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Danville of the Giants

Fair warning : This piece of writing has its share of GTS. You can still read this if you aren't into them, but don't be surprised if there is a bit of emphasis on the subject. Enjoy...

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Jingle : Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated~

Suave voice : For the Fourth time~

Doofenshmirtz glared at the semi-aquatic mammal before him. He could feel the sweat rolling on his oddly shaped face, indicating the long two hours of battle he had just experienced. He felt tired, and when Doofenshmirtz was tired, he was cranky. The only good thing he could get out of this situation was that his nemesis looked just as tired as he was, his usual growling coming out as panting.

“Alright, Perry the *wheeze*, Patypus. To be honest, I'm getting quite fed up of this battle, or of seeing you still on your weird little palmed-feet, who look ridiculous by the way.” hissed the scientist in exhaustion and annoyance.

“Grdrlrlrlrlrl.” growled Perry, looking just as fed up.

Doofenshmirtz's eyes squinted. “Going for the slouch, huh ? You can talk, why with your useless beaver tail trudging behind you. I bet you got mocked for that at your little agency, aren't ya ?”

Perry's face scrunched up even more, feeling his patience reaching its limits. He growled once again, and what he said made Doofenshmirtz recoil in shock.

“*Gasp !* You take that back ! Insulting me is one thing, but you leave my Ocelot parents out of this !”

Perry's face gained a sneer, as if to say 'Make me !'. The 'evil' man was seeing red now.

“Oh yeah ?! Well... Well I bet your family is stupid ! I don't know who owns you, but they must be dumb ! And ugly too !” blurted out Doofenshmirtz like an angry child.

It was Agent P's time to gasp. That did it, the line had been crossed. The teal platypus wouldn't stand another second listening to that man insulting his owners, all five of them. Perry growled in rage, and grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a huge battle axe !

This didn't faze Doofenshmirtz one bit. “Oh, you wanna go sharp, you wanna go big ?! Fine by me !” shouted Heinz, grabbing a nearby halberd. “Let's get to the point already !”

Perry growled.

“That pun was amazing, and you know it ! LEROY, YOU JERK !!!” hollered Doofenshmirtz, delivering his battle cry. With determined looks set on their faces, the two charged at eachother, ready to put an end to their rivalry once and for all. They closed in together, ready to deliver the first blow. But it was at this exact moment that Doofenshmirtz realized what they were doing. “Wait, Perry the Platypus, WAIT !”

Startled by the shout, Perry stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow, still holding a grudgeful look on her face.

“Perry the Platypus, what happened to us ? I mean, look at this, we are fighting eachother with actually sharp and lethal weapons ! We could lose one of our arms with these, or worse ! We aren't dueling like ennemies, we are fighting like savages !” said the scientist, worriedly looking at the sharp weapon in his arms.

Agent P paused a moment, and looked at his reflection in the axe he had in his paws. The sweaty and angry face looking back at him made the agent realize what he almost did, dropping the weapon and putting on a shameful face. Doofenshmirtz followed suite as he let go of his halberd.

“I guess it's been an off-day for you, huh ? I mean, I don't think I've managed to keep up with you for that much time since the day I turned myself into a platypus.” admitted Doofenshmirtz. Perry gave him a melancholic look and rubbed his arm. Doof gave a slight chuckle. “Ah, don't beat yourself up too much. I'm not giving my A-game either. I mean, I just rehashed one of my old inators with the exact same backstory. How lazy is that ? Unacceptably lazy, that's what.”

The two frenemies smiled at eachother. Despite trapping and battling eachother every day, there was a sort of bond that had managed to be created between the two, a sort of “We may not be pals, but you are still okay in my book.” type of relationship. And as the tension in the room was dispersing itself, they were allowed to breathe.

“Yeah, I think we should just let it go today, you know ? If anything, we should be more worried about what I hit with my Inator. It won't be bats or shellfishes, but it could be just as bad. What if it hit a tiger ? Or a pelican ? Or even a dentist ?! Do you imagine the size of those needles ?! My mouth hurts just thinking about it !”

Perry rolled his eyes, but knew the man was right. A giant bat had been dangerous enough last time, and it was small to begin with. He shuddered at the idea of something bigger being hit, and the share damage that could result of it. Though the scientist would be blamed, Perry would also take some of it for letting it happen.

Suddenly, the building began to vibrate, the sounds getting nearer and nearer, as if something heavy was climbing it.

“Aaaah ! He's coming ! My routine check-up is not due for another six months !” screamed the not-pharmacist in terror. “Hide me, Perry the Platypus !”

Perry said nothing (Again, big shock there), staying firm in front of the approaching menace. If he had been able to beat a giant robot the size of a building, he could certainly beat something climbing it. But the constant fighting had worn him off, so he prayed that whatever was coming up this way was friendly, or at least benign enough to be stopped easily.

Now, if only Doctor Doofenshmirtz could stop constricting him with his arms !

The shaking was getting more intense by the second, the beast was approaching fast. Doof shut his eyes in fright, while Perry tried to wiggle his way out of the man's clutch. But that all stopped when a colossal peach-skinned hand gripped onto the balcony's borders, and a familiar voice echoed.

“Daaad, are you in there ?” called the voice. This immediately made Doofenshmirtz stop his cowering, and let Perry go, to the great relief of the agent, who had started turning bluer than usual.

The father hurried to his terrace, and immediately found the source of the voice. Indeed, he discovered his precious daughter's gargantuan face.

“Vanessa ?! Oh no, look at you, I've transformed my little girl into a giant monster !” exclaimed Doofenshmirtz in guilt. His expression then turned sheepish. “Uh, any chance you don't tell your mother about this ? Her last Birthday present was already a big bust.”

“Well, there is this new pair of french boots I've been meaning to get...” smirked Vanessa.

“Blackmailing your own father, huh ? Well, it is evil, so I guess I should be a little proud.” mumbled Dr. D. “But are you alright, honey bunny ? Did you destroy anything on your way here ? Like say, Roger's new limousine, hmm ?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes at her father's eternal grudge against her uncle. “No dad, I did not. I'm not getting involved between you and Uncle Roger ever again.”

“Dang it.”

“I'm alright though. I lost an outfit in the growth process, but I managed to get some replacement.”

Doofenshmirtz looked sideways from his balcony, watching his monolithic daughter's body clad in drapes, and measuring almost half of the building she was holding onto. The father was not really happy about this.

“Vanessa, you are half-naked ! I refuse for anyone to oogle you like some kind of creepo, hide yourself better than that !”

The brunette frowned as she brought her face closer to her father, who stepped back. “That's going to be hard, seeing as SOMEONE made me big enough to be seen by everybody. And I don't think they exactly make duds for my size.” chided the teenager, furrowing her brow.

“Touché ma petite fille, touché.” replied Doofenshmirtz, using french to try and placate her moody daughter, which seemed to work.

Meanwhile, Perry had joined the scientist outside, and blinked at the view of Doof's humongous daughter. She noticed him and said “Oh, hi Perry.” The Platypus tipped his hat in response. “So dad, I actually came over to know something. Those effects are temporary, right ?”

“Um, kinda. If I remember correctly, the effects vanish five hours after the machine is destroyed. I'm still not quite sure how that's possible, but it helped leaving a mark on the neighbourhood, you know ?”

Vanessa lowered her eyelids and grinned. “So I trust you know what you've got to do now, right ?”

The man sighed. “Yes, yes I do. I was gonna cancel that project anyway, too unimaginative. Anyone can make things grow to be noticed, but they'll always shrink away from their own problems.”

“You've been going through my poems again, haven't you ?” said Vanessa, her smirk growing a little more.

“Well, can't a father know what her little dumpling is writing ? You're a poetress in the making, I can tell you that.” praised Doofenshmirtz.

“Dad, come on.” moaned Vanessa, blushing in embarrassement, yet smiling in pride. “Could you destroy the machine now, please ?”

“Oh, alright. Just a little moment, sweetie pie.” sang Doofenshmirtz, prompting Vanessa to get a little redder in the face, seeing how a certain other guy was learning all those little affectionate names.

Heinz positionned himself behind his machine, and looked at the control panel. “Now, all I have to do is to press this little red button, and...” He pressed it.

But instead of the explosion all were expecting, the engine instead shot another enlarging ray out in the city, missing Doof's daughter by a hair. Shocked at first, Perry and Vanessa went to glare at the scientist.

“Dad, what the heck ?!” said Vanessa, thankful that she hadn't been hit. The Amazing Colossal Vanessa could have been turned into the Apocalyptic Mountainious Vanessa.

Doofenshmirtz seemed dumbfounded by the event. “No wait, I swear I hit the red button ! It's supposed to be my Self-Destruct button, it always is ! I couldn't have done the wiring wrong, I'm sure I-” He then fell silent, noticing something. His worrying face contorted into an annoyed frown. “NORM ! Where are you, Norm ?!”

“I'M RIGHT HERE. I'VE BEEN HERE SINCE THE START.” said the ever-enthiusastic robot, coming out of his new dark corner hangspot. He waved at the enormous girl outside. “HI SIS. MAY I SAY YOU LOOK GRAND TODAY !”

Vanessa chuckled. “Thanks Norm. Always a compliment up your sleeve, huh ?”

“THERE'S ACTUALLY NOTHING BUT COLD, SOULESS, RAINBOW-COLOURED WIRING IN MY SLEEVES. BUT THANK YOU SIS.”

“Yeah yeah, you're a machine, that's great. What I want to know, Norm, is if you gave me a red button for the Firing function, and a green button for the Self-Destruct function ?” asked Doofenshmirtz sternly.

