to open conversation with the Brockton Banks to start opening up transitory accounts, and as part of that they'll be sending temporary credit cards to anybody from Brockton who signs up." The mall manager turned away from his computer. "In the interim, I've sent out a memo advising the storefronts in this building to accept Brockton coinage at a one-to-one ratio. That policy will likely go into effect tomorrow."
Vicky nodded. "That'll help a lot, thanks."
"And thank you for bringing this issue to my attention. Money matters may be more ephemeral than practical concerns, but a society runs on the exchange of goods and services as much as it does on those goods and services themselves."
"...huh, that's surprisingly deep," Vicky admitted.
"Political science major," the manager explained. "Surprisingly useful in this line of work."
"I can imagine. Anyway, I'll do my best to spread the word about this." Vicky got up out of the chair, backing out of the room. "The sooner the people of Brockton Bay know there's a safety net, the better. Thanks again!"
"Wow." Vanessa put a hand on her hip as they walked away from the office. "You were amazingly professional."
"Yeah, well, my mom's a lawyer. Taught me and my sister a lot of things." Vicky shrugged. "Hey, as long as I have you with me, you know any good shampoo stores in this place?"
"Oh, there's Watercloset Wonders. I've been meaning to talk to Cousin Narthelliot anyway."
"Cousin Narthelliot?"
"Part of the Doofenshmirtz family. Just, uh, try not to stare, okay?"
"Stare? Why would I stare?"
"You'll see," Vanessa assured her with a sly little grin.
Isabella tapped her clipboard with a grin. "It looks like dolls are flying off the shelves! Gretchen, your advertising campaign was excellent."
"Thanks!"
"Missy, you think you can rope some people from the Brockton Bay side of things into buying dolls?"
Missy sighed. "Yeah, that's probably not going to happen."
Isabella frowned in thought. "Right, you guys use dollar coins instead of bills. I guess incompatible currencies would prevent purchases."
"That's not--no, I mean," Missy rubbed her temples, "that's one of the reasons, but... it's more... dolls are happy things. For happy people. Brockton Bay isn't really a happy place."
"Well, Danville is a pretty happy place," Phineas pointed out. "So maybe now that Brockton Bay is here, you can all learn to be happy!"
"...I don't know if that'll work."
"We won't know until we try!"
Missy shrugged. "I mean, sure, but you might want to get ready to be disappointed. When things are so terrible for so long, any improvement is naturally viewed with suspicion. Believe me, I know," she added in a sullen undertone.
Isabella reached out a gentle hand to clasp her shoulder. "Missy... do you want a doll?"
"No."
"Because I'd be quite happy to give you one."
"I don't want a doll."
"Not even one you made yourself?"
"I have lived this long without dolls, I don't need one now."
"I would like a doll," Buford offered. At everyone's curious looks, he shrugged. "What? I can like dolls and still be tough."
"He has a point," Baljeet agreed.
Missy rubbed her temples. "Some of us," she said bluntly, "do not actually want to be 'girly'."
Isabella blinked, staring at her as though she'd started speaking a foreign language. "...is being feminine a bad thing in Brockton culture?"
"No. Yes. Kind of? It's--" Missy flailed her limbs. "Like, listen, people don't think that girls that wear skirts can hold their own against thugs."
"That's silly," Phineas said. "Our big sister Candace wears a skirt, and she's one of the most physically adroit people we know! Heck, she wrestled an alligator with her bare hands once!"
"...really."
"Yeah, that was a weird and complicated day," Isabella noted.
"Trust me," Phineas said, "Candace is definitely in touch with her feminine side, but she's also one of the toughest people in this city."
"OHMYGODIT'SSOCUTEI'MGONNADIE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Taylor clapped her hands over her ears as Candace screeched in adorifying joy and clutched a plushie of... some... weird... cat monkey thing? She wasn't sure what it was supposed to be, besides (apparently) adorable. Then again, she was on a whole other Earth. Lacking context for what was and wasn't normal was... probably to be expected.
"...The heck is a Bango-Ru?" Lisa muttered, looking over the plush lines.
"It's this whole toyline from Japan," Stacy explained. "My cousins are really into it. And also a bunch of people on this side of the ocean. It's... one of those weirdly charming things that probably isn't intended to make much sense."
"Huh." Lisa picked up a strange elephant bumblebee. "This is from Japan, really?"
"Yeah, Japan makes a lot of cool stuff. Video games, cars, toys... I probably wouldn't survive the working culture, though," Stacy admitted. "I'm a little too passive."
Lisa nodded, slowly putting the doll back on the shelf. "Wow."
"What, is Japan different on your world?"
"Yeeeeah, after Leviathan sunk Kyushu the entire country... basically started falling apart," Lisa admitted.
That statement was enough to snap Candace out of her cute-induced fuzzfit. "Wait, who did what now?"
"Levithan," Taylor said quietly. "Second of the three Endbringers. Giant monsters that attack once every three months--one at a time, thankfully, but they're still..."
"They're dangerous enough that they aren't considered polite conversation," Lisa finished for her. "Besides, they aren't here, and I don't think they're coming here. Let's talk about literally anything else."
"Uh... okay?" Candace put the weird japanese plush thing back on the shelf, sharing a concerned look with Stacy. "How about... oh, I know! You guys have superheroes, right? Who's your favorite?"
"Locally or worldwide?"
"How about both?" Candace suggested as they walked down the mall corridors.
"Hmm, okay. Worldwide, I'd have to say Alexandria," Lisa offered.
Taylor smiled wryly. "Oh that's an easy one. Every girl wants to be Alexandria. Super strong, super smart, and she can fly."
"Yeah, and she's the only girl in the Triumvirate--the leaders of the Protectorate, the national superhero organization," Lisa explained for the other two. "But if I had to pick locally..." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I think I'd go with... Assault."
