Thicker than Water

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Prologue
The place was in ruins. Everywhere the light shone, all that could be seen was destroyed furniture, splintered wood, crumbled sheetrock, broken glass, and torn fabric. But no survivors, not one. The person holding the flashlight, a preteen boy with a vivid-red military hair cut, a pointy nose, and large, dark blue eyes. He was wearing black, spy-like clothing and was heavily armed with high-tech gear.

“...Hello?” He called “Anyone here?”

He got no response. Then, behind him he heard footsteps. He spun around, reaching for the weapon strapped to his belt, but the boy the light fell upon posed him no threat.

“Any luck, Ferb?” the redhead asked.

Ferb shook his head. He was the same age as him, with similar clothing and gear. He had a large, square nose and grass-green hair, cut in the same fashion as his companion. The first boy, Phineas Flynn, turned around to continue his search.

Crunch!

Phineas looked down at what he’d stepped on. It was a framed picture, the glass spider-webbed with white cracks. He picked it up and examined it. It depicted a family of three, a father whose face could not be seen through the cracks, a dark-haired, muscular boy who appeared to be in his late teens, and a blond girl who looked no older than five. They all were smiling happily at the camera, the dad’s arm around the boy’s shoulders, the boy holding hands with the little girl. The picture must have been taken and framed recently. Beneath the damage done from the attack, the picture did not appear to be old.

After a few more minutes of searching, Phineas turned back to his companion

"The place is deserted." he concluded "Either they escaped, or we can add three more names to our casualties list. Let's get back to-"

He was cut short when he heard a tiny sound, like the whimper of an injured kitten. From his perch on the upturned sofa, Phineas shined his light into the corner where the noise had come from.

And there, cowering in the corner and clinging to a worn out teddy bear, was the only sign of life in the whole house.

It was the little girl from the photograph. But she was only just recognizable. She was completely coated in grime and bruises. Her little blue dress was so torn and ragged it could barely be called a dress anymore. And her huge, doe brown eyes were like captured rats: trapped and terrified, darting this way and that. Phineas leaped off the sofa, but she cringed away when he walked in her direction. She was shivering violently, her face bleach white behind her bruises.

“Hey kid, you alright?” Phineas asked.

She didn’t answer. She just stared at him as if he was a ghost.

“What happened here?” he asked, kneeling down to her height. “Do you know who did this?”

She just turned away from him, burying her face in the teddy bear, like she was worried Phineas was going to bite her.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Phineas said, more gentle this time “We’re gonna help you.”

She peered over the edge of her bear, seemed to think about it for a second, then looked up at him.

“What’s your name?” Phineas asked

She held up the teddy bears paw. Stitched on it in cursive were the words “Ariel's pal”.

“You’re Ariel?”

She nodded.

“I’m Phineas.” he said, offering a hand. She considered it, but didn’t shake it.

“Where are your parents?”

No answer.

“Ariel, do you know where your parents are?”

Still no answer. Just then, Phineas felt a tap his shoulder. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Ferb, holding two objects. In one hand, he was holding the broken picture, in the other, he was holding the device that projected holograms of any and all of the resistance members. Phineas looked at the boy in the photo, then at the hologram in the machine. They were the same person.

“Ariel, where’s your brother?” Phineas asked, guessing the boy’s identity.

Ariel still didn’t speak, but her lip started quivering.

“Ariel, this is important.” He held up the broken picture, as if to jog her memory. “Do you know what happened to your brother?”

She took the picture in her little hand, looked at it for a few moments, then hugged it against her chest and started crying.

“Ariel, calm down...”

Phineas looked over his shoulder at Ferb.

“Lets bring her back to headquarters. She needs our help.”

Ferb had his hand on his chin, staring at an laser burn on the wall as if it was the most intriguing thing in the world. After a second or two, he spoke up.

“Phineas, I’ve had it. We can’t let him do this to another innocent civilian. We have only one choice left if we want to win this.”

Phineas’s eyes grew wide.

“Ferb, you remember what Candace said! We can’t execute that unless absolutely necessary.” “It is absolutely necessary. We’re out of options. We either carry out this plan, or get eliminated.”

Phineas paused, then sighed.

“Alright. Lets go back and ask for the OK from Candace.”

Chapter 1
The Call to Arms

In another time, another space, and another universe, a pair of very similar looking boys were doing quite the opposite: having the time of their lives. In fact, the boys were identical to the previously mentioned ones in every way, except they had longer, tousled hair, were wearing casual summer clothes, and were much less pale.