“WHY YES, YES I DID.” awnsered the robot with programmed glee.

“Why ?!”

“BECAUSE THIS MORNING, YOU SAID THAT YOU DESIRED A BIT OF NOVELTY INTO YOUR LIFE. SOMETHING THAT WOULDN'T CHANGE IT DRASTICALLY, BUT WOULD MAKE IT A TAD DIFFERENT SO YOU WOULDN'T SEE THE CONSTANT REPEAT OF YOUR FAILURES AS MUCH AS YOU DO EACH AND EVERY DAY.”

Perry and Vanessa shared a questionning glance, then looked back.

“Okay, first, too much information. Second, seriously, WAY too much information !” counted Doofenshmirtz, rubbing his temples. “And third, when I said I wanted novelty, I was thinking of Beef Noodles instead of Pork Noodles when I command Chinese Food. Or new slippers, or a new lamp. I didn't mean changing the colours of two buttons that can drastically change the effects of something as unpredictable as my Inators !”

“THEN HERE'S PLAN B !” chirped Norm, sorting a pair of fuzzy white bunny slippers, and giving them to his creator, who look ravished by the gift.

“Aw, those are so cute ! They remind me of Bobo the Rabbit, the one I finally got outside of my magic hat after all these years. You know, now that I think about it, they look a lot like him. Kinda like... like...”

Everyone's eyes (except Norm) progressively widened at the implication given then. That is until Doofenshmirtz found the slippers' tag, which read Synth-House, Pure Synthetic Comfort, making everyone sigh heavily in relief.

“Oh thank goodness, that could have gone down like the time I got that furry blue sweater. Almost anihilated someone for real that day until you showed up, Perry the Platypus. That was... that was pretty embarrassing.” said the scientist sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Well anyway, explosion time ! For real !”

Doofenshmirtz pressed the other button, and the ray trembled, before blowing up into pieces. He patted the soot away, unfazed by the explosion after having survived so many. “And that's that. It's 2:30, therefore the effects should go away around 7:30. Just in time for dinner and for your mother to never learn about it. Any plans for today ?”

“Actually, yes. I'm going for a tan on the beach, with a friend.” shrugged Vanessa.

“Oooh, is it your little friend I always see you with ? The pale one, with the two purple fluffy lollipops on the head ? A style I can admire, really.” 'complimented' Doof.

Vanessa quietly groaned at how her best friend Lacie had been described. “No, Lacie's out of town. I'm going with another friend. And... it's not a girl.”

Doofenshmirtz's grin vanished, letting place to narrowing eyes and a very suspecting frown. The good-bad doctor had just entered Papa Bear mode. “Is that so ? Have I met this boy before ? What's his background ? Has he done prison ?!”

“Dad, calm down ! He's just a really good friend, nothing more. And he's eleven !” shouted the Goth Girliath, blowing her father inside and crash against a random stack of crates. “Sorry.”

Doofenshmirtz came back outside the moment Perry and Vanessa's blurry clones had disappeared. “Alright, I can believe that. But is that friend of yours here right now ?”

The area fell silent. Vanessa's eyes shifted, as did her position on the building. Seeing the rather cool-headed teen all awkward was a sight to behold, in more ways than one. “Um, you could say that.” squeaked Vanessa.

“Well, where is he then ?” said Doofenshmirtz with a raised eyebrow. “Is he hidden in your hair ? Behind your ear ? That would be a nice trick.”

“Well... I think it's best if you see it by yourself.” she replied, causing shrudders among the building as she moved a bit upwards and backwards. “Just look down. And please don't freak out.”

The doctor obeyed, and trudged closer to his daunting daughter. Looking down, he immediately caught a green tuft and a pair of blue eyes looking up at him. But it was the place where the boy was confortably cushioned that triggered the parent.

“Vanessa, why is there a boy lying on your chest like that ?!” hollered Doofenshmirtz.

“Dad, you said you wouldn't freak out.”

“It seems you've failed to notice my lack of use of the sentence you are providing. And even I had said that, I still would have said something over the boy who is currently on your chest !” rebutted Heinz, widly gesticulating his arms to show how not okay he was with this.

“His name is Ferb. He was the one that tagged with me in the chase for the Pizzazium Infinionite and saved my life from that crazy lawnmower. He was also there to get me from Tokyo to Paris, where you then caught up with me. He's a real good kid, and even a great talker when he does speak.” explained Vanessa with a grin, warmly looking at the teeny neutral-faced genius, who seemed to have grown just a bit redder in the face.

Perry blanched a little when he heard the boy's name, and took care to retreat a bit more into the shadows. He was however reassured by Vanessa herself, who winked at him. She had caught up on the fact that Phineas and Ferb were Perry's owners for a while now. And the respect she held for the Platypus agent since he helped her during her 16th Birthday Party had led her to not reveal that fact to her dad. Plus, liking both the agent and his owners, she certainly didn't have any reason to cause them any trouble.

Doofenshmirtz wasn't conviced though, as he somberly glared down on the British lad presently residing on his daughter's cleavage. “Oh reaaaally ?” grumbled the labcoat-wearing man. “Well tell me then, Mister Wise Guy, what do you have to say for yourself for the position you are in ? How do I know that you are no trouble for my little baby girl ? And that speech better be a well-founded one. I've got certain experience into those.”

Ferb blinked. Then blinked a second time.

And that seemed to do just the trick, as Doof's eyes widened in wonder. “Wow, those were some A-level arguments. All that imagery, and those inspired quotes. I even feel a little bit better about myself, and that's saying something !”

Vanessa and Perry snickered at Heinz's sudden good mood. What could you do ? So worked the mystery that is Ferb Fletcher.

“You're alright, Fred, you're alright.”

“His name's Ferb, dad.”

“Sure, whatever. Well, have fun honey bunny ! Be wary of sunburns and pelicans !” said Doofenshmirtz. He angled himself over the balcony's ledge, and planted a tiny kiss on Vanessa's billboard cheek.

His daughter responded by giving him a quick, but humungous smooch on the side. “Bye dad, see you next week.” And with that, Vanessa slightly jumped back, halting her grip on the building, to land down in the streets like a professional gymnast, the impact shaking the ground and exploding the pavement.

“Eh, more work for Roger, I guess.” shrugged Doofenshmirtz as he observed the road damage.

Vanessa looked at the road in front of her, then down at Ferb. “Did you spread the news about the effects ?” Thumbs up from Ferb. “So, ready to go ?”

Ferb sorted a pair of cool sunglasses, and adonned it to his face. He then clicked his teeth and made a “Let's roll dudette” motion with his hand.

“You're weird Ferb. But the good kind weird.” affirmed Vanessa. And thus, Vanessa began her travel to the beach, appreciating the soft breeze caressing her cheeks, the new view she had on the world, and the little gentleman perched close to her heart.

Back up the purple building, the Good-vs-Evil duo watched Vanessa's huge form disappearing amongst the buildings.

“Well Perry the Platypus, we are a bit ahead of schedule here. What do you say we watch a movie or two before you run off to your little house ? I've still got a bunch of frozen waffles and popcorn I haven't tossed at you. I've even got Venus Plunder with the Director's cut. Whaddya say ?” offered Doofenshmirtz with a good-natured grin.

Perry took a moment to think, but then immediately gave a small smile with an 'Ok' gesture. He was sure his family could handle a few hours without him. In fact, he had a hunch that they might be busy at the moment, if Ferb was any indication...

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Danville Park...

Jeremy snapped out of his reverie when he heard his phone beep. He looked at his messages, and turned his head. “Hey, Candace ?” he uttered.

“Hmm ?” replied his girlfriend. The giantess was currently lying down on the grass, her hands confortably nesting her head, and her hair spread out without a care of the world. She eyed her boyfriend, who currently rested on her belly, with his head on her shirt's fabric.

“Ferb sent me a text. He says that according to 'Vanessa', the growing effects should end at around 7:30.”

“Oh cool. I really wasn't looking forward to sleep under a circus tent or inside a giant sleeping bag.” said Candace, frowning at those unappealing prospects. “And, seeing how Pumpkin Eating Contest goes every year, Mom and Dad shouldn't be back from the hospital until at least nine o'clock. So once again, the weird stuff, not caused by me, will be gone when they come back.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “Hospital ?”

“Mom is very passionate about Pumpkin.”

“Heh, I'll take your word for it.” chuckled Jeremy. He then picked the last thing she said. “Candace, can I ask you something ?”

Candace shifted a bit to gain a better look at her little cutie patooie. “You can ask me anything.” she sighed dreamily.

“Why do you want to bust your brothers so bad ?” asked Jeremy a tad bluntly. Candace froze and her eyes widened, so he pursued. “I mean, not that I don't think your unstoppable determination isn't attractive, but sometimes you look so scornful at them. What did they do to you that make you so mad ?”

Candace's mind mulled over his words. Twice she opened her mouth without letting an awnser come out. Finally, she sighed. “I just want to get even.”

“Even on what ?”

“Over Mom !” cried out Candace, before putting a hand over her mouth, and craddling the blown away teen back on his spot. “Sorry, it's a bit of a touchy subject.”

“No need to continue if you don't want to.”

“No, it'll be better if I just let it out. Ferb said so anyway. The thing is, I just want Mom to catch on what Phineas and Ferb do everyday. Because everyday I try to show her, or not even try, their huge and crazy inventions disappear. And most of the time, I even get forced into their silly projects ! I live them, I know they're real, but it always disappear ! It's just not fair !” hollered the teen, softer this time, and even with a hint of despair.