Stacy narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "There's a hero named Assault?"
"Yep. He's one of the more down-to-earth kinds, not stiff like Armsmaster or Miss Militia. Really gets what people go through, and generally has a quip for every situation. You need people like that on a team, no matter how irritating they might be, because otherwise the team's always going to be too serious."
"I would not have pegged you as a fan of the jokester," Taylor admitted.
"I have many secrets, and I guard them all with the zeal of a dragon. What about you, Taylor?"
"...Toss-up between Miss Militia and Armsmaster," Taylor finally said. "They both get the job done. When they're not being hamstrung by internal politics, that is."
Lisa hummed thoughtfully. "Interesting viewpoint..."
"Is there a reason these superheroes all have such military names?" Candace asked curiously.
"Because they're part of the government," Lisa replied. "To be fair, though, they don't all have aggressive names. Velocity is a speedster, sort of, and the Wards tend to have less violent names."
"Wards?"
"Underage parahumans who join the Protectorate for training. Vista, Gallant, Aegis, Kid Win, they're around our age or younger." Lisa tapped her cheek thoughtfully. "If I recall correctly, Triumph just graduated out of the Wards into the Protectorate proper..."
"...Huh." Candace put her hands on her hips thoughtfully. "You know, I never really thought about it, but making a separate group for underage superheroes and supervillains kind of makes sense."
"Yeah, one group wouldn't have a driver's license," Stacy agreed. "Among other things."
"Eh..." Lisa waggled a hand. "Some of them have powers that specifically require cars, but yeah, generally Wards are less... active then the Protectorate. For 'I don't want to see my kid battling villains' reasons."
"Oof, yeah, superhero parents must have a heck of a time," Candace agreed. "'It's past your bedtime, young lady! Stop fighting Boot von Stomp and go home!'"
Lisa snickered. "Boot von Stomp? What, does he have super kicking powers?"
"You'd think so, but really he shoots plasma from his hands. He just happens to have huge boots and likes kicking people." Candace turned to Taylor. "What do you think, Taylor? Should our hypothetical teenage superhero have a curfew?"
"Oh look, dolls," Taylor pointed out very calmly, as various flies and roaches around a dumpster outside freaked out.
Candace followed her pointing finger with her eyes. "Oh yeah, that's neat. Looks like the Fireside Girls are having a charity sale." She narrowed her eyes as she spotted a familiar pair of preteens. "And Phineas and Ferb are helping them..."
Stacy frowned, stepping forward. "Candace..."
"Stacy, come on, it's--"
"Candace, it's dolls." Stacy put a hand on her shoulder. "Ordinary dolls. Being sold for charity."
"...Mmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnrrrrrrrrrrggggggrrrrrrmmmmmppppppphhhh...."
"I... don't see what the problem is," Taylor admitted. "I mean, I know Phineas and Ferb make impossible machines, but... are they actually hurting anybody?"
"Mmmmrrrghlfrgphnsnfrblwysgrrrrrrr..."
Lisa watched Candace's twisting expressions with abject curiosity. "...This is an actual compulsion for you, isn't it?"
"RRRRRmmmmmgrmlpfrgglgrrrrmmm..."
"Ahuh." Lisa glanced at the doll sale, then at Stacy. "If we don't let her investigate, what's the likelihood she'll have a mental breakdown?"
"At this stage, I'd give it forty percent odds." Stacy frowned. "I think. I don't know how odds work."
"Ahuh." The blonde looked at Candace for a few seconds more, before clapping her hands together. "Alright, just a brief check to make sure these kids aren't doing anything stupid or dangerous, then we get back to forcing Taylor through retail therapy. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes." Award ReplyReport850Masterweaver13/12/2024NewAdd bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Dolled and Dangerous 2.9 New View contentMasterweaverTeller of Tales Bard Of Awesomeness19/8/2025Add bookmark#932"PHINEAS AND FERB!"
Missy blinked as a red-headed teenager with an abnormally long neck stomped up to the brothers, who reacted with bright smiles. "Oh hi Candace!"
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Helping the Fireside Girls make dolls to sell for charity."
The girl, Candace apparently, narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "And are you violating any laws of man, physics, or common sense to do so?"
Phineas looked at Ferb. Ferb looked over a clipboard, carefully tapping his pen down it, before shaking his head. Phineas turned back to the girl. "Surprisingly, no. No we aren't."
"That's debatable," Missy muttered. "Sorry, who are you exactly?"
"Oh, this is Candace, our big sister. Candace, this is Missy Biron, she's one of the new Brockton people. And that's Stacy, Candace's friend."
"Yo," said the asian girl walking up.
"And those two are Taylor and Lisa, Brockton natives. We just met them yesterday."
"Ah...huh," Missy said slowly. "Nice to meet you, I guess? I'm Missy Biron."
"Nice to meet you too, kid." Candace narrowed her eyes as she peered into the operation. "So there's nothing bust-worthy here?"
Phineas shrugged. "Not to my knowledge."
"Hrm. And what charity is this sale supporting?"
"Oh we're donating money to the Wheelchair Orphan Foundation," Isabella explained. "Every day, innocent wheelchairs are abandoned by families who no longer need them. The W.O.F. is raising money to make sure these wheelchairs are put into loving homes."
"...what," Missy said flatly.
Candace nodded, pulling out a few dollars. "That makes sense. Put me down for two dolls."
"What."
Baljeet tilted his head curiously. "Why are you reacting with such disbelief?"
Missy took a deep breath. "Baljeet," she said slowly, "wheelchairs are inanimate objects."
"Well, so is Kimpaloon the magical old-timey bathing suit that lives in the Himalayas, and he's an internationally loved and protected creature."
A dead silence descended on the group for a moment.
Eventually, Taylor rose a questioning finger. "I'm sorry, there's... a what living in the Himalayas?"
