I decided to rewrite the chapters of what I've written so far in this, starting with chapter one. Don't worry, I'll work on the new chapters as well.

Enjoy the rewrite! :D

Note: Because of this, some of the plot of the series may change. But it will be for the better, and I am aiming to make the humor better. :3 Also, I own nothing but Milky and Cody

P/F/P/F

In between the dimensions...hidden in time...seen in the reflection of the stars...lies a world hidden from all others. It is know only as the Lost Dimension. Over a thousand years ago, a Magician who was born with a heart as black as a void, took over the dimension. Ultimately, he was overthrown, and banished into what his heart truly was...

...But not before placing a curse on the dimension, causing it to vanish into thin air.

Yet, life still lived on in the dimension, as if nothing happened. Though it is far different from our own world. In fact, you could say it's a bit...psychotic.

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Episode 1: Making Friends

In the town known as Danville, lived Phineas Flynn, a nine-year-old prodigy. He went to a school that was specifically created to increase the kings armies. Unlike most of the children, he didn't exactly believe that violence was the answer to everything, and pursued to find more diplomatic solutions to his problems. Because of this, Phineas was pretty much an outcast in his school, leaving him with only one friend in his life. Unfortunately, his only friend was…Irving.

"And that's when I looked at them-."

"Yeah," Phineas asked, though he didn't really show much of concern. Irving had been ranting about some bullies who picked on him weeks ago. If there was anyone more hated than Phineas, it was Irving. And, to be blunt, Phineas knew exactly why, and to make things worse he had to deal with him every single day.

"And I just giggled at them," Irving went on, "You know, like in the song."

"What song," Phineas asked.

"Giggle at the Grievers," Irving said as if Phineas of all people was being ridiculous, "It's so smart, and so practical to life."

Somehow, that gave Phineas a sense irony to the current statement told. He just kept smiling an obvious, fake smile. He didn't want to act mean or anything…even if it was Irving.

"So, did that work," Phineas asked.

"No, they dunked me into molasses anyway," Irving admitted, "But I bet they felt pretty silly."

Irving smiled proudly while Phineas sighed in defeat. This was as much as he could stand.

"Look, Irving," Phineas said, trying to be as nice as possible, "This has been a long time coming, and I need to tell you: you are the worst person, and maybe the dumbest. I know we've had great times and all, since we've started hanging out this past week. But I honestly can't overlook the fact that I honestly hate everything about you. I thought if I tried liking you you'd end up like broccoli and cheese, but it turns out you're worse than broccoli."

He turned to Irving, who just smiled, completely oblivious to what Phineas was saying, which made the ordeal even more irritating.

"I'm sorry, but we just can't be friends anymore," Phineas let out a sad sigh, "Even if it means I have...no friends at all."

With that, Phineas left, sad at what he just did, while Irving waved goodbye happily before beginning to talk to a little bird that had a weirdly shaped head.

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Cody was a "skilled" Magician with the brain of lint. He had white hair, wore blue attire, and had green eyes. Despite his blatant stupidity, he was still a capable Magician, though hardly anyone held respect for him.

Hours after Irving was left behind, Cody found Phineas sitting under a tree looking glum. The white-headed magician went over to him curiously. Phineas looked up to the teen as he talked to him, a pitiful look on the red-head's face.

"Looks like someone got a visit from the depression clown," Cody stated, loud and proud as he hovered over the boy.

Phineas sniffed. "His brightly colored pants keep falling down," he said, "And no one ever laughs."

Cody went to sit by the young, depressed Phineas Flynn. Although he was stupid, he could tell something was wrong. He liked Phineas, and only wanted to help the kid. After all, he was Candace's brother, and Candace (no matter how many times she threw things at him for being stupid) was a friend of his.

"What's the matter, kiddo," he asked casually.

"I just broke things off with my only friend," Phineas answered.

"Why'd you do that," Cody asked a little bewildered. Phineas would never do that to someone. He was just too nice, even in a town so mentally unstable.

