Chapter 7: Research of the Story
Misti walked into Ava's room after she left. It was a small room, with only a nightstand, bed, and mirror hanging on the door as its main furnishings. It was also filled with several composition books, all with different colors and stacked neatly, the same colors being in the same stacks.
She sighed. There had to be at least five stacks of about an average of ten in the room, some being shorter than others. Misti noticed that the composition book Ava had been carrying was blue, and there were only two other blue books in the room. She decided to start with those.
Blank, of course. They were obviously spares, in case she ran out of room in the first one. There wasn't even a name written on it yet.
Misti stood up again. Black had the most, with probably fifteen, green was the second highest with only about eleven, then red with ten, and yellow with five. Since blue only had one written in it at the moment, it was probably the newest Story.
She grabbed the composition book off the top of the black stack. The last one, of course. She started to dismantle the stack, being careful and observant about where she put each book and where she got them from. Ava would surely notice even a slightest disturbance from her precious book. She appearently got them all from "home," even though she never specified where "home" was.
"Finally, the start of this Story..." Misti whispered as she grabbed the last book lying on the floor. Vince was fast asleep, but right across the hall. She had to be careful about not getting caught. She looked at the cover for the title. " 'Give New Gifts, Give New Life,' huh? Interesting..." Misti began reading and was instantly intrigued. It wasn't what she normally read, but it was still a good read either way. Before she knew it, it had been a few hours later and she had the second composition book on hand for when she finished reading the first one.
"So, we're spying on our new roommate, are we?" Vince asked as he walked in, leaning on the doorway.
Misti jumped and looked up. "I just wanted to know more about this Story she kept talking about. Hey, could you check out the green ones, or something else? I want to know which one is our Story, and what's going to happen in it."
Vince walked over the formidable looking stacks of books. "It's probably the red ones. Although, I don't think snooping in our Story will help us. It might just make things worse in the future, you know. We shouldn't look in that one... So, you said to look in the green ones? I'm guessing that the first one is all the way at the bottom..." He added, looking down at Misti, surrounded by books. She had put down the first one and was starting the second. Vince moved the stack to the side and grabbed the first before moving them back.
"What's yours called?" Misti asked as she turned another page.
"Um, the writing's kind of smeared on the cover." Vince said. He opened the book anyway. "It's fine on the inside, though..." He read the first page, then closed it. "Can we switch? The very first scene is kinda...bloody. Very bloody."
"How so?" Misti asked, still reading.
"Um...the scene was describing...something weird, let me read it again real quick..." Vince replied, gingerly opening the book.
"Well, then, Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today!" Phineas said, smiling. They were under the tree, Isabella trying to look over Ava's shoulder as she wrote. Emily walked into the backyard, Buford, Baljeet, and Irving in tow.
"I heard that somebody's already thought up their big idea for the day." She greeted them. "So, what do you have planned?"
"Well, I was just looking at Ava and how content she looked while writing, and I thought, what if we made a machine to act out whatever we wrote in a giant glass sphere above us, so we could watch whatever we wrote like a movie?"
"That sounds like a great idea!" Isabella said, smiling. "I think it'd be cool."
"It would require several advanced mechanics of string theory, physics, and mechanics, but it should be no problem at all." Baljeet said. "By the way, Phineas, you've been avoiding my question who the girl writing underneath your tree is since last night."
"Oh, yeah, you did ask that, that's right." Phineas said. "So, what'd you want to know about her?"
"Who is that chick, dude?" Buford asked. "Why is she always hanging around you and stuff?"
"My name is Ava." Ava said behind them. The boys jumped and turned around. "I'm a travelling writer, and I've decided to spend a few weeks here at Danville." She smiled politely. "It's very nice to meet the three of you."
"Oh, yes." Irving replied. "I'm Irving, and that's Buford and Baljeet." He pointed to the two of them in turn. "I wouldn't have taken you to be a travelling writer, though. Don't writers dress a little...colorful...or creatively?"
"My writing style's quite dark." Ava shortly said. "I guess you could call me a goth, maybe... I'm not sure, really."
"You're quite young to be travelling on your own like this." Buford said. "Or, at least, you look young."
Ava laughed. It was a light, pretty laugh. "Well, yes, yes I am quite young to be doing this. I'm only sixteen, after all. My parents died when I was younger."
"Oh, I see." Baljeet replied. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
Ava looked as though to say something, but then stopped and looked down slightly. "Um, no, no siblings. None at all..." She looked up and clapped her hands lightly. "Well, don't we have a project to start? We should finish it while we still have the morning, so we can enjoy it all afternoon." She looked around a little. "Oh? Hey, where's Perry?"
"Oh, so you've told her about Perry, too?" Baljeet asked Phineas. "That's nice of you."
Ava mouthed the words 'I did recon' to Phineas, and Phineas nodded in reply. "Yeah, I did. She came here a little earlier in the morning and saw him, so I explained to her that he usually disappeared during the day and such." He stood up and walked over to the garage. "I'm going to get started on the blueprints. Buford, why don't you help Ava get situated, and the rest of you guys can get parts." Ferb followed him, and they began sketching out their plans.
Perry walked over to the couch, looked around, and satisfied, crawled underneath it, putting on his fedora and found a small button. He pressed the button, then waited.
