#((Phineas and Ferb? On MY dash!?!? It's more likely than you think I guess))

[tenuuchlegch]

❃ "... That child's head is shaped like a triangle."

[springsfordays]

Le Princess Isabella

Hello, Hello!! So I wrote an au fic and my very first one for Phineas and Ferb. I’ve had this idea for an au for a while so I finally wrote the first couple of chapters.

I’m posting the first chapter here and let me say it’s very boring dnndndjdkn. But I wanted to post it anyways. For future chapters I’ll probably just link it. Here’s the synopsis:

In a faraway place laid the noble land of the Tri-City State Empire where in the capitol of the nation, Danville, the castle of the royals resides. Among the rulers is the heir to the throne, Princess Isabella Garcia-Shapiro ward of King Monogram, wishes to escape her life of strict rules and the pressures of royalty for adventures beyond the horizon of her castle. What the princess does not know is that the journey she craves would come a lot sooner then she expects and in the worst way possible.

Read on AO3 if you want though! Hope you enjoy!!

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In a distant land far away from the rest of the world in the oceans laid an Island called Danvillious. There the kingdom known as the Tri-City State Empire was thriving. The inhabitants lived a peaceful way of life with seemingly no worries of a threat to their daily lifestyles. Those who lived in land, or the low country, were farmers, weavers, town folk who took care of the vast rivers and waterfalls that flowed through valleys. The people who lived along the costs were fishermen, sailors who surfed the large waves that were as crystal clear as the sky was blue. Then there were those who lived in the cities. They were mechanics, inventors, scholars and..

"A bunch of snobs! Ptooe" a young boy spat onto the ground scowling at the passer bys that walked around him. He very much despised the city folk for their "high way of life" and despised them even more since the only way they get to have that high life is because he does all the dirty work for them.

"ugh, Buford just because you come from the low country doesn't mean everything said about city life is true." A younger boy walking beside Buford pushed up his glasses as his brows furrowed in annoyance. Buford grunted holding up a pointed finger at the other boy "I could'a told you that much 'Jeet. It's always said that the city is the prettiest place to be but all I've seen is grime, garbage, and a lot of fake perfume. Plus how would you know anything? Oh wait! Maybe you would seeing how you're some high and mighty academy student!" Baljeet rolled his eyes "I'm a professor's apprentice Buford but you're a cleaner. Garbage is your whole lively hood."

As the two boys walked they came upon a small brick building right between two large apartment complexes. A sign hung loosely from the top to above the door reading "Flynn-Fletcher Antiques and Mechanics". Buford spoke in a low voice as he opened the door for the both of them, "I didn't always have to rely on garbage y'know. I helped farm the ingredients used to make the food the people here throw away without finishing."

Baljeet turned to him "I get that you miss the country side but you are here now. Try to make the best of it. Like, I bet you weren't able to go flying in a custom plane made by the Flynn-Fletcher boys on your farm right?" He smiled pointing towards the back of the shop. Buford shrugged "Yeah I guess. You and the other two are alright I guess."

With that the two walked through the- in Buford's words- creepy shop full of knickknacks and old relics from over time on the Island. Srnnnnk. At the counter a teenage girl had her feet over the register and the newspaper over her face snoring deeply. The boys walked up and stared at her for a moment. Baljeet whispered in disgust after a particularly deep snore, "Eek she sounds like a broken radiator." Buford sighed a wistfully "Yeah.. A broken radiator with pretty ginger hair.."

"What?"

"Uhh I mean.. Uh"

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

Buford smashed the bell placed on the counter repeatedly startling awake the sleeping teenager sending her knocking back over. "Gah! What the hell??" She said moving her head back and forth. Baljeet cleared his throat getting her attention. "Oh it's you two. What do you want?" She said rubbing her eyes irritably. "Hello Candace we were looking for Phineas and Ferb, do you know where they are?"

BOOM!! PRSSH!! CRASH!!