Jeremy kept silent. He got up, walked to the moping girl's face, and lightly patted her cheek in comfort. She turned her head and smiled in gratitude, as he lied on her orange chevelure while facing her. “Is that it ? Because they annoy you ?” asked the boy ernestly. Giant Candace sighed.

“No, that's not it. I mean, they really do annoy me at times, but they are normally so sweet, so ready to help. Even if I sneer and shout at them all the time.” said Candace, ending in a low voice. “Every time someone ask why I'm like that, I say that it's because they rub me the wrong way. Which is true, but not in the way everyone thinks.

“Sometimes, I'm worried that they'll get hurt. Their contraptions are always so big, with so many buttons and machines I have no clue what they do. They don't see the danger they put themselves into, but I do. I try to tell them to do something normal for once, but they always crank it up to infinity ! One day, they will get hurt, and nobody will be laughing, not even me.

“It's also for the fact that if I was to do a tenth of what they do each day, Mom would bust me on the spot, like that party I didn't even do. And speaking of that party, it made me realize one thing. Do you know how I'm known around town ? The get-to-go name I get each time, while Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, Baljeet and Buford's names are known to everybody ? Phineas and Ferb's sister. That's me. That's what I've been, what I am, and what I'll probably ever be.”

Jeremy slightly gaped at what Candace had just said, her sad face filling his vision, and his heart with just as much sadness. “You envy them ?” deduced the teen with a soft voice.

Candace gave a humourless chuckle. “How can I not ? From age 5, they've been accomplishing things I can't even fanthom to do even today. They already have plans to master Cold Fusion, I struggle at brushing my hair. They break World Records as a hobby, I can't even stand straight on roller skates. They see a world of possibilities and exploit every part of it, while mine crumble every time I receive an upsetting phone call, which half of the time is only in my head.

They are amazing Jeremy, at everything, while the adjective I best live up to is Bland.”

At this point, Candace was wiping the upcoming tears in her eyes, turning away from her boyfriend. The last thing she wanted was him to see her weep like a little girl who had lost her Ducky Momo plushie.

Jeremy felt his heart wrench at the sight of the 75-foot tall girl trembling and crying like that. Candace had always been emotionally unstable, he knew it, and contently lived with it. But this was the first time he was seeing her openly cry and revealing her weak side, she who'd always, if akwardly, laugh it off.

But resolve filled the elder Johnson child, as he began to softly poke her shoulder to get her attention. It worked, as Candace moved her face back to Jeremy. Her eyes were puffy and slightly red, her bottom lip was trembling, with hiccups rippling her throat. In a word, misery plagued her face, and the contrasting sight of his humungous girlfriend looking so weak and frail was almost enough to break Jeremy's heart.

“Candace, come on. Why do you keep giving yourself so little credit ?” soothed Jeremy while softly caressing her cheek. Candace emitted a meak whine in response. “Candace, I want you to listen, and awnser me from the bottom of your heart. Would I have become your boyfriend if you were as 'bland' as you say you are ?”

Candace sniffled, and slightly shook her head.

“No, no I wouldn't. And I didn't get to know you because you were 'Phineas and Ferb's sister'. I met you as Candace Flynn, the little redhead with the cutest laugh and most earnest heart I've seen.”

Candace blinked her big puppy eyes, a shaky smile forming on her face. “You... you mean it ?”

“Dang right I do ! Your brothers are cool, and so are their inventions. But those wouldn't have been nearly as fun without you. You are important. To me, to Stacy, to Jenny, to your parents, even to your brothers themselves. And I can say for sure that every time I talked with you, every time I saw you, every time I thought of you, not once did the word 'bland' came to mind.”

Candace was positively beaming by now, as she grabbed her little man to rain grateful smooches on him, pausing to give him air and nuzzle him ever so often. After a solid minute of affection displays, she rested him on her chest, covering his lower body with her hands in a soft and loving embrace. They both relaxed, Candace to the relief of letting those emotions off her chest, and Jeremy to the soothing sound made by her breathing and the beating of her heart.

“Thanks Jeremy, that meant a lot to me. How can I repay everything you do for me ?” asked Candace with a warm tone that she'd use... well, if she was talking to Jeremy !

“You don't owe me anything, Candace. But if there is really one thing you can do for me...”, Jeremy rubbed his chin in thought, and smiled. “Be a little nicer to your brothers. I can't say I know what you're going through, and I'm not saying you should outright supress your instincts for me. I'm just saying that you can be a tad harsh and moody with them. You look cute when you're angry, but you're beautiful when you're smiling.”

Candace blushed a bright pink at Jeremy's words, but then pondered on his genuine words. It was true that recent memories with Phineas and Ferb involved a lot of one-way accusations and shouting, while the other side only gave calm and smiling awnsers. Her boyfriend was right. Maybe she had been a wee bit harsh...

“Yeah, I guess I could cut them some slack. They usually mean well, even if they can be naïve, especially Phineas. *Sigh* I'm supposed to be the mature one, but I kinda act like a brat around them, just because I'm jealous. And who knows ? Maybe accepting a bit of crazy in my life would be nice. I'm certainly enjoying this bout of weird...” purred Candace, squeezing her boyfriend a little closer.

“As do I.” chuckled Jeremy. “I wouldn't mind repeating that experience. I mean, your bros should have no problem doing that.”

“Oooh, sounds like a plan. Now, wasn't there something about a private concert ?”

“Oh, right. Hey guys ! Ready to play yet ?!” called Jeremy with his hands to make his voice heard.

Coltrane, having come to his senses, was currently residing on Stacy just as Jeremy was resting on Candace. The two just had finished a long and tedious conversation about Stacy's bow meaning.

“Whaddya say Stace ? Care for some tunes ?” proposed Coltrane as he lovingly looked up to the Asian-American Titan.

Stacy grabbed Coltrane in her hand and sat down. She looked at him with a suggestive smile. “I think I'd like that, little man. I'd like that a lot.” retorted Stacy, profusely nuzzling him afterwards.

As for Terrence, he was sitting down on Jenny's lap, as the Giant hippie girl rested against a particularly large and sturdy tree, petting his head every so often.

“Uh, Jenny ? W-Wanna hear me at the drums ?” stuttered Terrence, blushing at the tower of flower-scented beauty before him.

Jenny smiled as she brought him closer to her face. “Actions can speak louder than words.” she recited, before planting a peck on his cheek, making the curly-haired teen go all ga-ga again.“Did you hear me ?”

“I heard you loud and square ! Triangle, even !” blurted out Terrence, making Jenny giggle.

The little blonde and big redhead duo looked at eachother with a knowing grin, amused by the reactions of their friends. “I think they're okay for it.”

“Perfect. Just perfect.” breathed Candace, giving Jeremy one last affectionate nuzzle.

The private concert that would follow would never be uttered by any of the three boys to anyone. If they were to tell that they once had to play for three enamoured and enamouring girls bigger than their own houses, they'd look like nutjobs.

But it certainly was a gig they wouldn't forget anytime soon, and one they'd gladly do again.

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Garcia-Shapiro's backyard...

Phineas heard the ping of his phone go off, which he had replaced by Perry's growling sound. He looked at his phone, and put on his usual smile.

“Hey, good news Isabella. Ferb just texted me that Vanessa's father has confirmed that the effects are indeed temporary.”

“Uh-huh.” awnsered Isabella.

“You and the other girls should be shrinking back at around 7:30.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I guess that means we really have the whole day for ourselves.” concluded Phineas with confidence.

“Uh-huh.”

Phineas looked back to the young raven-haired giant, and felt nervousness griping him again.

Isabella had sprawed herself onto her backyard's grass, with just enough space so she wouldn't fall into her swimming pool. She was laying on her stomach, facing the triangle-haired boy, and even still looming above him. She was batting air with her legs in a fashion that reminded Phineas of a cat's tail waving when it had a prey in its sight. It didn't help that the look Isabella was giving him wasn't that far off of a hungry feline too, with her half-closed azure eyes intently riveted on him, and a permanent cheeky smile plastered on her face. She was using one arm to support her head, and the other to draw circles in the grass.

Though Phineas quickly noticed something about that last point. She wasn't really drawing circles. From his point of view... it looked more like triangles and hearts. Phineas' mind reeled at this. Was there a message she was trying to convey ?

“Uhh...” droned Phineas, not quite knowing what to say, as he couldn't stop staring at the overgrown girl before him. He nevertheless tried to break the ice. “So, what do you wanna do now ? I could... build a machine that would make your pool the best jacuzzi ever. Well, withouth Ferb that is.”

“That sounds great.” said Isabella, with a voice sweeter than a Marshmallow-chocolate-caramel donut, topped with icing sugar, strawberry jam, and hazelnut spread. With sprinkles. She internally giggled as she saw Phineas beginning to scratch his neck. 'He looks so dauntingly adorable when he's nervous...' she thought dreamily.

“Heh, you think so ?” maintained Phineas with a wavering smile. Was the sun concentrating all his sweltering rays on him ? Because he was beginning to feel kinda hot in the face.

“Mm-mh. But before you get to your tools, how's about we play a little game ?” proposed Isabella with a chirpy tone, which made Phineas feel a bit easier.

“Sure, what is it ?”

Isabella shuffled a bit closer to Phineas. “It's called Vooch or Smooch.” explained Isabella. “We ask random questions about one another, and the goal is to get as many right awnsers as possible. And each time you don't get it right, you get a smooch.”

“Oh. Like the chocolate, right ?” said Phineas, his hopeless naivety resurfacing.

But that didn't bother Isabella one bit. “Oh, it'll be sweet alright.” chuckled Isabella mischeviously. “Mind if I take the lead ?”