"A magical old-timey bathing suit," Candace repeated. "You know, white and green stripes, face on the chest, says NANG NANG NANG NANG all the time?"
Taylor stared at her, with an expression that was clearly questioning her sanity. There were similar stares from the other Brockton natives, which grew increasingly disturbed once the three of them realized they were the only ones who were staring.
"Yeah, uh..." Lisa cleared her throat, awkwardly breaking the silence. "We, we don't have that on Earth Bet."
"Huh. Weird."
"...Aaaaanyway," the blonde girl continued, "we have investigated your brother's current actions, and found nothing worth reporting to your mother about. Is your busting compulsion satisfied, or are you going to need to stand here and watch everything in detail?"
"Busting compulsion?" Missy asked.
"It is this whole thing with Candace," Baljeet explained. "She always attempts to show her mother what Phineas and Ferb are doing, but her mother never actually sees it happening."
"Fine, I'll give it a pass. For now." Candace took her purchases, gave one last pointed look to her cheerfully smiling brother, and then started cooing over the dolls in her hands. "Oh you two are adorable! You'll look great in my plushie collection."
"...I'd buy a doll too, but Brockton money isn't any good here," Taylor said, awkwardly rubbing her arm.
"Oof." Missy cringed. "That's going to be a big problem if people don't get ahead of it."
"I'm sure somebody's working on it," Phineas reassured her. "Heck, if it's still a problem tomorrow morning, we might handle it ourselves!"
"I... don't think you're legally qualified to handle interdimensional money exchange."
Candace narrowed her eyes. "No no no, let him talk. I'm very interested. In fact," she pulled out a pen and pad, "I'm willing to take notes."
"Oh, that's a great idea! In fact, why don't we all meet up at the food court to talk about this after we're done selling these dolls?" Phineas nodded toward Candace's friends. "You two almost certainly have a good viewpoint on the Brockton side of things, so we can come up for a plan for tomorrow!"
"I, uh, could probably also contribute," Missy interjected quickly. "Call my aunt and uncle for their own thoughts."
Taylor adjusted her glasses. "My dad's with the union, but... well, I don't have a cell phone. Personal reasons."
"I can call him," Lisa offered. "I mean, if you're comfortable giving me his work number."
"...I don't see how you could possibly abuse it..."
"You just don't have the proper imagination."
Taylor frowned. "Okay, now I'm concerned."
"We can talk about it while we keep shopping," Lisa offered, picking up a doll and handing it to her. Isabella narrowed her eyes, holding out a hand. "Alright, alright, hold your horses, I've got your money here..."
"I was not expecting your cousin to look like that," Vicky admitted as she stepped out of the shop. "You sure he's not a case 53?"
"I don't know what that is, but no. The Doofenshmirtz family just has a number of odd lookers." Vanessa put a hand on her hip, gesturing. "Case in point."
Vicky blinked, turning to see a man in a labcoat pushing a rather large cart and accompanied by... a teal platypus in a fedora? "Er..."
"Oh hi Vanessa!" the man greeted in a cheerfully grating tone. "Who's your friend?"
"This is Victoria Dallon, she's one of the Brockton people. Vicky, this is my dad, Heinz Doofenshmirtz."
"Oh! Uh... it's nice to meet you, mister Doofenshmirtz." Vicky glanced at the platypus again. "And... uh..."
The platypus chirred, tipping his hat slightly.
"Oh, that's Perry the Platypus," Vanessa added casually.
"...Nice to meet you too?"
"Perry the Platypus is helping me pick up supplies for--hmm." Heinz rubbed his chin awkwardly. "I just realized, I haven't told you that you have a new little sister yet."
The shock on Vanessa's face was so intense, Vicky thought she could hear the dramatic musical sting. No, wait, she actually could hear the dramatic musical sting, there was a trumpet player literally standing right behind them.
"...Uh..." She looked the man up and down. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm practicing for my audition into the choreography corps."
"The what now?" Vicky asked.
"Hold on," Vanessa held up her hands, "how can I have a sister? I know you and mom haven't gotten back together, and... no offense Dad, but I didn't think you've been with any other woman long enough to get to that point."
A dramatic trumpet tone played at that statement.
"Oh no, I haven't," her father reassured her. "But this girl popped into my apartment after the whole city merge. I tried to get her back home, but that didn't really work out... and, well, I'm pretty sure her birth parents have passed on anyway."
"Oh. Okay, so this is just an adoption." Vanessa let out a low breath. "Okay, that, that I can understand. You nearly freaked me out there!" She frowned as the trumpet player started on a comedic tone. "No, no, this isn't funny. More a relaxed acceptance."
"Aw, darn," the trumpeteer said. "I thought I was really reading the mood."
"Is this normal?" Vicky asked. "Do people just come up and play background music all the time?"
"It's not usually this blatant, but it's pretty clear this guy's an amateur."
The trumpeteer sagged, wandering off as he played a dejected tune.
"He wasn't doing that badly," Heinz said. "Give him a couple of months!"
"...ooooooookaaaaaaaay..." Vicky let out a breath. "So... new sister, huh?"
"Yeah."
"I remember when my mom brought Amy home. That was an adjustment..." Award ReplyReport901Masterweaver19/8/2025NewAdd bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Dolled and Dangerous 2.10 New View contentMasterweaverTeller of Tales Bard Of Awesomeness31/8/2025Add bookmark#1,005"You know, it's oddly relaxing to know that Phineas and Ferb aren't doing anything unusual." Candace cradled her purchases in one arm as she examined the mall stores. "Like part of me can't help but think they must be up to something, but I already know their plan for the day, so it doesn't act up too much."
"That is one hell of a compulsion you've got there," Lisa observed. "Have you ever thought of seeing a psychiatrist?"