Candace put her head in her hand, "UGH Where do you think they are? Being annoying as usual." Baljeet and Buford glanced at one another then back at Candace. "Aren't you going to try and 'bust' them for making so racket?" Baljeet asked in confusion. "Why bother? Mom and Dad are visiting the capital today on a 'special antique assignment'. No point" The boys shrugged and entered the back of the shop where the Flynn-Fletcher boys, Phineas and Ferb, worked welding a metal sheet onto whatever contraption they were working on now. The two covered in oil stains and dirt all over their blue overalls looked up from where they were working over to their two friends.

Phineas lifted his mask smiling widely, "Hey fellas! You're just on time! Come look what we've added to the wings." He walked towards the other side of the custom small plane to point out the paint job. On the wings the paint a fiery shape along the edges in bright red and orange colors. "Oooooo" the other two boys said seeing the paint. "Right? It was Ferb's idea he thought it needed a more badass look to it." Ferb walked over joining the huddle around the wings. "Well Ferb always has an eye for that sort of thing." Baljeet stated running a hand over the design. Ferb held up a pair of finger guns at him clicking his mouth.

"Yup. Now all we need is to finish the welding which should be done soon. Y'all could wait right over there so the sparks don't get you." Phineas said pulling his mask back over and beginning to weld again along with Ferb. Buford and Baljeet went to the corner of the room where a pile of old magazines, Newspapers and torn books were, Baljeet picked a book and began to read. Buford not one liking to read scrummaged through the papers. "I want to look at the funnies!" He continued shuffling until a single photo fell out gliding to the floor. Huh? Buford leaned over picking up and turning over the picture. On it he saw an adorably beautiful young girl no older than him staring somewhat thoughtfully back at him. The girl was dressed in all white, in huge contrast to her features, and sported gold and red medals and large white coat hung loosely on her shoulders.

"What the? Who is this?" Buford showed the picture to Baljeet. He corrected his glasses analyzing the picture. "Oh! That's Princess Isabella!" Buford's eyes went wide, "Wait! That's THE Princess Isabella?! Ward of the King?!" Baljeet nodded "Yup! That's her, I forget that not many pictures of her actually exist so most people don't even know what she looks like." Baljeet grabbed the photo scanning it some more with a curious look, "Which begs the question how a rarity such as this is in these newspaper clippings. Hey Phineas! Ferb! How'd you guys get this??" He shouted over the welding noises gaining their attention. "Huh? Oh! That picture! Be careful with it!" Phineas dashed over yanking the picture from Baljeet's hand. "Whoof! Possessive much?" Phineas blushed "Sorry It's just it’s the only picture we have of her." He said twiddling his fingers. Ferb walked over "Our folks got it from their last trip to the capital." Phineas continued for him "Yeah Mom and Dad sold the photographer a clock and when dad saw the pictures he knew he had to buy it. Y'know since she apparently isn't allowed outside the castle walls."

"Wow you're dad scored big time! I bet you could sell it for a ton of money!" Buford said excitedly. Phineas furrowed his eyebrows holding the picture away from everyone. "It's not for sale Buf!" Buford held his hands up "Damn okay! What's your attachment to this thing anyway?" Phineas face nearly went as red as his hair. "Well, I just like looking at it that's all. I don't want give it away." Baljeet giggled, "I don't blame you! She's very pretty."

Phineas sighed holding the picture up and staring longingly at the girl on it. "Yeah. What’s not pretty about her?" He moved around the room with the picture in hand, "That long luscious raven black hair. The olive toned skin. Those large deep brown eyes and that cute smile she has.. Besides the things I've invented she's the only girl I've ever loved." Phineas ran a hand over the photo. Buford groaned in disgust, "Oh my God, you're in love with a picture?? What is wrong with you man. I bet she ain't all hugs and kisses in real life. She's royalty, she's probably a brat!"

