Phineas woke up to see Ferb on the computer in their room checking his myspace page. "Hey, Ferb, how are you feeling?" he asked as he was looking over his shoulder.
Ferb looked up at him and smiled. "I think I'm over it," he said.
Phineas felt his brother's forehead, just like Candace had taught him to do years ago. "Well, you don't feel warm," he concluded.
"I don't feel sick, either," Ferb said.
"Well, that's good!" Phineas said. He and his brother bother looked back to the screen. Ferb had two friend invites and one message, all from the same people Phineas had last night. Last night Phineas remembered.
"Ferb, go to youtube, I've got to show you something I found last night!" Phineas said. Ferb opened up a new window and typed in youtube. com. Phineas sat down next to Ferb in the swivel chair and took the keyboard in his own lap. Then he searched in the search engine "Weird Al" Yankovic.
"'Weird Al' what?" Ferb asked.
"Yankovic," Phineas said, "'Weird Al' Yankovic."
"Who is that?" Ferb asked.
"Only the funniest music artist ever!" Phineas said. The page that he had up last night came on the screen. Phineas leaned back to let his brother have control of the mouse. Ferb scrolled down the page scanning the list of song titles.
"Is he a parody artist?" Ferb asked.
"Some, but half of his stuff is his original work," Phineas answered.
Ferb saw one that caught his eye. "'You're Pitiful'? Could that be a parody of 'You're Beautiful'?" Ferb asked.
"I don't know, I haven't gotten that far," Phineas said.
Ferb looked up the date it was made. "This was when 'You're beautiful' was the most hated song in England," he said. He clicked on it, and saw an animated guy sitting cross-legged. After a false start, he started singing this:
My life is brilliant
Your life's a joke
You're just pathetic
You're always broke
Your home and Star Trek uniform
Really ain't impressing me
You're suffering from delusions of adequacy
You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
Never had a date t
That you couldn't inflate
And you smell repulsive, too
What a bummer being you
Well you just can't dance
And forget romance
Everybody you know still calls you
Farty pants
But you always have a job
Well, I mean
As long as you still can work that slurpy machine
You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
You're half undressed
Eating chips of your chest
While you're playing "Halo II"
No one's classier than you
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
Loser
You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
Your dog would much rather
Play fetch by itself
You still live with your mom
And you're forty-two
Guess you'll never grow a clue
Well, it just sucks to be you
By the end of the song, Phineas was laughing hysterically and so was Ferb.
"I told you he was awesome!" Phineas said. Ferb nodded. "After breakfast I'll show you some more."
Ferb nodded and got offline; the two boys hurriedly got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. No one was in there, so they poured themselves some cereal. They both couldn't wait to be done so that they could get back online.
