Old Experiments
"So, this is being experiment storage?" Jumba asked as they entered OWCA's Inator storage. As an evil genius, he was always interested in his colleagues' work. Most of the others were either bored, taking a break, or merely mundanely curious.
"Yep. We've got all of Doofenshmirtz's old Inators here. From the Ultimate Evil Inator, to the Whale Song Inator." Major Monogram stated.
"Remind me again why you didn't tell me about this before?" Doofenshmirtz asked, mildly annoyed.
"Because the Autoscan Replication technology is, or was, OWCA's ace-in-the-hole, and I did not like you." he replied bluntly. "Also, they're just as liable to blow up as the originals." he admitted.
Doof nodded. "Yeah that makes sense. I mean, it's basically the Duplicate-Inator." he frowned. "Wait a minute, how long have you had that hat tech anyway?"
"We actually cobbled it together from several mad scientists' tech. None of your stuff from when you worked for us, believe it or not." Carl answered with a shrug.
"Isn't that a patent violation?" Max asked. Sure, Dr. D was an (mostly harmless) evil overlord, but he expected less illegal means from a government organization.
"Surprisingly few mad scientists ever even consider filing patents. Doofenshmirtz is actually one of the few who actually did, and on an optometrist's chair, for some reason." Agent Russ noted.
"Back up, he worked for OWCA? I thought you only hired animals and unpaid interns." Shego asked, apparently curious how Doof's inventions compared to Drakken's.
"After my parents disowned me, I was taken in by a family of ocelots. Thus, I was technically an ocelot by adoption, so I was eligible for secret agent training. I ended up splitting off and going back into mad science right before graduation though." Doof explained casually, missing a number of concerned looks.
"Yeesh, no wonder he turned evil." Max muttered.
"Oh, yeah, I actually weaponized my backstories once." Doof said, apparently having heard him.
"What, by having people watch your flashbacks?" Shego asked sarcastically.
"No, but that is an excellent idea. You see, true evil is born from pain, suffering, and humiliation. So, I used the Back-Story-Inator to harvest and store those feelings from my backstories in order to become more evil. It worked too."
Norm helpfully used an ACME projector to show a diagram of Doof, with an arrow pointing to the green-tinged Eviler Doof he'd transformed into with the device.
"Woah, how come you aren't like that now?" Janna asked.
Doof sighed "My nemesis figured out that if bad memories could make me more evil, then good memories could reverse the effects, and showed me pictures to remind me of those things. The feedback blew it up." he looked nostalgic for a few seconds.
"Is problem with metaphysical power sources. That is being why I am stopping using them." Jumba nodded.
Pleakley glanced at him in bafflement. "What? When did you do that?"
"Around the time he made 262. He was working on how to counteract reformation efforts, and accidentally mixed in some of the samples of Pure Good he was working with, and ended up with a Super-Good experiment instead of a Super-Evil one. Had to hide him whenever his buddies came over." 625 explained as Dennis handed him a steady stream of sandwiches.
"Eh, it happens to the best of us. I ended up making a Hug Inator, a Confetti Inator and a Cupcake Inator in my sleep once." Doof waved his arms towards a trio of similar-looking machines.
"Can I press the Cupcake Inator Dr. D? I'm thinking about trying to make some desert sandwiches that aren't just ice cream bars pretending to be sandwiches." Dennis asked, seeming personally offended at the lack of proper desert sandwiches. You needed bread to be a sandwich!
"Eh, sure, knock yourself out." Doof waved an arm at the device.
Dennis hurried over, only to trip on one of the cords, sending his plate flying, landing on a skull-faced Inator with a single eye, which proceeded to zap him. He twitched once, then broke into maniacal laughter. "I shall forge an empire in Donald's name!" he shouted, only for Doof to grab him.
"Monogram, the Re Good Inator!" Doof pointed towards a more convention laser. Well, for a mad scientist anyway.
"All shall bow before Donald's greatness!" Monogram hurried over and zapped Dennis as Doof moved the struggling duck in front of the beam. "Woah. I think I understand Glomgold better now." Dennis said, blinking.
"What. The heck. Was that?" Shego asked, as the group stared at Dennis like he'd grown another head.
"The Ultimate Evil Inator. It turns people evil, but it also makes them megalomaniacs. I only ever used it the one time, then reversed it with the Re Good Inator."
"I still have nightmares." Carl commented.
Shego stared at him as if he were an especially complicated math problem. "You've got a ray that can turn people evil, and a ray that can turn people good?"
"Actually I have two rays that turn people evil. The Re Good Inator only works on people who got hit by one of them." Doof explained nonchalantly.
"Huh. Kinda creepy you can mess with people's heads like that." Janna noted, eyeing the device like a rattlesnake.
"Eh, you all work for me, or are Greatest Rival Shego, and it's not like the Turn Everything Evil Inator would do much to her. There really isn't a point in using them." Doof waved off the concern.
"Would ya use them on anyone?" Goofy asked with surprising seriousness.
"Not likely. The Ultimate Evil Inator backfired hard, and I was only planning to use the Turn Everything Evil Inator on my nemesis, because it occurred to me I could get a lot more done if he were on my side. After he melted the gelatin monster and I slipped on the Evil soap and ended up with the toilet-scrubber Evil toothbrush in my mouth it really seems like more trouble that it's worth. Just like the... huh, forgot what I was going to say." he noted, standing next to a camera-like Inator.
"The Magnet Magnifier Inator sir?" Norm asked.
"Oh yeah, that thing. Getting run over by a ball of tinfoil at 200 miles an hour is not fun." Doof nodded.
"Are we sure these things don't run on Toonforce?" Coyote asked.
"Not really." Russ stated evenly.
"Then there was the Ugly Inator. Came out of that down an HD plasma screen and a nice chair."
"Is that what happened to your face?" Shego snarked.
"No, I got blasted right in the face and it did nothing." Doof replied, completely missing the sarcasm.
Several members of the group glanced at each other in confusion. He wasn't
that ugly.
"The Age Inator seemed promising, but I ended up blasting myself with it, and the Tell The Truth Inator wouldn't really help me since the lies that hold society together are benefiting me, since I'm in charge of society." he continued.
"Lies?" Janna asked.
"Sure. Lies are what holds society together. If everyone told everyone what they really thought of each other's hair, and clothes, and houses, society would be on fire in a day. Just look at how hard the government is trying to keep the Masquerade going." he replied.
"...It's hard to argue with him there." Russ admitted.
"Now hold on. I'm not sayin' tellin' the whole truth all the time is always the best thing to do, but I think we could use a little more truth than we get." Goofy responded.
"Eh, agree to disagree." Doof waved him off as he continued the tour. "Oh hey, the Bread Inator! Maybe I should finally get rid of all those statues with great beards. Like Ruthord Ford B. Hayes." he shook a fist at the sky angrily, giving not a few people in the group whiplash at the mood shift and sheer pettiness of such a device.
"TECHNOR THE MECHANICAL MAN is concerned." said android noted.
AN: The Amnesia Inator could have been referring to the 2nd Dimension, but it could have also just meant the original incident that got erased, depending on Made In Heaven's timeline.