"I mean, I've signed up to find one, but a lot of the psychiatric offices in Danville are seriously backed up. Probably has something to do with that whole zombie pharmacist outbreak a while back."
Taylor blinked. "...sorry, the what now?"
"Yeah, there was this weird condition going around," Stacy explained. "The mayor got hit by one of those energy beams, turned into a mindless guy in a labcoat, and started wandering around. Anybody he touched turned into the same mindless guy, then anybody they touched did as well... luckily the whole thing was apparently based on a variation of static electricity, so Phineas and Ferb tapped the water tower to sprinkle Danville, and a good rain dealt with the rest."
"I was actually one of the last victims," Candace added. "Helped hold off the mob long enough for the boys to get to the water tower."
The casual, offhand tale made both Lisa and Taylor stare at the girls in abject horror, as though they had admitted to living through a horrific natural disaster. Or, well, an unnatural disaster. Now that Candace thought about it, the whole situation was actually pretty terrifying to think about, and to live through. Was that why everybody was desperate for a psychiatrist in the weeks after? She'd just shrugged and moved on, but then again, she was used to dealing with unusual situations...
"I actually didn't learn about it until after the fact," Stacy added. "Stayed home watching movies. Craziest thing."
"Ah... huh." Taylor adjusted her glasses warily. "And does that... sort of thing... happen often?"
"What sort of thing?" Candace asked.
"You know, big city-wide events that endanger a large population?"
"Eh," Stacy shrugged, "yes and no? There's a lot of stuff that happens that could become a big problem, but they get handled pretty quickly. We only really get big crises like that... I want to say every other month? I'd have to check the official statistics."
"...I... see."
"So where does Brockton Bay suddenly popping up fit on the local crisis scale?" Lisa asked.
"Eh, put it at a six out of ten. Serious, but not severe."
"Good to know!" Lisa pulled out her phone. "On an unrelated note, I need to make a few calls to some friends."
"Oh I know how that feels," Candace said. "Wait a second! We should all exchange phone numbers!"
"I, uh... I don't have a phone," Taylor admitted.
Candace and Stacy both gasped in horror.
"What? I already told you this. It's not that weird..."
"Girl," Lisa deadpanned, "we live in a world with capes. You need a phone, if only to tell your dad if you get caught up in a cape fight. Or a random musical number," she added contemplatively. "Or a minor zombie outbreak. Or... uh..."
"Or you get kidnapped by aliens," Candace offered.
"....yyyyyeah. Or that." Lisa gave Candace an odd look. "That happen often?"
"Oh you have NO idea, trust me."
"...Huh."
"What?" Missy looked at Isabella. "What is it?"
"Well, we've sold all the dolls, which is good, but now I'm wondering what's going to happen next."
"...Excuse me?"
"I mean, look at this." Isabella gestured at the large collection of machines in front of her. "This is all the stuff Phineas and Ferb made for us today, and it's all... still here. Usually it just disappears somehow. But it's... here. Standing there."
"Things don't just... disappear," Missy pointed out. "There has to be a reason for it!"
"Well, there was that one time Candace tried to figure things out," Isabella mused. "That ended with her dumping paint on the yard."
Missy opened her mouth, paused, and slowly closed it. "...so," she decided to say, "you're waiting for something weird to happen to make all this stuff vanish?"
"Yep."
"Instead of, possibly, dealing with it yourself? Wait, what am I saying," Missy corrected, "you can't handle this sort of thing, you're a kid."
Isabella frowned. "For your information, I already got my industrial recycling badge. All the girls did. As well as a commendation from the city safety inspector."
"...I have so many questions, I don't even know where to start."
"Didn't you read the invitation pamphlet? I know Phineas and Ferb put one in each of the gift baskets."
"I, ah..." Missy cleared her throat. "I haven't really had the opportunity to do more than skim it. It's only been a day!" she added at Isabella's look. "I just got transported to another world! Where things like flying gift basket swarms are apparently normal!"
"...alright, but you really should read it. The Tristate Area has some local policies that don't really appear anywhere else in the country."
Missy glanced at the miniature factory that two prepubescent boys had made offhandedly to mass manufacture dolls for sale. "Yeah, I can believe that."
Isabella rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Still, gotta figure out what to do about all this."
"It's not like somebody is going to just walk up and offer to take it off our hands," Missy agreed.
"Oh my god, what are these things?!"
Missy and Isabella were almost bowled over by a blonde woman in dirty khaki coveralls. Really dirty, Missy noted--grease stains and other stains intermingling into a rust-colored pattern that wouldn't look out of place at the bottom of a trash can. The tools hanging off her belt were equally unclean, though clearly maintained enough to be functional. And the sense of being overly used extended to her very face, smudged with oil and eyes reddened with drug use.
"Those are our doll manufacturing machines," Isabella explained brightly. "Phineas and Ferb put them together to help the fireside girls after the dolls we made for charity were stolen."
The woman frowned, almost as if connecting something. "Stolen?"
"Yeah, darndest thing. We stored them all in a warehouse, checked on them every day, and then this morning, poof! They were gone."
"...huh. Weird. Anyway..." She pulled out a wallet. "How much for these things?"
Isabella glanced at her hands. "You should know that the city hasn't quite set up an exchange rate for Brockton money yet."
"Oh."
"Not that it matters," she continued. "You can just take these. We're done with them anyway."
"Oh! Great!" Without another word, the woman pushed the machines together and wheeled them out the door.
"...Isabella?" Missy said, very calmly.
"Yes?"
"That was Squealer."
"...Who?"
"A small-time supervillain working for a drug-pushing gang," Missy explained. "She makes superpowered vehicles."
Isabella blinked, looking after the woman, who vanished around the corner with her haul.
