DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Phineas and Ferb. It is owned by Disney, best movie company ever. I know this chapter is not great but I think I got the worst diseases ever!: Writer's block. Oh, and Doofenshmirtz was on co-pilot and was thinking about Perry the Platypus and so that was why he didn't back up the children's story.

"Who would like some wine, humm, Charlene?" Linda asked as the party ate dinner.

"Just a bit though, I'm driving," Charlene cautioned as Linda poured her a glass.

"Okay, and Heinz?" wondered Linda.

"Well, okay-"

"Sorry, Linda, Heinz's doctor won't let him have wine or ANY alcohol," Charlene warned.

"Ugh, no wine, no driver's license," muttered Dr. Doofenshmirtz as he sat back in his seat and crossed his arms.

"Heinz, your insurance won't let you have a car after you trashed the last one!" Charlene scolded her ex-husband.

Vanessa leaned in next to Ferb to whisper, "He's trashed four cars." Ferb looked a bit disturbed but then turned back to his dinner.

Perry watched as the Doofeshmirtzs interacted with the family. How could he have let them do that? Dr. Doofenshmirtz was bound to find his secret entrances. Once he was sure that Dr. Doofenshmirtz was going to stay there, he went about the house and blocked all the entrances. As he scanned the map of the house, Perry smiled when he noticed that they were all closed and locked. Man, Doof is so stupid sometimes, he thought. I mean, he's not really stupid, just, yeah, sometimes, really stupid. Hopefully he won't be able to find any of the entrances.

Linda went to retrieve the dessert. "And now for the final course!" She placed the platter on the table and unveiled the concoction. Everybody stared at it in concern.

"It looks wonderful, darling, but, um," Lawrence faltered as Linda started to slice it.

"What is it?" the ever-so-blunt Candace asked.

"It's the newest thing Charlene and I learned in cooking class. It's a Romanian-tomato pickled beet broiled tart with octopus burnt caramel topped with candied in cherry-banana cough drops capers glazed with a fish-sauce and frozen waffle glaze and garnished with deep fried in pure chicken fat dried cranberries and pink peppercorns," Linda smiled as the expressions from the girls and the dads did not seem to scrape the surface of her cheery exterior.

"Oh, my," Vanessa gasped as a slice of the carefully created pie was placed in front of her.

"This looks great, Mom!" Phineas smiled warmly.

"Oh, Phineas, you're too nice!" Linda beamed as she sat down.

"You really are," Candace stated as she poked her dessert and then shrieked as it jiggled.

"Umm," Vanessa hummed as she too poked her serving. "I'm not too hungry. Can we be excused?"

"Yeah, Mom, Ferb and I need to show Vanessa something," Phineas smiled at his mom who nodded her head. "Come on!"

"Oh, you are going down! D-O-W-N DOWN!" shouted Candace as she pushed her chair away from the table and skipped after them. All the parents sat with a concerned expression then at the same time turned back to their dessert.

Phineas lead the group to the office and opened the door. They all gathered on the floor cross-legged as Phineas found the craft and brought it over to them. He sat down next to Vanessa and handed it to her.

"Here, Vanessa. Ferb and I made a scrapbook of our trip around the world for you," Phineas explained as Vanessa took the album.

She flipped through the pages and smiled. There was pictures of the plane before it had left, a bit of Japan, Candace and her trying to find service in the mountains, and various pictures of the gang hanging around Paris. There was her and Ferb gazing out at the Eiffel Tower, Candace trudging around the streets, Buford and Baljeet lugging around a bucket of oil, and Phineas talking to business people about parts with Isabella looking on sadly. 'Wow,' Vanessa thought. 'I had a really nice time.'

"Gee, thanks you guys, I'm impressed," smiled Vanessa as she and the others crowded around.

With all three of them engrossed in the project, Candace smiled her busting smile and saw her chance. Without hesitation, she seized the book, leaped over the heads of the surprised children and bounded out of the door.

'Doof is getting suspicious,' worried Perry as he walked behind the evil scientist while he was posing as a monotreme. The doctor kept looking about, peering behind furniture and opening drawers. When Heinz was employed to take out the garbage, Doofenshmirtz thought a moment before sticking his hand into one of trash cans. Perry cringed as Doof rummaged around and shrugged. He put the garbage bag into the trash can and put on the lid. Gazing about the yard, he stopped when he noticed a decorative mushroom. Perry, in pure panic and now frantic, quickly marched over to the doctor who said, "Hmm, maybe this?" and bit his hand.

"Youch! Curse, you, Perry 'Not The Platypus,'" Dr. Doofenshmirtz squealed as he held his hand and when he walked around the building, he started kicking the house to relieve his anger. He was about to kick especially hard when he noticed a rectangular shaped door on the side of the house. "Hmm," he wondered as he bent to look closer. Perry immediately snapped and punched him in the back causing him to fall into the house and the rose bushes.

"Agh!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz screeched as he stood up straight with the help of the wall. "Was that you, Perry 'Not The Platypus?'" Perry growled in response, "Grrrrr."

"Hmmph," growled back the doctor as he laid a hand on his back as he walked back to the kitchen. Once inside, he peered around and sat on the sofa. He noticed the picture above the sofa a bit uneven and tried to straighten it. Linda noticed his attempt and tried her hands on the picture.

"Hmm, it's stuck," she said as she rubbed her chin thoughtfully and tried again. Perry started hyperventilating very quietly. Gosh, did he remember to close the entrance behind the picture? What, what if his owners found it and then, oh, Major Monogram was not going to be happy about this. Perry held his breath as she unhooked the picture from the wall. He realized he had been closing his eyes and he opened one to examine the damage...

