My guess was that there was an accident when something in the lab malfunctioned and which Doofenshmirtz took credit for because what sort of villain kills his nemesis by accident.
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
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- Crossover
My guess was that there was an accident when something in the lab malfunctioned and which Doofenshmirtz took credit for because what sort of villain kills his nemesis by accident.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Yeah, rivalry keeps villains going like that. And she is the only thing now limiting our domination of the Tri-State Area, what with how we only, in point of fact, control two and a half states and Shego's got the better part of Colorado than we do.
On the other hand, we should probably bear in mind that on our western border is Syndrome's Kronos Company, and Syndrome is a fucking lunatic compared to most of the villain Kings out there... and that over on the other side of him is the Oregon Triangle controlled by resident eldritch abomination Bill Cipher.
We may want to seriously consider upgrading our defenses.
- Location
- Not the asylum anymore
- Pronouns
- She/Her
At the very least with Bill, although the QM has stated that he's a ticking clock, that clock still has a lot of ticks to go through.
Syndrome, though, yeah. Not an upfront threat- because he probably doesn't want the feds breathing down his neck either- but still something an eye on. Maybe, if things get bad, we could form an informal Cape Coalition with Drakktech and the zaibatsu?
Syndrome, though, yeah. Not an upfront threat- because he probably doesn't want the feds breathing down his neck either- but still something an eye on. Maybe, if things get bad, we could form an informal Cape Coalition with Drakktech and the zaibatsu?
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
All I know is, the more I find out about him, the less I like. Good reason to be working on that Occult tech tree.
Or something.
We may be able to come to an arrangement with Xanatos, too; he'll be manipulating us but he's got a good track record of knowing when to band together against a common foe. Plus, he has his own occult assets, I suspect.
- Location
- Not the asylum anymore
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I'm especially excited for Cut the Muster, since it has three actions rolled into it. I wonder how they intersect- and how much we've pissed off Judge Doom...
Most Hated Enemy Shego
You stole half of Colorado
(chorus) She stole half of Colorado!
Most Hated Enemy Shego
You think I am a fool
(chorus) She thinks he is a fool!
Most Hated Enemy Shego
I shall be your downfall
(chorus) He shall be her downfall! x2
Colorado? Not a stop!
I shall drive you to the ocean!
(chorus) He shall drive her to the ocean!
I shall take New Mexico and Oclahoma
(chorus) New Mexico and Oclahoma!
I shall take Kansas and even Texas!
(chorus) And even Texas!
I shall bring an end to you, Shego!
Take your power and your lands!
You shall be just note in the history -
First to fall to Doofenshmirtz - Ruler of the World!
You stole half of Colorado
(chorus) She stole half of Colorado!
Most Hated Enemy Shego
You think I am a fool
(chorus) She thinks he is a fool!
Most Hated Enemy Shego
I shall be your downfall
(chorus) He shall be her downfall! x2
Colorado? Not a stop!
I shall drive you to the ocean!
(chorus) He shall drive her to the ocean!
I shall take New Mexico and Oclahoma
(chorus) New Mexico and Oclahoma!
I shall take Kansas and even Texas!
(chorus) And even Texas!
I shall bring an end to you, Shego!
Take your power and your lands!
You shall be just note in the history -
First to fall to Doofenshmirtz - Ruler of the World!
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- Pronouns
- I He Him His
If Suspicious Minds can tell us that there are aliens without using an action and that they respect legal ownership than I have a weird idea. Remember the Phineas and Ferb episode where the boys father bought a bunch of stars and gave the boys one? Once Phineas and Ferb arrived the place automatically deferred to them since they were the new owners. If that holds true here as well can we possibly get an action for buying stars?
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
@Shard of Victory
I like it, but there is no 'I' in 'Shego.'
@LaughingMad
The problem is, we have no way of knowing WHICH aliens defer to transfers of ownership legally performed by a bunch of Earthlings. Unless Phineas or Ferb tell us themselves, how would we be able to tell? It's a pretty safe bet that not all aliens would defer to such an arrangement, and that the brothers simply got lucky.
I like it, but there is no 'I' in 'Shego.'