“Go ahead, you're playing home after all.” joked Phineas.

“Alright, here's my question. How much do you think I like you ?” asked Isabella, getting even closer.

Phineas blinked. He knew the awnser, yet he had a hunch it wouldn't be correct. In the end, he still attempted to awnser. “You like me as a really good and smart friend ?”

“Eeeh !” rasped Isabella, making the sound of a 'wrong awnser' alarm, completed with a thumbs down. “You weren't far off, but it's not in that way that I like you.” Her large grin was getting even larger at Phineas' confused expression.

The boy was genuinely confused. How else could she like him ? “Uh, does that mean I get a Smooch ?” said Phineas, still expecting a sweet.

“Coming right up...”

And sweet he did get.

*MWAH*

He simply didn't expect it to come from Isabella's giant plushy lips. But unlike the time his huge present for Isabella had morphed into a swarm of butterflies, the boy didn't just shrug it off while being slightly confused.

Just like his brother, Phineas' brain had crashed.

Inside, Isabella was squealing in delight, feeling the intense joy of finally stealing a kiss from her Phineas. She had done it. She had revealed her true feelings.

Outside, Isabella couldn't stop giggling at Phineas' face. Seeing the man who had the awnser to nearly everything with that blank expression was nearly enough to send Isabella into hysterics.

Regaining control of herself, Isabella descended her face close enough for Phineas to feel her breathing. “As for the awnser, this is how much I like you.” she whispered.

“Meep.” awnsered Phineas, not unlike a certain pink and white alien.

Isabella bit the bottom of her lip not to explode in giggles again, and proceeded with her game. “Second question, how did I win my first Fireside Girl patch ?”

“Meep.” parroted Phineas, a goofy smile gaining his face as the kiss' realization settled in.

“Wrong awnser again~. Why Phineas, one would think you're doing it on purpose...” purred Isabella, before giving the tiny genius another tender smooch. One of many to follow, she was sure.

As the game would continue, Phineas would demonstrate a strange streak of wrong awnsers. But he didn't mind, and never did she. They would follow with other games that required soft and close contact. Phineas then made good on his promise, and transformed the pool into a jacuzzi, right the size for one 50 foot girl and her tiny swimmer/snuggler.

On that day, Isabella had gained a new view on the world, and Phineas had gained a new view on Isabella. And those two views had been just as pleasant.

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And Flynn-Fletcher Garden...

As Baljeet, Buford, and the rest of the Fireside Girls were trying to follow Phineas' notes to find the antidote, Baljeet's and Gretchen's phones indicated that Ferb's message had arrived.

“Oh, it seems that we no longer need to accomplish Phineas' task. Ferb and Vanessa have discovered that the girls should naturally dwindle back to normal at around half-past Seven.” announced Baljeet, to which Gretchen nodded.

“Great, because if I have to learn one more liquid name, I'm going to transform something else into liquid mush.” grumbled Buford, throwing his lab coat and protective googles away.

“Alright Fireside Girls. As our leader is currently busy and certainly not to be disturbed, I thus proclaim that we are to take the rest of the day off. Move out team !” ordered Gretchen with a grin, before departing, followed by the other girls.

Two of them, however, were trudging a bit behind, and stopped when they heard Baljeet and Buford sigh. Ginger and Adyson turned to look at the duo.

“Well, with our friends having fun with what will probably be the girls of their life, I suppose that it is down to the two of us.” sighed Baljeet, a bit of sadness in his high-pitched voice.

“Yep, the two loners. What can ya do, that's how it is when you're not those two.” sulked Buford, looking down at the grass.

Ginger and Adyson couldn't help but feel bad seeing the boys' frowning faces. They suddenly felt the urge to make them feel better. But what could they do ?

But never they worry, help was on their way !

Indeed, the ray that Doofenshmirtz had shot by accident was still whizzing through the air, finally reflecting on a satellite to end its course by blasting the couple of orange girls.

The two staggered from the impact, before looking at eachother. This situation felt very familiar. Realization settled in as soon as a tingling sensation began to resonate through their bodies, and the two couldn't help but grin excitedly. They immediately went to remove sashes and hats, as their shirts began to creep upwards.

Oblivious to the two girls' presence, Baljeet and Buford tried to get out of their brooding. “Perhaps we could get some kind of peace through the sweet lactose and sucrose of an ice-cream.” conveyed Baljeet with a shrug.

“Dude, you're making it weird.” said Buford, hands in his pockets.

“There is nothing strange about two boys going for a good time through ice-cream.”

“Okay, you explaining it is only making this weirder !”

The duo went into a small fit of bickering, so absorbed that they didn't even notice the fabric tearing sounds and satisfied groans echoing behind them.

“Well, maybe if someone hadn't been kicked out of a certain squash-related event, we'd have a place to go !” complained Baljeet.

“Let'em keep their crudy pumpkins. They have no idea how to do this glorious festival honour.” retorted Buford with his eyes radiating with respect.

“Honour ? How do you feel honour in an Eating Contest ?” huffed Baljeet.

This did not please Buford, who gritted his teeth in annoyance, and began to crack his knuckles. “When I make ya eat those words, you're gonna feel something alright.”

But before the pale-skinned bully could make any good on his threat, the duo was shrouded into a pair of looming shadows. The two were confused at first, but they then got an idea of what was happening.

“Hey nerd, what's your french word again for something that feels very familiar ?”

“Déja-vu ?”

Giving eachother a look, they turned around, and predictably looked up.

Just like their friend Isabella, Ginger and Adyson had grown up to Fifty feet (more or less), and were only still wearing the torn tatters of their orange shirts and brown skirts. The newly born Girliaths looked down at the two young males, with Ginger sporting an enamoured expression, and Adyson smiling smugly, one hand on her hips.

“Yep, I'm definitely having one of those thingies.”

“So do I.”

The girls didn't lose time, and grabbed the boys, gently by Ginger, and swiftly by Adyson.

The huge little Asian-American girl was the most enthralled by the situation, the genius she had a thing for now adorably nestled inside her careful grip. She now was truly seeing why Isabella had been so giddy about becoming a giant. Mini-Baljeet simply seemed like the pinacle of adorable to her !

Meanwhile, Baljeet looked in slight fear at the overwhelmingly grand face in front of him, yet he did not feel as panicked as he thought he would be. Something soothing seemed to come from the look she was giving, as if the one thing she was caring about right now was his well-being.

“Hey Baljeet, I wanted to ask you. Do you wanna come get an ice-cream with me ? Then we can sit on a hill, and you can tell me more about that Aryabhata guy.” offered Ginger with a genuine smile.

Baljeet felt his natural nervouseness kick in, but it only lasted a couple of seconds, as the awnser to this equation became as clear as rose quartz crystal. “Well, I reckon that my schedule is no longer filled, so I would be honoured to join you for a frozen treat, if you really want to go with me, that is.” delivered Baljeet, with an unusual bout of confidence.

Ginger's eyes twinkled in joy, as she pressed the tiny Indian boy against her cheek, and began to nuzzle him. The display of affection let Baljeet with rosy cheeks, a dizzy smile, and bubbly eyes.

Buford rolled his eyes, not really able to stomach the mushy stuff happening near him. “She's got him wrapped all around her little finger. That's a low blow for what little manliness he still had.”

Adyson smirked at Buford's slightly macho comment, and approached him closer to her face. “Oh really ? You've got a problem with us girls being large and in charge ?” she replied, straightening herself to show the intimidating size difference between them. She, of course, had no intention to harm the small bully, but took fun into seeing him on the other end of the intimidating process he was so fond of.

Buford's eyes shifted at the question of his gargantuan sort-of kidnapper. He didn't really feel that worried, he had after all punched a giant squid right in the beak without any trace of fear, so why should he fear one overgrown girl ? Well, for one, there was the fact that she was a girl. Bully he might be, hitting a girl just didn't feel right. There was being a bully, and there was just not having any savoir-vivre.

But if it was only for that fact, he would already have refuted her. And yet, he found himself struggling to simply pan her, something he excelled at. Buford took another look at Adyson's looming form, especially her smug face. Her strong jaw, her button nose, her jade-coloured eyes, and her dark brown tuft.

He had to admit – not out loud of course – that she looked rather cute from that angle.

Buford cleared his throat, and took on a more placated tone. “Well, I admit that strength passing through the two genders do make us more civilized than our forefathers and ancestors.” explained Buford in the way his nerd would.

Adyson's smirk remained. “And that means what ?”

“It means that girls can occasi- are just as good as being in charge than boys.” begrudingly admitted Buford.

This seemed to content the brown-haired giant. “Good awnser, mister Big Bad Boy.” hummed Adyson, who brushed a large finger through Buford's own short brown hair, making the burly boy blush a bit. She then carefully plucked him with her other hand, and made him seat on her broad shoulder. She gave a friendlier smile as she asked, “So, wanna go for some Cotton Candy ?”

“Now you're speakin' my language !” brightened up Buford.

Adyson turned to Ginger, who had also secured Baljeet on her shoulder. Nodding at eachother, the Fireside Girls stepped over the wooden fence, and rumbled down the streets in direction of the city, happy smiles plastered on their faces.

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A platypus in a fedora and a man in his forties laughing while watching silly movies together. A redhead mother coming on top of gobbling the most of pumpkins like a Barbarian Warrior on a sugar rush, before experiencing the sugar crash and fainting. Sightings of improbably huge females of different ages roaming around the city and its outskirts. And a giant Floating Baby Head to admire all the ruckus.

All in all, another summer Sunday for the citizens of the little city of Danville.

