A series of stories of the everyday life of the character's of Phineas and Ferb. Some cute, some horrible, some just plain MANLY.
Inspired by many of the fanfiction here especially Lowrider and EmperorDoofenshmirtz.
Iunno how TvTrope fits in but it was one major factor me me writing this fanfition...(series of drabbles)
Thank you for your time and most importantly I hope you enjoy the read.
Note: This story is after "Dude Were Getting The Band Together" and before "Isabella and The Tower of Sap".
Kindness, like a boomerang, always returns. ~Author Unknown
Engrossed in his books Baljeet felt like the Tri-State Area Public Library was his second home. The environment was to his liking: cold stone marble exterior, the nice blue rugs, and most importantly silence. Nothing puts his mind at rest with those factors and a stack of his favorite books to read especially after Phineas and Ferb's unrealistically possible activities. Today's activity was the debate over what professional subtype would best each other: A pirate or a ninja? A few arguments later and Baljeet found himself dressed in a black ninja garb participating in what spectators called the 'Suburban Ninja VS Pirate Battle Royale'. It even had its own pay-per view channel and everything. How the settlement ended was a complete mystery as a flash of bright light returned their clothing to normal and erased any trace of the battlefield. He never questioned why it disappeared but simply accepted it. Though it might have been his imagination but, he swore he saw a man in a pharmacist coat screaming out "CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUSS". However that seemed too silly even for his standards.
'Sometimes I wonder if I should purchase life insurance with all these life threatening activities I go on' Baljeet thought to himself as he realized he was no longer reading his book.
He took this moment to ease off the book. He casually stretched out of his chair and let a satisfying feeling go through his stiff body. Instead of dwelling back to his book he partook on his 4th favorite hobby: Reading people. You heard this narrator right. When Baljeet isn't reading books he reads people. Ever since he signed up for the Up Coming World Leaders Program he was taught to show confidence, grow out a reliable network, and read facial and body signs during conversations.
Bored Baljeet scanned the premises. He watched two old ladies, who he presumed are regulars visitors of the library, diligently reading their old paperback books. They seemed to be enjoying themselves from what he can tell. Next his eyes went to the librarian, Sherman, and from Baljeet's perspective Sherman looked quite stressed. He had books piled up higher than his usual load and was typing in the keyboard dissatisfied. Obviously he looked like he is having tech problems. He didn't pay mind to Sherman's frustration. He was to suppose to enjoy the rest of his day after all and surely someone else will help him. Someone always does. He soon continued scanning the room only to be halted by the familiar young girl next to Sherman. She looked like she was equally stressed and quite depressed. It didn't take long for him to recognize her as one of Fireside girl scouts among Isabella's posse.
"Mr. Swampy sir can you please please please help me find this book! I've looked everywhere but, I can't find it." Ginger pleaded. "The Fireside girls are going to be helping the LiL Sparks on their 'Novel Appreciation Patch' and I can't do that without that book." Hoping her sympathetic story would motivate the librarian to move.
He glanced at her sorrowfully as he did a double take on the computer. "You can call me Sherman and second Im sorry lil girl but, the system down and I sort of have been backlogged with the returns since I have to do everything in paper."
"Please Mr. Sherman." The young lad was now rolling out the big guns: puppy eyes and a frown that can melt steel. But alas no avail as Sherman just gave her a sorrowful look and an even more depressed look as he directed his eyes toward his work load.
"I need to get this done before the library closes. I'm very sorry miss."
With those final words she finally accepted defeat.
"U-umm if you don't mind I could try to see what's wrong with your system, I'm pretty good at computers."
The two focused on the origin of the voice and who else but none other than Baljeet. Sherman gave a doubtful look at Baljeet considering he is a child but, heck why not give the kid a shot. Any progress is better than no progress after all. He quietly nodded giving Baljeet the approval of helping him fix his dilemma as he moved aside to give him space to work on. To Sherman's surprise Baljeet was able to not only locate the source of the problem, but even found out that the library's computer lacked a proper security program and installed one for him all in the course of 5 minutes.
"Wow im pretty amazed kid maybe when you're old enough you can apply here I'd happily give you th-" Shermans proposal was interrupted with a staged cough or two coming from the young fireside girl.
"So you can help me find my book now? The Book Thief by Markus Zusak" she asked now filled with hope.
'Isn't that a bit dark to read to Lil Sparks' Baljeet thought to himself.'
"Uhhh…. Oh! Sure thing little Miss." typing soon followed his words and then an awkward silence, but regained his composure. "My deepest apologies little miss but, it seems the book you're looking for is checked out by a Mr …Van Stomm?" As Baljeet was shocked to even imagine Buford reading a book the young girl was back to her depressed state.
"I see…sorry for wasting your time then." She said attempting a sincere smile for what it's worth while hiding her bellowed mood.
"Maybe next time little miss." Sherman knows he couldn't do anything else and his work pile was only getting bigger he began back to work. On the corner of his eye he watched as the small girl turned her back and proceeded to the exit.
"W-wait you said you needed a copy of The Book Thief right? Well I have a copy with me at my house. I'll happily let you borrow it for your event." Baljeet offered. To the girl his words were a godsend and with no response she hugged the unsuspected donator with gusto. Apparently Baljeet would soon learn that this was one of many bear level hugs for futures to come.
"By the way my name is Ginger, if Isabella haven't told you." The perky asian girl said with a more eased expression and even one would hint a light attraction towards him.
"I'm Baljeet, if Phineas haven't told you yet." He gave his late introduction with a smile not knowing that he shared a common trait with Phineas: oblivion over affection.
As they both walked towards the exits smiles on both their faces it put Sherman's mind at rest and chuckled as he inputted the returned books into the computer. "Who said chivalry was dead?" A small smile formed in his face of the thought.
…And then he thought what the rest of the summer hold in store.