General Platyborg and Doofenshmirtz vs Cyborg/Stan Smith
Jul 28, 2015 22:28:13 GMT
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Post by corvette1710 on Jul 28, 2015 22:28:13 GMT
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/4131/perry-platyborg?page=1&scrollTo=19179
and
phineasandferb.wikia.com/wiki/Heinz_Doofenshmirtz_%282nd_Dimension%29
vs
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/2411/stan-smith
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electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/806/prototype-profile
If you have any questions as to any of the characters' abilities, powers, or skills, just ask me and I'll tell you what I know (provided you can't get their powers from their profiles).
*****
Another successful date night with Francine. Stan Smith opened the door on his wife’s side of his SUV and ushered her inside the house. When she closed the door, he turned and admired the night sky, his hands on his hips and his monstrous chin raised in triumph as he sighed in satisfaction.
“Stan Smith, you’ve done it again.”
“Stan! Esé!” came a voice from the dark alley between the side of his house and the fence separating his yard from his neighbor’s.
Stan glanced around for a moment before he located the speaker’s position, narrowing his eyes as he reached into his jacket for his pistol, his thumb drawing back the lever at the end to cock it with a loud click.
“Who’s there?” he called into the dark, drawing his weapon and aiming it at the corner of his house where the sound originated. “Roger? Is that you?”
“No, I’m…” began the figure that emerged from behind the corner and after a moment, into the pale light of the streetlamp in front of Stan’s house, “...you, eh.”
Stan gasped, firing a round from his pistol at the man only for it to miss and ricochet into the attic window.
“Ow! What the hell?!”
“Sorry Roger!” Stan called out.
“You’re buying me things tomorrow!”
“Whatever!”
Finally Stan got a good look at the man. His form and face were identical to his, only with a large portion of his body replaced using cobalt-blue and golden-yellow metal.
“Stan, you have to listen to me. The second dimension is in danger.” Cyborg Stan said, “And we are the only ones who can stop it now. The great warriors Phineas, Ferb, and Perry have been defeated by the last’s other self.”
“Don’t we live in the third dimension? Why does this matter?” Stan asked quizzically, holstering his pistol.
“That’s where you’re wrong. We live in the first dimension. The second dimension is a very similar copy of ours, but everything that could’ve gone wrong, has gone wrong, eh.”
“Everything?”
“Well… no, one really major thing, but if you like shooting down my pitch like that,” muttered Cyborg Stan. “Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz has come to power in Danville, New York.”
Stan’s expression was blank.
“He’s on the C.I.A.-registered supervillain list?”
Stan blinked.
“He goes to Villain-Con every year? Once raised the entire city of Danville from the earth and then put it back? Arch-enemy of the most dangerous O.W.C.A. operative still in the field, Perry the Platypus?”
“Uh-huh, uh-huh. I think I see what you’re saying. Just one thing.” Stan held a hand to his chin as if in deep thought. “What’s an O.W.C.A., exactly?”
Cyborg Stan sighed, facepalming and then dropping his hand to his side. “An animal-focused, C.I.A.-controlled, highly covert intelligence agency headquartered in Danville? Come on mang, there was a whole briefing on it like, three days ago. That’s why I came back today.”
Finally Stan nodded. “Oh. You must’ve forgotten I didn’t drink my coffee that morning and slept through that meeting.”
“I drank my coffee and listened to that meeting, eh.”
“Looks like we’re two very different people then.”
“Whatever, puta. Just listen to what I’m saying. We need to go tell the guys in the lab we need to go to the second dimension to kill Dr. Doofenshmirtz. Otherwise, after taking over the Tri-State Area, he’ll move on to this one and that leads to Canada and Mexico taking over the United States, esé.”
“Wait. I thought you came from the second dimension?” Stan said in confusion.
“I did, but I can’t just… go back again on my own. For one thing, I don’t have the power supply, eh. For another, I need your help to stop Doofenshmirtz. This is my one chance, and yours.”
Stan’s lips pressed together into a thin line. He glanced between his home and his alter-dimensional self.