“Beat you to the park, Ferb!” Phineas taunted playfully. Ferb willingly took the challenge. The two stepbrothers were using pairs of technologically advanced shoes to bounce across the roofs and chimneys of every building in Danville, the city in which they lived. Now, one may consider that outrageously hazardous, but Ferb had taken into account any and all safety precautions. So, unless a man with a unibrow and a nerdy-looking guy with purple glasses were to pop up out of nowhere and knock them out with a stun ray, there was nothing for them to worry about. Unfortunately, that was precisely what happened, just as the two of them bounced over a purple building that was shaped vaguely like Ferb’s head.

--

“Owww...”

Phineas woke up in a dimly lit room. Oddly enough, he wasn’t bound, gagged and/or dangling over a pool of piranhas like anyone would expect him to be. Instead, he was propped up in a cushiony red chair in what appeared to be a conference room. Ferb, who still seemed to be asleep, was slumped in another chair next to him. In fact, there were about half a dozen other chairs in the room, all of them surrounding a large table.

“Ugh...Ferb, you okay?” Phineas asked, shaking him. Ferb snorted, wiped a string of drool from the corner of his mouth, and opened his eyes. He didn’t seem to recognize the room any more than Phineas did.

“Wow, now that is what I call an unexpected turn of events. You had safety precautions set on anything except for a... hey, is that Candace?!”

Now that their eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room, the recognized a figure sitting four chairs to the left of them. Candace, their older sister, looked like she had been brought in shortly after them. She was still out cold.

“Boy. I can only imagine what Jessie is up to right now...”

The last time they’d seen Jessie, she had been standing precariously on top of the fence, seeing how many sticks of sidewalk chalk she could balance on her nose. She was up to twenty-five, when their friend Buford opened the gate and shaken the gate just enough to topple the teetering stack of colors. This was soon followed by Jessie herself tumbling off, though her massive amount of thick green hair cushioned her fall.

“Buford, I was about to beat my high score!” she’d complained, untangling a stick of chalk from her curls. If it was anybody else talking, he’s have said “You never said that, dweeb!”.

But instead, he blushed and stammered “S-sorry, dude... Uh, dudette.” Normally, Buford was an expert at keeping his cool, bully-ish nature, but for some reason, he could never pull this off when Jessie was around. The conversation had probably continued from there, but that was all the boys got a chance to here before they took off in their bouncy shoes.

“Gee, I sure hope Jessie didn’t get in to trouble again. Try contacting her.” Ferb gave a thumbs up, then closed his eyes and concentrated. Being Jessie’s twin and having alien blood in his family, he was capable of telepathically communicating with her, though there were limits. Both of them were incapable of speaking to anybody except each other, and neither of them could speak if they were out of range.

''Jessie? Can you hear me?'' He asked.

Loud and clear, bro.

...What? Where are you? How come you can hear me so well?

I’m guessing it’s because you’re right behind this door.

''What door? ''

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a door sliding open behind the boys. They turned around.

“‘Sup, guys?”

It was Jessie. Only, she wasn’t unconscious and being dragged by her captor as Phineas and Ferb had probably been. Instead, she just strolled into the room, munching casually on something from her pocket as if she’d done this every single day of her life.

“...How’d you get here?” Phineas asked as she sat down next to him.

“Took the elevator.”

“No, I mean, did some important-looking old person in a green suit knock you out too?”

“What? Nah, I just saw you getting dragged here by two guys in a hovercraft, so I figured it was probably best to tag along, just so you two wouldn’t get your necks broken.”

“Yeah, but...Jessie, what are you eating?” Her mouth full, she held up the half eaten object she’d just taken a bite out of. It was one of the sticks of chalk she’d been balancing on her nose a minute ago.

“Jessie...what do you think those are?”

“...Food.”

“It’s not.”

There was a pause, then Jessie continued munching, completely unfazed.

"Jessie, don't eat those." Phineas said in a deadpan voice.

"Buthver goothf!" she protested, spraying chewed chalk in his face. Phineas took that as Mouth-Full-ese for "But they're good!", and decided it was best not to argue. Right around then, the door opened once more to reveal the unibrowed man who had caputured them. He was carrying something limp over his shoulder, but froze when he saw the boys.

“Great googly moogly, they’re awake! Carl, zap ‘em again!”

“Uh, sir, since they’re all here, we might as well start the briefing.” said Carl, the other, nerdy looking captor.