THE END

Description

Danville of the Giants

Fair warning : This piece of writing has its share of GTS. You can still read this if you aren't into them, but don't be surprised if there is a bit of emphasis on the subject. Enjoy...

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Jingle : Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated~

Suave voice : For the Fourth time~

Doofenshmirtz glared at the semi-aquatic mammal before him. He could feel the sweat rolling on his oddly shaped face, indicating the long two hours of battle he had just experienced. He felt tired, and when Doofenshmirtz was tired, he was cranky. The only good thing he could get out of this situation was that his nemesis looked just as tired as he was, his usual growling coming out as panting.

“Alright, Perry the *wheeze*, Patypus. To be honest, I'm getting quite fed up of this battle, or of seeing you still on your weird little palmed-feet, who look ridiculous by the way.” hissed the scientist in exhaustion and annoyance.

“Grdrlrlrlrlrl.” growled Perry, looking just as fed up.

Doofenshmirtz's eyes squinted. “Going for the slouch, huh ? You can talk, why with your useless beaver tail trudging behind you. I bet you got mocked for that at your little agency, aren't ya ?”

Perry's face scrunched up even more, feeling his patience reaching its limits. He growled once again, and what he said made Doofenshmirtz recoil in shock.

“*Gasp !* You take that back ! Insulting me is one thing, but you leave my Ocelot parents out of this !”

Perry's face gained a sneer, as if to say 'Make me !'. The 'evil' man was seeing red now.

“Oh yeah ?! Well... Well I bet your family is stupid ! I don't know who owns you, but they must be dumb ! And ugly too !” blurted out Doofenshmirtz like an angry child.

It was Agent P's time to gasp. That did it, the line had been crossed. The teal platypus wouldn't stand another second listening to that man insulting his owners, all five of them. Perry growled in rage, and grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a huge battle axe !

This didn't faze Doofenshmirtz one bit. “Oh, you wanna go sharp, you wanna go big ?! Fine by me !” shouted Heinz, grabbing a nearby halberd. “Let's get to the point already !”

Perry growled.

“That pun was amazing, and you know it ! LEROY, YOU JERK !!!” hollered Doofenshmirtz, delivering his battle cry. With determined looks set on their faces, the two charged at eachother, ready to put an end to their rivalry once and for all. They closed in together, ready to deliver the first blow. But it was at this exact moment that Doofenshmirtz realized what they were doing. “Wait, Perry the Platypus, WAIT !”

Startled by the shout, Perry stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow, still holding a grudgeful look on her face.

“Perry the Platypus, what happened to us ? I mean, look at this, we are fighting eachother with actually sharp and lethal weapons ! We could lose one of our arms with these, or worse ! We aren't dueling like ennemies, we are fighting like savages !” said the scientist, worriedly looking at the sharp weapon in his arms.

Agent P paused a moment, and looked at his reflection in the axe he had in his paws. The sweaty and angry face looking back at him made the agent realize what he almost did, dropping the weapon and putting on a shameful face. Doofenshmirtz followed suite as he let go of his halberd.

“I guess it's been an off-day for you, huh ? I mean, I don't think I've managed to keep up with you for that much time since the day I turned myself into a platypus.” admitted Doofenshmirtz. Perry gave him a melancholic look and rubbed his arm. Doof gave a slight chuckle. “Ah, don't beat yourself up too much. I'm not giving my A-game either. I mean, I just rehashed one of my old inators with the exact same backstory. How lazy is that ? Unacceptably lazy, that's what.”

The two frenemies smiled at eachother. Despite trapping and battling eachother every day, there was a sort of bond that had managed to be created between the two, a sort of “We may not be pals, but you are still okay in my book.” type of relationship. And as the tension in the room was dispersing itself, they were allowed to breathe.

“Yeah, I think we should just let it go today, you know ? If anything, we should be more worried about what I hit with my Inator. It won't be bats or shellfishes, but it could be just as bad. What if it hit a tiger ? Or a pelican ? Or even a dentist ?! Do you imagine the size of those needles ?! My mouth hurts just thinking about it !”

Perry rolled his eyes, but knew the man was right. A giant bat had been dangerous enough last time, and it was small to begin with. He shuddered at the idea of something bigger being hit, and the share damage that could result of it. Though the scientist would be blamed, Perry would also take some of it for letting it happen.

Suddenly, the building began to vibrate, the sounds getting nearer and nearer, as if something heavy was climbing it.

“Aaaah ! He's coming ! My routine check-up is not due for another six months !” screamed the not-pharmacist in terror. “Hide me, Perry the Platypus !”

Perry said nothing (Again, big shock there), staying firm in front of the approaching menace. If he had been able to beat a giant robot the size of a building, he could certainly beat something climbing it. But the constant fighting had worn him off, so he prayed that whatever was coming up this way was friendly, or at least benign enough to be stopped easily.

Now, if only Doctor Doofenshmirtz could stop constricting him with his arms !

The shaking was getting more intense by the second, the beast was approaching fast. Doof shut his eyes in fright, while Perry tried to wiggle his way out of the man's clutch. But that all stopped when a colossal peach-skinned hand gripped onto the balcony's borders, and a familiar voice echoed.

“Daaad, are you in there ?” called the voice. This immediately made Doofenshmirtz stop his cowering, and let Perry go, to the great relief of the agent, who had started turning bluer than usual.

The father hurried to his terrace, and immediately found the source of the voice. Indeed, he discovered his precious daughter's gargantuan face.

“Vanessa ?! Oh no, look at you, I've transformed my little girl into a giant monster !” exclaimed Doofenshmirtz in guilt. His expression then turned sheepish. “Uh, any chance you don't tell your mother about this ? Her last Birthday present was already a big bust.”

“Well, there is this new pair of french boots I've been meaning to get...” smirked Vanessa.

“Blackmailing your own father, huh ? Well, it is evil, so I guess I should be a little proud.” mumbled Dr. D. “But are you alright, honey bunny ? Did you destroy anything on your way here ? Like say, Roger's new limousine, hmm ?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes at her father's eternal grudge against her uncle. “No dad, I did not. I'm not getting involved between you and Uncle Roger ever again.”

“Dang it.”

“I'm alright though. I lost an outfit in the growth process, but I managed to get some replacement.”

Doofenshmirtz looked sideways from his balcony, watching his monolithic daughter's body clad in drapes, and measuring almost half of the building she was holding onto. The father was not really happy about this.

“Vanessa, you are half-naked ! I refuse for anyone to oogle you like some kind of creepo, hide yourself better than that !”

The brunette frowned as she brought her face closer to her father, who stepped back. “That's going to be hard, seeing as SOMEONE made me big enough to be seen by everybody. And I don't think they exactly make duds for my size.” chided the teenager, furrowing her brow.

“Touché ma petite fille, touché.” replied Doofenshmirtz, using french to try and placate her moody daughter, which seemed to work.

Meanwhile, Perry had joined the scientist outside, and blinked at the view of Doof's humongous daughter. She noticed him and said “Oh, hi Perry.” The Platypus tipped his hat in response. “So dad, I actually came over to know something. Those effects are temporary, right ?”

“Um, kinda. If I remember correctly, the effects vanish five hours after the machine is destroyed. I'm still not quite sure how that's possible, but it helped leaving a mark on the neighbourhood, you know ?”

Vanessa lowered her eyelids and grinned. “So I trust you know what you've got to do now, right ?”

The man sighed. “Yes, yes I do. I was gonna cancel that project anyway, too unimaginative. Anyone can make things grow to be noticed, but they'll always shrink away from their own problems.”

“You've been going through my poems again, haven't you ?” said Vanessa, her smirk growing a little more.

“Well, can't a father know what her little dumpling is writing ? You're a poetress in the making, I can tell you that.” praised Doofenshmirtz.

“Dad, come on.” moaned Vanessa, blushing in embarrassement, yet smiling in pride. “Could you destroy the machine now, please ?”

“Oh, alright. Just a little moment, sweetie pie.” sang Doofenshmirtz, prompting Vanessa to get a little redder in the face, seeing how a certain other guy was learning all those little affectionate names.

Heinz positionned himself behind his machine, and looked at the control panel. “Now, all I have to do is to press this little red button, and...” He pressed it.

But instead of the explosion all were expecting, the engine instead shot another enlarging ray out in the city, missing Doof's daughter by a hair. Shocked at first, Perry and Vanessa went to glare at the scientist.

“Dad, what the heck ?!” said Vanessa, thankful that she hadn't been hit. The Amazing Colossal Vanessa could have been turned into the Apocalyptic Mountainious Vanessa.

Doofenshmirtz seemed dumbfounded by the event. “No wait, I swear I hit the red button ! It's supposed to be my Self-Destruct button, it always is ! I couldn't have done the wiring wrong, I'm sure I-” He then fell silent, noticing something. His worrying face contorted into an annoyed frown. “NORM ! Where are you, Norm ?!”

“I'M RIGHT HERE. I'VE BEEN HERE SINCE THE START.” said the ever-enthiusastic robot, coming out of his new dark corner hangspot. He waved at the enormous girl outside. “HI SIS. MAY I SAY YOU LOOK GRAND TODAY !”

Vanessa chuckled. “Thanks Norm. Always a compliment up your sleeve, huh ?”

“THERE'S ACTUALLY NOTHING BUT COLD, SOULESS, RAINBOW-COLOURED WIRING IN MY SLEEVES. BUT THANK YOU SIS.”

“Yeah yeah, you're a machine, that's great. What I want to know, Norm, is if you gave me a red button for the Firing function, and a green button for the Self-Destruct function ?” asked Doofenshmirtz sternly.