Phineas stared at Buford with narrowed eyes "Well you don't know that do you? Leave me to my crush on this photo alright?" Ferb and Baljeet looked at one another and covered their laughs. Buford rolled his eyes "Yeah, yeah. Whatever can we get this bad boy into the sky now and leave the princess talk here?" The other boys nodded in agreement and all went to start rolling the plane out to of the back of the shop. Phineas lingered behind staring at the picture once more. The girl's eyes somehow burned through the stilled image. He smiled Simply beautiful aren't you? He carefully folded the photo and stuffed it securely into his front overall pocket and ran up to join the others.

[cthonicascendant]

5. What is something you know a lot about, but don't have much of an opinion on?

17. What fills you with nostalgia, despite being relatively new?

30. What’s something you’ve known existed for a long time, but only gained a interest in recently?

<<apparently i'm allowed to answer these, vee is too tired.>>

5. What is something you know a lot about, but don't have much of an opinion on?

<<my toxic trait is that the more i know about something, the more likely i am to form strong opinions about it. i guess lord of the rings? i'm very familiar with the canon, i've read all the books and watched the movies, i stop and read the meta if it looks interesting on my dash, and i also just do not have strong feelings about it either way. it is certainly a canon that exists to me. first thing i could think of, sorry, i'm aware you're a fan.>>

i knovv a lot about embroidery an my opinion i5 it5 kind a borin

<<oh hey vee.>>

17. What fills you with nostalgia, despite being relatively new?

<<hm. i guess our mechanical keyboard? clicky clicky like the keyboards we grew up with, not squishy like a lot of modern ones, but we literally bought it last xmas.>>

30. What's something you've known existed for a long time, but only gained an interest in recently?

<<uh, nothing lately, but the last time this happened was with phineas and ferb? look, i was already older than the target demographic when that show was released. i didn't get into it until my niblings did.>>

acrylic paint5

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[fardell24b]

Daria in Danville - Rescuing Sandi and Additional Problems

Part 6: Rescuing Sandi and Additional Problems

As the vehicle crashed to the floor, Trent pressed harder against the brake pedal, locking the wheels. “Retract the wings,” he said to Phineas.

 “If you think that would help.”

 “Good,” Trent said.As Phineas pulled the lever to retract the wings, Trent rotated the wheel rapidly to the right, causing it to go into a hard turn.

  Sandi saw the strange vehicle come skidding to a stop, although not before knocking the ‘Inator’ over. She also saw that the scientist guy had fled. ‘I’m sure he has stuff here to defend against whatever is in that vehicle.’ For all she knew, Doofenshmirtz could have nemeses other than Perry. ‘Who’s also gone.’ She rolled her eyes. Of all the possibilities she could have imagined, she didn’t expect what happened next...

  Sam and Chris emerged from the vehicle, followed by Stacy R. and Phineas. “What?” Sandi asked.

 “Phineas and Ferb,” Stacy replied.

 “You came in that contraption?” Sandi asked.

 “Yes.”

 “Sta-cy, it is totally unbecoming of a Fashion Club member like, to be seen in such a ramshackle, vehicle.”

 “Eep!” Stacy shrieked. She straightened her posture as she gathered up confidence to rebut Sandi’s put down. “It’s also totally unbecoming of a Fashion Club member to be abducted by a robot.”

 “We came to rescue you,” Sam added.

 “You came into Danville and convinced those stepbrothers to come and rescue me?”

 “Yeah,” Chris replied.

 “Yes,” Sam answered.

 “Right, we’re going back to Lawndale in this?” Sandi asked. ‘Totally ramshackle and unbecoming, but it will have to do.’

 “No, just back to our place, then you can catch a lift with Jane’s brother,” Phineas said.

 “You mean, Jane Lane?”

 “Yes,” Phineas replied.

 “And Daria too?” Sandi asked. ‘Of course it would be Quinn’s weird sister!’ she thought.

 “Yes...”

 “Like, a necessary evil, I guess. Let’s go.”

  When Phineas, Stacy R., Sam and Chris exited the vehicle, Daria turned to Candace. “Do you know where your Mom is?”

 “Um, no,” Candace admitted.