“Oh, uh...right.” He plopped the object he was carrying in the chair next to Ferb, and everybody jumped when it groaned, sat up, and brushed its jet black hair out of its eyes. It wasn’t an object, it was a person.

“Isabella?”

“Phineas? Where are we?”

“I can honestly say that I don’t have even the most indefinite idea.”

“All shall be explained shortly,” said the man with the unibrow. “But first we need to...Wait, wait, wait, hold on, what is she doing here?”

He was pointing at Jessie, who was licking chalk from her fingers.

“She followed us.” Phineas explained.

“Criminy, Carl, why didn’t you stop her?!”

“I’ve been outside, shooting people with stun guns all morning, sir, I don’t think I could’ve stopped her.”

“Then what happened to our security?!”

“Hacked it.” Jessie said “Took me about...” She counted for a second on her fingers, which took longer than usual since she only had two fingers and a thumb on each hand. “...48 and a half seconds. Might wanna consider updating that thing.”

Carl started to write that suggestion down on a notepad, but his boss elbowed him.

“Well, I suppose the mission could work with her aboard.” he said after thinking for a second.

Phineas perked up. “Mission?”

“Carl, you’ve re-programed the Amnesia-inator, correct?”

“Finished last night, sir.”

“Good!”

There was an awkward silence.

“Uh...Carl...”

“Wha?....Oh right!”

He dashed out of the room, then returned, shoving a large metal contraption.

“You there, girl with the green hair, might wanna step out of the way.”

Jessie obliged. It was of course then, when a giant ray-like machine was being pointed in her direction, that Candace woke up. “Ow, my hea-....Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat, is that thing?”

“Don’t worry, young lady,” Mr. Unibrow said as he and his intern began to press a set of buttons on the dashboard “Just hold still and you won’t feel anything.”

“Oh, how comforting. Seriously, what is that?! Where are we?! And why is Jessie eating childish art utensils?!”

Jessie’s eyes widened “I’m eating what?!”

Nobody got a chance to say anything more before Carl pressed a button, and the whole room was filled with a blinding white flash.

--

Phineas blinked.

“Oh hey, Major Monogram” He waved at the unibrowed man. “How’s it goin’?”

“It worked!” cheered Carl.

“Don’t get to cocky, Carl, we need to test them first.” said his boss. Everybody at the table was blinking and looking around, as if they suddenly recognized where they were.

“Phineas, where were you on this exact date last summer?” the Major asked.

“Ummm... Ferb is it Tuesday?”

Ferb nodded

“Yeah, we were in another dimension. Hiding from robots.”

Jessie almost choked on a piece of chalk.

“You what?”

“Correct.” said Major Monogram “Do you remember how you got there?”

“Yeah...we were trying to make a machine that could transport us to Pluto so we could try to re-promote it to planet status, but Ferb must’ve crossed a few wires because it took us there instead.”

Major Monogram looked at Carl, who gave him a thumbs up.

“Right. And...you don’t remember anything at all about a secret agent who just happened to be a platypus?” He stammered out the last sentence very quickly and nervously.

Phineas looked at Ferb, who shook his head.

“No.” Phineas said ”Though, as I recall, there was a platypus cyborg in that dimension.”

Major Monogram and Carl turned around to hide a celebration knuckle bump. Everything had gone precisely as planned.

“So...why did you bring us here?” Phineas asked.

“Yeah, and why did you have to knock us out and drag us in here like sacks of potatoes?” asked Isabella “You could have just asked us nicely.”

“Because...um...uh....that’s beside the point!” Monogram said. “You’re second dimension counterparts sent us a distress signal, saying that the need you to meet them there as soon as possible.”

“So we’re going back to the second dimension? Awesome!” said Phineas, jumping off his chair.

“Oh no!” Candace shouted “No, no, no, no, no, there is no way that I’m going back to that place with the lasers, and the robots and the big, hairy, brown whatchamacallit with the big teeth...”

“They also mentioned that it was a life-and-death situation for both their and our dimension.”

“...Fine.”

“Why? What’s going on?” Phineas asked. "I thought Dr, D turned back on his evil ways."

“I’m sorry, but could somebody please explain what we’re talking about here?!” Jessie butted in.

“Jess, we’ll tell you in a second. It’s a long story.” Phineas told his sister. “Sorry, Major M, Jessie here wasn’t with us the last time we went.”

