Hey guys! Welcome to my latest story, "Meteor Boy". The title and the description have said pretty much anything so let's just go with it. Enjoy!
Back to Earth, it was just a normal day for everyone. That was, if most of the people didn't care more about the Danville Forest, where a major abduction had happened.
A school day for a certain group of kids, for instance, in Jefferson Primary School.
"Do you guys feel something?" Baljeet asked.
"Yeah," replied Buford. "I got us some snack 5 minutes ago."
"Yuck!" exclaimed Isabella. "Who would mix cabbage with chips ever? That is like the most gross recepi in the world!"
"There are people… who want to get rid of bad news about chips," Buford replied.
"Can I see it?" Phineas offered nicely.
"Sure, Dinner Bell."
He looked at it, then picking and tasting a little bit, "Hm, not bad at all. You should try it, Isabella." He then returned the pack to Buford
"Dinner Bell says it!" the bully said confidently. He won over the only girl in the group. Then he realized something. "But wait a minute! You said you just looked at my chips."
"You said you had bought us some snack," Isabella shot back.
"Yeah, what she said!" the nerd agreed.
"Guys, come on," Phineas chuckled. "Stop putting a fight because of the chips. Which reminds me… it's been one or two months since the Pistachion domination."
"Wow…" Buford exclaimed. "And I thought the mixture of chips and cabbage wouldn't make him recollect that far."
"Still mad at it though," Isabella confessed. "The Fireside Girls had prepared so much. And we were still being pistachionized."
"Or mulched, to make it shorter," Baljeet informed.
"Actually, it makes me wondering how those pistachios become sentient in the first place," Ferb came in to spoke a line.
"I heard something about time travel," said Baljeet. "If you do something to the past, you change the future. If you can't change it, either something interrupts you or you have already failed in the first place."
"But aren't those pistachions from 1965? Why are they alive in that time period and are able to change the present, which is their future?" Phineas questioned.
"ARGGGH!" Buford exclaimed, scratching his head. "Would you guys stop talking? This has been way too complicated than the battle itself."
"You guys know what is weirder?" Isabella questioned, then revealing by herself. "It's been two months that we have actually got around to discuss about this."
"You're right. That is weird," Phineas replied. "When we came home, we said it was their concern and not ours, so we shouldn't talk any further about it."
"Their? You mean Milo?"
"Yep, and that includes a pair of time travel weirdos, Vanessa's dad, a creator of a 50-year-hit series... And Buford's right. It's kind of confusing right now."
"What is happening to them right now?" Baljeet questioned.
"Not sure, but I hope Milo is doing fine," Phineas said. "I wonder if he remembered us and our adventure."
That is enough Earth scenes for a day.
Meanwhile, on another planet called "Octalia", Milo, Zack, Melissa, Cavendish, Dakota, Doofenshmirtz, Perry and additionally Cavenpuss had just saved the planet and its habitants from the grave danger of the Sphere of Calamity. Of course, the work couldn't be done without the villagers themselves working together. So in conclusion, let's just call Milo's team a big inspiration for the Octalians.
Later they were about to use a spaceship and came home, but Murphy's Law made the ship fall apart. The Octalians knew they couldn't give out another spaceship since they remembered clearly what happened when Milo was being transferred from one ship to another, and even six ships sticking together wasn't enough to get Milo on their planet safely. If she weren't thinking quickly and used an escape pod leading them to Octalia, it would be… argh, doomed.
So the gang decided to stay a little longer, while figuring out a plan to get back to Earth without anyone flying in the vacuum of space.
"Of course I will remember you guys!" Milo cheered, not knowing he technically had replied Phineas' question earlier, back at the Earth.
"Loab, even though what you have done to me was wrong and uncomfortable and sort of that, your determination to save the planet is greatly appreciated! Don't feel too bad about it."
"Yeah, I know…" the aqua Octalian exclaimed. He was sobbing and could barely say anything. "But you have done so much to us. And… there I was… abducted you for no reason. I feel… undeserved… What can I do… to pay… to you?"
Seeing Loab's urgent request, he couldn't deny it. Maybe if he just accepted it, he would be happy. That was also a chance for him to use a bit of an advantage, but just for one time.
"I'd like some lemon juice," Milo offered, and within two seconds, Loab had already brought out a glass for him.
Suddenly, the glass broke. Not sure if it was because of Loab's tight squeeze, but it broke.
"Another, please"
Another two seconds, and Loab had finished his job.
Milo drank out of it and exclaimed, "Mhm. This is refreshing. It feels relaxed."
"Yeah, me too…" Loab agreed.
Then an Octalian girl came in and saw the two, probably having heard their conversation.
"You guys are great heroes, but you're just inner drama queens," Orgaluth stated while adjusting her face in the mirror a little more.
"Whoa, miss!" Loab suddenly exclaimed and pushed her as far away from Milo as possible. She almost dropped her mirror.
"What are you doing, Loab?"
"Don't you see, miss? Your molecular structure absorbs negative probability ions, and Milo here has plenty of them. So if you stay near him… or… you get the idea."
"Ah," the girl smirked. "Not too worry about that. Sure, my gene is more powerful than others', even after… that. But I'm not the main focus like before anymore."
The effect from the sudden push made a book fall on her from a shelf.
"Yeah, we still need sceintists to examine you," Loab replied sarcastically.
"I'm not an expert but I know you can do it, Orgaluth," the Murphy boy said. "Like I said, don't be afraid of anything. Whenever there's a bad thing, you guys can face it together."