"...Huh." After a moment, she shrugged. "I'll have to keep an eye out for her from now on, I guess."Last edited: 31/8/2025 Award ReplyReport747Masterweaver31/8/2025NewAdd bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Dolled and Dangerous 2.11 New View contentMasterweaverTeller of Tales Bard Of Awesomeness23/9/2025Add bookmark#1,079"...and that is why Amy hates strawberries," Victoria finished with a shrug. "So yeah, adjusting takes time, but trust me, it's worth it."
Vanessa nodded thoughtfully. "Wow. You know, I'm... still kind of surprised about the new little sister thing, but after Norm, I guess I can understand. Speaking of which, how's Norm doing?"
"Oh he's doing well," her father said. "In fact, he's babysitting Riley while I'm out shopping!"
"Is he... qualified for that?"
"I made him an instruction manual, no worries."
"Can I have another cookie?"
"This Book Says That I Should Not Feed You Too Many Sweets!"
"I mean you shouldn't do that to an ordinary girl, but I totally adjusted my own digestive system to get rid of those problems."
"That Is Something I Can Believe! Okay, You Can Have Another Cookie, But You Cannot Let Doctor Doofenshmirtz Know!"
Victoria boggled a bit. "You made an instruction manual for babysitting?"
"Yeah, Norm loves instruction manuals," Doctor Doofenshmirtz explained casually. "Has a whole library of them he reads."
"I'm still surprised he got a manual for a nuclear submarine," Vanessa added.
"Oh he bought that one online--"
"You let the man who has a manual for a nuclear submarine babysit your adoptive daughter?" Victoria asked, concern clear in her voice.
Vanessa rolled her eyes. "My dad hangs out with a platypus, and I turned out alright. No offense, Perry," she added.
"Chrrrhrrhrr."
"Right. Yes. That." Victoria ran a hand through her hair. "Okay, I have to ask: Is the platypus in the hat a normal thing here?"
"Oh yeah, there's this whole organization," Doofenshmirtz said casually. "I mean, they aren't all platypuses, there's a lot of--"
"MAKE A HOLE PEOPLE!" A woman ran past, pushing a collection of semi-industrial looking machines.
Victoria blinked. "Wait--that's SQUEALER! Holy shit I've got to go, uh, nice meeting you Vanessa and Vanessa's dad and... Vanessa's dad's platypus friend..." Shaking her head, she flew after the rapidly retreating woman.
"...Huh." Vanessa put a hand on her hip. "Didn't know she could fly."
"That is odd," Heinz agreed. "Not that there's anything wrong with it."
"No, of course not." Vanessa glanced at the shopping cart. "So... new sister, huh?"
"Yeah. She's a little delicate right now, so I don't know if she's ready to meet you--"
"No no, I get that. But what if I, I dunno, bought some dolls or something for her? Just as a way to say 'I'm your new sister, and I want to get to know you', sort of thing?"
"Oh, that sounds wonderful! Come on, Perry the Platypus, we've got some shopping to finish."
"Thanks for buying us food, Candace." Taylor looked at her meal. "Although I don't know why you insisted on pizza..."
"It's tradition! Teenagers, talk, pizza. I mean, we can get other stuff, but why would we?"
"Oh I don't know," Lisa quipped as she hung up her phone, "we could be on a diet or lactose intolerant or trying to avoid stereotypes..."
Candace narrowed her eyes. "Are you any of those things?"
"Nah, I just wanted to mess with you." Lisa turned to Taylor. "Your dad says hi, by the way."
"Thanks," Taylor deadpanned. "And his thoughts about the money thing?"
"The banks have apparently started contacting the various big businesses and each other, and they're working out a credit card thing. The specifics should be online. If, you know, you have a computer that connects to the local internet."
"Well that's good," Candace said.
"Until people spend all the money on their credit cards and go into debt," Taylor replied blandly.
"Ooof, yeah, credit card debt is the worst," Stacy agreed. "I had a cousin who went into debt. Spent six months working as a department store mannequin."
"...you mean working on the mannequins."
"Nope. As."
Taylor stared at her with confusion. "That... cannot be legal."
"Different world, Taylor," Lisa reminded her. "Different rules. We've seen that ourselves."
Taylor would have objected to that, but at that very moment Phineas and Ferb walked in, followed by their friends. "I see your point," she conceded.
"Hey everyone!" Phineas waved. "How are things with the money situation?"
"The banks are handling it," Taylor replied. "Something about credit cards."
"Huh. Well, I'm not sure that will work out in the long run, but as a stopgap measure I suppose it's alright," Phineas said, taking a slice of pizza.
"I think we ran into one of those super villains you were talking about, Taylor," Isabella added. "At least that's what Missy says."
Taylor stiffened. "You... did?"
"Squealer," Missy reported. "The Merchants are small-time, technically, but she did take that doll-making equipment, and she is a tinker, so... yeah, expect the sale of illegal drugs to go up."
Stacy frowned thoughtfully. "I don't know if there's a market for illegal drugs in Danville. We've got a lot of crazy things going on already, I don't think anybody wants to start hallucinating on top of that."
"Well, the Merchants will find a way," Missy grumbled. "Gangs always do in Brockton Bay."
"But we're in Danville," Candace pointed out.
"Is that really going to make a big difference?" Missy asked sarcastically.
"Hey buddy. You want to buy some good stuff?"
"Thanks pal, but I'm good. I've already got plenty of balloon animals at home."
"Balloon ani--? I was talking about weed!"
"Oh, my lawn's filled with weeds already, don't worry. But thanks for caring about the environment!"
"I think it might," Candace replied simply. "I mean the last time we had a supervillain in town, he lasted all of one day before giving up."
Missy blinked in confusion. "...Huh. Really?"
"Yeah, that was a wild afternoon," Stacy confirmed. "Protip, wandering around in a giant hamster ball is sloooooooow."
Taylor glanced at her weirdly. "I... suppose it would be."
