Conclusion
When she arrived home, Sandi entered her
room and looked at the mess that Norm had left behind when he abducted her that
morning.“Uh! You’ll pay for what you did, Doofenshmirtz!” As she started
cleaning the mess she decided to try to stop his schemes somehow. ‘I’ll try to find
out who that Platypus works for,’ she mused.
After she had tidied her room, she went to
the computer, closed the HTML files she had been working on and started
planning...
Daria and Jane arrived at the Zon (or the
Zen, no one knew what the symbol in the middle of the nightclub’s name meant)
at 10:00. “Trent said that Spiral will be on just after 10,” Jane said.
“Have they improved?” Daria asked.
“Hardly,” Jane said.
Trent came up on stage. “Hey, we’re Mystik
Spiral. But we might change our name. This is Mr. Normal.”
“Who
shot the hippies? Who locked them in a zoo?...”
After Spiral’s first set, another teen
came up to Daria and Jane. “Candace?” Jane asked, for it was Candace, dressed
as if she wanted to hide herself.
“Keep it down, Jane. I don’t want anyone
to know I’m here.”
“Why not?” Daria asked.
“Mom, thinks I’m at Stacy’s, and Stacy
thinks I’m at Jenny’s.”
“Who?” Daria asked.
“Another of my friends, she’s always
advocating for world peace.”
“Right, why are you here?”
“Um, Jeremy called tonight and said that
he’s coming over! It’s going to be embarrassing if Phineas and Ferb carry off
something crazy tomorrow and aren’t busted!”
“Jeremy Johnson?” Jane asked.
Candace merely nodded. Jane could also see
a blush. She whispered to Daria, pointing out the blush.
Daria nodded, with a glance in Trent’s
direction and a blush of her own. “I see, but there are no guarantees. It
depends on a lot of variables. It may turn out like today.”
“OK,” Candace said quietly.
“Wait and see,” Jane said encouragingly.
Candace gave a weak smile.
Candace left the Lawndale nightclub in the
midst of Trent’s band’s second set. She wasn’t sure what the next day would
bring, but she hoped that her Mom would find out what her brothers were really
up to. She didn’t want any of their schemes to end in disaster.
Candace’s departure from the Zᶲn didn’t go
unnoticed. A goth girl, with short dark hair, intermediate between Daria and
Jane’s ages watched her get into a taxi and overheard her give the driver an
address in Danville.
Once the taxi had driven away, the girl
wondered what had brought Candace into Lawndale that night.
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