Hey to all of my fellow readers! This is my first Phil of the Future fanfic, just so you know. You may know me from my two recent High School Musical stories, but if not, you can just click on the link to my user profile and check those out! BUT, only if you want to :)

Tell me if I should continue with this story or not, please! Thanks in advance.

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"And remember, Phil, do NOT, I repeat NOT, touch this little red button here," Lloyd Diffy was explaining to his son. Phil wasn't even listening, anyways. He had learned to tune out boring lectures whenever it came in handy, and this was the ideal moment to do so. Anyways, who was his father kidding? Usually when you emphasize the importance of NOT to do something to a person, they end up doing it with more passion than they would have in the first place.

Phil sighed. "Ýeah, sure, whatever." His mind was really on a person. A certain girl person to be exact. Yes that's right, he was daydreaming about the one, the only, Keely Teslow. The unbelievable, extraordinary, wonderful, beautiful…WAIT. Did I just say BEAUTIFUL? Phil shook his head. "I really am losing it," he muttered to himself quietly. He left his smug looking father to his work, and sat down on the couch thinking.

Not much time passed when his father went back out to the garage to try and finish fixing the family's time machine, which he would just fail to do later on…but still, it's good to keep trying! There, right in the middle of the family room, shining brightly, was the miniature remote-controlled time portal with the red button which Phil was "not to touch". But, Phil couldn't help himself. It seemed as if the time portal was coaxing him to press the shiny red button saying, "Come on, Phil…you know you want to press it…"

Curiously, Phil walked up to the time portal. "Oh well, it wouldn't hurt to just try and see what this button—"

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

"That can't be good."

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Phil was immediately transferred to somewhere…in the past?

"Ah, damn!" he slapped his forehead with his hand and mentally beat himself up for being such an idiot. "Stupid red button…" A random newspaper piece was blown by the wind towards him, so he cautiously picked it up, afraid of seeing the date on it. He lifted the paper slowly and glanced at the date.

"NINETEEN NINETY-TWO!" he screamed. People were staring at him weirdly, probably debating whether or not this guy was mental or not. "Crap, crap, crap… What the hell am I going to do now?" he asked himself. "Boy, is dad gonna kill me."

Phil took this time to look around the town that he was in. Some of the stores were familiar, and he realized that he was still in his town, thankfully. He walked around some more until he came to a school. It was a preschool and elementary school combined into one, and all the little kids were playing around outside on the play equipment and all that good stuff.

He was just about to turn around to curse himself some more for getting stuck twelve years in the past when all of a sudden, a certain little girl caught his eye. She looked about three years old or so, and she had a head of slightly messy and wavy sandy, sun-streaked blonde hair, a little bit below her shoulders. Her hair was pulled back in two small pigtails, and she was clad in jean overalls over a pink t-shirt. To be a bit more descriptive, she was rubbing her eyes as if she had just woken up from a nap, and she looked at Phil with a tired expression set on her face. The little girl blinked sleepily and glanced longer at Phil, like she remembered him, but decided she had no idea who this person was.

Phil was looking at her too. Her eyes…they seemed familiar. He knew them from somewhere…

Then his eyes traveled to the small nametag she had on. The corners were beginning to curl up, like she had been wearing it all day. And there, in big, purple, capital letters that Phil had to squint to see from where he was standing, were letters that spelled out a name that he couldn't believe he was seeing. But it was there, and it said:

K-E-E-L-Y T-E-S-L-O-W.

Heehee! Three-year-old Keely! Oooh, the possibilities of an entertaining story plot are high right now! So, read and review!Oh yeah, I may have the year wrong, but oh well, it's close enough. :P