Morgan liked when she was pulled out of school early. Less so for a dental appointment, even less when it was for her braces.

She touched her numb jaw again. She hated dental work. She hated her braces. She hated all of it!

Well. Except getting the day off from school. That was cool.

Wait. No it wasn't. Her dad was staying home to watch her. Her dad! Like Morgan was a stupid eleven year old who couldn't watch herself for a few hours! Honestly, she finished her homework on the drive home, and waiting for her appointment.

'But I'm not eleven.' Morgan thought morosely. 'I haven't been for a long time.'

How old was she again? If she remembered correctly, she'd just come back from the Year 1847. She'd gone back in time again. She'd wanted to see the volcano Mount Gunter erupting in West Java. She'd accidentally created this vegetarian society in London-so sorry she wouldn't eat meat that's been cooked on ungreased rusty bars! That had been a month ago...

Her birthday was today.

Holy butterball turkey, she was seventy-one.

Morgan wasn't sure what to make of that. Braces on your birthday? How cruel...

Course, her parents didn't know that. To them, Morgan had turned eleven months ago. They had no idea that Morgan was different.

Morgan was a reality jumper. She enjoyed her job. It was her whole life. For sixty years now, all it took was a quick thought for her to leave her reality for another one. She'd done TV shows mostly, the occasional cartoon or movie.

Apparently, if she focused on a history book she'd travel back in time. Morgan didn't like it much. She thought it had more of an impact on her life. She'd already created the legend of Morgana Le Fay-('Completely by accident! Honestly one broken name plate and my name changes from Layfette to Le Fay. So stupid. And I'll stick by that story to my dying day!'). Morgan didn't want to come back to her time and find her world changed, like everyone wearing black and calling themselves Joe.

Anyway. Now that she knew, Morgan had been very careful about using it. She only visited moments she thought she'd need for history class. Even then, she didn't like historical Jumping that much. Those people were too stuffy. Too unpredictable.

She had to make her birthday perfect, now that it's been ruined by braces. What could she do? She couldn't go see a movie. Popcorn wouldn't agree with her new braces. That and her dad wouldn't let her leave the house without him.

So, she resigned herself to eating ice cream and watching TV.

Seventy-one years, seventy-one years of fighting crime and going on adventures. Now she was sitting on a couch with a numb jaw eating ice cream.

If any of her old friends could see her now...they'd all probably win a bet.

With another sigh, Morgan flicked on the television. Maybe she could watch some Jimmy Neutron. Or was Teen Titans on? It was a Thursday, there can't have been much on.

But it opened on Disney Channel.

'Phineas and Ferb-uary?' Morgan chuckled, though her teeth still hurt. 'Well I guess that answers that problem of how to celebrate my birthday.'

Three weeks later, Morgan Spencer seemingly took a nap in the middle of the afternoon. She was practically dead to the world.

==W&R==

Oh storyline. It was hot.

She missed February. She should go back Home. It was cold there. Not enough to snow, not in South Carolina, but Morgan could at least walk outside without feeling herself melt.

This place was hot. It was summer. How did she forget the most important part of Phineas and Ferb was the summertime?

She hated hot weather...

She hated 'waking up' by a school more. Especially since she'd just left her other one back Home.

Morgan found herself hiding up in a giant tree.

She looked herself over.

Her hair was blonde now. It had wild random curls, flying this way or that. Her skin was this kind of peachy, no freckles in sight. She ran her tongue along her teeth, relieved not to feel the braces that plagued her at Home.

Her outfit looked good for summer. It was an olive green shirt that had elbow length sleeves but baring her shoulders. She had dark blue jean shorts. She had a pair of blue sneakers on her feet. They felt old, the blue faded but still solid.

There was a backpack over her arm, so she checked inside. There weren't any schoolbooks, but a lot of other random stuff. Imagine that junk drawer you have in your house, filled with stuff from yard sales and the garage. She was pretty sure she saw a mini floating baby head, a deactivated self destruct button, and Shimmy Jimmy.

She hopped down, mindful of the other branches. She looked out onto the playground, seeing a bunch of eleven year olds running around. There were other grades too, but the eleven year olds were the ones congregating together.

It must be the last day of school.

She walked over to the large group. If she knew the Flynn-Fletcher family, they would be at the center of this thing. Odd enough, the crowd was parting ways for her.

She made it to the middle. A boy with a triangle head, red scrappy hair, dark blue eyes, an orange/white t-shirt, blue cargo shorts and blue high tops, was working on some kind of electrical panel.

A taller boy (whose head looked a lot like the letter F) had green hair, darker blue eyes, a collared cream-colored shirt with a button, very high-waisted dark purple pants with a light purple belt, white socks and black tennis shoes. There was a tool belt around his waist. He seemed focused on setting up the multiple small cannons around him.

He noticed her quick enough. "Hey Reese." Phineas waved. He was giving his usual friendly smile.

Morgan was thrown off a bit. Not by the smile, that was nice. Getting new identities in other realities made her head spin sometimes. Then again, new names would mean more fun. "Hey Phineas. Hey Ferb."