"My only friend was Irving," Phineas said. And now it made perfect sense.

"Oh," Cody said rubbing the lobe of his neck, "Well, I'm sorry about that then."

"Now I'm gonna grow up to be just like Dr. Doofenshmirtz!"

(A/N: Hm...now that I think about it, isn't he the main protagonist of this series? Why is the first episode about Phineas?)

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Cody assured, "Dr. D's just under a lot of stress because he's the king's eldest son. But deep down, I think he's pretty cool."

Phineas' eyes widened. "He's the who's what now?"

How could someone like Cody know something like that before Phineas did?

"Yep," Cody said, "Crowns are pretty expensive though. I think they put them in museums most of the time you know," Cody began acting a bit awkward, "Well anyway, you and I shouldn't probably be seen together or I'm bound to get in trouble with someone."

"Why's that?"

"It's not like I don't like kids, in fact I think I like them a little too much…also I might be allergic to hot-dogs."

Cody suddenly began floating in the air with his hands behind his head in a relaxed position as he replayed his memories in his dense mind. Phineas stared at the older boy, completely disturbed at what he just heard. In fact, he began to slowly scoot away from the teenager, who was too deep in thought to notice the action.

"Should I," he stuttered a bit, "Should I find a police officer?"

"Like this one time I was supposed to be watching my cousin's kid," Cody went on, completely ignoring Phineas, "And her kid asked if she could have some ice cream for dinner, and I thought 'I dunno I never tried that before.' Kids have really great ideas sometimes..."

Cody frowned, and landed on his feet in front of Phineas, his hands falling to his sides as he finally remembered completely. "But then I got all hyperactive," he began to pace a little as he explained the rest of the story, "and I did a whole bunch of tricks to impress her, and ended up breaking my arms and legs. After that, she started throwing up all over the floor because she had too much ice cream. When I woke up in the hospital I wasn't allowed to watch my cousin's kids again."

"Your cousin's daughter got to eat ice cream," Phineas said with a smile, having completely ignored everything else in the story, "That sounds fantastic!"

No matter how smart Phineas was, he was still a kid. Naturally, kids are oblivious as heck, so this wasn't really surprising.

Cody gave a sheepish grin. "Well, it was great at the time."

Phineas hummed to himself before coming up with a decision. He stood up and walked over to Cody, who stopped pacing.

"Well, I just had a great idea," Phineas said, "I've never had a grown-up friend before. Do you wanna be my new friend?"

"Are you kidding," Cody asked, not wanting to befriend a young child. "That sounds awesome!"

...Curse you Cody!

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Imagine him in blue

I do

Keep up with your insurance bills

He'll get you killed

He'll take us sledding down the stairs

Our greatest fears

He's not good with children~!

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He'll let you use the stove

If you'd have known

That he would be your sad demise

And utter prize

He hasn't got such watchful eyes

It makes me cry

He's not good with children~!

(~)

I can't see this ending so well for you,

For your young life~!

You'll be lucky if nobody dies, and that's true

In your young life~!

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"…So when the first party goes to hide, the second party known as the seeker begins counting to a number preferably a mull-ty-pull of ten," Cody read from the piece of paper that he got from the internet. He turned to Phineas and said, "Hey, Phineas, what's a mull-ty-pull?"

"Multiple," Phineas corrected with a groan.

Cody turned back to the piece of paper and nodded. "Oh, multiple…great, am I gonna have to do math?"

Phineas sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Scratch what he said to Irving before. That kid maybe the worst human being on the planet, but at least he could count to ten. This guy was a complete moron! Not only that, but the teen was so stupid that he couldn't even tell that he himself was accident prone, even at the most obvious of times.

They ended up destroying an orphanage in the process of riding bikes, for crying out loud! How was that even possible?

Just then, a girl with crazy brown hair with a dying flower on her head poked her head over the young boy, who recoiled in slight fear at her sudden presence. Milky was probably the weirdest person in the town, and everyone knew this. She was very famous for her knack of baking impossibly delectable treats, but was also infamous for poisoning the entire town and causing mayhem on more than one occasion. Despite this, authorities never had enough prove to send her to jail.

