Okay, this chapter was posted late one weekend. But it's still the weekend (at least, where I live). But let's get to more important matters, such as the disclaimer. You know, where I come out and say that I do not own Phineas and Ferb. Ray, Mr. Crook, and any other unfamiliar characters, however, I do own. They are my creations. They do what I want (well, so do the PnF characters, since I wrote this story, but whatever).
Thanks to 14AmyChan for her beta services.
"Looks like I need to go to Danville," he murmured to himself, looking over the papers he had just been handed. "To meet a man named Phineas Flynn."
Early one summer morning, a white RV pulled up in front of the Flynn-Fletcher house uninvited. The door opened and a fifteen year old boy with messy brown hair stepped out, accompanied by his nature-loving sister and both parents. The boy looked up expectantly at his parents, who nodded.
"Go ahead," his mom said. "I'm sure they can't wait to see you."
The boy's face lit up, and he dashed to the door and rang the bell.
A redheaded teenager, the same age as the young boy, answered the door, and stepped back in surprise.
"Django?!" he screamed. "Is that you?!"
"In the flesh," the boy replied. "Good to see you, too, Phineas."
Phineas let Django in, then rushed up to his room, calling his stepbrother's name over and over again as he did so.
"Ferb," he yelled, overjoyed. "Ferb! Ferb! Guess what?"
Ferb looked up from his book, wondering what could make his brother so happy.
"Django's here!" Phineas proclaimed, throwing open the door and running into the room, fetching his brother.
That, indeed, was cause for celebration. Ferb dropped his book and ran down the stairs right behind the triangle-headed boy to greet the brown-haired boy who they hadn't seen since they were eleven.
Django was waiting for the two boys in the living room when they got down.
"Ferb!" he called, upon seeing the green-haired boy. "Man, it's been such a long time."
"Yes," the Brit agreed. Over the years, he had learned to talk more, though he still spoke very little in comparison to Phineas.
"Four years," Ferb continued. "And we haven't even thought about paying you a visit in San Diego."
"Actually," Django corrected. "It's Los Angeles."
"Oh," Phineas said, chuckling. "Good thing we didn't try, then, huh?"
Django laughed with his friend. "Yeah."
"Anyways," the redhead continued. "What brings you here on this fine summer day?"
"We're going on a road trip to New York," Django explained, holding up a ticket. "N.Y.C.F.C. play their first game ever in a week, so we're spending a few days in Danville, then heading off to catch the game."
"N.Y.C.F.C.?" Phineas asked.
"New York City Football Club," Django clarified. "They're a new MLS team."
For some reason, Phineas laughed at this.
"And I always thought Ferb was the biggest soccer fan!" he said.
"Yeah," Django agreed. "But then I moved in right next to the Galaxy's stadium."
"So how long are you here?" Ferb asked, changing the subject. He didn't like to be thought of as second, especially when it came to soccer. Still, the Brit wanted to spend a good time with their recently reunited friend.
"I think four days," responded Django, causing Phineas' eyes to widen.
"Four days?" he screamed. "We gotta get going, man! Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!"
With that, Phineas dashed out the door into the backyard.
"Nothing's changed, huh?" Django asked Ferb quietly, as the two followed Phineas outside.
"Nope," the Brit responded. "Not even Isabella."
The brown-haired kid slapped himself in the head.
"They're still not together?!" he yelled in disbelief.
Ferb nodded.
"Man, I thought for sure Isabella would've gotten through to him by now!"
Ferb nodded again. "Some things never change."
Just then, Phineas poked his head back inside.
"Hey, Django," he asked. "Would your parents mind if we used their RV? Don't worry, it'll still be able to take you guys to New York."
"Go ahead," said Django. "My mom and dad are mingling with the other parents at Isabella's house."
Django's statement was soon confirmed when Linda walked past the boys with a smile on her face.
"Hey boys!" she called. "Guess what? The Browns are in town!"
It was then that she seemed to notice Django. Her face turned red.
"Oh," she said, and let out a chuckle. "I guess you do know. Oh well, your father and I are off to Vivian's to mingle with the parents."
And she walked out the door with her husband.
The front door was opened again almost as soon as it closed, and in walked Django's sister, Jenny.
"You guys haven't seen Candace, have you?" she asked.
The boys didn't need to answer, for the door was, once again, slammed open. This time, it was the girl in question, Candace herself, that burst through.
"Jenny!" she screamed, enveloping her old friend in a hug.
"Whoa," said Jenny, pushing Candace off her. "That better not be a wool shirt you're wearing."
Candace laughed. "Relax, girl, it's one hundred percent cotton."
Jenny relaxed, only to find Candace dragging her out the door.
"Come on, girl!" she screamed. "Jeremy can't wait to see you!"