The green haired boy raised his head, waved his hand, then went back to his cannons.

"What's on the menu for today?" She asked, sitting herself down next to Phineas.

The redhead beamed at her with all the joy of an excited puppy.

"We're building fireworks!" Phineas explained.

"Just fireworks?" She lifted an eyebrow. "That's unlike you." Morgan, now Reese asked.

"That's why we're building them to spell out 'It's Summer Time' when the last bell lets out." Phineas explained. "Isabella has the Fireside Girls out in the baseball field setting up the rest."

"Now we're getting somewhere." Reese scanned the growing crowd of kids from their grade. They were all watching Phineas and Ferb with anticipation. "School give permission?"

"We have signed forms and everything." Phineas held a clipboard out to Reese.

She took it, giving it a quick scan. She had gone to Harvard a few decades ago (graduated second in her class, still has that diploma framed in her bedroom closet). Reese was still sharp on reading legalese.

She nodded before handing it back. "Seems airtight to me. So long as you set nothing on fire, you should be fine."

Phineas took her word for it. He put the sheet back in his pockets.

"Will this be better, or worse than the monkeys on unicycles?" Reese asked.

"Way better. Right Ferb?"

Ferb held a thumbs up.

"We just need-"

"A hundred foot extension cord?" Reese voiced. She pulled one out of her backpack. It had been hidden beneath some old newspapers and a spare sneaker.

Phineas brightened. "It's perfect!" He turned to his brother. "Reese has everything in her bag!"

==W&R==

Reese had stayed to watch the fireworks. The lights had gone off without a hitch. (Reese had suspected something would happen at pickup, until she saw Mr Fletcher was picking up Phineas and Ferb).

All the kids agreed it was the perfect start to summer. They couldn't wait for whatever Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher did tomorrow.

Neither could Reese, if she was honest. She was looking forward to the rollercoaster.

She stood in line at pickup. The teachers seemed to know which child went to which car. It was helpful, as she had no idea who Reese Martin's parents were. So she sat on a school bench, pulled out a book she'd been meaning to read, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

==W&R==

It'd been a half day. Most of the kids were gone by 12:30, whether with their parents or with friends for a sleepover. If a child was still there by one, the teachers called a parent to remind them of the half day.

It took until 1:30 for the teachers to realize Reese Martin hadn't been picked up.

The child had been so quiet, sitting in the bench patiently. She didn't even seem to notice that she'd been the last child at school. She'd been absorbed in reading a book. The teachers felt awful about not noticing the child. They quickly called her parents, telling them of the late hour and that one of them should be picking up their child.

It was another thirty minutes before a parent showed.

He was a tall man, this much was obvious at 6'3. His skin was the same peachy shade as Reese's, only his thicker arms had golden hair on them. His head of buzzed cut hair was a matching blond to her own. A five o'clock shadow covered most of his square shaped jaw. His eyes were a dark crystal blue.

If you had to guess, based on his clothes alone, you'd say he was some kind of trucker. In reality he worked at PriceRite Warehouse Club, as an automotive glass repairman. His thick hairy arms, mostly from all the hours of heavy lifting, completed to the look. The scowl he had on currently was just a bonus.

He pulled up to the school in a used black truck. After slamming his door shut, he stormed over with his heavy boots smacking the pavement. It sounded like the giant was searching for the human in his home.

He marched up to the only teacher that stayed behind. "Martin. Here for the kid."

"Martin? As in Joseph Martin?" The only teacher left behind asked. The man just grunted an affirmative. "You're two hours late."

He didn't seem perturbed by this information. "Where's the kid?"

The teacher felt ruffled by his brisk question. She was surprised the man had addressed the child with so little regard. "She's sitting on the bench."

The man gruffed at her. He brushed past her to the kid. Reese didn't look up from her book.

"Hey! Get up." Mr Martin snapped.

It brought the girl out of her book. She startled, pausing a moment so her eyes could come back to focus. They landed on her father. Her expression shifted from confusion to understanding. "Hey...Dad." She greeted in a voice of hesitation. If anyone that knew Morgan paused to think about it, they'd realize she wasn't sure if the man was her father.

The large man grunted. "Come on, kid." He pushes her toward the car door.

Reese followed. She was in no mood to argue with this taller man.

Though her hesitation proved fruitless. Once they got inside the car, the man began ranting.

"Your mother-" The man sneered. "-decided you would stay with me this summer. No idea why. You were supposed to go to a stupid summer camp. But I'm not gonna be your minder for however long this summer is."

"One hundred and four days-" Reese heard herself reporting.

"Did I ask?" The man snapped. Reese silenced herself. "Come on. We're going to get you something to keep you from bothering me this summer."

Reese had a bad feeling about this man. She should know, she'd been a cop for decades.

==W&R==

Reese walked inside the OWCA pet shelter.

Of all the places she expected to go, this place was last on her list. She thought it was the perfect place for a birthday present!

Mr Martin had decided he wouldn't be doing a lot of watching for Reese this summer. She needed something else to keep her attention. It was cheaper to adopt a pet than join a summer camp.