"Hello, child," Milky said gleefully in a thick Russian accent, "Milky knows a great game to play! Yes."

"Oh, hey Milky Way," Cody said, giving the girl a glance.

"You will help me make cupcakes," Milky said in a sing-song tone.

"Cupcakes," Phineas grinned, "Lady, you are speaking my language!"

As Phineas followed the girl teen, he waved goodbye to Cody, who was too busy reading the paper to reply. It was then that the earth cried tears, for poor Phineas had forgotten the number one rule of their society: Never trust Milky.

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"I am ready for those cupcakes," Phineas said as they walked into the bakery.

The kitchen was rather large, and that was because Milky needed enough room to bake goods. She was the town pastry chef, after all...of course, she was living under the roof of the Johnsons, mainly because she didn't have the insurance or sanity to live on her own. Phineas knew this, but ignored it for the sake of cupcakes.

Milky placed a chef's hat on Phineas' head, covering his messy hair. "First, you will have to make them," she said, "And then you'll have to eat them!"

"Oh," Phineas said, his voice falling a bit. He smiled again, saying optimistically, "Well, baking cupcakes sounds like fun."

"It is fun for me," Milky stated, "But today, we are business people. We do not bake for fun, but for purpose. Yes."

Phineas stared at Milky, digesting what she was saying.

"Are these gonna be for someone," Phineas frowned, glared a bit even at the sudden realization, "Did I just get roped into manual labor?"

"Yes," Milky replied, "We are making contravene cupcakes, yes."

"What does contravene mean," Phineas asked curiously.

He didn't get a direct answer, as Milky was too busy ranting about her plan. He compared her rant to a mad man trying to make conversation to a brick wall, and the said mad man actually considered that normal. It was then that he began to wonder whether it was worth trading Cody for Milky at this point...

"We shall smuggle the cupcakes across the border in out tummies," Milky said, sounding less like a model-citizen and more like a psychopath, "It is practice for when Milky goes to Gimmelshtump, and that is a secret I trust you! Yes."

Milky grabbed Phineas by the shoulders and pulled him up to her face. Phineas gritted his teeth in shock, not sure whether to be afraid or impressed with her "acting".

"What she cannot trust is the food there," she nearly shouted, "They will try to assassinate Milky! Yes."

"W-why would they do that," Phineas dared to ask. Milky set the boy down, but stared deeply into his eyes with a crazy look.

"Milky has enemies in high places," she explained.

Phineas nodded slowly. "So, you're planning to eat the cupcakes before you go to Gimme-stump, then?"

"NO ONE WILL SUSPECT," Milky answered with a giggle.

"Okay," Phineas said, although unsure of what to think. He smiled, saying, "Whatever I have to do to eat those cupcakes."

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The cupcakes were finally done after a few hours passed by. They didn't look tasty at all, more like they were turned into small piles of black ashes. Milky began eating them anyway, completely unfazed but the fowl taste. Phineas, being naive assumed that despite how they looked, they must be good if Milky liked them...he was wrong.

"Phineas spit out the burnt cupcake, making vomiting noises that Milky chuckled at. "These taste terrible," Phineas said, "Can't I make some using the cook-book?"

"THAT IS HOW THEY CONTROL YOU," Milky warned. Phineas began to back away from the insane pastry chef, when Dr. Doofenshmirtz came entered the room, (really he ran into the room), turned looked at the two trying to be as calm as possible.

"Hey, you guys haven't seen a demon possessed platypus have you," he asked in casual panic, "I've lost track of Perry. Don't ask, just look out for people who are speaking in a low, inhumanly demonic voice, spinning their heads around, or vomiting pea soup."

The scientist turned to Milky with a dull expression as she offered him the cupcakes. "I'd tell you to look out for weird behavior too, but…in this town," Doofenshmirtz adverted his attention to Phineas, trying to ignore the pastry chef completely, "It seems like a waste of time."

Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz was the sanest in the entire town. He was of royalty, like Cody said, but didn't like to mention his role as a prince, especially considering his age and the fact that he wasn't even married. Not only that, but his father, the king, was also a sadistic ruler, infamous for taking control over half of the planet, and Heinz wasn't exactly proud of that. The other half of the planet, however, was ruled by another, more majestic and kind ruler, but we'll talk more about that later.

The point was, was that Doofenshmirtz was probably the only human being there to have a state of mind, or at least one of them. And quite frankly, it was pretty hard to tell if there were anyone else as sane as him. It was even less likely that there would be someone in Danville, or the rest of the Tri-State Area for that matter, who was saner than him.

Phineas, remembering what Cody told him, had an idea. He might as well try to befriend Doofenshmirtz; after all, befriending him would actually be beneficial to himself and the community. He walked over to Dr. Doofenshmirtz while Milky continued to devour the cupcakes.

"Dr. D, I heard you were the king's eldest son," Phineas said, "As heir to the throne, you must have some political influence."

Doofenshmirtz blinked. "You're Candace's little brother, right?"

"Why don't you use your political influence to help people," Phineas asked, ignoring the question.

Doofenshmirtz rolled his eyes at the child. "Well why aren't you smart enough to create your own political influence," He asked in a bit of a harsh tone.

Phineas' frowned. "Nobody listens to a child," the boy protested.

"Well I'm sure it would help if you quit acting so childish all the time," Doofenshmirtz countered with no problem at all.

"It's important to look out for others," Phineas exclaimed.

"Look kid," Dr. Doofenshmirtz sighed, rubbing his temples, "One of these days you're probably gonna go to college, and you're gonna get a really soft major. It'll be a waste of everyone's time and money, but it's going to make you feel really important."

"Well, maybe I won't need the sciences," Phineas retorted angrily earning a blank stare from the older man, "Maybe your sciences can't explain the reasons why I feel! And-and maybe it can't explain all the big important things, like, what makes us angry, or in love, or full of hate about something!"

After the rant, Phineas panted heavily, emotion taking over despite trying to calm down. Doofenshmirtz seemed to be examining the boy simply by staring at him as he hummed to himself for a moment. Milky had just finished her sixth cupcake and was chewing the seventh one.

"Your amygdala," Dr. Doofenshmirtz finally answered.

For a moment, Phineas stopped glaring and stared blankly at the man. "…My what," he asked, eyeing Doofenshmirtz.

Doofenshmirtz took a short breath before saying rather quickly, "You're amygdala probably regulates a storage of emotional memories which is why-."

"What the heck is an amydala," Phineas interrupted.

Doofenshmirtz's expression became an amused one. He smirked at the boy, who slowly began to grow in anger once more as the former doctor spoke. Milky looked away from the cupcakes as she became interested in the argument at hand, wearing a smirk of her own.

"Well, it looks like someone knows less about science then science knows about him," Dr. Doofenshmirtz said, "Here's a tip, kid: you're never going to hope to defeat your enemies unless you know how they think. And by the time you know enough science to fight the scientific, it's too late! You're already a scientist!"

Phineas growled. "Well at least I have morals," Phineas argued loudly.

"Well at least I wasn't born out of wedlock."

Milky made an "ooh" sound. "You just got owned, child! Yes!"

Phineas became even more confused as opposed to being insulted. "What's wedlock," he asked, irritation growing.

"Oh-ho-ho! Another one," Dr. Doofenshmirtz turned to Milky with a smirk, "Milky Way, what's the score?"

"It is two to one," Milky said, giggling at Phineas, whose glared at her and back at Doofenshmirtz, "You are winning your evil little head right off!"

Dr. Doofenshmirtz snickered cruelly. "Alright, let's go again," Doofenshmirtz clasped his hands together, "What else?"

"He does not have any friends," Milky said.

Phineas's anger was quickly replaced with utter sadness.