@LaughingMad
The problem is, we have no way of knowing WHICH aliens defer to transfers of ownership legally performed by a bunch of Earthlings. Unless Phineas or Ferb tell us themselves, how would we be able to tell? It's a pretty safe bet that not all aliens would defer to such an arrangement, and that the brothers simply got lucky.
You seen nothing!
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- He/Him
@Made in Heaven Is there a way for those who made omakes and other stuff to know how much Exp they currently have?
LiamOfOrmonde
67% lewd. Oh my!
- Location
- Florida Sometimes
[X] Hateball Seraph
- Location
- sweden
Hmmm could we not include traditional cooking and Doonkleberries in our new resturant. Our bratwurst will be the best in the world when we invent a beef inator or minicow inator
[x] Gerry the Goozim
We will have someone to talk with possibly give him a hat?
[x] Gerry the Goozim
We will have someone to talk with possibly give him a hat?
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Interlude: Cut the Muster
- Location
- Pennsylvania
The past two months had been incredibly busy ones for most people working at DEI. Doofenshmirtz had stuck around for a week or two to look at some projects before going overseas with his giant robot man and mortal enemy Francis Monogram, ostensibly to do some recon work in the 'old country' though he hadn't been too big on giving out details. What all of this meant was that the task of forming Doofania's newest PMC fell to none other than the legendary resurrected warlord Genghis Khan.
Khan's grasp on the English language was tenuous at best. He was making some progress after having worked with a professor during the previous months, and while he was nowhere approaching fluent he could understand a few basic phrases. Nobody outside of his teacher had actually heard him speak English yet though, not even among the corps he was raising.
The line for the interviews inched forward person by person. Nobody knew exactly what the process would entail, only that recruits were taken alone into a room for a few minutes before being ushered through to the other side.
The next man in line stepped into the room, which only contained a single threadbare bulb and a door on the opposite wall. Mentally he shrugged, thinking that this was some sort of test… and that's when the door burst open as Genghis Khan raced towards him, spear drawn, screaming at the top of his lungs!
He leapt into a combat stance, hand scrabbling for a sidearm he didn't have and mind flailing desperately for what he could do in the face of the onrushing madman. Then, to his amazement, the mongol stopped in his tracks. Genghis scrutinized him carefully. Then, he nodded.
Genghis Khan could not speak English. He could not train men in modern arms combat. He could not organize the calls for applicants. He could not even interview his prospects. What he could do was place them in a room, scream in their faces, and see who ran away.
It had proven very effective. A great deal of chaff had been weeded out. Most fled, or cried, or cowered. The few who stood their ground passed into the advanced corps. But one… only one… had thought to scream back. Genghis looked at the… person, in front of him. It was strange… but it had potential.
---
The Tri-State Area was seeing a slowly increasing trickle of Toon immigration. There were many places in the world that saw them as cheap entertainment at best, or at worst, a dangerous and unpredictable threat. The sounds of crashing safes and joy buzzers had become a common refrain in Doofania, and with Rodney and friends having recently completed your purchase of the once-beloved animation studio, you expected their numbers to increase in the future. It was therefore not so surprising when you, only a few days back from your trip to Drusselstein, decided to hold a public press conference approving of the influx of Toons. Some people may have expected an empty, platitude-filled declaration, or perhaps some new restrictions. No one expected what was about to happen.
The gesture to formally declare your territory 'Toon-friendly' was more of a symbolic one than anything, but it was an important symbol.You'd really be sticking it to Judge Doom and his horribly bigoted anti-toon policies, ensuring that Doofania would be a safe haven for all. Goofy had taken care of most of the previous speeches, being surprisingly effective at this sort of thing. He could definitely be serious when he put his mind to it.
The most important part of this whole thing was to create a bunch of pro-Toon policies that actually made sense. In contrast to the policies that could see Toons dipped for the barest slight you focused more on actually making sure everyone in Doofania got equal justice. Toons should no longer be afraid to act like themselves… but on the other hand, that didn't mean they could just get away with anything either. Any Toons that were deliberately causing trouble could expect a stint in the specialized anti-comedy jailblock that Goofy had helped you design: a little place you called the Animation Cell. Your goal was to prove that Doofania wasn't going to promote pro-Toon policies just to leave everyone else in the dust. All would be equal under your watchful (evil) eye!