"...I'm going to need to keep coming over to your place to figure out half of what's going on, aren't I?" Missy stated in a flat, tired voice.
"Well not always," Phineas replied. "Sometimes we do projects somewhere else!"
"Wonderful." Missy rubbed her temples. "At least it's not going to be boring."
"...and the rest of the day was basically normal kids hanging out," Missy finished. "I did ask some follow-up questions, mostly to confirm the whole 'they've gone to space' thing. According to both them and their friends, they have gone to space multiple times. Oh, and their pet platypus showed up, which is something he apparently just does. On an unrelated note, the 'american platypus' is apparently teal and orange in coloration, as opposed to the 'austrailian platypus', but is otherwise basically identical."
Director Piggot leveled a flat look at her. "I don't think the platypus will ever be relevant to our job, as strange as it is. However, if these boys have in fact created spacecraft multiple times..." She trailed off for a moment. "Are you certain that wasn't just a case of children playing pretend?"
"If they are, they got their sister and her friend in on the game," Missy replied. "Although I admit that I don't have any hard evidence beyond their testimony, so..." She shrugged awkwardly.
"Right, once we're up and running again we'll send a request for followup to the analysis department." Her fingers rapped against the table. "For now, we need a discrete observation and protection on them, since the gangs will most likely try to snatch them up once they've gotten adjusted to the transition. Vista, you've made contact, so you'll be on point for that."
"So... just to be clear," Vista said warily, "I'm going to be hanging out with these boys every afternoon?"
"For the foreseeable future, yes. We'll come up with a proper schedule going forward. Armsmaster, talk to the plainclothes division to arrange the details."
Armsmaster nodded once. "I'll do so at my earliest convenience. That said, while we have incorporated our basic networks into Danville's own, the more complicated computer security and tinkertech systems still need to be brought online. That will necessarily fill my schedule for quite some time."
"Just as long as those boys have a protection detail by tomorrow morning. An issue prevented is an issue we won't have to handle."
"Understood."
The director nodded, pulling out a piece of paperwork and quickly writing some things down. "Vista, since you will be monitoring those boys directly, you will be writing up reports for any more of their 'inventions'. I'll call you in for a verbal report if the situation demands it."
Vista straightened up. "Understood, Director."
"Good." The director handed the paper over to her. "Give this to Triumph, he'll reschedule Wards patrols around your special assignment."
Vista saluted and marched out of the office. She was of two minds about the situation. On the one hand, she was being ordered to basically play with kids--granted, very intelligent kids who were clearly tinkers and thus important to the PRT, but children nontheless. Being relegated to babysitter was... not exactly as heroic a job as she would have wanted. But on the other hand... well, on the other hand, she knew the gangs would stop at nothing to get their hands on the boys. So she'd clench her teeth and bear the indignity, all to make sure Brockton Bay (and Danville, now) was safe.
After all, who knew what dastardly villains were plotting to ensnare innocent young children right this very moment?
"I'm home!" Heinz declared loudly as he kicked open the door.
"Hello, mister Doofenshmirtz!" Riley quickly rushed over and helped him carry in the various bags he was balancing in his arms. "Wow, you sure bought a lot!"
"Yeah, and this isn't even all of it! There's some furniture downstairs--Norm, could you go get that?"
"Of Course, Sir!" Norm declared, casually strolling through the wall.
"NORM, THERE WAS A--oh never mind," Doof muttered, "I'll just pull from the lab repair budget to fix the wall."
"Could he even fit through that door?" Riley wondered. "I mean, he's... kind of big."
"I've seen him moping in closets before, he can get through ordinary doors." Doof carefully put his stack of bags down on a table. "Do you mind helping me put away the groceries?"
"Oh, sure thing." Riley started digging through the bags, quickly putting the canned goods aside, before pulling out a cereal box. "Huh.... Fruity Rainbow Flakes?"
"Yeah, my daughter used to eat those all the time when she was your age. Oh, speaking of!" The scientist reached into another bag. "She got you one of these, as a sort of 'welcome to the family even if you're not comfortable meeting me in person yet' gift."
Riley took the small plush in her hands, looking at it carefully. "Is this supposed to be a fox or a racoon?"
"Yes! I think. Vanessa said something about the company making mixed-species plushies." Doofenshmirtz shrugged. "Point is, she got it for you."
"Well, it's... huh. Actually pretty cute," Riley admitted. "Hilariously inaccurate, a real fox-racoon hybrid would have very different proportions, but then teddy bears are also not at all like real bears." She hugged it experimentally, nodded once, then put it in a nearby chair. "So when do I get to meet Vanessa anyway?"
"Oh she'll probably drop by soon enough. Her mother and I have joint custody. Oh! I should probably let Charlene know about you," Doofenshmirtz realized. "Or, well, maybe Vanessa's got that handled, I don't know."
"Charlene? Is she your wife?"
"Ex-wife."
Riley blinked. "Oh. Wait, but... you still talk to each other?"
"We're on good terms," Doofenshmirtz explained as he put the bread in the pantry. "We split up because we wanted different things out of life, not because we hate each other. Also because of a puppet. Long story."
"I... didn't know that was possible," Riley admitted hesitantly. "I mean, I don't know a lot about divorce. Or marriage. Or romance, really."
Doctor Doofenshmirtz opened the fridge and started shoveling sandwich meat in. "Makes sense, you're twelve and you were raised by a group of people who really don't believe in the power of love."
"The power of love?" Riley put her hands on her hips. "Aren't you an evil scientist?"
"I am! And that means I acknowledge the scientific evidence that love has power!"
"I thought you'd be more about the power of hate instead of love."
"Oh, hate has power, believe me. Hate definitely has power. And so does jealousy, and anger, and childhood trauma. I use all of those all the time." The doctor shrugged as he loaded a full chicken into the fridge. "I just also use love sometimes. For the heck of it."
