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Isabella shook her head as she held up her hands. “Ok, wait, just to make sure we’re all on the same page, an evil organization is after our pets for unknown reasons, and they think the only way to get them is to get to us, via kidnapping or force,”
“Yes,”
“Then why don’t we call someone , they won't be able to steal every pet in the Tri-State area without being noticed,”
“It’s not everyone’s pets,”
Isabella blinked, “What?”
“They’re not going around like the dog catcher getting every single animal, they have a list of individual pets they want, and over the next few days they are going to strategically hit the families of targets.”
“…and how do you know this again?” Isabella asked, something accusatory in her tone that made her meet Isabella’s eyes, her eyes hard.
“I saw the list, and I recognized two entries, it said Perry the Platypus, Flynn-Fletcher home, and Pinky the Chihuahua, Garcia-Shapiro home,”
Isabella faltered at that answer, but she doubled down.
“And you don’t know why they're doing this or what they want?”
“No, I don’t”
Isabella squinted at her, and her rush of confidence wavered, and it took every bit of Stacy”s will to not break under that glare.
Candace gently nudged her out of the way and knelt down beside Stacy.
‘Stacy, Look at me,” she said softly, and she rested her hand on her shoulder, and after a moment Stacy looked at her, and Candace didn’t like what she saw in her eyes, the genuine fear in her eyes, and she already knew the answer to her question before she asked it,
“Stacy, are you absolutely certain we’re in danger, and that this isn't a joke or a prank?”
“...Do you remember in the Seventh grade, what you told me when Jeremy was late to math class?”
Candace nodded.
“That certain,”
Candace swallowed heavily, and looked over at the rest, and she nodded subtly. And Isabella looked to Phineas, who shrugged, “I believed her the second she came in,” he said, and he said it so earnestly that she felt bad for being suspicious at all. Even though her gut told her Stacy was hiding something, but even if she was, not telling them everything didn’t mean the danger wasn’t real.
“Alright, if this is real, then we’ve got to get moving!” Isabella said as she got to her feet, already in action mode, “Phineas! Ferb! Do we still have the setup from when you helped me with my get away patch?”
“Most of it?” Phineas said as he looked at Ferb, who nodded, “we need to do some quick work on the car probably, but we can be ready to move in a couple hours, tops,”
“Alright, get started, Candace, start packing all the food and supplies you can. Stacy! Come with me to my house and help me bring over my fireside girl emergency kits.
“Wha- Me?” Stacy asked, shocked out of her stupor.
“No, the other Stacy,” Isabella snapped “yes you! Chop chop! Move it soldier!”
Everyone scattered, Phineas and Ferb ran into the garage, Ferb ducking down and pulling out tool bags from the cabinets as Phineas slipped into the car and popped the trunk, and hitting the hidden button on the console that made the engine automatically raise itself out of hood.
Candace sprinted to the kitchen, skidding on the tiled floor as she looked around the kitchen.
“Ok, food, food, pack food, and supplies, … I don’t know what supplies I’m getting,”
Stacy followed Isabella as she sprinted out the front door, and she stopped as Isabella put up a hand to stop, before ducking to a crouch on the stairs, hidden by the stone walls on either, peaking out slightly and looking up and down the street, eyes sharp and watching, and Stacy stayed hunched behind her. Also looking for any sign of danger, she wasn’t as good at this as Isabella, but she knew what she was looking for, as she looked for any lab coats or black turtlenecks.
But thankfully, the road was empty, and the night was silent except for the muffled sound of crashing as Candace dropped something in the kitchen.
Isabella waited For another long moment, before she motioned a hand signal to Stacy and she took off running across the street.
Stacy ran after her, but even with her longer legs Isabella was much faster than her, and she got to the door first.
She slammed through her front door with practiced ease as she quickly looked around the entry hall, looking back to make sure Stacy was still behind and made it inside, before she shot off to her room. Stacy closing the door behind them.
Pinky’s ears perked up as he heard her come in, and he dropped to all fours and turned the corner, and before Isabella came back in the room, Stacy caught his eye and signed to him.
Stop
He froze, eyes reaching hers, and she glanced back at Isabella's Room.
“Stacy!” Isabella yelled.
“Coming!” She yelled back, before turning back to Pinky , quickly signing to him.
Go with Perry, not us.
He looked between her and Isabella’s door, worry visible on his face.
Perry has a plan, It’s ok, i’ll be with her, and she can take care of herself.
He looked back at Isabella’s nervously, before he nodded and saluted her, and he quickly snuck through the living room, Stacy’s deliberately loud footsteps masking the sound of him jumping through the doggie door.
Stacy followed Isabella into her room, and she was digging through her closet,she had two cases on the floor behind her, and as Stacy watched she pulled out a third.and stacked it on top of the others.
“Stacy! You need to move! Come on soldier!”
“What is all this?”
“Fireside girl emergency preparedness patch, I have kits set up for all kinds of emergencies” she said as she grabbed a a backpack and slung it on.
“Do we need all of these?”
“I don’t know, but we’ve got tonight, so might as well grab everything, better to have it and not need it,”
“So we’re bringing these three cases?” Stacy asked, and Isabella grinned.
“No, no we’re not,”
Pinky watched as Isabella ran out with her backpack and the three cases , followed by Stacy carrying a large trunk.
He snorted to himself, Isabella could’ve unpacked that trunk, she’d set it up to do so, she was making a point, and he grinned as he watched Stacy lug the trunk across the street. His girl was a spitfire, always had been.
He hoped it would be bought to keep her safe in the coming days.
He watched them head inside the Flynn-Fletcher house, waiting till the door closed behind them, before he moved from his vantage point in the bushes. Checking his watch for any communication from Perry as he snuck down to the street, hiding behind a mailbox as he sent a message
He didn’t need to wait long before he heard the sound of Perry’s hover car’s engines as it fellow from a hidden panel on the Flynn-Fletcher roof and flew straight towards him,, barely slowing as he flew by and Pinky jumped in, before it blasted off into the air.
“Got everything?”
‘Yep, downloaded all my critical data to my hat and purged the system and locked the whole place down, no ones getting in, and even if they could, there’s nothing left to take,”
Perry nodded, “you didn’t need any of your weapons?”
Pinky looked in the back seat, taking in the duffel bag, the thing visibly bulging with weapons, a flamethrower nozzle sticking out. He looked at Perry, then back at the bag, then back at Perry, raising an amused eyebrow.
“Some of us have a more flexible interior design philosophy,”
Perry just glared at him.