Finally he nodded.
*****
SEVERAL HOURS LATER, C.I.A. HEADQUARTERS
*****
“You! Nerds! Take me to the second dimension! I have to kill a dictator!” Stan yelled to the C.I.A. tech team in the lab.
They exchanged incredulous glances as Stan sat down across from them, arms crossed.
“Stan, are you drunk?”
“No. My future self sent me here to kill Heinz Doofenshmirtz from the second dimension.”
“The answer you’re looking for is yes,” the first lab tech snickered.
Stan’s eyelids dropped to halfway across his eyes in an expression that became more deadpan the longer it maintained, pulling the pistol from his coat and placing it on the desk in front of him.
The nerds now traded noticeably more panicked looks.
“We’ll get right on it, sir!” they both exclaimed, leaping from their seats to the nearest machine. “Luckily, um, Deputy Director Bullock had us build this after the meeting a few days ago.”
“Good. Would hate to have to shoot your doubles.”
They sighed in relief.
“And then you. And then the yous and your doubles in the second dimension, because I’d just have future me build it if you didn’t, and I’d have to take time out of my mission to kill you two.” Stan chuckled. “Good thing you saved me that trouble, eh?” He walked past them, clapping them both on the shower to their displeasure, yelping as soon as he touched them.
“Just remember, for the future.” Stan looked both of them directly in the eyes, one after the other. “I work for the real C.I.A. No one would ever find you. Good seeing you guys. Alright Stan, let’s go!”
Cyborg Stan flew between them, landing easily beside his past self. “Good to see you boys. But just, uh, one thing, pendejos. You and both of your doubles are already dead in my timeline, so no worries, eh?”
“Just hit the button,” Stan said. As the doors closed, the techs could hear what present Stan said next. “Stop that. Stop voiding my threats.”
The doors sealed and a flash of green light lit up the lab.
*****
THREE YEARS EARLIER AND ONE DIMENSION OVER, DANVILLE, NEW YORK
*****
Both of them emerged from the same device they’d entered, but their surroundings were derelict and decrepit, nothing like the shining and silvery light emitted by present Stan’s version of the headquarters.
“Are we still in Langley Falls?” Stan asked, looking around. “This isn’t headquarters, is it?”
“Not C.I.A., no.” Cyborg Stan glanced around. “This is the O.W.C.A.”
“What does O.W.C.A. even stand for?”
Cyborg Stan shuffled on his feet. “Organization Without a Cool Acronym.”
Stan giggled initially, but then stopped when he saw Cyborg Stan’s expression. “Wait, you’re serious?”
Cyborg Stan nodded gravely. “They were one of the top intelligence agencies in the world, with agents all over the country. They were nearly omniscient in the United States before they fell.”
“More than the C.I.A.?”
“Way more, mang.”
“How is this even possible?”
“Some evolutionary stuff happened in this timeline mang, and animals are beaucoup smarter because of it.”
“How smart?”
Cyborg Stan held his hands shoulder-width apart. “This smart.”
Stan raised an eyebrow.
Cyborg Stan frowned, then spread his hands a little further. “Eh?”
Stan took a step back and locked eyes with his other self. “You… you’re just *bleep*ing with me.”
Cyborg Stan shook his head. “No messin’, esé.”
“Then how do we stop them?”
“You just need to stop Doofenshmirtz. Preferably in the form of a musical number, as that is perhaps his greatest weakness.”
Stan blinked. “What?”
“He can’t resist a good old-fashioned villain song. And as the hero, it’s your job to out-song him.”
“You didn’t tell me about this, me.”
“That’s because I knew you’d be reluctant to join me.”
“I can never sing a song again. Not since the day my father forced me to go to boarding school because of it. My mere aptitude for singing he found… un-manly.”
Stan’s vision began to distort as he flashbacked.
“The year was 1974--”
He was pulled out of his flashback by a punch to the shoulder and an unamused stare from Cyborg Stan.
“I know the story, mang. I was there.”
