Disclaimer: All characters of Phineas and Ferb are the property of Dan, Swampy, and Disney.

Chapter 1 - Collectible

There were a lot of things that Baljeet and Buford did not agree on.

Education. Violence. Sports. Dystopian societies, or as the bully called them, "times where nobody got nothin'."

Among other things.

But every once in a while, the two could come together and share a common interest.

"How come I can't find any of these rare monsters?"

Even if it frustrated one of them to no end.

"Buford, monster catching is a fickle process. You have to have a deft hand."

"My ears are up here, Nerd."

Baljeet rolled his eyes. "I said 'deft', not 'deaf'."

They peered over their cards, freshly excavated from their booster packs. This particular game had been making its sweeps through the school due to its popularity, and Buford and Baljeet were no exception.

Heck, the only person that didn't seem to think it very fun was-

"Hey! Buford!"

Buford sighed loudly. "Speakin' of deaf..."

Adyson strode up to the lunch table, slamming her palms down in a huff. "We had a project to work on for English class. Don't tell me you forgot!"

"Oh, that reminds me," Buford said, rifling through his cards. "I have a Engrameer that I don't need. Ya want it, 'Jeet?"

"I will take it, yes."

Adyson glanced from Buford to Baljeet and back again, her agitation rising. "You know that game is for kids, right?"

"Sweets, I don't think ya realize this," Buford stated, leaning over the table, "But we are kids."

"Adyson, I cannot believe that I am saying this, but Buford is indeed correct in his observation," the Indian boy surmised. He picked up an extra booster pack from his bag and opened it cautiously. "And did you not finish that project already?"

"I finished the project. All I have left is to write the participation report, and I just wanted to let him know (thrusting her head at Buford, who was now counting cards) that I'm going to make sure he gets a worse grade on it than me." Adyson turned to the bully. "Well, Buford, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"...Aw man, I got two Mancrank cards!"

Adyson made a noise that was a cross between a gorilla grunt and a constipated antelope. She straightened up, throwing her hands in the air. "Boys are stupid!" With that, she stomped off fuming.

"I do not have any idea what just happened."

"Me neitha'. Ya' got a Wildabeast?"

"I believe I do. Let me check."

And not a single Floguck was given that afternoon. In more ways than one.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As you probably notice per the title, these are suppose to be sort of quick little one-shots. As you have also probably noticed, over the last year or so...I haven't done anything that can resemble quick.

I was given a few ideas by a coworker of mine, who is a fellow fanfiction writer like myself (and also who's identity I will not divulge...yet). She knows full well the kind of frustration comes with having writer's block. She also knows that I constantly complain to her about the aforementioned writer's block.

The hope is that I can knock out one story a day just to get back into the swing of things. If it works, great. If it doesn't...well, then there's another story I will have unfinished.

Joyous occasion.

Read and review if you like. Until next time, people.