“WHY YES, YES I DID.” awnsered the robot with programmed glee.

“Why ?!”

“BECAUSE THIS MORNING, YOU SAID THAT YOU DESIRED A BIT OF NOVELTY INTO YOUR LIFE. SOMETHING THAT WOULDN'T CHANGE IT DRASTICALLY, BUT WOULD MAKE IT A TAD DIFFERENT SO YOU WOULDN'T SEE THE CONSTANT REPEAT OF YOUR FAILURES AS MUCH AS YOU DO EACH AND EVERY DAY.”

Perry and Vanessa shared a questionning glance, then looked back.

“Okay, first, too much information. Second, seriously, WAY too much information !” counted Doofenshmirtz, rubbing his temples. “And third, when I said I wanted novelty, I was thinking of Beef Noodles instead of Pork Noodles when I command Chinese Food. Or new slippers, or a new lamp. I didn't mean changing the colours of two buttons that can drastically change the effects of something as unpredictable as my Inators !”

“THEN HERE'S PLAN B !” chirped Norm, sorting a pair of fuzzy white bunny slippers, and giving them to his creator, who look ravished by the gift.

“Aw, those are so cute ! They remind me of Bobo the Rabbit, the one I finally got outside of my magic hat after all these years. You know, now that I think about it, they look a lot like him. Kinda like... like...”

Everyone's eyes (except Norm) progressively widened at the implication given then. That is until Doofenshmirtz found the slippers' tag, which read Synth-House, Pure Synthetic Comfort, making everyone sigh heavily in relief.

“Oh thank goodness, that could have gone down like the time I got that furry blue sweater. Almost anihilated someone for real that day until you showed up, Perry the Platypus. That was... that was pretty embarrassing.” said the scientist sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Well anyway, explosion time ! For real !”

Doofenshmirtz pressed the other button, and the ray trembled, before blowing up into pieces. He patted the soot away, unfazed by the explosion after having survived so many. “And that's that. It's 2:30, therefore the effects should go away around 7:30. Just in time for dinner and for your mother to never learn about it. Any plans for today ?”

“Actually, yes. I'm going for a tan on the beach, with a friend.” shrugged Vanessa.

“Oooh, is it your little friend I always see you with ? The pale one, with the two purple fluffy lollipops on the head ? A style I can admire, really.” 'complimented' Doof.

Vanessa quietly groaned at how her best friend Lacie had been described. “No, Lacie's out of town. I'm going with another friend. And... it's not a girl.”

Doofenshmirtz's grin vanished, letting place to narrowing eyes and a very suspecting frown. The good-bad doctor had just entered Papa Bear mode. “Is that so ? Have I met this boy before ? What's his background ? Has he done prison ?!”

“Dad, calm down ! He's just a really good friend, nothing more. And he's eleven !” shouted the Goth Girliath, blowing her father inside and crash against a random stack of crates. “Sorry.”

Doofenshmirtz came back outside the moment Perry and Vanessa's blurry clones had disappeared. “Alright, I can believe that. But is that friend of yours here right now ?”

The area fell silent. Vanessa's eyes shifted, as did her position on the building. Seeing the rather cool-headed teen all awkward was a sight to behold, in more ways than one. “Um, you could say that.” squeaked Vanessa.

“Well, where is he then ?” said Doofenshmirtz with a raised eyebrow. “Is he hidden in your hair ? Behind your ear ? That would be a nice trick.”

“Well... I think it's best if you see it by yourself.” she replied, causing shrudders among the building as she moved a bit upwards and backwards. “Just look down. And please don't freak out.”

The doctor obeyed, and trudged closer to his daunting daughter. Looking down, he immediately caught a green tuft and a pair of blue eyes looking up at him. But it was the place where the boy was confortably cushioned that triggered the parent.

“Vanessa, why is there a boy lying on your chest like that ?!” hollered Doofenshmirtz.

“Dad, you said you wouldn't freak out.”

“It seems you've failed to notice my lack of use of the sentence you are providing. And even I had said that, I still would have said something over the boy who is currently on your chest !” rebutted Heinz, widly gesticulating his arms to show how not okay he was with this.

“His name is Ferb. He was the one that tagged with me in the chase for the Pizzazium Infinionite and saved my life from that crazy lawnmower. He was also there to get me from Tokyo to Paris, where you then caught up with me. He's a real good kid, and even a great talker when he does speak.” explained Vanessa with a grin, warmly looking at the teeny neutral-faced genius, who seemed to have grown just a bit redder in the face.

Perry blanched a little when he heard the boy's name, and took care to retreat a bit more into the shadows. He was however reassured by Vanessa herself, who winked at him. She had caught up on the fact that Phineas and Ferb were Perry's owners for a while now. And the respect she held for the Platypus agent since he helped her during her 16th Birthday Party had led her to not reveal that fact to her dad. Plus, liking both the agent and his owners, she certainly didn't have any reason to cause them any trouble.

Doofenshmirtz wasn't conviced though, as he somberly glared down on the British lad presently residing on his daughter's cleavage. “Oh reaaaally ?” grumbled the labcoat-wearing man. “Well tell me then, Mister Wise Guy, what do you have to say for yourself for the position you are in ? How do I know that you are no trouble for my little baby girl ? And that speech better be a well-founded one. I've got certain experience into those.”

Ferb blinked. Then blinked a second time.

And that seemed to do just the trick, as Doof's eyes widened in wonder. “Wow, those were some A-level arguments. All that imagery, and those inspired quotes. I even feel a little bit better about myself, and that's saying something !”

Vanessa and Perry snickered at Heinz's sudden good mood. What could you do ? So worked the mystery that is Ferb Fletcher.

“You're alright, Fred, you're alright.”

“His name's Ferb, dad.”

“Sure, whatever. Well, have fun honey bunny ! Be wary of sunburns and pelicans !” said Doofenshmirtz. He angled himself over the balcony's ledge, and planted a tiny kiss on Vanessa's billboard cheek.

His daughter responded by giving him a quick, but humungous smooch on the side. “Bye dad, see you next week.” And with that, Vanessa slightly jumped back, halting her grip on the building, to land down in the streets like a professional gymnast, the impact shaking the ground and exploding the pavement.

“Eh, more work for Roger, I guess.” shrugged Doofenshmirtz as he observed the road damage.

Vanessa looked at the road in front of her, then down at Ferb. “Did you spread the news about the effects ?” Thumbs up from Ferb. “So, ready to go ?”

Ferb sorted a pair of cool sunglasses, and adonned it to his face. He then clicked his teeth and made a “Let's roll dudette” motion with his hand.

“You're weird Ferb. But the good kind weird.” affirmed Vanessa. And thus, Vanessa began her travel to the beach, appreciating the soft breeze caressing her cheeks, the new view she had on the world, and the little gentleman perched close to her heart.

Back up the purple building, the Good-vs-Evil duo watched Vanessa's huge form disappearing amongst the buildings.

“Well Perry the Platypus, we are a bit ahead of schedule here. What do you say we watch a movie or two before you run off to your little house ? I've still got a bunch of frozen waffles and popcorn I haven't tossed at you. I've even got Venus Plunder with the Director's cut. Whaddya say ?” offered Doofenshmirtz with a good-natured grin.

Perry took a moment to think, but then immediately gave a small smile with an 'Ok' gesture. He was sure his family could handle a few hours without him. In fact, he had a hunch that they might be busy at the moment, if Ferb was any indication...

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Danville Park...

Jeremy snapped out of his reverie when he heard his phone beep. He looked at his messages, and turned his head. “Hey, Candace ?” he uttered.

“Hmm ?” replied his girlfriend. The giantess was currently lying down on the grass, her hands confortably nesting her head, and her hair spread out without a care of the world. She eyed her boyfriend, who currently rested on her belly, with his head on her shirt's fabric.

“Ferb sent me a text. He says that according to 'Vanessa', the growing effects should end at around 7:30.”

“Oh cool. I really wasn't looking forward to sleep under a circus tent or inside a giant sleeping bag.” said Candace, frowning at those unappealing prospects. “And, seeing how Pumpkin Eating Contest goes every year, Mom and Dad shouldn't be back from the hospital until at least nine o'clock. So once again, the weird stuff, not caused by me, will be gone when they come back.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “Hospital ?”

“Mom is very passionate about Pumpkin.”

“Heh, I'll take your word for it.” chuckled Jeremy. He then picked the last thing she said. “Candace, can I ask you something ?”

Candace shifted a bit to gain a better look at her little cutie patooie. “You can ask me anything.” she sighed dreamily.

“Why do you want to bust your brothers so bad ?” asked Jeremy a tad bluntly. Candace froze and her eyes widened, so he pursued. “I mean, not that I don't think your unstoppable determination isn't attractive, but sometimes you look so scornful at them. What did they do to you that make you so mad ?”

Candace's mind mulled over his words. Twice she opened her mouth without letting an awnser come out. Finally, she sighed. “I just want to get even.”

“Even on what ?”

“Over Mom !” cried out Candace, before putting a hand over her mouth, and craddling the blown away teen back on his spot. “Sorry, it's a bit of a touchy subject.”

“No need to continue if you don't want to.”

“No, it'll be better if I just let it out. Ferb said so anyway. The thing is, I just want Mom to catch on what Phineas and Ferb do everyday. Because everyday I try to show her, or not even try, their huge and crazy inventions disappear. And most of the time, I even get forced into their silly projects ! I live them, I know they're real, but it always disappear ! It's just not fair !” hollered the teen, softer this time, and even with a hint of despair.