“That is precisely why I did not want her to come with you.” Monogram sighed “Well, we don’t exactly have a choice now. Carl, fire up the old Otherdimensionator, and make it snappy. I’ve got to take my niece to choir practice in ten minutes.”

Chapter 2
Brainwashing

As Major Monogram and Carl worked on the device to get them to the second dimension, Phineas had a sudden thought.

“Sir, how long is this mission going to take?”

“Er... they never said specifically, but from the way your alternate counterparts were going on about it...several days.”

“What are we going to tell our parents, then?”

“...I hadn’t thought of that. You could just tell them the truth and cross your fingers that they’ll let this

mission commence.”

“Yeah, fat chance of that.” Jessie muttered “Although...”

Phineas turned to her. “What?”

“Well, there is something I could do...it’s extremely risky, but...”

“Jess, spit it out.” Candace said

“Well, you may recall that among the many odd events that ended to me and Ferb being born, there was an incident of mind control?”

“Yessss...?” said Phineas, not wanting to go there.

“Well, I probably should have told you this before, but I believe I may have inherited that ability.” Everybody stared.

You’re kidding, right? Ferb asked her in his mind.

''No, I’m dead serious. I’ve actually been capable of it for a while, I just didn’t want to freak anybody out.''

“And...how will that help?” Phineas asked.

“Well, it won’t be easy, but I think I could temporarily recalibrate Mom and Dad’s minds so they think they have no kids. It should keep us out of trouble for at least another forty-eight hours.”

There was a very uncomfortable pause.

“That’s...creepy.” Candace said.

“You have a better idea? I’m no more comfortable with this than you are.”

And so, the matter was settled. While Carl and Major Monogram continued to work on the machine, Ferb and Jessie returned home to perform the unwanted task, though, to Ferb’s relief, Jessie told him it would only take one person.

“Besides, you’ve never done it before, and it takes a lot of practice. Who knows what would happen if you made a mistake...”

Ferb started wondering exactly what one had to do in order to brainwash somebody, but Jessie was clearly reading his mind, because she said:

“You don’t wanna know, trust me.”

So Ferb, who was getting more and more disturbed by the minute, waited in the backyard as Jessie did the unfortunate task. He thought it would only take a minute or two, but it didn’t. Five minutes...ten minutes...fifteen minutes. Starting to loose patience, he contacted her.

Jessie, what’s taking you-

''Shut up! This is an art, not a science...''

She sounded so snappy it made Ferb jump. Finally, after what Ferb officially considered too long, Jessie exited the door. She looked rather clammy, and shuddered whenever anything touched her.

So, how’d it go?

''Perfectly as planned. But we’re still not, as earthlings say, completely out of the woods.''

Why is that?

''Well, say somebody was talking to one of them, then brought up the subject of me or you. Mom and Dad wouldn’t know who they were talking about, and people would start to think they’ve lost their minds.''

I hadn’t thought of that...

''Well, it’s not like we have a choice now, right? So, tell me about this ‘Second Dimension’ you were going on about...''

--

By the time the twins had returned to the headquarters, the Otherdimensionator was ready, and Jessie was fully informed about it’s destination. The shimmery green portal, their door to the next dimension, was glowing beside the machine, waiting for them.

“Good luck and godspeed, agents.” said Major Monogram, saluting them. “If you succeed, you will be doing two entire universes a great favor.”

“We won’t let you down, sir.” said Phineas, as he and everyone else saluted back. Then, single file, they all stepped through the portal and into the second dimension. Phineas, who was the last in line, hesitated for a second. It just occurred to him that he might not make it back to this universe while still in one piece. But hey, what’s life without a little risk? He turned, stepped into the portal, and had only taken one step before ramming his large pointy nose into Isabella’s back. She’d stopped walking a bit too abruptly.

“Ow! What-”

Then he saw why everybody had frozen. If he hadn’t been told exactly where he was, he would never have recognized it. Ever.

Not if his life depended on it.

--

A year ago, though it was filled with Doofenshmirtz-related propaganda and colored the way Doofenshmirtz intended it to be, you could still recognize the city as Danville’s counterpart. Now, it looked like anybody’s idea of a post-apocalyptic dystopia. The sky, which had once been a light shade of heliotrope, was smoky grey, making it almost as dark as midnight, despite it being only the afternoon. Not one street or building wasn’t crumbling. Some of them were destroyed all together. Very few lights were on in any windows. And it was silent. Silent as the grave, except for the low moaning and whistling of the wind. The silence is what made everybody so still, they were used to living in Danville and hearing car engines, dog barks, and police sirens, even in the dead on the night. Phineas felt a shiver down his spine, his mind filling with questions. Where was everybody? How did this happen? Who did it? How long did it take? And where’s Perry?