"I will," Orgaluth came to Milo closer and replied comfortly. "And I haven't done this but…"
She then put a kiss on Milo's cheek and smirked, "…thank you."
Milo just blushed and smiled, "You… are welcome."
"Wow…" Loab saw it and elbowed Milo. "A kiss from an Orgaluth girl, what does it mean?"
"It means thankful and nothing else, you shipper on deck," Orgaluth heard it and replied to his sentence.
Meanwhile, at a garage where they fix and create prototypes of spaceships, Cavendish and Dakota asked an Octalian technician if he could remake a harder and more stable spaceship from the debris. The Alien Commander was there too, to help with the Octalian money or help bride this guy or anything.
"So, we have all the parts outside your garage. Can you repair the ship for us? You know, remake a better one."
"I wish for a better spaceship," said jokingly Dakota.
"I don't have that magic. What am I, your fairy godfather?" the technician replied. "Anyway, you know I can remake it, but I can't guarantee that it will make the ship more 'powerful.' You know, since those have already been the old parts."
"Okay, that's it," the commander lost her patience and pointed at the guy a big Octalian bazooka. "I have offered you the nicest deal I could ever make. I have brough another boy from another planet to save our planet. As an Octalian, it is your responsibility to repair the ship so our hero can get home safely without any negative ions interrupting him. And you are, as I know, the best technician on this planet after we have been through twenty residents and a pharmacist with his platypus as a pet."
She pointed to the certain pair. Doofenshmirtz found her speech inaccurate.
"Just for a record, Perry the Platypus is not my pet. He's my nemesis."
The commander continued, "So you have no choice but to repair it. You'll have your money, or be it, with my weapon."
"I'll try, but first, we need to check the old parts and repair it to make it new parts. If one of them can't be fixed then we have no choice but to upgrade another new spaceship."
"I can do it," Doofenshmirtz stated. "But rather slow, I mean it's hard. We need a few inventors who's good at all of this. You know, I'm imagining they're two kids, one is a dreamer and talkative, and smart inventor, another one barely talks anything but he's calm and…attracts ladies."
"Now how does your imagination seem familiar to me?" questioned Dakota. "I think I have met that certain pair somewhere."
"We will talk about it later," commanded the Alien Commander, "Now let the professional do their jobs."
In an outdoor Octalian market, Zack, Melissa and Cavenpuss were strolling around and picked out some souvernirs while they were there. Everyone recognized them as the hero's friends who had fought alongside him in order to protect this planet.
Cavenpuss, on the other hand, had to wear a coat and hid himself under it. He knew his appearance would scare the people off, and more disaster was the last thing he wanted. How thoughtful he was.
"Look! A music counter. Let's check it out!" Zack offered. Melissa agreed and all of them went for some local CDs.
"It's an honor to have you as our customers," the clerk said. "We have some unique tastes of music. But first, why don't you try your taste of music first, my boy?"
"My taste of music?" Zack raised an eyebrow.
"Well duh. Hear this!" the clerk took out a CD and put it on the radio.
By the cover, he had already known what kind of CD this is about.
"Oh no…" he muttered, before the song making him embarassed and proud for his entire life played.
"I know you're pining. But every cloud has got a silver lining," Melissa sang along, purposely teasing him.
"You like that?" the clerk informed. "We have just invested music on Earth for a few minutes, and I gotta say, this is a phenomenon! That video has reached two million views on Octalitube after an hour!"
"Woohoo, my friend has just got famous on another planet," Melissa cheered.
At least this was not a bad reputation, so Zack took it gladly, "I graciously accept it."
"How is that even possible?" the hybrid platypus said. "I mean, two million views in sixty minutes? Am I the only one to be doubtful about this?!"
"Trust me! We have never seen a social phenomenon like it before. And can you tell me who you are?"
Melissa embarassedly took him away from the clerk's view, "He's…uh, he's just a talkative small… man."
He thought Cavenpuss was scared of him however, "Aw… feeling shy, I see."
He reached closer to him and unveal his coat, revealing the true face of a platypus with Cavendish's head.
He remained silent.
Other Octalians remained silent.
Zack and Melissa looked at each other, worried.
"AH!" the clerk yelled, "HE'S AN ABOMINATION!"
Other Octalians yelled, running and scattering around as far as possible, leaving an empty market with only Zack, Melissa and Cavenpuss.
"Well, what do you know?" the abomination sighed, "Yet another floss of Octalians being afraid of me again."
Cavenpuss sat down and didn't know what to do. He just wanted to live normal like any other people on the galaxy. But no matter how hard he tried, he would still be an abomination, no more, no less.
He turned his face down and sobbed. That worried Melissa.
"Cheer up, pal," Zack put a hand on his small shoulder. "I find it funny to be honest. Besides, you are one unique person to us. You can just ignore them and live on."
"No, Zack. That's not a way," the girl whispered.
"Melissa?"
"That's not a way! Don't you see how sad he is right now?" Melissa said. "He's just a platypus, he can't think much and handle that much. What if he was so heartbroken that he would never want to live anymore?"
"I DO!" Cavenpuss exclaimed and cover his face, sobbing.
"This is a true matter, Zack!" she continued. "I know what we are going to do today. Let's convince the Octalians that Cavenpuss is not as abominable as they think he is!"
"Yeah! If that's what you are trying to do, then I'm with you!" the boyband determined, high-fiving Melissa.
"I appreciate that, but how are we going to do that?" Cavenpuss questioned.
"First, we need to find Milo," she instructed. "But where is Milo by the way?"