"No friends," Doofenshmirtz paused for a moment. "Hm…well, I don't have any either, so I guess that's a tie then. Milky, put it on the board!"

"Two point five to one," Milky cheered.

Doofenshmirtz nearly face-palmed, his amusement drained by Milky's trolling. "Milky, he got a half point," Doofenshmirtz said, "It was a tie."

"But they are composed by half numbers," Milky insisted.

Doofenshmirtz glared. "That makes no sense!"

Phineas whimpered, his eyes becoming misty. Despite this, he refused to give up on the argument. He glared up at Doofenshmirtz and yelled, "Well at least I'm not a big jerk!"

Dr. Doofenshmirtz looked to Phineas, who was nearly crying, and suddenly felt a rare wave of guilt overcome him. "Oh man," he sighed, "I'm becoming the king."

"He-he, you made the child cry," Milky snickered.

Doofenshhmirtz ignored Milky and looked to Phineas.

"Look, kid," Dr. Doofenshmirtz put his hands on Phineas's shoulders, this time kneeling down to make eye contact, "I'm sure you're going to do great in college, or whatever. Just look out for Perry and tell me if you meet anyone who looks like he's been possessed."

Phineas stared for a moment, before sighing and wiping his eyes. "Alright, fine," he said before crossing his arms, "But there'd better be a good explanation about why and how Perry got possessed."

Doofenshmirtz's expression faded into a nervous grin. "Oh, look at the time," Doofenshmirtz said, standing up and looking at his watch-less wrist as he began to back away towards the door, "I better be going before Perry unleashes horrible unspeakably discriminating evils from beyond our point of existence."

Without a goodbye, Doofenshmirtz ran off. Phineas blinked before Milky offered him another cupcake. "I should probably be getting home, too," Phineas chuckled sheepishly as he made his way towards the exit, and stumbled off. Milky shrugged and continued to devour the baked bads.

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"All the adults in this town are crazy," Phineas told his sister, Candace, as she did her laundry, "What's wrong with them?"

Candace was Phineas's older sibling, and his legal guardian. After Phineas's birth, their parents had abandoned them and left them out on the streets. Candace was lucky to have a good friend like Stacey to help her get back on her feet. They found a house in Danville, which was the house they were residing in right now. They had been happily living in Danville ever since.

After starting a load in the washing machine, Candace proceeded to remove the clothes from the dryer before looking to her brother. "Grown-up friends are different, Phineas," she explained, "I can drink with Stacey or Doofenshmirtz, have a good date with Jeremy…everyone else kind of tags along, I guess."

"What about Cody," Phineas asked.

"I cannot explain Cody," Candace shook her head, almost out of annoyance.

"Or Milky?"

"Don't even get me started with her," Candace pointed her right pointer finger to Phineas, then turned to pick up the basket full of clothing.

Phineas sat down on a bean bag that was inside the laundry room, that also doubled as a rec-room since there was a pool table down there, as well as a TV and Wii. "Well, I've got nothing to do for the rest of the day," Phineas said, "And nobody to play with."

"Well I'm your friend, Phineas," Candace said with a warm smile.

"Thanks, Candace," Phineas smiled sadly, "But, I think I've had enough adult friends for one day."

Candace nodded in understanding just as the phone rang from upstairs. She stopped what she was doing and quickly went to get the phone, leaving Phineas to fiddle with his thumbs. A barely audible conversation was heard from the laundry/recreational room. Moments later, Candace began to yell in shock, and immediately went downstairs with a look of anger. Phineas gasped and hid behind the bean bag as she came over to him.

"You knocked down an orphanage," she yelled.

Phineas's eyes widened. He had totally forgotten about that!

"I-it was an accident," Phineas said, trying to explain.

"How did you manage to do it with bikes," Candace asked, grinding her teeth.

"Don't blame me," Phineas exclaimed in panic, "Cody was the one who fueled our bikes with rockets!"

"He did what," Candace exclaimed, "I am going to strangle Cody, and you're grounded!"