“Hello?” Phineas called “Anybody there?”

Almost immediately, a gloved hand covered his mouth, scaring him right out of his skin.

“Quiet!” said a voice that sounded exactly the same as his “We can’t let anyone see us!”

Everybody turned and looked. Phineas’s second dimension counterpart had been standing behind them the entire time, waiting patiently for them to speak to him. He had grown a few inches since the last time they’d been there, but otherwise, looked just like how they remembered him: pale, serious, and wearing spy clothes that would put Austin Powers to shame.

“Oh, hey, second dimension me.” Phineas said, shaking his hand “How you been?”

“I think answering that is unnecessary” Phineas-2 said, gesturing at the city behind them.

“Yeah, I saw. That really sucks. Anyway, where’s everyone else?”

“Back in HQ, which is where I’m supposed to be taking you.”

“Then lead us on, me. I say we and all our alternate selves have some catching up to do.”

Chapter 3
Fight the Good Fight

When they reached the headquarters, however, they found they had no time for that. Now that they could see him in full light, they saw that Phineas-2 had changed: He was flecked in injuries some of them old, some of them fresh and red. Most of them appeared to be burns, but a few looked like cuts, from a knife or sword. It made him look brutal and battle worn, like a soldier three times his age. He set each of them in a chair around a table much like the one they sat at when they were told of this mission, only much more worn and dirty.

“What happened to you?” Phineas dared to ask, eyeing a particularly nasty looking burn over his alternate-self’s eye.

“Oh, this? This is nothing, you should see what Buford looks like.”

“Yes, I’m sure we’d all love to get reaquanted,” said a cool, female voice from the entrance to the room “But we have much more pressing matters to attend to.”

Stepping out of the shadows in that dark, mysterious way that she was so good at, was Candace’s alternate self. She, also, looked much the same as before, but was even more damaged than her brother was. One of the scars, running from just under her eye to below her mouth, looked like it was going to be permanent.

“Hi, alternate dimension Candace!” Everyone said

“Hello, soldiers. No time for chit-chat, we have serious business to discuss. Baljeet?”

Baljeet’s alternate self stepped in. “That’s Doctor Baljeet to you!”

“Whatever, begin the briefing.”

Baljeet pressed a button on the wall. The lights dimmed, bringing their attention to a massive screen on the wall.

“As you know,” Baljeet-2 began “Precisely a year ago, you assisted us in bringing down the tyranny of Emperor Doofenshmirtz and brought peace to the Tri-state area.”

A mugshot of Doofenshmirtz, still holding his Choo-Choo, appeared on the screen.

“Unfortunately, what we did not know is, he had a secret weapon in the process of being built. After his inprisionment, it continued to be constructed without his assistance and, several weeks ago, was unleashed. It reduced our city to this in record time.”

On the screen, an image of Danville in ruins appeared, the same image they’d seen when they’d stepped through the portal.

“Wow...well, what was this secret weapon?” Phineas asked.

“No ‘what’,” Baljeet said “Who.”

A third image appeared on the screen.

“Suzerain, we call him. Makes any threat we’ve ever faced look like a protozan.”

--

Phineas had difficulty believing the figure on the screen was a man and not a machine. He was at least six feet tall, maybe even taller. Every last inch of his heavily muscular body was encased in black and yellow metal, except for a few inches of his face. Resting in his left hand was the hilt of a weapon. It appeared to be the world’s most high-tech sword, and looked like it could reduce Phineas to a pile of mincemeat before he even knew what hit him. From the few inches of his face that weren’t concealed in armor, Phineas could just make out his eye, though the picture wasn’t clear enough for him to tell what it looked like. Isabella was the first to speak.

“What can you tell us about him?”

“Not very much, other than the fact that he’s almost entirely mechanical.”

“You mean, he’s a cyborg?” asked Phineas. He always thought cyborgs were extremely cool.

“Yes, you could say that.”

“What we also know,” Candace-2 said “Is that he has absolutely and utterly no moral code."

There was a short, rather awkward pause.

“So...what did you bring us here for?” Asked Jessie

“Take a wild guess.”

Phineas’s bright red eyebrows met in the middle.