 “We need to know where she is if we are going to get this vehicle to her.”

  Linda Flynn-Fletcher was at her husband’s antiques store when her phone rang. ‘It must be Candace,’ she thought, wondering what she would be vaguely wondering what the boys were up to this time. “Hello, Candace.”

 “Hi, Mom; where are you?”

 “I’m at the antiques store, honey. I’ll be home later.”

 “The antiques store?” Candace laughed, annoyingly. “Heehehehehehehee. Phineas and Ferb have built this flying bus, made out of wood and stone, and I’m going to bring it there!”

 “Oh, Candace!”

 “It’s true!”

 “I’ll see you later. Bye.”

Candace hung up. “The antiques store.”

 “And you know how to get there from here?” Daria asked.

 “I know the address.”

 “But Trent wouldn’t know where it is in relation to here,” Jane pointed out.

 “I’ll help him with the directions,” Candace added as Sandi, Phineas, Stacy R, Sam and Chris boarded the vehicle.

 Candace sat next to Phineas, behind Trent. “Ok, Trent, here’s the address.”

 “Wait until we get back in the air,” Trent said, as he put the gear stick into Reverse, and started turning the wheel to the left.

 “Sure.”

  Trent reversed the vehicle from the spot where it had lodged next to a pile of Doofenshmirtz’s equipment. As he backed out, the ‘Inator’ was pushed further from where it had been, and more equipment was broken.

  “Um, Trent, I think you need to go forwards,” Candace pointed out.

 “Why?”

 “You’re probably damaging the vehicle by running over the Doof’s stuff.”

 “Hmm, good point.” He put the vehicle back into drive and turned the wheel to the right again. “Ready to go. Phineas, extend wings on my mark.”

 “Sure.”

 Trent floored the accelerator. As the vehicle went out of Doofenshmirtz’s lab he said. “Mark.”

 Phineas pulled the lever to extend the wings, and Trent pulled back on the wheel.

  Doofenshmirtz re-entered his lab to see the strange vehicle that Sandi’s rescuers had used fly off the balcony. “Curse you, Sandi Griffin! Now I don’t have anyone to use the Inator on.” He then thought of using Norm to chase after that vehicle. ‘Good idea.’

 Perry chose that moment to emerge from where he had been hiding, and approached the Inator again.

 “No, Perry the Platypus!”

 Perry quickly found the self-destruct button where the collisions between the vehicle and the Inator had displaced the panel covering it. He pressed it and dashed off shortly before said Inator exploded.

 “Curse you, Perry the Platypus!”

 Per-ry!

  Perry left the Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. building and followed Phineas and Ferb’s vehicle.

  “Ok, it’s on Marsh Street, near the intersection with Povenmire Avenue,” Candace said.

 “Thanks, Candace.”

 Trent turned the vehicle in the direction of the antiques store. Ten seconds later, there was a sudden noise emanating from the drive section. A vibration rang through the rest of the vehicle. “Uh, oh!” Phineas expressed.

 “Uh, oh?” Candace asked, straight away.

 “What she said,” Jane echoed.

 “We’re slowing down,” Trent noticed.

 “How bad is it?” Stacy H. asked.

 “It’s not good; it seems there is some damage. It was probably caused by our rough landing rather than the rough maneuvering, though,” Phineas explained.

 “We’re still in the air, but not for long,” Trent responded. He narrowly avoided colliding with the side of a building. “We have to follow the streets. It may take longer to get to the antiques store.”

 “Ferb, we have to check the damage in the air.”

 Ferb opened a panel on the floor.

  Perry landed on the ailing vehicle. He tied his glider in a position where it would help with the aerodynamics and then entered through a window.

  Ferb was still investigating the damage. Isabella saw Perry. “Oh, there you are, Perry.”

 Perry chattered.

  Ferb saw one of the problems. The main shaft providing power to the right forward propeller was loose. He stood back up into the passenger compartment. “You have to select neutral for a moment, Trent.”

