Soli Deo gloria

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Phineas and Ferb. Easter's coming up, people! *Does happy, clumsy, fangirly dance* This idea was on my plot bunny list for a while, and it's about time to write it! :D I do NOT mean to commercialize Easter, but I just wanted to make this.

Candace was having a tiny, little teenage crisis. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, a beautiful spring Sunday morning. To be vaguely more specific, it was Easter Sunday. The teen could tell that her mom and dad were already downstairs, for the sweet smell of pancakes was floating up the stairs.

Candace was paying no mind to the fragrance, for she was video chatting with Stacy and at the same time trying to pick out an outfit to go to the church in. Her room was strewn with blouses, dresses, shoes, skirts and belts. Stacy was watching from her laptop camera, wearing a purple dress along with a white bowler hat that had a purple ribbon around it.

"Stacy, what am I going to do?" Candace groaned as she tossed a few pairs of shoes out of her way to get to her nearly empty closet. "I have to be downstairs in two minutes and I haven't picked out an outfit!"

"Candace," Stacy said, "this is the biggest Sunday of the year, the biggest holiday of the spring season, and you haven't chosen out an outfit to wear?"

"Well," Candace paused to look at Stacy, "Mom did say last night that I should pick out something or I'll be rushing around in the morning."

"You know, I hate to tell you she told you so, but it fits this situation too well," Stacy said as Candace started to raid through a dresser drawer overflowing with shirts.

"Thanks, Stace, your advice is overwhelming," Candace said sarcastically as she reached over toward her bed. "I mean, all I have is an Easter hat!"

"It's cute," Stacy pointed out. It was a white hat with a pink ribbon and rose pinned onto it. Candace plopped it on her head and said, "I mean, whatever I pick out has to work with my hat!"

Stacy squinted to get a better view of her room. "Good luck. Hey," she added, "where's Phineas and Ferb?"

Down in the kitchen, Linda was busy flipping pancakes, wearing a lovely red dress and black slippers. Lawrence was at the table, sipping a cup of good ol' English tea, wearing a white polo and black pants. A bow tie lay along his collar, untied. Perry was eating from his dish, wearing a homemade collar covered with bunnies; duckies lined it as well.

At that moment, Phineas and Ferb came walking in from their room, Phineas saying to the three, "Good morning!" He was wearing a light blue polo tee and blue dress shorts. Ferb wore the same, save that the blue polo was purple for him.

Linda looked over and smiled as she said, "Good morning to you too, Phineas. Breakfast is ready," and she handed them plates so that they could fill their plates from the pancake platter.

Lawrence took a sip from his tea before asking, "Where's your sister?"

"She's upstairs, having a clothing crisis," Ferb said as he and Phineas took their seats at the table.

"I told her to pick out something last night. She said she had stuff in her closet, so I only got her a hat," Linda supplied as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She leaned against the counter and added, "I hope she can keep this one intact. Every other one I've gotten for her have gotten smashed."

"It's alright if she smashes this one," Phineas said as he peered down to the bottom of the table where Perry was hiding. He gave the platypus's head a rub and added, "We always put them on Perry at the end of the day anyway."

"True," Linda said thoughtfully. "Boys, don't forget to let him out before we go to church."

"We won't," Phineas said. He straightened and looked at Ferb excitedly, "I can't wait! After the service, the Easter egg hunt!"

"There's also egg dying, boys, you usually love that," Lawrence pointed out.

Phineas and Ferb looked at each other for a moment before turning to Lawrence. Ferb said, "If it's all the same with you, Father, we'll just go do the egg hunt."

"Oh, alright then," Lawrence said as he took another sip of tea. He took a piece of pancake and looked down under the table, attempting to try to feed Perry, but instead he was met with a vacant floor. "Say, where's Perry?"

At that moment, Candace came running down the stairs, nearly tripping over Perry.

"I found something to wear!" she said as she came into the kitchen. She was wearing a pretty white skirt with a light yellow blouse, pink shoes and her Easter hat.

"Why Candace, that looks nice," Linda smiled.

"Good," Candace breathed as she slid down onto a chair next to Phineas. "I was thinking it might be a bit much. Hey," she added as she looked around the kitchen, "where's Perry?"

"Funny, I just said the same thing," Lawrence said.

"Really? So, do we know where he went?" she asked.

"No, no we don't," Phineas answered her.

A few seconds passed before Candace shrugged and said, "Alright then."

Perry had managed to sneak out from under the table toward the staircase. (He was able to quickly evade Candace. He was a secret agent after all.) He slunk against the side and tapped the wall in a pattern, making a little door appear. He entered and was sucked down to his lair, a little Easter hat landing on his head. He frowned and tugged off the hat as Major Monogram's face showed up on the screen.

"Good morning, Agent P. Oh, I see you discovered the new appearance of your hat," the Major said.

"It was my idea, Sir," Carl added from behind the camera.

"Carl . . ." Major Monogram said.

Perry sighed and put the hat back on and looked up to the screen. Major Monogram was wearing a lovely tux and Carl had come from behind the camera to comb his hair.

"Like it? It's a rental, but the wife insists," Major Monogram explained.

Perry raised an eyebrow as Carl added, "He's going to his mother-in-law's for Easter."

"Alicia insists! 'Or we'll lose the inheritance!' Oy!" the disgruntled Major said before he added, "OW! Carl, gently!"

"Sorry, Sir," Carl apologized.

"Anyway, Doofenshmirtz has shown activity in many different stores. He's acquired a GPS, a bow tie and a bunny costume. You'd better put a stop to him!"

Perry nodded and gave him a respectful bow before heading to his flying car. Major Monogram and Carl watched him leave before Major Monogram said, "Carl, I-I think I was supposed to tell him something else, but I don't remember what it was."

"If you can't remember what it was, it wasn't that important, was it, Sir?" Carl asked as he paused in his combing.

A few seconds passed before Major Monogram shrugged and said, "I suppose so. Keep combing, Carl, the MIL is particular about my hair."

"The 'MIL', Sir?" Carl wondered.

The Major sighed. "It stands for 'mother-in-law', Carl."

"Wow, I guess our agency isn't the only thing with a bad acronym," Carl said as he began combing.

The Major sighed again. "I KNOWWWWWW."

There was a sweet little white church off of the usual strip of close-together-buildings. There was a small graveyard along with a field and parking lot. The parking lot was filled with an excess of cars, making parking spaces rare and everyone in the Flynn-Fletcher mini van rather uptight. And by everyone, I mean the two females. Candace, sitting by the window in the back, was calling out, "Dad! Dad! There's a parking space right there!"

"There is?" Lawrence wondered, his brain starting to fry.

"Yes, yes, yes! Hurry!" Candace squealed. Two seconds later, another car pulled in and she fell back onto her seat and groaned.

"Lawrence, there's another one, right by the usher!" Linda hurried to point out. Her hair was starting to get frazzled as she peeked her head out the open window.

"Which usher?" Lawrence asked as he brought the car to a stop. "The one wearing the funny blue shirt or the bald one?"

"The bald one! Hurry!" Linda screeched. They were about to pull in when a blue pickup zoomed into the space instead.

"Oh!" Linda groaned as she clenched a fist. Candace sighed. This should take a while.

And there's the first chapter. I hope you liked it, and please, review!