I may have details about the show wrong, and for that I apologize, I tried to be generic just in case. Characters and story belong to Disney Channel except for the characters in the future I created.

Feedback is loved. I had fun with this story and I hope to share it. I mean, my thought for this was that there was a practical and much dweebier way to get Phil back to the past that would make more sense. So thus brought about this fic.

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The director of the Temporal Research and Preservation Department was completely swamped that 3rd of May 2123 as a shy, little known face poked into the room. Most of the others at the department weren't she if she was an intern or something to be taken more seriously, but there had been a time she was taken seriously. In the last year or so, however, she had been forgotten.

"Mr. Magbojos?" she squeaked just barely loud enough to be heard.

The director looked up, and as she had feared, he appeared to be rather stressed. She knew this was not going to help him at all.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm Agent Yne Davis." After recognition failed to cross his features she added, "I'm in the Department for Temporal Misuse." Trepidation managed to cross his features this time. Yne braced herself, "I specialize in the… Diffy Department."

Mr. Magbojos ran a tired hand over his face, "please have a seat Agent Davis," he instructed as he prepared himself for the worst. "Give it to me straight."

"Well, according to my research, they should be returning to our time sometime this month," Yne stated.

"Well it's about time!" the director started to stand up but halted as the agent continued.

"Sir, I must remind you before you do anything drastic," Yne inserted, "Lloyd Diffy is an Engineer, not a physicist, he probably has no idea that two years have past here and that the 'Thanks to the Diffys Law' was passed in the meantime."

Magbojos sighed. The family that single-handedly had made his life a stressed nightmare were finally coming back, so on the bright side that was a lot fewer problems he would have to deal with if the Diffys would work with them. "Any idea where or when they would show up?"

"Well, most likely, sir, they will return their rental time-RV to where they had got it from, I've already notified them to contact us when they do."

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"Ladies and Gentlemen," Lloyd announced, "welcome home!" The time machine reemerged into normal space-time.

Curtis grunted his approval, not having liked the actual trip through subspace at all.

"Are you sure?" Pim demanded, "now that we're here are we sure there isn't ANOTHER reason to turn this bucket of bolts around and go through all that again?"

"No, we're here to stay!" Lloyd responded cheerily.

Out the window was a vista that was so readily familiar, but at the same time, felt so out of place. The setting sun brought out the lights, high-rises, skyscrapers, floating establishments, flying vehicles, skyaks and every other commonplace thing in the Future… no wait, the present.

The reality of the situation finally started to sink in with Phil. He was finally back where he belonged, but he dreaded it. He knew he would, but they belonged here.

In a few minutes the family pulled into the Rental Shop's lot and parked. They started getting ready to unload two years worth of supplies when a loud knock at their RV startled them all.

"Diffys!" bellowed a voice outside of the vehicle, "this is the police!"

"Quick!" Lloyd panicked, "hide the bellybutton lint!" His family responded with unhelpful looks.

"You are not under arrest, but I will need you to accompany us immediately. All of your belongings will be taken care of, but please do not delay."

The Diffys prepared to cooperate as Lloyd pocketed some of the bellybutton lint and Pim pocketed some century-old currency (whose monetary value had increased tremendously).

Outside the RV waited a police force and the Press who immediately started pouring out questions. "What was it like?" "Was it difficult living among primitives?" "Where did you get the caveman from?" "Was this all a result of intentional sabotage against you and your family?" "Are you going to resist the Thanks-to-the-Diffys Law?" "Are you going to fight the new time-travel restrictions?"

They all stood dumbfounded until the police attempted to usher the family away from the Press and into the transporters.