 “Is that a good idea?” Stacy R. asked.

 “We can glide for the few moments that he would need to leave it in neutral,” Ferb explained.

 “Oh, OK,” Stacy R. babbled.

 Trent put the vehicle in neutral. “Done.”

 Ferb ducked back down and separated the drive shaft from the middle axle. He stood back up. “You can put it back into drive now.”

 “Got it,” Trent said.

 “Seems like a design flaw,” Daria pointed out.

 “They probably didn’t expect that rough landing though,” Jane replied.

 “That’ll be it.”

  Moments later, Trent swerved around the top of a power line, but not before the left wing came into contact with a wire on a down stroke and broke off...

 Phineas heard it. “Uh oh!”

 “What now?” Stacy R. asked with a great amount of panic in her voice.

 “A part of the wing broke off.”

 “That’s bad, right!?”

 “Well, it’s not good.”

 “You mean that someone will have to go out there whilst it’s flapping?” Stacy started to hyperventilate.

 “No, we can stop the flapping, but then we’d be practically gliding,” Phineas explained. “Stacy?”

 Stacy started hyperventilating. Sandi got up. “We’re going to be alright!” Stacy continued to hyperventilate. Sandi slapped her on the cheek, effectively bringing Stacy out of her panic.

 “That’s not good, either,” the other Stacy admonished.

 “Otherwise, she would, like, pass out!” Sandi explained.

 “Ok,” Stacy H. said.

 Ferb then stood up. “I’ve re-tightened the drive shaft. Put it into neutral again, Trent.”

 “Unfortunately, a piece of wing has broken off,” Phineas pointed out.

 “Then I’ll have to do this as quickly as possible. Neutral, Trent.”

 “Done.”

 Ferb quickly reconnected the drive shaft. “Done,” he said. Trent quickly reselected Drive.

  After Phineas had stopped the flapping of the left wing, Ferb crawled out with the materials to repair it.

 “That’s dangerous! Shouldn’t we land first?” Candace asked.

 “We should, shouldn’t we?” Phineas replied.

 “There’s nowhere to land. All the parking spaces are taken up, and there are no parks,” Trent pointed out.

 “Then we’ll have to take another route.”

 “OK, but only vary the route by one block,” Candace commanded.

 “Sure,” Trent replied.

  Trent turned the vehicle to the right. As he did so, Ferb lost one of his tools, as it slipped off the wing surface...

He continued working, nevertheless.

  Jane looked at Daria in concern. “You OK, Daria? You look like you’re going to puke.”

 “I’m fine,” Daria replied, although she was pale. “Phineas and Ferb seem to know what they’re doing.”

 “But you can also see why Candace wants to ‘bust’ them?”

 “Absolutely. If you and Trent did this stuff...”

 “Well, if Trent and I did do this kind of stuff, and Penny wanted to stop us, Mom wouldn’t have cared,” Jane disclosed referring to one of her older sisters. She thought for a moment. She then said, “I think Wind did get up to this kind of stuff.”

 “Jane?”

 “He wasn’t as extravagant as Phineas and Ferb of course,” Jane explained.

 “Of course,” Daria said, wondering what Wind Lane did get up to.

 Trent brought the vehicle out of the bank. “Hmm, controls are sluggish,” he announced.

 “I’ll have a look,” Phineas said.

  Ferb completed the repair on the wing, and started crawling back.

  “Ah, ha! Here’s the problem,” Phineas indicated whilst checking the control lines from the steering wheel to the ailerons. “The vine’s started to fray.”

 “I guess you can’t replace that without putting the steering out of commission!” Candace said.

 “Of course not,” Phineas acknowledged.

 Ferb then re-entered the passenger compartment. “We can halt the fraying.”

 “Do it, then,” Candace said. Ferb took some duct tape out of a pocket and taped it where the vine had started to fray. “That could work.”

 “What about the wing?” Jane asked from her seat.

 “Of course,” Phineas restarted it’s flapping, just as Trent turned to the left...