---
Sleazy the Weasel crept through the rapidly growing crowd, keeping a watchful eye on the pharmacist that was climbing on stage. That rabble-rouser had been nothing but trouble ever since he bought out ACME a couple months ago, and now his cousins were calling in a few favors. He really couldn't refuse given his gambling debts, and he had to admit that something about the guy just rubbed him the wrong way.
Security in this place was a joke, he mused to himself. Those Normbots were everywhere but they could only zap you with a taser, and the few human security guards weren't much better. There had been talks of the pharmacist forming a more specialized group but nothing ever seemed to come of them. What was going to happen in a crowd like this, anyhow? It was way too big to keep an eye on everyone!
All he had to do was get close to the stage, point the gun at the loon behind the microphone, and pull the trigger. A 'Bang!' flag would pop out- not lethal in the slightest, but it served as a reminder that everyone was vulnerable, all the time. This guy really should've stuck to the mad science and left the social policies to people better suited to that sort of thing.
He smacked into a black and white Toon duck with a platter bigger than he was, handing out sandwiches to the crowd. "Outta my way, quack." he muttered. He wasn't in the mood for this, and his target was almost in position! Here he was, stepping up on stage and saying something about Toons, blah blah equality, blah bl-
Sleazy's thoughts were cut off as the sandwich smacked him in the face, knocking him back a few inches. Dripping with mustard, he wiped his eyes off and bared his teeth at the little toon. "I said OUTTA MY WAY!" he hissed.
The duck only giggled impishly in response. "What's wrong? Don't you want a sandwich? Now's the time to celebrate!"
"Shaddap! You think this announcement is gonna make any difference?" The weasel drew the revolver from his coat and brought it up to aim…
...and before anyone noticed, some hairy man was leaping down from the building, screaming at the top of his lungs! Sleazy tried to scramble backwards but the man was too fast, and before he could react his throat was completely constricted in the human's grip. The revolver fell to the wayside, the Bang! flag popping out pointlessly against the ground.
"Not. Funny." Genghis Khan spoke.
---
You glared at the weasel who had nearly ruined the moment as he was unceremoniously chucked into the Toon-proof cell. There was no back wall and the bars were big enough to slip through, so naturally it would be funnier if a thing like this kept Toons locked up for an extended period of time. Something more high tech and 'escape proof' in the conventional sense would probably be thwarted in under a minute. The furniture in the room was scientifically designed to be as dull and boring as possible to prevent any unexplained sight gags, and the very bored teenager guarding it would serve as yet another distraction, because diligent guards could be outfoxed, but the bored ones would always catch the culprit!
Khan nodded in approval at his chosen lieutenant, the one Toon who had the courage to scream back at him during initiation. He had been the one to suggest something could've been taking place at the rally and deserved to be commended for that. The Khan of Khans would make a proper Mongol out of him yet!
"Who is this little guy, anyway? "
"I'm Dennis the Duck!" The monochrome toon replied happily. "I'm the president, vice-president, treasurer, and only member of Donald Duck's fanclub!
"How did you end up joining my paramilitary organization?"
"I've been looking for Donald for ages! He hasn't made a new cartoon, or comic strip, or even caused any serious property damage for years! When I heard that Goofy was here, I just knew I had to meet him any way I could! Together, we'll find him for sure! Plus, I guess it was lucky I joined. I've never foiled an assassination before!"
"Huh, yeah." You reply, the mood in the room shifting. "I guess that is what it was, wasn't it?"
"I know exactly who was behind it." Goofy muttered darkly, none of his characteristic cheer present in his voice.
"Yeah, me too." you agreed. "It's obviously Judge Doom, right?"
"How'd you know?"
"Weasels, hates Toons, it was pretty obvious. I kinda expected him to try something sooner or later. You did a good job though! Thanks to you, Doofania's new Toon-friendy policies will be the talk of the nation! I'm certain that's gotta make Uncle Sam like us a little bit more."
---
Doofania has been declared Toon-friendly with its policies updated accordingly! Opinion among Toons increased! Laugh Factory upgraded to Funny Farm: +10 loyalty with all Toons.
Government opinion slightly increased!
Public opinion slightly decreased!