"Ugh! Candace, when will you stop leaving your chewed gum around?" sighed Linda as she removed the sticky candy and rehung the picture. Perry sighed in relief but quickly stopped relaxing as Doofenshmirtz was on the move again.

Dr. Doofenshmirtz was not one to give up! Maybe Perry shouldn't have underestimated him. He looked around the house some more, peered under vases and the like. Once when he was looking in the fireplace, Charlene tapped him on the shoulder and asked, "Heinz, what are you doing?"

"I, um," Dr. Doofenshmirtz stammered as he looked back at Charlene who was crossing her arms and tapping her feet on the ground. Perry was a bit amused as to what he'd say. "I dropped my handkerchief! You, know, allergies," he smiled as he quickly withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket.

"Allergies? Oh, come with me, Heinz," Charlene said as she grabbed his arm and started to drag him to the foyer. "What are you doing?" Dr. Doofenshmirtz squealed as his heels dug into the floor. "I'm getting you an allergy pill," Charlene explained as she let go of his arm and started rummaging through her purse, Heinz grumbling the whole while.

Perry was watching the couple and even cracked a smile when the communicator on his wrist beeped. He touched the start button and Carl's face appeared on the screen. "Agent P, it's ready."

Candace raced down the staircase, laughing her maniacal laugh and ran into the living room, the boys and Vanessa right behind her. All the adults were chatting small talk until she burst in and screamed, "Mom! Mom! I finally have it! Something you can bust Phineas and Ferb for! I give you, this!" Candace smiled evilly as she handed the scrapbook to Linda. Candace giggled as Linda flipped through the pages with Charlene watching over her shoulder.

"Why, did the boys make this?" Linda wondered as she examined the album.

"Yes!" screeched the hyper-active teen.

"Why, it's beautiful!" Linda smiled as she read the captions.

"Yes, I know! Wait, say what?"

"Candace, the boys made a wonderful scrapbook! I mean, the book looks like it came from a high-end store and the decorating is great!" Linda exclaimed.

"No, no, no! Look at the pictures! There are children you and I know looking at the Eiffel Tower and making planes!" Candace whined.

"Oh, Candace, y'all never went to Paris," Linda argued as Charlene took the craft and laid it on her lap.

"Yes, I mean, photo shopping has come a long way, right?" Charlene said as the two moms looked at Candace who was going half crazy.

"No! Phineas and Ferb and Isabella and their little nerd and bully friends did this and I was practically forced to come along!" Candace explained.

"Hey, don't forget me!" Vanessa pointed out.

"We really did got to Paris, Mom," Phineas said as the book was folded up and placed on the coffee table.

"Technically, you didn't have to go along," Ferb said in his British voice.

"Oh, you all have such active imaginations. Candace, this was obviously photo shopped, the objects in the background stick out like a sore thumb."

"Mom! These are not photo shopped!" Candace yelled.

"Candace, don't take that tone with me," Linda warned as Candace sat down next to her.

"Mom, you don't understand, every time I try to bust Phineas and Ferb, you don't see it, and now that you can see it, you don't bust them at all?" Candace said in a small voice.

"Sorry, honey, but I just don't see how the boys could go to Europe," Linda smiled. Candace sighed as she leaned against her mom and laid her head against her shoulder. Linda smiled again and rubbed her arm. "You'll bust them someday." "Yeah, right."

Back in Agent P's lair, Carl was showing Perry a new device. "Agent P, here is the Amnesia-Inator in a wrist watch, cool, huh?" Carl asked as Perry fit the device on his wrist. He smiled as he felt in fit comfortably and he saluted and walked away, Carl saluting him back.

"Well, thank you for the lovely time, everyone," Charlene said as they all gathered in the foyer to say goodbye.

"You've got one strange platypus," Dr. Doofenshmirtz told Lawrence as they shook hands.

"Well, isn't that dandy? Good night," Lawrence smiled.

"Do you want to say goodbye to Perry?" Phineas asked as he held up the egg-laying mammal of action. Charlene and Vanessa ruffled his fur good-naturedly as Heinz held him up at arm's length.

"Ya know, I could have swore you were Perry the Platypus-" Dr. Doofenshmirtz started to say when Perry quick as a flash zapped him with the Amnesia-Inator. Doof looked stunned for a moment and when he handed Perry back to Phineas, he turned to Charlene and asked, "Where are we?"

Phineas let down the monotreme who stepped into the living room away from imposing eyes and ears and looked at his wrist watch wanna be.

"Great job, Agent P! You've saved the agency and your job!" Major Monogram congratulated. "Now, about your attitude-" He was cut off by Perry who switched the device off and smiled.

"Thanks for the good time, Ferb," Vanessa smiled as she clutched her book and without hesitation, gave Ferb a quick peck on the cheek before the Doofenshmirtzs waved goodbye as they walked out the door.

"Ferb, are you okay?" Phineas wondered eagerly as he shook his brother back into reality.

"I, was weak," the boy answered.

"Man, again? You've got it bad," Phineas smiled as the boys walked upstairs. What Phineas didn't know was that when Phineas was downstairs earlier, Ferb had pasted one last photo at the end of the album. It was of him and Vanessa on a four-for-a-dollar-photo they had got at the mall Phineas thought his fingers looked like snakes on the vibrating chair. The first three were of them doing silly faces, but the last was both of them, arm over their shoulders, doing a sincere smile.

Oh. My. Gosh. I completed my first fan fic! No way! High fives, all around! Thank you for reviewing, y'all are awesome, but it is 11:40 at night and Punzie the Platypus is out, peace.