Stan tripped over his words. “Oh, uh… I thought that might’ve, you know, been something that didn’t happen here.”
“Nope. Puta.”
“Alright, alright, calm down man. Don’t mean to muscle in on your turf… mang.” Stan’s best poker face followed this line, looking directly at Cyborg Stan.
They looked at each other for a couple seconds.
“Cierra la boca, hijo de puta.”
“I don’t speak Mexican, you know that.”
“Shut your *bleep*ing mouth, before I doom your world and mine by killing you, okay?”
*****
SEVERAL HOURS LATER, DOOFENSHMIRTZ EVIL INCORPORATED BUILDING
*****
“General Platyborg?” Dr. Doofenshmirtz of the second dimension called out. “I heard you were successful with your endeavor stopping Phineas, Ferb, and Perry! I’m just here to give you your reward!”
He walked through the penthouse of his building, looking for the general to his army.
“Where are you?”
A low crackle was heard behind him and when he turned he found General Platyborg, saluting him dutifully.
“Your reward is to see me conquer the first dimension!” Doofenshmirtz exclaimed enthusiastically, his raising his hands above his head in triumph. “Just as soon as I… press… this… button…” His finger hovered over the button that would open a portal to the first dimension. “But what’s the rush? I mean, with all my enemies out of the way, I have all the time in the world. Actually, two worlds,” he cackled.
General Platyborg emitted an agitated purr and stared Doofenshmirtz down.
“What?”
Platyborg facepalmed and pantomimed pressing the button.
“Now? But why?”
Platyborg shadowboxed for emphasis, then pointed at the command console with another agitated purr.
“Oh, alright. I’ll start the invasion, but let it be known that I wanted to take a nap.”
“Not so fast, Dr. Doffenblitz!” Stan said, his pistol aimed at Doofenshmirtz.
Doofenshmirtz blinked. “Doofenshmirtz.”
“What?”
“Doo. Fen. Shmirtz.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Staniel Smith. I’ve been expecting you!”
This gave Stan pause. “Staniel?”
Roger, in the guise of Tearjerker, stepped out of the doorway leading into the penthouse.
“Yes, Staniel. It’s me, Tearjerker.”
“But where’s Sexpun?”
“She couldn’t make it, unfortunately. Saaaahry.”
“Staniel?”
“Stan. Stan. Staniel. You should’ve known I would find out your real name eventually. It’s a horrible pseudonym, really. You should’ve put more effort into it. Seriously. The attempt itself was just… pitiful in every way. It made me ache. And drink. I think I drank four gallons of Bacardi. No-- not just that, but I actually bought out a vineyard. All of it. And then I drank it.” Tearjerker put a wine glass to his lips and took a sip that turned into a gulp that took the glass with it. “Also I used your credit card to do that.”
“Roger, go home.”
“Who’s Roger? My name is Tearjerker, you insensitive ass!”
“Roger, I will shoot you. I have a gun.”
Tearjerker backed off into the doorway. “Uh, Doof, how about you handle him? I’ll prep the escape hovercraft.”
Doofenshmirtz sighed. “So hard to find good help these days, I guess. Luckily I have the perfect soldier in General Platyborg. Oh, Platyborg!”
The General made himself known, a low purr emanating from the end of his bill.
“Eh! Get away from me, puta!” Cyborg Stan engaged on the Platyborg with a flying kick that sent the monotreme skidding across the floor. They locked in intense cyborg combat that sent clangs and bangs resounding throughout the room.
A pad emerged from the floor and on a rack was a handheld rocket launcher. Doofenshmirtz fit it over his hand and aimed it at Stan, who in turn had his pistol aimed at Doofenshmirtz.
“It appears we are at an impa--” Doof made a sound of terror as Stan took a shot at him. “Oh jeez, you are not one for monologues!”
Doofenshmirtz dove behind his couch, clutching his weapon with the hand not operating it. If it’s a fight Stan wanted, it was a fight he’d get.
You could've requested 2nd-Dimension Doofenshmirtz, though, man, but what's done is done.