PMC formed- new options unlocked and +5 to all Quest rolls! Position "Head of Security" has been revealed for the Council! All attackers to Doofania suffer a -10 malus!
Disney purchased! Slight increase to income!
Have a sandwich! Dennis the Duck has been recruited as a hero unit!
Khan's grasp on the English language was tenuous at best. He was making some progress after having worked with a professor during the previous months, and while he was nowhere approaching fluent he could understand a few basic phrases. Nobody outside of his teacher had actually heard him speak English yet though, not even among the corps he was raising.
The line for the interviews inched forward person by person. Nobody knew exactly what the process would entail, only that recruits were taken alone into a room for a few minutes before being ushered through to the other side.
The next man in line stepped into the room, which only contained a single threadbare bulb and a door on the opposite wall. Mentally he shrugged, thinking that this was some sort of test… and that's when the door burst open as Genghis Khan raced towards him, spear drawn, screaming at the top of his lungs!
He leapt into a combat stance, hand scrabbling for a sidearm he didn't have and mind flailing desperately for what he could do in the face of the onrushing madman. Then, to his amazement, the mongol stopped in his tracks. Genghis scrutinized him carefully. Then, he nodded.
Genghis Khan could not speak English. He could not train men in modern arms combat. He could not organize the calls for applicants. He could not even interview his prospects. What he could do was place them in a room, scream in their faces, and see who ran away.
It had proven very effective. A great deal of chaff had been weeded out. Most fled, or cried, or cowered. The few who stood their ground passed into the advanced corps. But one… only one… had thought to scream back. Genghis looked at the… person, in front of him. It was strange… but it had potential.
---
The Tri-State Area was seeing a slowly increasing trickle of Toon immigration. There were many places in the world that saw them as cheap entertainment at best, or at worst, a dangerous and unpredictable threat. The sounds of crashing safes and joy buzzers had become a common refrain in Doofania, and with Rodney and friends having recently completed your purchase of the once-beloved animation studio, you expected their numbers to increase in the future. It was therefore not so surprising when you, only a few days back from your trip to Drusselstein, decided to hold a public press conference approving of the influx of Toons. Some people may have expected an empty, platitude-filled declaration, or perhaps some new restrictions. No one expected what was about to happen.
The gesture to formally declare your territory 'Toon-friendly' was more of a symbolic one than anything, but it was an important symbol.You'd really be sticking it to Judge Doom and his horribly bigoted anti-toon policies, ensuring that Doofania would be a safe haven for all. Goofy had taken care of most of the previous speeches, being surprisingly effective at this sort of thing. He could definitely be serious when he put his mind to it.
The most important part of this whole thing was to create a bunch of pro-Toon policies that actually made sense. In contrast to the policies that could see Toons dipped for the barest slight you focused more on actually making sure everyone in Doofania got equal justice. Toons should no longer be afraid to act like themselves… but on the other hand, that didn't mean they could just get away with anything either. Any Toons that were deliberately causing trouble could expect a stint in the specialized anti-comedy jailblock that Goofy had helped you design: a little place you called the Animation Cell. Your goal was to prove that Doofania wasn't going to promote pro-Toon policies just to leave everyone else in the dust. All would be equal under your watchful (evil) eye!
---
Sleazy the Weasel crept through the rapidly growing crowd, keeping a watchful eye on the pharmacist that was climbing on stage. That rabble-rouser had been nothing but trouble ever since he bought out ACME a couple months ago, and now his cousins were calling in a few favors. He really couldn't refuse given his gambling debts, and he had to admit that something about the guy just rubbed him the wrong way.
Security in this place was a joke, he mused to himself. Those Normbots were everywhere but they could only zap you with a taser, and the few human security guards weren't much better. There had been talks of the pharmacist forming a more specialized group but nothing ever seemed to come of them. What was going to happen in a crowd like this, anyhow? It was way too big to keep an eye on everyone!
All he had to do was get close to the stage, point the gun at the loon behind the microphone, and pull the trigger. A 'Bang!' flag would pop out- not lethal in the slightest, but it served as a reminder that everyone was vulnerable, all the time. This guy really should've stuck to the mad science and left the social policies to people better suited to that sort of thing.