"...I really have got to get out and take a look around," Riley mused. "I can't tell if it's this world that's weird or if it's just you."
"Well, I do have a full week of Inators and evil schemes planned... hmm. Tell you what," Doof decided, "I'll take you out for a trip saturday, sound fair?"
Riley grinned, her teeth literally shifting into razor-sharp points. "An evil trip?"
"Well, I was going to suggest we go to this miniature golf place I've heard about, but if you want evil we can do that too."
"Yaaaaaay!" Riley cheered as Norm walked back through the wall with a collection of boxes. "E-VIL TRIP! E-VIL TRIP! E-VIL TRIP!"
"I Lack Context For This Chant. Should I Be Concerned?"
"You should be putting those boxes down, that's what you should be doing," Doof stated flatly. "We've got the rest of the afternoon to put Riley's new bedroom together. And stop walking through my walls!"
"So," Danny said, "how was your day?"
"...I discovered that my new friend has an obsessive compulsive disorder of some sort, my self-image may be wildly inaccurate, and I apparently look terrible in a carrot costume."
Danny blinked. "...so... it was... bad?"
"...no, actually," Taylor admitted. "It was good. How was your day?"
"Had to deal with some drunk homeless guy complaining that his girlfriend didn't like the literal mountain of dolls he got her."
"...Huh."
PRT Threat Assessment: Phineas and Ferb
The transfer of Brockton Bay to Earth Allegrezza and more specifically to the city of Danville has required a rapid adjustment of the PRT ENE to the new surroundings and, as such, there has been an unavoidable delay in regards to proper documentation. However, due to the impact that some locals have on a regular basis, it has been determined that a power and threat assessment is necessary to adapt to the new surroundings. This file is the first of the case 72 category, covering parahumans and/or parahuman-like individuals native to this reality.
Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher are a pair of prepubescent stepbrothers who have repeatedly created unusual and impossible devices within their own backyard. Surprisingly, while they regularly defy the laws of physics and nature, they will generally obey the laws of man, filing all proper paperwork and obtaining any permits required before beginning their projects, as well as providing proper safety equipment to anybody engaged with said project. This does not mean they will not exploit loopholes to achieve their goals, such as using 'remote control' to operate large-scale vehicles instead of trying to drive them without a license or sidestepping age requirments regarding heavy equipment by obtaining legal licenses through some unknown means. However, they do seem to understand the social contract that the law represents, and do not maliciously seek to subvert it, only using loopholes as a necessary step in the creation of their projects. In general, the boys are amicable and intelligent, and when not working on something for their own entertainment they can and do take requests from people around them.
THREAT RATING:
--Thinker 5: Phineas Flynn specializes in the creation and development of blueprints, specifically of high-tech devices and machinery. These blueprints have been shown to be highly replicable, despite seeming like tinkertech.
--Master/Trump 2: Any individual who volunteers to help Phineas Flynn in one of his projects gains capability in whatever skill is needed to complete the project, no matter their initial skill level, until such a time as the project is completed.
--Tinker/Shaker 4: Ferb Fletcher can make anything he has a blueprint for, in a space of time ranging from minutes to a few hours. Whatever he makes is usually quite durable and surprisingly easy to transport.
--Thinker 3: Ferb Fletcher retains any skill he learns, and has assembled a collection of said skills over the course of his life, such as languages and tool use.
The above ratings are of the boys operating separately. If they work together, they are to be considered level 7 threats at a minimum, and more specific ratings are to be added in regards to the current project. General observation indicates that there is an inverse relationship between the size/scale of a project and the technological advancement said project exhibits; the initial greeting of Brockton Bay with gift baskets demonstrates both extremes, as the mass produced gift baskets only had relatively basic facial recognition and powered flight, but the production facility itself contained both the networking facilities necessary for the baskets to operate and the production ability of a dedicated factory despite being reported to only be as large as a playground fort. Assume that smaller devices are capable of feats that more blatantly defy physics.
Witness testimony indicates the existence of a 'mysterious force' that somehow prevents their mother Linda Flynn from ever witnessing any of their projects. Surprisingly, further investigation has proven this is an actual observable fact, as a coincidental event will relocate, alter, or destroy all evidence of tinkertech immediately prior to Linda Flynn's arrival, or events will otherwise conspire to create a logical disconnect between the boys' creation and Linda Flynn attributing unusual abilities to them, even when directly informed of what they are doing. This does not appear to be an inherent quality of Phineas and Ferb's inventions, as further observation indicates Linda Flynn also remains unaware of parahuman activity despite the presence of Brockton Bay's own parahuman population. The possibility has been suggested that Linda Flynn herself has a 'normalcy field' preventing her from witnessing anything unusual, which would give her a Shaker rating; however, given the difficulty of creating such a test, it remains speculative. This information is included based on its relevance to the projects that Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher engage in.
Strategy:
Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher are friendly and caring children, if a little overenthusiastic. It is unlikely there will ever be a need to engage them in conflict. However, their tendency to create reality-defying devices has skewed their viewpoint of what is and is not normal, so the possibility of one of their projects interfering with the standard operations of the city or a PRT engagement must be considered. Generally a polite explanation of the issue will lead the boys to alter their project in order to accommodate it, or perhaps relocate it entirely. It may also be possible to exploit the 'mysterious force' by redirecting Linda Flynn toward the project, in order to remove its interference, but due to poor understanding of how the force operates this may not work as hoped.
If Phineas and Ferb must be engaged in hostilities, either due to overenthusiasm or outside forces mastering them, disabling their devices is a top priority. Ferb Fletcher is likely to also be a martial expert of some sort, due to his innate mastery of learned skills, and should be foamed at range in order to ensure containment. Once captured, both Phineas and Ferb should be searched for any and all tools on their person, moved to seperate cells, and monitored constantly for possible invention.