The OWCA headquarters just happened to be on the way to the Martin house. Mr Martin pulled in, telling Reese she had fifteen minutes to get a pet.

When they walked in, the worker greeted them. Reese was startled (she kept it off her face) to see a disguised Carl's voice coming out from the woman's mouth. She changed it to delight. Of course Carl wore a woman's disguise, that was just too funny.

"Hey there sugar!" The disguised Carl greeted. Reese beamed at the unpaid intern. "What brings you in today?"

Reese opened her mouth to answer. Mr Martin was faster. "She needs a pet." Reese scrambled to close her mouth. "Go find one, Reese." Mr Martin ordered. Reese dashed off to the pet cages.

She walked by the dogs and cats. She didn't want those. Dogs were too slobbery, needing a lot of attention, Morgan Planned to be in the Flynn-Fletcher backyard most of the summer. The cats required too much upkeep, Mr Martin seemed the penny pincher type, he wouldn't want it. There were bunnies she ignored, birds too. Too noisy or too unfamiliar. The fish were too inactive.

She found a good pet in the near back of the pet cages.

There was a giant cobra. It was the same green as her shirt, Reese noted. It had the same amber eyes, though the snake had red lines for pupils. Reese could see intricate lines of darker green on her back, a pale green for her underbelly, and the palest green for her nose.

She knelt down by the glass enclosure. The snake seemed just as curious about her. If you were unaware of OWCA, you'd say the snake was eyeing prey for an attack. Those who were intellectuals could see the snake was meeting Reese's eyes out of intrigue.

"You picked one out yet?" The man asked boarding on impatience.

The blonde girl tilted her head at the snake. The snake copied her. She tilted her head the other way, the snake copied her again. It brought a smile to Reese's face.

"Yes sir." Reese murmured, airily.

The snake hissed.

Reese moved to open the cage.

The disguised Carl walked over to Reese. He/She gasped as seeing Reese open the cage. "Whoa, honey, don't do that-"

The snake slide out of the cage. She- Reese knew how to identify female snakes, okay? Don't judge- happily moved up Reese's arm. The young girl giggled at the feeling of cobra scales along her arm. The snake was a lot longer than the cage implied, climbing all the way up Reese's arm and around her back to her opposite shoulder.

Carl watched in surprise. Agent Long S didn't like humans that much. This Reese girl...she was interesting.

Mr Martin was waiting impatiently for it to be done. "She took a pet. Let's go."

"She's gonna need a name before I let her go. What would you like to name her, honey?" The disguised Carl asked.

Reese looked down at the snake. She bit her lip in thought.

"...Salazara." She decided. The snake seemed interested in the name choice. "Zara for short."

"Great." The man stated gruffly. He turned to the door. "We good to go?"

"Yes sir." The woman replied. She held up a bag of pet care supplies, pulling them out from seemingly nowhere. She moved to hand them over to Mr Martin. He moved aside. Reese happily held her arms out. Including the arm with Salazara around it. "Here you go, sweet pea."

Reese juggled the things between her arms. She managed to get them balanced without dropping them, or hurting her new cobra. "Thank you, Ma'am." She smiled to the cobra. The cobra hissed in reply.

Mr Martin shuddered. Why'd he get the weird kid?

==W&R==

Late that night, after dinner had been eaten and the pet supplies had been put away, Reese Martin formerly known as Morgen Spencer got to work.

She'd been given a lot of good information about her new life in a few short hours. The Flynn-Fletcher family knew her, she had this habit of having a Deus-Ex Machina in her Infinity Bag, her mom didn't want her, and it was shared with Mr Martin (based on the day's track). So far it looked like her new snake was be her only true friend.

Morgan wrote everything she knew about Reese Martin inside a notebook, using code to keep her cobra from translating.

As if knowing her new owner's thoughts, the snake hissed for attention. Mr Martin ordered the snake would stay in her cage. Reese wasn't supposed to let her out.

That meant Morgan could do whatever she pleased.

"Don't tell him I let you out, okay?" Morgan whispered.

Morgan opened the cage again. Like in the OWCA pet shelter, Zara slithered around her arm then back.

The snake hissed. Morgan took that to mean 'okay'.

Morgan ran a finger along Salazara's back. The snake slithered on, seemingly shivering in delight at the touch. "Don't worry, Zara. He's just annoyed because Mom tossed me here for the summer instead of camp. He wanted me away, I guess."

The snake didn't hiss. She just rubbed her head against Morgan's wrist.

"I noticed He's got rat traps downstairs, so I guess we have rats." The blonde child went on. She quite liked the feeling of Zara's affection. "Or is it we had rats? None of them looked used, so I'm gonna say 'have'. Or is it 'had' because you're gonna eat them? Man I hate tenses."

While listening to her new owner ramble, Agent Long S decided she'd like the young Miss Martin.

==W&R==

AN: Forgot to add a note- whoops!

Hey everybody! This is the start of Summer Of Cartoon! I'm gonna be publishing a lot of cartoon stuff over the weeks. Hopefully they work!