He smacked into a black and white Toon duck with a platter bigger than he was, handing out sandwiches to the crowd. "Outta my way, quack." he muttered. He wasn't in the mood for this, and his target was almost in position! Here he was, stepping up on stage and saying something about Toons, blah blah equality, blah bl-
Sleazy's thoughts were cut off as the sandwich smacked him in the face, knocking him back a few inches. Dripping with mustard, he wiped his eyes off and bared his teeth at the little toon. "I said OUTTA MY WAY!" he hissed.
The duck only giggled impishly in response. "What's wrong? Don't you want a sandwich? Now's the time to celebrate!"
"Shaddap! You think this announcement is gonna make any difference?" The weasel drew the revolver from his coat and brought it up to aim…
...and before anyone noticed, some hairy man was leaping down from the building, screaming at the top of his lungs! Sleazy tried to scramble backwards but the man was too fast, and before he could react his throat was completely constricted in the human's grip. The revolver fell to the wayside, the Bang! flag popping out pointlessly against the ground.
"Not. Funny." Genghis Khan spoke.
---
You glared at the weasel who had nearly ruined the moment as he was unceremoniously chucked into the Toon-proof cell. There was no back wall and the bars were big enough to slip through, so naturally it would be funnier if a thing like this kept Toons locked up for an extended period of time. Something more high tech and 'escape proof' in the conventional sense would probably be thwarted in under a minute. The furniture in the room was scientifically designed to be as dull and boring as possible to prevent any unexplained sight gags, and the very bored teenager guarding it would serve as yet another distraction, because diligent guards could be outfoxed, but the bored ones would always catch the culprit!
Khan nodded in approval at his chosen lieutenant, the one Toon who had the courage to scream back at him during initiation. He had been the one to suggest something could've been taking place at the rally and deserved to be commended for that. The Khan of Khans would make a proper Mongol out of him yet!
"Who is this little guy, anyway? "
"I'm Dennis the Duck!" The monochrome toon replied happily. "I'm the president, vice-president, treasurer, and only member of Donald Duck's fanclub!
"How did you end up joining my paramilitary organization?"
"I've been looking for Donald for ages! He hasn't made a new cartoon, or comic strip, or even caused any serious property damage for years! When I heard that Goofy was here, I just knew I had to meet him any way I could! Together, we'll find him for sure! Plus, I guess it was lucky I joined. I've never foiled an assassination before!"
"Huh, yeah." You reply, the mood in the room shifting. "I guess that is what it was, wasn't it?"
"I know exactly who was behind it." Goofy muttered darkly, none of his characteristic cheer present in his voice.
"Yeah, me too." you agreed. "It's obviously Judge Doom, right?"
"How'd you know?"
"Weasels, hates Toons, it was pretty obvious. I kinda expected him to try something sooner or later. You did a good job though! Thanks to you, Doofania's new Toon-friendy policies will be the talk of the nation! I'm certain that's gotta make Uncle Sam like us a little bit more."
---
Doofania has been declared Toon-friendly with its policies updated accordingly! Opinion among Toons increased! Laugh Factory upgraded to Funny Farm: +10 loyalty with all Toons.
Government opinion slightly increased!
Public opinion slightly decreased!
PMC formed- new options unlocked and +5 to all Quest rolls! Position "Head of Security" has been revealed for the Council! All attackers to Doofania suffer a -10 malus!
Disney purchased! Slight increase to income!
Have a sandwich! Dennis the Duck has been recruited as a hero unit!
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- Location
- Not the asylum anymore
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Wow, we're gonna be positively drowning in Hero units. And we survived our first assassination attempt; gonna have to bump up security even more.
Well it wasn't much of an assassination and more of a public humiliation. But we'll never have enough hero actions. Far too much stuff to do.
- Location
- Not the asylum anymore
- Pronouns
- She/Her
And we only have the Hawaii investigation left. Let's see what that brings us...
- Location
- USA
Made in Heaven Someone might of asked before but where is Phineas and Ferb? Did Candace expose them and get dried of there creativity at the reformatory school or what?
- Location
- California,USA
Excuse me @Made in Heaven, may you threadmark this omake so people can easily find it. And give your feedback on it, doesn't have to be right away.
Thank you sir.
Thank you sir.
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Sure thing. Got very caught up with omakes, I'll award XP and comments later tonight.