Ohio Flynn and Rhode Island Fletcher in: The Valley of the Kings

Chapter One – Easy Escape

The sun cast a warm glow across the Emerald Isle, lighting up the pristine green hills like a springtime Christmas tree. High in the trees ringing the hills, birds sang songs of joy into the crisp morning air, cheering on the day with their carefree tunes. Everything was beautiful; many would say that it could have been the best day ever.

The scene was interrupted by the sound of motorcar engines revving across the country.

"Faster, Fletcher!" A point-nosed archeologist turned around to catch a glance at their pursuer, a German man in a white fedora, in the motorcar behind them. He turned to his partner, the green-haired young man behind the wheel. "We need to go faster, Rhode Island, or else Doofenshmirtz is going to catch up!"

Rhode Island Fletcher put his foot on the gas, wrenching the wheel toward a small copse of oaks. Crashing through the trees, they raced through the next field, getting closer to the winding river at the other side with every second.

"Good idea! We have to give him the slip." Ohio Flynn snatched up a burlap sack that was sitting beside him. "I've got the idol! Ready?"

Rhode Island nodded, cutting off a length of rope and wedging it onto the gas pedal. He lifted his foot and the car kept going.

"Good. Three, two, one…Jump!"

The pair leaped out of the motorcar, skidding to a halt just inches from the surface of the river. The car behind, driven by the one and only Doofenshmirtz, tried to swerve out of the way in time, but was a moment too late. The car flipped into the water, sinking quickly into its depths. Two heads surfaced the river after a moment of silence.

"I'll be back for you, Ohio Flynn!" Doof called out, thrashing in haste to swim against the river's current. "I'll get my hands on that idol if it's the last thing I do!"

"No, you won't!" A robotic voice replied cheerily, belonging to a floating robotic head that used to be attached to a robotic body.

"Oh shut it, Norm," Doof murmured, disappearing down a bend in the river.

Ohio smiled. "He put up quite an effort just to get this thing." He removed the idol from the sack: a small statue of an ancient Indian man with a broken ear. It wasn't impressive, but it was old, and that was what mattered in this case. "I'm still not too sure what it is, but at least it's safe. We need to get it to a museum though. Do you have the map?"

In response, Rhode Island grabbed a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it until it displayed the entire continent of Europe.

"As always, you have come fully prepared." Ohio took a glance at the farthest west island of the British Isles, then at the river before them. "This river runs out to sea. That's west. That means that if we follow it upstream, then we'll reach a town in no time."

Rhode Island stood, snatching up the idol and lifting his partner to his feet.

"Well, I know what we're going to do today," Ohio said. "We're going to start walking."

A/N: A quick introduction for my latest fanfic. After watching the Phineas and Ferb episode Phineas and Ferb and the Temple of Juatchadoon for something like the twentieth time, I felt like exploring more on the sort of adventures that Ohio and RI would embark on. Try to guess what I took inspiration for the idol from.