“You need us to help you capture and imprison him, I take it? That can be aranged, we’ve done much less impossible things in the past...”

“That isn’t quite what we had in mind.”

“...Then what? You call to play charades or something? ‘Cause Ferb’s been practicing.”

“What we called you for,” Candace-2 was loosing her patience “Was to assist us by bringing Suzerain down once and for all.”

Phineas felt like the temperature inside his stomach had just dropped fifteen degrees.

“And you want...us to do it?”

“Not want,” Phineas-2 said solemnly “We actually need you to accomplish this mission.”

Phineas exchanged a nervous glance with his brother who was, as usual, wearing a thoroughly blank expression, but looked very white. They, as well as the girls, each had the same thought going through their heads:All of them had fought a force of evil at some point, that wasn’t what they were worried about. Both the boys had once battled a supervillain while under the disguise of their beak suit, Jessie had told them many a story about her life on a different planet that involved a scrape with a nefarious foe, and all of them (Minus Jessie) had fought and won an epic struggle against an army of robots, saving the Tri-State area in the process. No, being a soldier in the battle of good and evil wasn’t new to them.

But killing someone?

“Why can’t we capture and imprison him?” Asked Jessie, finally breaking the silence.

“Two reasons. Candace-2 said “First of all, as you may or may not have noticed, our federal prison is no longer capable of hosting criminals.”

Dr. Baljeet switched back to the image of the ruined city and and, using a laser pointer he’d pulled out of one of his many coat pockets, indicated a demolished pile of steel and rubble that had apparently once been the city jail.

“And second,” Continued Candace-2 “His crimes against the human race are nothing short of unforgivable. He’s earned his demise, a thousand times over.”

“Are you-”

“Phineas, if you had been forced to watch a man ruthlessly torture, terrorize and murder thousands of innocent people while clearly enjoying himself, would you be content with just putting him behind a set of bars that he could probably escape from before the day was up?”

Phineas didn’t answer, but she could read his expression.

“I didn’t think so.”

During this conversation, several other second dimension counterparts of them and their friends had entered the room: Ferb-2, who was nursing a fresh wound on his shoulder, Isabella-2, who had a bandage wrapped over her left eye (“It’s fine,” she’d said “I’m not gonna loose half my vision or anything.”), and Gretchen-2, who had come to tell Candace that “Things are still looking inconclusive”, whatever that meant.

“Believe me, Phineas,” said Isabella-2, who had overheard “None of us want to kill anybody. In fact, it’s the last thing any of us want to do. We just don’t have a choice.”

Candace-2 nodded. “Under other circumstances, I’d rather die than kill anyone. But there’s too much at stake. I’m not letting him hurt anybody else I care about.”

“Else?”

“That’s unimportant. The point is, everybody is at risk so long as he’s alive.”

Phineas was reminded of something she;d told Candace a year ago: “I’d do whatever it takes to protect the ones I love."

“I understand.” he said after a pause “But there’s one thing I don’t get.”

“What’s that?”

“How come you called us to do it? I mean, I saw your combat skills last summer, I say you’re more than capable of bringing him down.”

“I actually agree.” Phineas-2 said “We probably are.”

“Then why do you need us?”

“The answer to that is simple.” Candace-2 ripped off her sunglasses, as if she needed to see better in order to answer him. “We’re trying to take care of his army.”

“Army?”

“Remember those rustbuckets we had to fight last year? Well, the borgs Suzerain in charge of...lets just say he would make those guys go running and hiding under their beds. But the real problem is not what we’re fighting, but where we’re fighting them. You see, he and his army are miles apart from each other.”

“Then how is he supposed to command them?”

“We have no idea, but as you can imagine, it makes it nearly impossible to fight them both. We’ve been forced to separate into two fighting groups, which cuts down our strength by half. Therefor, we require another set of soldiers if we plan to win this war.”

“My sister is correct.” Ferb-2 said, speaking for the first time since they met him “There’s nobody left here willing to assist us, and you’re the the only ones in your dimension we can trust.”

Candace-2 nodded. “You five are the last hope we have. Are you in?”

Phineas looked at Ferb, Ferb looked at Jessie, Jessie looked at Candace, Candace looked at Isabella. Then they all looked at Phineas. He got the message.

“Well, Ferb” he said, turning to his brother “I guess I know what we’re gonna do today: Save the universe from apocalyptic peril at extreme risk of life and limb. Nachos are on me when we get back home.”

To be continued...