Jeremy kept silent. He got up, walked to the moping girl's face, and lightly patted her cheek in comfort. She turned her head and smiled in gratitude, as he lied on her orange chevelure while facing her. “Is that it ? Because they annoy you ?” asked the boy ernestly. Giant Candace sighed.

“No, that's not it. I mean, they really do annoy me at times, but they are normally so sweet, so ready to help. Even if I sneer and shout at them all the time.” said Candace, ending in a low voice. “Every time someone ask why I'm like that, I say that it's because they rub me the wrong way. Which is true, but not in the way everyone thinks.

“Sometimes, I'm worried that they'll get hurt. Their contraptions are always so big, with so many buttons and machines I have no clue what they do. They don't see the danger they put themselves into, but I do. I try to tell them to do something normal for once, but they always crank it up to infinity ! One day, they will get hurt, and nobody will be laughing, not even me.

“It's also for the fact that if I was to do a tenth of what they do each day, Mom would bust me on the spot, like that party I didn't even do. And speaking of that party, it made me realize one thing. Do you know how I'm known around town ? The get-to-go name I get each time, while Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, Baljeet and Buford's names are known to everybody ? Phineas and Ferb's sister. That's me. That's what I've been, what I am, and what I'll probably ever be.”

Jeremy slightly gaped at what Candace had just said, her sad face filling his vision, and his heart with just as much sadness. “You envy them ?” deduced the teen with a soft voice.

Candace gave a humourless chuckle. “How can I not ? From age 5, they've been accomplishing things I can't even fanthom to do even today. They already have plans to master Cold Fusion, I struggle at brushing my hair. They break World Records as a hobby, I can't even stand straight on roller skates. They see a world of possibilities and exploit every part of it, while mine crumble every time I receive an upsetting phone call, which half of the time is only in my head.

They are amazing Jeremy, at everything, while the adjective I best live up to is Bland.”

At this point, Candace was wiping the upcoming tears in her eyes, turning away from her boyfriend. The last thing she wanted was him to see her weep like a little girl who had lost her Ducky Momo plushie.

Jeremy felt his heart wrench at the sight of the 75-foot tall girl trembling and crying like that. Candace had always been emotionally unstable, he knew it, and contently lived with it. But this was the first time he was seeing her openly cry and revealing her weak side, she who'd always, if akwardly, laugh it off.

But resolve filled the elder Johnson child, as he began to softly poke her shoulder to get her attention. It worked, as Candace moved her face back to Jeremy. Her eyes were puffy and slightly red, her bottom lip was trembling, with hiccups rippling her throat. In a word, misery plagued her face, and the contrasting sight of his humungous girlfriend looking so weak and frail was almost enough to break Jeremy's heart.

“Candace, come on. Why do you keep giving yourself so little credit ?” soothed Jeremy while softly caressing her cheek. Candace emitted a meak whine in response. “Candace, I want you to listen, and awnser me from the bottom of your heart. Would I have become your boyfriend if you were as 'bland' as you say you are ?”

Candace sniffled, and slightly shook her head.

“No, no I wouldn't. And I didn't get to know you because you were 'Phineas and Ferb's sister'. I met you as Candace Flynn, the little redhead with the cutest laugh and most earnest heart I've seen.”

Candace blinked her big puppy eyes, a shaky smile forming on her face. “You... you mean it ?”

“Dang right I do ! Your brothers are cool, and so are their inventions. But those wouldn't have been nearly as fun without you. You are important. To me, to Stacy, to Jenny, to your parents, even to your brothers themselves. And I can say for sure that every time I talked with you, every time I saw you, every time I thought of you, not once did the word 'bland' came to mind.”

Candace was positively beaming by now, as she grabbed her little man to rain grateful smooches on him, pausing to give him air and nuzzle him ever so often. After a solid minute of affection displays, she rested him on her chest, covering his lower body with her hands in a soft and loving embrace. They both relaxed, Candace to the relief of letting those emotions off her chest, and Jeremy to the soothing sound made by her breathing and the beating of her heart.

“Thanks Jeremy, that meant a lot to me. How can I repay everything you do for me ?” asked Candace with a warm tone that she'd use... well, if she was talking to Jeremy !

“You don't owe me anything, Candace. But if there is really one thing you can do for me...”, Jeremy rubbed his chin in thought, and smiled. “Be a little nicer to your brothers. I can't say I know what you're going through, and I'm not saying you should outright supress your instincts for me. I'm just saying that you can be a tad harsh and moody with them. You look cute when you're angry, but you're beautiful when you're smiling.”

Candace blushed a bright pink at Jeremy's words, but then pondered on his genuine words. It was true that recent memories with Phineas and Ferb involved a lot of one-way accusations and shouting, while the other side only gave calm and smiling awnsers. Her boyfriend was right. Maybe she had been a wee bit harsh...

“Yeah, I guess I could cut them some slack. They usually mean well, even if they can be naïve, especially Phineas. *Sigh* I'm supposed to be the mature one, but I kinda act like a brat around them, just because I'm jealous. And who knows ? Maybe accepting a bit of crazy in my life would be nice. I'm certainly enjoying this bout of weird...” purred Candace, squeezing her boyfriend a little closer.

“As do I.” chuckled Jeremy. “I wouldn't mind repeating that experience. I mean, your bros should have no problem doing that.”

“Oooh, sounds like a plan. Now, wasn't there something about a private concert ?”

“Oh, right. Hey guys ! Ready to play yet ?!” called Jeremy with his hands to make his voice heard.

Coltrane, having come to his senses, was currently residing on Stacy just as Jeremy was resting on Candace. The two just had finished a long and tedious conversation about Stacy's bow meaning.

“Whaddya say Stace ? Care for some tunes ?” proposed Coltrane as he lovingly looked up to the Asian-American Titan.

Stacy grabbed Coltrane in her hand and sat down. She looked at him with a suggestive smile. “I think I'd like that, little man. I'd like that a lot.” retorted Stacy, profusely nuzzling him afterwards.

As for Terrence, he was sitting down on Jenny's lap, as the Giant hippie girl rested against a particularly large and sturdy tree, petting his head every so often.

“Uh, Jenny ? W-Wanna hear me at the drums ?” stuttered Terrence, blushing at the tower of flower-scented beauty before him.

Jenny smiled as she brought him closer to her face. “Actions can speak louder than words.” she recited, before planting a peck on his cheek, making the curly-haired teen go all ga-ga again.“Did you hear me ?”

“I heard you loud and square ! Triangle, even !” blurted out Terrence, making Jenny giggle.

The little blonde and big redhead duo looked at eachother with a knowing grin, amused by the reactions of their friends. “I think they're okay for it.”

“Perfect. Just perfect.” breathed Candace, giving Jeremy one last affectionate nuzzle.

The private concert that would follow would never be uttered by any of the three boys to anyone. If they were to tell that they once had to play for three enamoured and enamouring girls bigger than their own houses, they'd look like nutjobs.

But it certainly was a gig they wouldn't forget anytime soon, and one they'd gladly do again.

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Garcia-Shapiro's backyard...

Phineas heard the ping of his phone go off, which he had replaced by Perry's growling sound. He looked at his phone, and put on his usual smile.

“Hey, good news Isabella. Ferb just texted me that Vanessa's father has confirmed that the effects are indeed temporary.”

“Uh-huh.” awnsered Isabella.

“You and the other girls should be shrinking back at around 7:30.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I guess that means we really have the whole day for ourselves.” concluded Phineas with confidence.

“Uh-huh.”

Phineas looked back to the young raven-haired giant, and felt nervousness griping him again.

Isabella had sprawed herself onto her backyard's grass, with just enough space so she wouldn't fall into her swimming pool. She was laying on her stomach, facing the triangle-haired boy, and even still looming above him. She was batting air with her legs in a fashion that reminded Phineas of a cat's tail waving when it had a prey in its sight. It didn't help that the look Isabella was giving him wasn't that far off of a hungry feline too, with her half-closed azure eyes intently riveted on him, and a permanent cheeky smile plastered on her face. She was using one arm to support her head, and the other to draw circles in the grass.

Though Phineas quickly noticed something about that last point. She wasn't really drawing circles. From his point of view... it looked more like triangles and hearts. Phineas' mind reeled at this. Was there a message she was trying to convey ?

“Uhh...” droned Phineas, not quite knowing what to say, as he couldn't stop staring at the overgrown girl before him. He nevertheless tried to break the ice. “So, what do you wanna do now ? I could... build a machine that would make your pool the best jacuzzi ever. Well, withouth Ferb that is.”

“That sounds great.” said Isabella, with a voice sweeter than a Marshmallow-chocolate-caramel donut, topped with icing sugar, strawberry jam, and hazelnut spread. With sprinkles. She internally giggled as she saw Phineas beginning to scratch his neck. 'He looks so dauntingly adorable when he's nervous...' she thought dreamily.

“Heh, you think so ?” maintained Phineas with a wavering smile. Was the sun concentrating all his sweltering rays on him ? Because he was beginning to feel kinda hot in the face.

“Mm-mh. But before you get to your tools, how's about we play a little game ?” proposed Isabella with a chirpy tone, which made Phineas feel a bit easier.

“Sure, what is it ?”

Isabella shuffled a bit closer to Phineas. “It's called Vooch or Smooch.” explained Isabella. “We ask random questions about one another, and the goal is to get as many right awnsers as possible. And each time you don't get it right, you get a smooch.”

“Oh. Like the chocolate, right ?” said Phineas, his hopeless naivety resurfacing.

But that didn't bother Isabella one bit. “Oh, it'll be sweet alright.” chuckled Isabella mischeviously. “Mind if I take the lead ?”

