#potato camera

A void beast can look at you from anything black enough, no matter how small or flat.

To be adopted by a void beast is a great honor.

Does it protect you from the darkness? How would you know?

Do not shine a light on it, if it looks at you from a darkened room. Its true form might drive you mad.

A/N: @pianistbynight, you mispelled “cannon” or maybe you didn’t? XD Either way, I ran with it ;) Thank you @meme-land for telling me about potato quality!

"No."  Canadace’s annoyance scale was at a level 2, which was still salvageable.

"Please?"

"No," level 3.

"Pretty please?"

"No!" level 4.

"We'll do your trig homework," Ferb.

"..."

"..."

"Do you think I can be bribed? I said, 'no!'" level 5.

The brothers shared a look.

"Hey, Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!" from inside her room, Candace hears him say, "We're going to make a potato cannon!" 

"Oooh, they are so busted!" she called their mom on her cellphone, "Mom! Mom! Phineas and Ferb -"

"Candace, I'm right downstairs in the kitchen, if you want to talk to me you can - what's that boys? You need a potato?"

"Mom! Mom! That's what I'm trying to tell you! Phineas and Ferb are building -"

"A potato cannon, huh?" their mom chuckled, "Alright, have fun! But test it facing away from the windows, please."

"B-b-buh-buh-but - Mom!" 

"Now, as I was saying, Candace, if you want to talk to me, come downstairs and do it in person, please," she hung up.

"Ugh!" Candace threw her phone down on her mattress in a fit.

"Okay, these lenses ought to do the trick!" Phineas bought them online - express delivery - and swivelled around in his chair, "Hey, where's Perry?"

The platypus put his hat on, stuck a fork into an outlet in the hallway and got zapped. He pulled himself away and stuck the fork into the outlet below the active one. 

The wall turned like a revolving door and brought him into a darkened maze that took several tries to navigate before he arrived, out of breath, in front of Major Monogram.

“Agent P, Dr. Doofenshmirtz is at it again! He’s intercepted all the french fries delivery trucks and brought them to a warehouse on the outskirts of the Tristate Area. It’s up to you to prevent a consumer riot when stock runs out. Good luck, Agent P!”

Perry paraglides to his destination.

A delivery truck (not for french fries) stopped at the Flynn-Fletcher home. “Aren’t you… exactly the right age to be building a potato cannon?”

“Why, yes,” Phineas signed for the lenses, “Yes, we are.”

Perry tiptoed along the rafters of the warehouse, only for a bird cage to swoop in and trap him. 

“Ah, Perry the Platypus!” the evil doctor cackled from the floor below, “I suppose you’re wondering why I decided to steal all the french fries in the Tristate Area, hmm?”

Perry gave him a deadpan look.

“No? Not even a little bit?” 

Perry yawned.

“Well, too bad! I’m going to tell you anyway! It all started…”

“Hey, Phineas!” Isabella waved, “Whatcha do-in’?”

“We’re making you a potato cannon!” 

“For me?” she blushed, “But… where’s the launcher?”

“The launch-oh! No, not a potato cannon! A potato Canon!” he snapped a picture of Ferb striking a pose next to the tree in their backyard, “See? Now you can still take pictures for the school newspaper even though Buford accidentally sat on the camera!”

Phineas gave Isabella the potato Canon and she swooned.

“... but now I can eat all the french fries I want!” Dr. Doofenshmirtz declared just as Perry picked the lock on the bird cage and climbed to the room of the warehouse where a satellite dish was raised. “No! No! Not the Potato-Disintigrator-Inator!”

Perry narrowed his eyes and hit the big red button. 

The french fries all disappeared.

Dr. Doofenshmirtz sighed, “This is what you get for trying to save money and use the same potato disposal factory you built to rid the Tristate Area of all potatoes.”

“Oh, no! What happened?” Isabella’s new potato Canon was no more.

“Um… Isabella?” Buford arrived with Baljeet, “Hey, uh… I’m really sorry about your camera. Baljeet’s uncle’s cousin’s friend’s uncle’s cousin knew a friend with a cousin with an uncle who could fix it… Here you go! Good as new!”

“Thanks, Buford!” she checked her watch, “Oh, how am I going to get to the old potato disposal factory in time to interview the owner on his healthy-eating mission?”

“Well, we might not have a potato cannon, but we’ve got a human slingshot!” said Phineas while Ferb rolled the contraption out of their storage garage under the actual garage, “All aboard! Launching in 3…”

“Hey!” Candace ran out of the house, “You are so busted! Stay right there! Mom! Mom! Mom!”

“Sorry, sis, but the spring’s already loaded! 2…1!” their launcher bowl soared cleanly into the air and bounced to the stop outside the warehouse on the fringes of the Tristate Area. 

“Hi, Dr. Doofenshmirtz!” Isabella shook the man’s hand, “I’m with the Tristate Area Middle School here for your interview?” 

“Oh, there you are Perry!” Phineas scooped up their pet platypus, “How’d you get all the way out here?”

Ok, will the person who used the potato camera in Wellington please come forward and fess up as the owner of these photos. I have some questions....

It's for science.

For those who love, time is eternal.

A tiny Jilly fanart I made after marathoning the whole saga these past days. It's actually painful to think how young they were when they died and in a way I think it's better to see them portrayed way older than the canon in the movies because if they had been accurately aged this bitch would have broken in tears. They were children, really and actually being older than they ever were is just...

POSITIVE MENTAL ATTITUDE!

@therealjacksepticeye‘s #septicart event!

Tried drawing werewolf Mark, turned out slightly Bigby Wolf-ish.