"I can't get grounded over the fact that I'm emotionally scarred by Dr. D," Phineas argued.

"Well then," Candace said, "I am going to strangle Cody, Dr. D, and you're grounded!"

"But Milky-!"

"I am going to strangle Cody, Dr. D, Milky, and you're grounded!"

Phineas sighed as he began to shuffle his feet sadly. "But if I'm grounded then I can't go to Thaddeus' birthday party, and then I won't make any friends at all."

Candace thought for a moment, then sighed in defeat. "Fine you can go to the party…"

Phineas gave a satisfied smile, not noticing the look of punishment on his sister's face.

"...But then you're grounded twice to make up for it."

Phineas's became sheepish at those words. "I-I was just kidding, I don't wanna go!"

"Too late!" Candace yelled before pushing Phineas up the stairs, "To the party!"

"The party's tomorrow."

"Oh...well, then, off to bed with you."

"It's only six p.m."

"GO!"

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At the party, which was not mentioned until now for some odd reason, everyone was having a good time. Now that Phineas thought about it, most likely Thaddeus only invited him because if he managed to get to a bounce house, he'd pop it while he was inside. So he stayed away from any activities, and sat at a table alone...well, not completely. Two other kids around his age, one a boy, and one a girl, were also sitting at the table. The three stared at each other for a moment, glancing around the room awkwardly (though the boy who had green hair seemed to be copying whatever Phineas and the girl were doing).

"So how'd you guys get to this shin-dig," Phineas started, "I've never seen either of you before. Are you friends with Thaddeus and Thor?"

"My parents don't know I'm here, baby" the girl said, having a sense of rhythm to her voice.

The two turned to the boy with green hair, who stared with a blank expression. A long paused ensued before he gave an answer.

"...I came here from between the cracks on the walls," the boy said in an inhumanly low voice, "From the dark places where only dreams may go."

Phineas and the gave looks to each other before smiling at each other an the boy.

"So you guys just wandered in from the street then," Phineas said, "Do you like making things?"

The girl gave a seductive grin that Phineas seemed oblivious to. "That depends," the girl flirted, "Are you offering to let me make a sculpture of you~?"

"I have heard of this forbidden art," the boy said.

"Well that's good enough for me," Phineas said with a grin, "You guys must be better than Irving at least. Let's be friends. My name's Phineas."

"You're name is really cute," the girl said, "My name is Isabella~."

"I go by many names: The Dark Wing, Nightmare Flash, Demon Hands…but you may call me…Ferb," the boy exclaimed his name triumphantly, "...I am a typical human being."

"So since we're all friends now," Isabella said, "You guys wanna play a party game like truth or dare, spin the bottle, or seven minutes in heaven~?"

"I think we should all band together and, KILL HEINZ DOOFENSHMIRTZ," Ferb said so suddenly, the last three words sounding a bit demonic.

Phineas and Isabella turned to him with weirded out expressions. Ferb didn't seem to notice.

"I like the cut of your jib," Phineas said in a way that made it clear that he thought Ferb was joking, "But, have you ever considered just converting him into our way of thinking?"

"Yes," Ferb said a grin forming on his face, "Perhaps we should convert him…INTO A MURDERED VICTIM."

"Every time one of us does a dare correctly," Isabella said, changing the subject back to the games, "We can get a piece of candy~."

She took out a candy corn and began sucking on it as she battered her eyes sexily at Phineas. The red-headed boy failed to understand what she meant.

"We can do that at my house," Phineas suggested, "We have lots of games at my house."

"Sounds like a plan," Isabella said after eating the piece of candy.

"I AM BLENDING IN," Ferb announced, causing everyone to stare. "...I AM NORMAL!"

So, in the end, even though Phineas was still grounded and was mentally traumatized by Candace's friends, he did manage to make some…rather odd companions. So...I guess this is a happy ending...I suppose...

[The End]

A/N:

And there you go! Still a dumb fic, but better than the other version! :D

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