Again, Jenny pulled away, her look incredulous. "Whoa," she said. "Jeremy?"
"Yeah," Candace replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I thought you knew we were married."
Before Jenny could send out another protest, Candace had gotten Jenny into the car and driven off.
Django looked at his friends again. "So it's Candace Johnson now, huh?"
"Yep," Phineas replied with a smile.
Django chuckled. "I guess some things did change while I was gone."
"Yes," the redhead enthusiastically agreed. "Yes they did."
What better time than this for Isabella to enter the house? But that was what happened next, as the teenage girl entered the living room.
"Whatcha doin'?" she asked, and, for once, she didn't need an answer, as she saw a third person in the living room with her crush and his stepbrother.
Isabella turned to Phineas. "Is that... Django?"
"Who else?" Phineas replied with a laugh.
"No way!" Django said. "Isabella!"
"Django!"
No sooner had the two exchanged greetings, however, than sounds could be heard from the entranceway.
Immediately, Phineas, Ferb, and Isabella shoved Django into the kitchen and out of sight. And just in time, too, as Baljeet and Buford walked into the living room.
"Hey, Dinner Bell!" the bully yelled. "What's going on? And what's the RV doing out front?"
Phineas ran up to them, beaming. "Buford! Baljeet! You'll never believe it!"
"We will never believe what?" the nerd asked. Another thing that had changed over the years was Baljeet's fear of contractions. Though he still refrained from using them, mostly out of habit, he no longer flinched when he heard one. The Indian boy had taken control of his reactions, to some extent.
Just then, Irving slammed the front door open and dashed inside, an eager look dominating his face.
"My spy cameras are showing that Django's here! Where is he? Where is he?"
Irving began frantically lifting up the cushions on the couch, looking for Django. Finally, he tipped over the couch itself, completely unaware that Django had walked back in from the kitchen and was standing right behind him. That detail, however, did not go unnoticed by Buford and Baljeet.
"Django!" Buford screamed, embracing the boy in a hug - sorry, a friendly death grip.
"Hey Buford!" Django said, returning the gesture. Then, lifting his free hand up to wave at the Indian boy, he added, "Hey Baljeet!"
Finally, Irving turned around, and saw the brown-haired kid.
"It really is you!" he said, reaching out his hands and feeling the boy all over, to make sure he was real. Needless to say, this made Django extremely uncomfortable.
"Uhh... hey, Irving," he said, cautiously. "It's, um, good to see you, too."
Irving squealed, and, pulling the couch back to its original position and replacing the cushions, sat down on it. But everyone was granted only a moment's rest by the stalker, as he almost immediately turned to Phineas and asked him a question.
"What are you guys going to do today?"
"It's funny you should ask," the redhead replied, a huge grin quickly developing across his face. "I was just about to get to that."
Later that day...
Phineas screwed in the last bolt of the wheel and looked up, an excited grin enveloping his face.
"You guys finished over there yet?" he called.
"Yep," Isabella called back. "The stabilizer is fully functional."
"Steering is ready," said Buford.
"I have finished the safeguarding," added Baljeet.
"Vortex assembly, complete," confirmed Irving.
"Location lock is up and running," yelled Django.
Ferb looked at Phineas and gave him the thumbs up.
"Great," said Phineas, abound with excitement. "Let's get going, then!"
The seven teenagers had just finished modifying the RV Django had arrived in, although you would never know it at a glance. Actually, the kids barely made any modifications. All they really did was add an upgrade to it.
"Come on, guys!" Phineas said, waving everyone into the improved car.
"Umm, Phineas?" Django asked. "I've had enough driving around in the past week."
Django was still unsure of what upgrades Phineas had added. Or at least, the full extent of them.
Phineas just smiled. "Don't worry, Django. This will be nothing like any road trip you've ever been on."
"Why?"
"Because Ferb's driving."
Ferb held up his driver's license to show that he was, indeed, qualified to drive the RV. Django felt his jaw go slack. Since when—?
"Did you forget that he turned sixteen last month?" Phineas asked. "Now get in, man! History doesn't wait."
Django began to reluctantly step into the RV, then stopped short.
"Wait, did you say history?"
"Yeah," Phineas explained. "This RV can safely drive through any point in history. Now get in!"
Django was still hesitant. He had, after all, been in the RV longer than anyone else, and was getting tired of it.
"Didn't Candace try doing something like that once? And didn't she mess up, big time?"
"Already accounted for," replied Phineas. "The safeguard we added allows us to change whatever we want back in time, and it won't affect the future."
"But what if you, like, killed the president?"
"Dude, don't worry," Phineas responded. "As soon as we leave, history will revert itself to the way it was and is supposed to be, as if we were never there."
That convinced Django, and he sat down in his seat and buckled himself in.
