A Brighter, More Colorful World_rev2_draft.doc
@Made in Heaven

Wrote a, probably terrible, omake. Don't blame you if you don't give us EXP for this, arguably doesn't deserve it as it is.

The idea is that this is a very, very, very rough first draft of a song Doof is writing up. Part of it's actually intentionally bad, the idea is that Doof still isn't fully sure what type of beat or rhythm he wants, he's jotting down what comes to mind, seeing what he likes, and he'll develop on the most promising bit later. I'm hoping other writers pick this up and we keep passing it around one by one until we come up with a decent game via the Telephone game.
Challenge accepted.

A Brighter, More Colorful World_rev2_draft.doc

Living day by day, in the big old U S A, the world gets so dim and gloomy
Every day can feel the same - what if you made it Doofy?
Look, hey, no more grey, it's A Brighter, more Colorful World~!

Evil is our middle name,
We know good's boring as hell
No two days are quite the same,
Here you'll be feeling swell
In A Brighter, More Colorful World~!

Welcome to Doofania, where everyone is welcome
A grand new world here, you see - discrimination's so dumb.
So ink the rainbow up above, make a brighter, more colorful world~!

[missing stanza?]

Some hidebound goons get their kicks stomping on your dreams
Over here, we bring you laughter, also known as happy screams
Come along, [and something -stein?], [verb] a brighter, more colorful world~!

It's a Brighter, More Colorful World
Bring your friends and all your foes
If you're a freak or not opposed
To Dinosaurs, Atomic Ghosts -
To a brighter, more colorful world! (x2, dramatic ritard. second time)
 
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Shaking herself, Candace went back to walking. She passed by Dennis the Duck waiting in the hallway, and-

Wait, what?

"You! What are you doing in my house?!?!"

Dennis chuckled. "I'm remembering my mandatory Lessons in Evil from Dr D, and I'm doing the most evil thing I can think of!"

Candace glared at the toon defiantly. "I'll never talk! No matter what you do to me, you can never break the spirit of-"

"Candace!" A voice called from downstairs.

Candace's mouth fell open.

"You told my mom?!?!?!"

"Get down here this instant, young lady!"

"Mom, wait, listen, I can explain. Phineas and Ferb are working with this Pharmacist to-"

"I do not want to hear it, Candace Gertrude Flynn." Linda Flynn-Fletcher glowered, folding her arms in the glare-fold-full name trifecta of parental anger. "What is this?"

"I just-"

"I cannot believe this is what you've been sneaking out for! I thought you were spending time with Jeremy, or doing something nice with your friends, not leading a gang of delinquents!"

Candace turns at this point to see the rest of the Resistance has been rounded up in The Flynn-Fletcher living room, in various states of resignation.

"I am so sorry kids," Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher said to the assembled children. "I never expected Candace to be such a bad influence."

"But mom, Doofenshmirtz is evil!"

"Nobody's evil, Candace. He's eccentric. All the papers talk about how he's a generous CEO who gives out free meals just for following him online. If eccentricity were a crime, then you would be put away even longer than you're about to be grounded."

"But mom!"

"No more buts! Go to your room. You are soooo busted!"

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," Candace wailed quietly.

"I'm so sorry about this, Mr. Duck."

"Oh, Mr. Duck was my role model. Call me Dennis."

"Of course Dennis."

"Don't worry Linda. DEI understands this kinda thing. Have you thought about a therapist?"

"Hmm. I'm not sure why I haven't considered that before."

"I can recommend a good one."

She slammed the door behind her and collapsed onto her bed screaming.

Eventually she calmed herself down.

She wondered what Phineas and Ferb were doing.
Well... that happened. I honestly gotta say I didn't see that coming. Or Stacy's dark side (what's up with her?) or Candace's clarity on the Mysterious Force. Keep up the surprises, MiH! You're doing excellent!
 
Out of curiosity, has it been confirmed how council seats work or have people speculated about them?

Or is that sort of discouraged so as to not ruin the surprise?
 
This is ridiculous...Doof isn't at fault for Perry's death. Parry constantly attacked his inators. Doof never sought out Perry.

So clearly...Monogram is the one to blame. If he didn't keep sending Perry after Doof, the platypus would be alive today!
 
Strange crossover brainwave:



Kinderlumper actually works as a historic Scarer operating in the Drusselstein area who didn't care about anonymity in the way modern Monsters do.

Cue Doof descending into horrified flashback trauma if he ever gets wind of the child-kidnapping operation.
 
Like with Mayor Bellwether's memorial to Judy Hopps.

Difference is that Doof actually is genuine about honoring a poor soul lost to tragedy, unlike bellwether who couldn´t give a fuck off-camera

This is ridiculous...Doof isn't at fault for Perry's death. Parry constantly attacked his inators. Doof never sought out Perry.