Notes:
Phineas and Ferb are children, local celebrities, and have powerful friends. That's three reasons for the PRT to never be seen in an aggressive stance against them. Fortunately, it almost certainly will never be necessary, as their own genuine nature and respect for safety removes them from positions where the PRT would need to intervene. It should also be noted that, as they are native to Earth Allegrezza, they do not technically fall under the PRT's purview. However, there is a valid concern that the gangs of Brockton Bay may move to recruit them; they are the ideal Tinker made manifest, able to do anything with a few hours and a good toolbox. It is too late to hide their existence from Brockton Bay, but priority should be given to obfuscating their presence from supervillains.
Phineas yawned, stretching his arms above his head as he did so. "HRRRmmmmmmmm... good morning Ferb!"
Ferb gave him a thumbs up.
"Good morning, Perry!"
The boy's pet platypus chittered warmly.
"Good morning, random grasshopper on the windowsill!"
Down the street, Taylor stiffened briefly, before rolling her eyes and continuing to cook breakfast.
"You know Ferb, grasshoppers are fascinating creatures," Phineas mused as he watched the random bug on the windowsill. "They're some of the largest common insects around, serving a vital role in the food web and ecosystem, while also having a distinctive silhouette that makes them recognizable even from a distance. They have ears in their abdomen with enough sensitivity that they can sort of hear human speech, even if they can't understand us. They sing by rubbing pegs on their hind legs against their outer wings, which they use to communicate across large distances."
Taylor, down the street, had slowed down in her breakfast-making. "...This kid knows a lot," she murmured to herself.
"And who could forget their most famous trait--their hindmost pair of legs have muscles that act almost like springs, allowing the insect to gather tensile energy within a second and release it in a single burst that propels their tibias back and flings them into the air!"
After a moment of thought, Taylor shrugged and obligingly ordered the grasshopper to demonstrate. That speech was definitely dramatic enough to deserve a reward.
"Man, that is one big jump," Phineas observed appreciatively, leaning back from the window. "I wonder what it would be like to jump that high. Proportionally speaking, I mean. And without gravity-alteration devices." He bent his knees, bouncing experimentally on his bed, before frowning. "You know, Ferb, it occurs to me that the box springs of most modern mattresses aren't well suited to conserving and redirecting momentum in an enjoyable vertical manner. Granted, they do their intended job of supporting the body while in rest, but how many kids have tried to jump on the bed and only gone up a foot?"
Ferb backsprung out of his bed, somersaulting in midair and landing in a perfect 10-point split.
Phineas hummed appreciatively, before lowering his scorecard. "Well, alright, I guess professional gymnasts can use beds like trampolines--"
Ferb's mattress spontaneously crumpled inward.
"--assuming they don't mind the damages." Phineas rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "What we need is a matress that provides a high ratio of energy compression while also allowing for the comfort of any sleeper, which may well involve reinventing the material sciences in order to find a construct with a perfect fluff-to-rebound ratio. Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!"
Ferb sprang into a straight stand with a thumbs up.
Phineas wrote a six on his scorecard. "Sorry, bro, great technique but not that much energy, you know?"
And down the street, Taylor sighed as she finished cooking her eggs. "Jumping on the bed. They couldn't possibly turn this into a whole production... could they?" She paused, considering for a moment, before shaking her head. "Even if they can't, it might be fun to watch them try.
The first couple of days on Earth Allegrezza could be described as 'unnaturally reasonable chaos'. Infrastructural problems were surprisingly few, and mostly required resets of network devices so they could connect to the local network, a process mostly facilitated by the techheads on both sides. The logistical issues, on the other hand, were enormous; roads had to be remapped, money didn't work in half the shops, schools shut down, hospitals were forced to juggle patients while they tried to find local treatments...
Amy had been on the front lines for that last part, willingly spending way more time at the Brockton hospitals on day one while spending the first half of day two trying to explain to some doctor Hirano that no, she was not some girl playing dress-up, yes, she was an experienced and liscenced medical professional, here's the documentation, here's her limitations, could Amy just talk to hospital administration already? And by the time she had finally gotten to the people in charge, she had to explain it all again, and even had to have them call their Brockton counterparts to get confirmation, and they still didn't believe her. Weirdly, it wasn't the claims of her being a parahuman they didn't buy, just the whole 'medical professional' thing, which meant she had to call her mom, and that led to another few hours of complex legal speak...
The end result was that she wouldn't be allowed to work in Danville hospitals until she passed all the required tests, though they were at least letting her count her experience as Panacea toward the residency requirement.
Which meant today was spent at a local college, listening to some professor ramble on about medical ethics.
"...and never, under any circumstances, allow an octopus to perform cosmetic surgery." The professor shuddered, her eyes going distant at the memory. "Margerie McAlistar was never the same." Before Amy could ask what in the flying fudge she was talking about, the bell rang and the professor jerked back to reality. "Right, that's all for today. Remember, tomorrow we're going over how to get pushy family members out of the room so you can actually help your patient--it's a lot trickier then it sounds!"
Amy frowned, looking down at her notes. They were, surprisingly enough, mostly sane. Aside from the random asides about various brazenly ridiculous things that, unfortunately, Amy was going to have to take at face value because Earth Allegrazza was apparently just like that. At least if the stories her family had shared over the dinner table could be believed....
She packed up her stuff, a faint smile on her face at Crystal's haunted retelling of The Street Of Cats Up A Tree. She was almost certainly playing things up for drama, but there was an awful lot of cat fur on her costume last night. Well, at least the gangs were as unbalanced as the heroes were by the transfer--they were probably still getting their feet back under them as well. Things, she thought as she got on the bus, were probably going to be fine for another day or two.
Ten minutes later, as she was helping people escape the burning bus, she was cursing her casual thought.