Perry went to press it again when a large hole opened up beneath him, causing him to fall down sharply. Holding onto his fedora, the secret agent flipped backward just in time to hit a small slide, which dropped him in his secret headquarters, two steps away from his chair. Perry glared slightly at Major Monogram, who was already on the screen.
"What?" The major asked. "Oh, yes, about that. We thought we had it calibrated correctly, but I guess we were just a little off..." He blinked, Perry still standing beside his chair. "S-sit down, Agent P., please. You know how nervous it makes me when you're just...like that." Perry sighed and obeyed. "Thank you. Ahem, Dr. Doofensmirtz has recently been purchasing books on mechatronics, wiring and programming, alliteration, and cuddly animal mascots. This is certainly not a good combination. You know what to do." Perry saluted and left through his hovercar, heading over to Doofensmirtz's.
Candace greeted Stacy as she walked through the front door when she answered it with a hug.
"Somebody's in a good mood today." Stacy said. "Nice armband. Oh, hey, how'd your date with Jeremy go? I heard something weird happened at the mall."
"Yeah, it did." Candace said as the two girls walked up the stairs together. "Though, to be honest, I don't remember what happened all that well. I remember finding this armband, then seeing Phineas, but then, everything just kind of got really hazy. When I could concentrate again, I was back in my room, laying on my bed. Apparently, Jeremy carried me up to my room."
"Aw, that's so gentlemanly of him!" Stacy said. They entered Candace's room, and Stacy grabbed Candace's computer. "You're so lucky to have such a knightly boyfriend."
"I think the word is 'chivalrous,' Stacy." Candace corrected. "And by the way, what's that supposed to mean? You and Coltrane are getting along well, right?" She gently took the computer away, entered the password, and gave it back.
"Well, yeah, but I mean...well, you know..." Stacy cautiously said. "You don't think Jeremy was trying to...you know, do something?"
"No!" Candace protested. "No, he would never do that. I know you're watching out for me, Stace, but honestly, Jeremy really isn't that type of guy. Wait, why'd you ask? Coltrane didn't do that to you, did he?"
"No, but, he was ready, and I wasn't really ready, and then he just got really quiet all of a sudden." Stacy explained. "I apologized, at least ten times, and to his face, too! Then he just held me really, really close and was all like 'I don't want to rush you,' and all of that. I mean, what do I do to make up for that? I mean, I want to be responsible about this and all, but if wants to, and I don't..."
"Then he can just wait." Candace responded, sitting in her windowsill. "If he can't, dump him right then and there." She turned her head to outside the window. "In the meantime, I have another issue to deal with, and I don't mean my brothers...but they are going to be busted today. I can feel it..."
Doofensmirtz Evil Incorporated!
Agent P leapt off his hovercar, which neatly parked itself a few feet away, and walked in through the balcony, where he was greeted by not Doofensmirtz, but by a small camera monitor, placed on a platypus-sized stand. He looked into the camera, which instantly went black. The agent looked around, slightly panicked, as he saw that the entire room was now dark, and an eerie face was looking at him from the corner, an equally eerie, but at the same time, happy sounding, music box playing over some speakers somewhere. The music box suddenly stopped after a few seconds, however, and the sound of footsteps echoed from nearby.
Agent P stood completely still, hoping that whatever was there, most likely Doofensmirtz, would pop out and grab him, and put him into a trap.
He was half right.
Whatever it was, it did jump out and grab him, it just didn't put him into a trap, and it certainly wasn't Doofensmirtz.
Instead, it was a giant robotic squirrel, and it held him tight as three other robot animals ran out of the shadows. A cat, a beaver, and...Norm wearing a stupid looking bear costume that didn't even fit him properly, it looked like. However, this was just as one of the robots pulled the curtains closed, rendering what little sight Perry had useless. Before his sight completely faded, the platypus could tell that Doofensmirtz probably hadn't them wired them correctly, as they all looked quite insane.
"I'm here to make sure nothing bad happens to whoever we capture." Norm said happily, oblivious to the other robot's somewhat crazed looks. It especially wasn't helping that the squirrel was starting to hold Agent P a little too tightly. He let out a nervous chatter and lightly slapped his tail on the robot's torso. Unfortunately, it was mostly hidden due to it being behind him, and up, so it just resulted in the squirrel hugging him tighter.
"We're going to have such a fun time." The squirrel said happily, spinning around in a circle. "Our new friend is going to be such a good edition to the band!" To Agent P's surprise, the squirrel was a girl, her voice bright and bubbly.
"I agree, Syd." Another robot said. It was still dark in the room, and the only one who probably couldn't see at the moment was the one who was captured. Either way, it was a make, and its voice sounding especially cartoonish and goofy sounding. It was already beginning to drive Perry up a wall, and it was more evident when it continued talking. "But you know we have for the boss to get back. What if this is the thing he was having us capture?"
"Aw, you're no fun, Barry." A third voice piped up. Another girl. Her voice was slightly more sassy, almost teenager-like, than the other's. A cold robotic hand touched Perry's hand, and he shivered. "One little morsel is all we want..."
"We could share that little morsel, too." The squirrel added. "I mean, he's so tiny, and we're so hungry..."
"Well, let's for the boss, and then we can all have a little morsel together." Norm said. The three other robots agreed.
Perry hoped that Doofensmirtz would hurry up. He missed his nemesis, and wanted absolutely nothing to do with these robots.