"Eeeee," Irving squealed, as Ferb turned on the engine. "I'm going on an adventure with Phineas and Ferb!"
With that, a vortex emerged from the center of the RV, and engulfed the vehicle entirely, leaving behind an empty street.
Django opened a closet in the RV and pulled out a guitar. He tossed a tambourine to Isabella, and an accordion to Buford. Immediately, the three began playing a tune, similar to what most people would call a typical trucking song. Phineas picked up the beat, and began singing the lyrics as they came to him.
If you ask me what our destination is
I'll answer in a rather cryptic tone
I'll say we need a science fiction whiz
And a little bit of home on the road
You see, I've walked across the dusty surface of the planet Mars
I've traveled 'round the world and I've ventured through the stars
I've undertaken epic quests on a pirate ship
But I still have yet to take a good old-fashioned road trip... through time
We're going on a road trip through time
It's really sublime, we're on a road trip through time
We'll check out Ancient Greece and then we'll see medieval France
We'll visit mother England or attend a '50s dance
Maybe we'll go to China and help build that Great Wall
But there's still much more to do, yeah, that ain't all
We're on a road trip through time
That's right, we're on a road trip through time
I'm feeling mighty fine, we're on a road trip through time
There's so much to do
It's a history zoo
We've got years to explore
And there'll always be more...
From the Aztec to the Inca
Macchu Picchu, Costa Rica
Then we'll take our trip due Eastward
And we'll meet Augustus Caesar
See dinosaurs in the foliage
Or Columbus's great voyage
Watch the Wright brothers take first flight
Or Attila and the Huns' might
The journey of Marco Polo
See Napoleon go solo
It's our first road trip, and I'm sure there'll be another
And the best part is, we'll be back in time for supper
On our road trip through time
How do you like our road trip through time?
It's one of a kind, this special road trip through time
We'll see the glorious rise and mighty fall of Ancient Rome
Then we'll go back ten thousand years and make some tools from stone
Vikings in Scandinavia or Egyptians on the Nile
And we've still got time to go another mile
On our road trip through time
A historical road trip through time
Both body and mind are on this road trip through time
There's so much to do throughout history
From things that we know to a mystery
Empires and civilizations
Great fires, majestic creations
India to Spain
In sunshine or rain
We've got so much to do
On our road trip through...
TIME!
While Phineas proudly proclaimed that last word, Ferb and the others sang their own line, as a backup: On our road trip through time!
After that, the guitar on the radio struck a final chord, and the song ended.
Everyone laughed.
"So, where should we go?" asked Phineas.
Isabella immediately gave her verdict.
"How about Paris, 1887?" she offered. "That's when they built the Eiffel Tower."
"All right," said Phineas, after no one else offered a suggestion. Everybody had their own idea, of course, but, unbeknownst to Phineas, they didn't want to get in between Isabella and even the slightest chance at romance with him - it wouldn't end well for them.
"Paris it is, then."
And the RV headed back to 1887, to Paris. But that, like the rest of the road trip, is a story for another day.
Finally, the seven kids had their fair share of blasts from the past and warped back home only an hour after they began their trip.
"That was awesome!" Django yelled. "Man, I haven't had that much fun since-"
"Since when?" Isabella asked.
"Since I moved away," Django finished, suddenly struck with the realization of exactly how much he had been missing out on.
"Don't worry," said Phineas, putting an arm around his friend's shoulder. "I promise we'll build something that you can take back to L.A. with you. Probably a teleportation device of some kind, so you can come over whenever you want."
Django smiled. "Thanks, Phineas. You're the best."
"Yes," Isabella agreed enthusiastically. "Yes he is."
Just then, an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind them.
"Phineas Flynn?"
Phineas froze. "Ferb was driving, I swear! We did nothing wrong, mister!"
The man laughed. "I'm sure he was," he said. "But that's not why I came here."
Phineas turned around to see another boy, who looked the same age as himself. He wore skinny jeans that were so ragged and torn one might guess that the ancient moths of Sumeria feasted upon them. His blue, short sleeved t-shirt that had the word HERO printed across the front in yellow letters that matched his hair, which was as outlandish as Ferb's green locks. Yet the boy's hair was entirely natural, right down to the four "spikes" sticking out in different directions, making his hair seem twice as big as his head. But, like Phineas, he looked rather normal, despite his eccentricities, in a way that can only be accomplished through animation.
"I'm Ray," the boy said, extending a hand towards Phineas. "I'm here to show you and your friends to what many call paradise."
For those of you about to look up that song, you won't find it. Yep, it is 100% original, just like Ray. For those of you wondering what happened on that "road trip through time", I might - might - make another story about that, but I didn't want to write it in here because it would take this story too far off course. This is about the Beacons, not the past. Hence the name. That said, you are all cordially invited to not only read, but review.