So Milo and the gang are headed to the docks to meet Phineas and Ferb. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter 2: The S.S. Law and Effect

"That is one big yacht," Dr. Doofenshmirtz stated.

"It's twice as big as the S.S. Indulgence!" Zack cried.

"Two point one four three times as big," Melissa corrected, waving a handheld calculator. "I did the math. Boom!"

Milo and his friends were staring up at a lavish yacht. This yacht was so big, it easily towered over all the other boats docked beside it.

Just then, Phineas and Ferb poked their heads over the railing of the enormous yacht. Taking out a megaphone, Ferb turned it on before handing it to Phineas.

"Ahoy!" Phineas said into the megaphone. "And welcome to the maiden voyage of the S.S. Law and Effect! We'll begin boarding momentarily."

As Phineas finished speaking, a troop of Fireside girls prepared to let Milo's friends onto the yacht. A majority of the girl scouts set up a staircase to get aboard the ship, while Isabella stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"We're working toward our Sea Voyage Preparation patches!" she announced.

"This yacht is Phineas and Ferb's new project?" Cavendish asked. "How could two elementary school age children build such a big contraption?"

"Everything just works out for them," Milo explained. "During Derek's Pistachion invasion, Phineas, Ferb and their friends were able to figure out what causes Murphy's Law in less than two hours."

"Yeah, and didn't they build a robot to fight the Pistachions that was powered by Murphy's Law?" Dakota asked.

"Something like that," Milo said.

"We are ready to begin boarding," Isabella interjected. "Please line up in single file."

Milo stood at the head of the line, with Zack and Melissa behind him. Doof followed, with Cavendish and Dakota bringing up the rear.

"I hope Cavenpuss is alright being alone in the apartment," Cavendish told Dakota. "I don't want him leaving that room. Who knows what would happen if people saw him?"

"Relax, that abomination will be fine," Dakota said. "Look, Cavenpuss is so worried about keeping his egg safe that he'll stay with it in the same spot all day."

"I suppose you're right," Cavendish sighed.

"Course I am," Dakota put his hand on Cavendish's shoulder. "Now come on. The line is moving, and I want to see if there's any food on board. Talking about eggs made me hungry."

…

Back at Cavendish and Dakota's place, Cavenpuss sat in the center of the room, rocking his egg gently in his arms.

Suddenly, someone started banging on the locked door. "Hey! Where's my rent money?" an elderly voice bellowed. Cavenpuss clutched the egg.

Cavenpuss heard someone, probably the owner of the voice, unlocking the door. Shaking with fear, Cavenpuss bolted with his egg the moment the door opened. He ran past the elderly man who had unlocked the door, down a flight of stairs, and into a parking lot. Spotting a particularly beat up car with an open trunk, Cavenpuss jumped in and closed the trunk.

From outside Cavendish and Dakota's apartment, Mr. Phillips sighed. "I'm getting too old for this."

…

"Out of my way! Move it!" an angry voice bellowed.

Pushing her way to the front of the line, Candace craned her head up at the S.S. Law and Effect. "PHINEAS AND FERB!" she screamed.

"Hey Candace!" Phineas poked his head over the ship's railing.

"What do you think you're doing? Just because it's a long weekend doesn't mean you have to build another one of your big contraptions," Candace scolded.

"Carpe diem, Candace, carpe diem," Phineas said as Ferb joined him at the railing.

"I thought you've given up busting us," Ferb pointed out.

"I have, but I am in charge while Mom is away for her gourmet cooking class retreat and Dad is busy in the antique shop," Candace explained. "Which means I have to come along and make sure nothing happens to you two."

"Fine by us," Phineas grinned. "All aboard!"

…

As the S.S. Law and Effect sailed smoothly on the water in the bay off the coast of the Tri-State Area, Phineas and Ferb gave Milo and his friends a tour of the yacht.

"So that was the Terracotta Army level…" Phineas said as the group rode in a glass elevator in the center of the ship. They were able to see each level from the elevator, and Phineas was pointing out the most notable levels. "The studio audience level…

"The comedy club…"

"The animation studio…"

"And this is the top level, with the buffet table and the swimming pool that's big enough for a regular size yacht to sail on," Phineas stepped out of the elevator. "Now if you will follow me, we'll head over to the bridge."

"Um, Phineas?" Zack raised his hand. "The last time Milo was in the bridge of a ship, Murphy's Law took effect, and, well, the controls got all out of whack."

"That happened because a pelican fought with our gym teacher," Milo revealed.

"We got shipwrecked on a deserted island. The teachers went totally native," Melissa laughed.

"Don't worry, guys," Phineas said as he led everyone to the bridge. "Utilizing Baljeet's research on Murphy's Law, Ferb and I have come up with a special material that repels negative probability ions."

"It's comprised of a mix of tungsten, boron, bismuth, and just a pinch of pizzazium infinionite," Ferb said as the group filed into the bridge. Buford and Baljeet were there, manning the controls.

"We built this yacht so that all the controls are coated with this material, which Ferb named Effectium," Phineas revealed. "I wanted to name it Ferbium, but Ferb insisted we take equal credit on this invention. Besides, we already named a sporting event and a language after Ferb."

"So because the yacht's controls are made with Effectium, Murphy's Law will have no effect on them?" Melissa asked.

"Exactly!" Baljeet smiled dreamily at Melissa.

"Looks like the nerd is moving in on your territory," Buford nudged Zack.

"It's not like we're an official couple," Zack argued.

"So you're not saying that you're not a couple," Buford grinned.

"Oh come on!" Zack cried.

"So everyone sit back, relax, and enjoy our ocean voyage," Phineas said. "Because nothing can possibly go wrong with this ship's controls."