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Bride of OverMaster's Crummy Corner of Fanfiction

Phineas & Ferb, Fester's Laboratory New
Phineas' Lab.

Candace winced. "I don't know... That's so embarrassing...!"

"Oh, c'mon, try it!" her new friend giggled through the phone. "At least once!"

Candace sighed. "If it goes wrong, I'll really let you know!" Then she skipped out of the house tiptoing on the grass, cooing girlishly. "Oooohhh, Phineas, Ferb!"

They were working on another stupid huge machine, like always. Phineas looked at her. "Hmmm? Oh, Candace, you sound energetic today! That's good!"

Candace stopped before the machine and batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly, pressed a random button. "What does this button do!?"

"No, wait, that's the--!" Phineas said right before a portion of the machine blew up on his face, leaving it blackened on soot.

---

"You were right, it's much more satisfying than busting them!" Candace excitedly said through the phone.

DeeDee smiled. "Told you so!"
 
I used to do threadmarks with installments of long stories, but I hadn't thought of doing it with miscellaneous snippets.
 
His Human Side.

Smugly, Clayton grinned from ear to ear. "I'll bring all the gorillas to England, then sell them to zoos for tons of money! What are you going to do about that, Monkey Fellow?!"

Tarzan blinked. 'Uh, nothing."

"What!?" Jane said.

Clayton blinked back. "Seconding that motion, what?" he told Tarzan.

Tarzan shrugged. "Most of them bullied me through my life, so... Just because I was different! And you've got guns anyway! If I try stopping you you'll just blast me and everything will be on vain so... No, I should be honest, sorry, without excuses! I think I could dodge your guns easily and punch you out but they bullied me without a second thought. Just because I was different."

"But... You're the noble hero!" Clayton protested feebly.

"Oh, I'm not that hideous a person, I'll insist you release my mom and my friend Terk. On that I'm not budging," Tarzan said.

"Oh, just two gorillas? That's perfectly reasonable. Which ones?" Clayton said.

Tarzan pointed at two of the cages. Clayton gestured at his thugs to open them, which they did. The two gorillas stepped out.

"You sure you don't mind?" In truth Clayton sounded almost disappointed.

"No, it's not like you're going to kill them, right?" Tarzan said. "I don't know what money is but Jane told me about zoos, they'll be fed without worrying about Sabors so..."

One of the gorillas howled viciously.

"You always said you wanted to see the world beyond the jungle!" Tarzan huffed.

"Um, then I guess we're leaving? Bye!" Clayton waved, leaving with his men and quarry. Tarzan smiled, waving them off.

Jane was livid. "Tarzan, how could you!"

Professor Porter hewed. "Jane dear, please try to understand... Put yourself on his shoes... his feet... don't you ever think about putting all those who sneered at us and ridiculed us shipped off to jail? Like a harmless little revenge fantasy?"

"NO!" Jane said.

The Professor smiled at Tarzan. "Women, amirite?"

Tarzan smiled back. "Women!"

Jane facepalmed.

"I'm not ever talking to you again," Terk told Tarzan.
 

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