“Go ahead, you're playing home after all.” joked Phineas.

“Alright, here's my question. How much do you think I like you ?” asked Isabella, getting even closer.

Phineas blinked. He knew the awnser, yet he had a hunch it wouldn't be correct. In the end, he still attempted to awnser. “You like me as a really good and smart friend ?”

“Eeeh !” rasped Isabella, making the sound of a 'wrong awnser' alarm, completed with a thumbs down. “You weren't far off, but it's not in that way that I like you.” Her large grin was getting even larger at Phineas' confused expression.

The boy was genuinely confused. How else could she like him ? “Uh, does that mean I get a Smooch ?” said Phineas, still expecting a sweet.

“Coming right up...”

And sweet he did get.

*MWAH*

He simply didn't expect it to come from Isabella's giant plushy lips. But unlike the time his huge present for Isabella had morphed into a swarm of butterflies, the boy didn't just shrug it off while being slightly confused.

Just like his brother, Phineas' brain had crashed.

Inside, Isabella was squealing in delight, feeling the intense joy of finally stealing a kiss from her Phineas. She had done it. She had revealed her true feelings.

Outside, Isabella couldn't stop giggling at Phineas' face. Seeing the man who had the awnser to nearly everything with that blank expression was nearly enough to send Isabella into hysterics.

Regaining control of herself, Isabella descended her face close enough for Phineas to feel her breathing. “As for the awnser, this is how much I like you.” she whispered.

“Meep.” awnsered Phineas, not unlike a certain pink and white alien.

Isabella bit the bottom of her lip not to explode in giggles again, and proceeded with her game. “Second question, how did I win my first Fireside Girl patch ?”

“Meep.” parroted Phineas, a goofy smile gaining his face as the kiss' realization settled in.

“Wrong awnser again~. Why Phineas, one would think you're doing it on purpose...” purred Isabella, before giving the tiny genius another tender smooch. One of many to follow, she was sure.

As the game would continue, Phineas would demonstrate a strange streak of wrong awnsers. But he didn't mind, and never did she. They would follow with other games that required soft and close contact. Phineas then made good on his promise, and transformed the pool into a jacuzzi, right the size for one 50 foot girl and her tiny swimmer/snuggler.

On that day, Isabella had gained a new view on the world, and Phineas had gained a new view on Isabella. And those two views had been just as pleasant.

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And Flynn-Fletcher Garden...

As Baljeet, Buford, and the rest of the Fireside Girls were trying to follow Phineas' notes to find the antidote, Baljeet's and Gretchen's phones indicated that Ferb's message had arrived.

“Oh, it seems that we no longer need to accomplish Phineas' task. Ferb and Vanessa have discovered that the girls should naturally dwindle back to normal at around half-past Seven.” announced Baljeet, to which Gretchen nodded.

“Great, because if I have to learn one more liquid name, I'm going to transform something else into liquid mush.” grumbled Buford, throwing his lab coat and protective googles away.

“Alright Fireside Girls. As our leader is currently busy and certainly not to be disturbed, I thus proclaim that we are to take the rest of the day off. Move out team !” ordered Gretchen with a grin, before departing, followed by the other girls.

Two of them, however, were trudging a bit behind, and stopped when they heard Baljeet and Buford sigh. Ginger and Adyson turned to look at the duo.

“Well, with our friends having fun with what will probably be the girls of their life, I suppose that it is down to the two of us.” sighed Baljeet, a bit of sadness in his high-pitched voice.

“Yep, the two loners. What can ya do, that's how it is when you're not those two.” sulked Buford, looking down at the grass.

Ginger and Adyson couldn't help but feel bad seeing the boys' frowning faces. They suddenly felt the urge to make them feel better. But what could they do ?

But never they worry, help was on their way !

Indeed, the ray that Doofenshmirtz had shot by accident was still whizzing through the air, finally reflecting on a satellite to end its course by blasting the couple of orange girls.

The two staggered from the impact, before looking at eachother. This situation felt very familiar. Realization settled in as soon as a tingling sensation began to resonate through their bodies, and the two couldn't help but grin excitedly. They immediately went to remove sashes and hats, as their shirts began to creep upwards.

Oblivious to the two girls' presence, Baljeet and Buford tried to get out of their brooding. “Perhaps we could get some kind of peace through the sweet lactose and sucrose of an ice-cream.” conveyed Baljeet with a shrug.

“Dude, you're making it weird.” said Buford, hands in his pockets.

“There is nothing strange about two boys going for a good time through ice-cream.”

“Okay, you explaining it is only making this weirder !”

The duo went into a small fit of bickering, so absorbed that they didn't even notice the fabric tearing sounds and satisfied groans echoing behind them.

“Well, maybe if someone hadn't been kicked out of a certain squash-related event, we'd have a place to go !” complained Baljeet.

“Let'em keep their crudy pumpkins. They have no idea how to do this glorious festival honour.” retorted Buford with his eyes radiating with respect.

“Honour ? How do you feel honour in an Eating Contest ?” huffed Baljeet.

This did not please Buford, who gritted his teeth in annoyance, and began to crack his knuckles. “When I make ya eat those words, you're gonna feel something alright.”

But before the pale-skinned bully could make any good on his threat, the duo was shrouded into a pair of looming shadows. The two were confused at first, but they then got an idea of what was happening.

“Hey nerd, what's your french word again for something that feels very familiar ?”

“Déja-vu ?”

Giving eachother a look, they turned around, and predictably looked up.

Just like their friend Isabella, Ginger and Adyson had grown up to Fifty feet (more or less), and were only still wearing the torn tatters of their orange shirts and brown skirts. The newly born Girliaths looked down at the two young males, with Ginger sporting an enamoured expression, and Adyson smiling smugly, one hand on her hips.

“Yep, I'm definitely having one of those thingies.”

“So do I.”

The girls didn't lose time, and grabbed the boys, gently by Ginger, and swiftly by Adyson.

The huge little Asian-American girl was the most enthralled by the situation, the genius she had a thing for now adorably nestled inside her careful grip. She now was truly seeing why Isabella had been so giddy about becoming a giant. Mini-Baljeet simply seemed like the pinacle of adorable to her !

Meanwhile, Baljeet looked in slight fear at the overwhelmingly grand face in front of him, yet he did not feel as panicked as he thought he would be. Something soothing seemed to come from the look she was giving, as if the one thing she was caring about right now was his well-being.

“Hey Baljeet, I wanted to ask you. Do you wanna come get an ice-cream with me ? Then we can sit on a hill, and you can tell me more about that Aryabhata guy.” offered Ginger with a genuine smile.

Baljeet felt his natural nervouseness kick in, but it only lasted a couple of seconds, as the awnser to this equation became as clear as rose quartz crystal. “Well, I reckon that my schedule is no longer filled, so I would be honoured to join you for a frozen treat, if you really want to go with me, that is.” delivered Baljeet, with an unusual bout of confidence.

Ginger's eyes twinkled in joy, as she pressed the tiny Indian boy against her cheek, and began to nuzzle him. The display of affection let Baljeet with rosy cheeks, a dizzy smile, and bubbly eyes.

Buford rolled his eyes, not really able to stomach the mushy stuff happening near him. “She's got him wrapped all around her little finger. That's a low blow for what little manliness he still had.”

Adyson smirked at Buford's slightly macho comment, and approached him closer to her face. “Oh really ? You've got a problem with us girls being large and in charge ?” she replied, straightening herself to show the intimidating size difference between them. She, of course, had no intention to harm the small bully, but took fun into seeing him on the other end of the intimidating process he was so fond of.

Buford's eyes shifted at the question of his gargantuan sort-of kidnapper. He didn't really feel that worried, he had after all punched a giant squid right in the beak without any trace of fear, so why should he fear one overgrown girl ? Well, for one, there was the fact that she was a girl. Bully he might be, hitting a girl just didn't feel right. There was being a bully, and there was just not having any savoir-vivre.

But if it was only for that fact, he would already have refuted her. And yet, he found himself struggling to simply pan her, something he excelled at. Buford took another look at Adyson's looming form, especially her smug face. Her strong jaw, her button nose, her jade-coloured eyes, and her dark brown tuft.

He had to admit – not out loud of course – that she looked rather cute from that angle.

Buford cleared his throat, and took on a more placated tone. “Well, I admit that strength passing through the two genders do make us more civilized than our forefathers and ancestors.” explained Buford in the way his nerd would.

Adyson's smirk remained. “And that means what ?”

“It means that girls can occasi- are just as good as being in charge than boys.” begrudingly admitted Buford.

This seemed to content the brown-haired giant. “Good awnser, mister Big Bad Boy.” hummed Adyson, who brushed a large finger through Buford's own short brown hair, making the burly boy blush a bit. She then carefully plucked him with her other hand, and made him seat on her broad shoulder. She gave a friendlier smile as she asked, “So, wanna go for some Cotton Candy ?”

“Now you're speakin' my language !” brightened up Buford.

Adyson turned to Ginger, who had also secured Baljeet on her shoulder. Nodding at eachother, the Fireside Girls stepped over the wooden fence, and rumbled down the streets in direction of the city, happy smiles plastered on their faces.

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A platypus in a fedora and a man in his forties laughing while watching silly movies together. A redhead mother coming on top of gobbling the most of pumpkins like a Barbarian Warrior on a sugar rush, before experiencing the sugar crash and fainting. Sightings of improbably huge females of different ages roaming around the city and its outskirts. And a giant Floating Baby Head to admire all the ruckus.

All in all, another summer Sunday for the citizens of the little city of Danville.

THE END