So clearly...Monogram is the one to blame. If he didn't keep sending Perry after Doof, the platypus would be alive today!

In my mind the whole gig always felt like a sort of "game/friendly banter" between Doof and Perry/Monogram...They had a strictly formalized way of doing things:

- Doof does something that could be constructed as "nefarious" in a *Poke the Poodle* way.
- Francis sends Perry to "foil" Doof
- Perry arrives and gets restrained by Doofs contraptions
- Doof explains his "nefarious scheme" - possibly including some horrid backstory bit of his shitty life - to Perry (who waits patiently)
- Only once Doof gets ready to enact his "evil plan", does Perry escape and battle against Doof (the one time Perry can´t be arsed to foil Doof on account just how *petty/pathetic* todays gig is, Doof actually gets seriously pissed at Perry and DEMANDS being foiled - that time Perry took his time foiling him for dramatic purposes while pretending to be encased in chocolate and helpless, Doof purposefully dragged on his countdown and grew actually worried)
- During the fight, some part in Doofs design goes "oopsie" (more often than not a self-destruct button Doof insist on building in in an easy to reach spot) and accidentially gets rid of whatever P&F were up to on their end before self-destructing , leaving Doof "defeated and vowing revenge" and Perry escaping back home

So in the end it all was a well-rehearsed playfight to the three of them...

Now, project yourself in Doofs place:

Your life was just plain SHIT until at one point you met two guys who were willing willing to faff around with you and do that giant shpiel about "Good vs. Evil". Sure, you were pretty much always on the losing end of your "fights" with them, but it still felt so great to have people that are for all intents and purposes your BEST FRIENDS. You couldn´t be happier - heck, it all turns out so great that you never experience the one of those dreaded Mild-Life Crisises all others of your age bracket tend to suffer from.

Then one day you decide on a whim to change things up just the slightest bit to liven up things once in a while. All seems dandy like always - you and and your best friend (which you might or might not have admitted to him in a calm moment) are duking it out again, with silly moves and stuff.

...But something goes awry all of a sudden this time. Because you fudged the script by doing things differently, your friend slips up and ends up dead, his neck snapped in two like a tree branch. And with that, the laughter you three shared for so long withers to nothing, a shroud of shocked silence descending over everything.

You never wanted this to happen. Sure, you always said that you wanted to win against them and maybe you toyed with imagining how nice it´d be to come out on top for once in this routine...but not like that - with one of your friends dead at your shivering hands and the other plain hating your guts for it.

In a vain attempt to drown your crushing guilt, upon taking over for good you erect a memorial of your fallen friend and deem it off-limits for any vandalisation on pain of SEVERE punishment.

Now you stand here, doing your best at being a proper Overlord of your home while asking yourself often enough "Was it worth the price I had to pay to get things *My Way*?"



In the end, it wasn´t really anyones "fault" that Perry died - things simply took a bad turn and everyone in the know hangs their head in sorrow at his passing.

But Doof feels/is "responsible" for the Danville left in the wake of this grand tragedy and so he wants to make things right in some way again.

He might not be a proper Hero, but he is for sure the most tragic King around Gridlocked.
 
While Marco would help even out the male/female ratio he would exacerbate the already lopsided "people who can rock a dress" vs "people who can't" divide.
Why divide it? With proper training and the proper dress, everyone can rock one.

Strange crossover brainwave:



Kinderlumper actually works as a historic Scarer operating in the Drusselstein area who didn't care about anonymity in the way modern Monsters do.

Cue Doof descending into horrified flashback trauma if he ever gets wind of the child-kidnapping operation.


Amusing random thought.
Princess Coffee Java Doofenshmirtz-

Does not make bubbles in the bathtub
Does not got saliva in her mouth
Does not ever feel the need to blink her eyeballs
Does not finds breath in and out
Does not drink a water in glasses or otherwise
Does not turn her head just slightly to the right (though if we ever get her a robot body maybe?)
Does not ever feel the need to use the bathroom

Clearly, the Kinderlumper's real goal was to get people to understand the superiority of AI's
 
Oh shit, it's that fuckin Kat. I remember that little fucker from every day I tried to watch cartoons and that was the only thing on.

I love the little guy, but he's definitely a type of evil we probably want to be putting a stop to.
 
You know I have to wonder, if we ever do take a trip over to zootipia for whatever reason do you all think that since Doof is a pharmacist he'd be able to pick up that all the "feral" predators are drugged? Even if not it probably would be amusing to see how Bellwether would react if we said that we would use our geneticist to find a cure for this apparently genetic disorder. Especially if we made this proclamation in public. I mean come on, we brought back dinosaurs, finding and repressing a "feral gene" would be child's play compared to that. Be funny to see how she'd try and bullshit her way out of that one.
 
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