"Alright, so the guy's name is... Well, I forgot, but he has funny coloured hair, so you can't miss him," said Django before sniffing his sandwich. Thick green liquid drooped out of the sandwich. The bread felt as rough as sandpaper and a green scent comically emitted from the food.

Django scrunched up his nose. "This sandwich is disgusting! Wanna trade?"

Phineas's eyes widened, snapping his head around to search the cafeteria, trying to find something else Django could do other than trading his sandwich to him.

Seeing no escape, the boy sighed. "Okay, fine. But you owe me!" He passed his sandwich to Django, who in turn passed his disgusting sandwich back.

Goodbye perfect sandwich. Hello fowl sandwich that is currently dripping all over his hands.

Django brightened up. "Sweet! Thank you so much for your sandwich! Your mom is like, the best chef ever!" He took a big bite out of the sandwich. "Anyway, I told him to meet you in the park at five-ish. You know, two hours after school," he said, mouth still slightly full.

Phineas didn't comment on his lack of manners. "I know when five-ish is," he said instead, a slight twinkle of amusement flickering in his eyes. He then went back to doubting mode, a frown set upon his face. "Are you sure this is a good idea though?"

"I just don't want glitches, Phineas. You got to admit, you get hurt a lot cause of your glitches," said Django, looking away from the other boy. He took a big bite of his food, instantly brightening up. "Man, this is good! You better tell your mom to pack two of these next time!"

"Yeah..." trailed off Phineas, before taking a bite of his 'sandwich'. His eyes widened as he began coughing violently, tossing the sandwich somewhere on the table. People instantly fled from the sight of the dreaded sandwich near them.

"Phineas!" cried out Django, patting the other boy on the back.

Eventually, Phineas slowly ceased coughing. "What is in that sandwich..?" he croaked, watching as some odd liquid dripped from his sandwich. He promptly grabbed it and threw the so-called food in the garbage, wiping the sandwich residue off his hands and on some wall somewhere.

"I dunno," said Django with a shrug, "Your voice though! It sounds really bad!"

"It does?" asked Phineas, wincing slightly as he felt his throat burn. Maybe he should stop talking for a while, but he couldn't help it. "So, why did you got someone that neither of us knows to help on my project?"

"Aww come on, dude!" exclaimed Django, giving him a friendly punch on the shoulder. "What's up? Normally you'd be excited, stranger or not."

Phineas tried not to give Django a surprised look. He didn't think Django would know him that well, especially considering the fact that he ditches him half of the time. "Well... You see... That cardboard box is really important to me, you know?"

Django snorted. "Why? It's just a cardboard box."

Django's lack of caring threw Phineas off. "Yeah... You're right..." lied Phineas, poking the cafeteria table. "I'm going to buy something to eat. Stay right here, okay?"

"You betcha!" exclaimed Django, a smile on his face, "But dude, you seriously got to lay off the talking. I think you might be allergic to the sandwich!"

"I'll be fine," insisted Phineas, trying not to wince as his voice began to crack a bit.

After those words, Phineas stood up and dug out his allowance for the week. He had lots of money, especially after selling many of his inventions. Trudging his way through the sea of people, he managed to find the line for the cafeteria.

Working with someone... What was Django thinking? Sure, working with people could be cool, but not for something this important to him. Well, there's no use helping it.

Speaking of which, Django never specified which park the meeting place was...

Phineas glanced into the cafeteria, right where they were sitting. Unfortunately, Django wasn't there. He looked deeper into the cafeteria to see the brown-haired boy, talking with a whole bunch of other people. The young inventor didn't recognize them. Were they new friends of his? Did Django just ditched him for people he knew for less than a day?

The redhead frowned. He told Django to stay right there!

"Hey, are you buying something or what." The gruff voice of the lunch lady made him turn around. Phineas nodded, and since he remembered he should lay off the talking, he simply pointed towards the burgers.

It appears that he's just going to have to find the park himself.


One hundred and thirty two parks.

Ferb resisted the urge to hit his head against the desk, instead he just stared at the computer with his usual blank face. The screen displayed a map of Danvile, many areas circled in red.

If only Django told him which park it is, or at the very least spare him some details for any general direction to search in. But no, Django assumed he would know which park he must go to. To make matters worse, he doesn't even know how Django's friend looks like!

This is what he gets for making deals with strangers. Next time, wait a month. That's what he should do. America is nothing like England.

Ferb sighed, printing out the map of Danville.

Well, it's worth a shot. A hundred and thirty two parks, here he comes.


Phineas hadn't seen Django after school, so Phineas went straight ahead home. The moment he stepped foot in his beloved yellow household, he marched right up onto the computer and began compiling a list of every single park in Danville.

The redhead raised an eyebrow at most of them. He didn't realize there were so many parks in Danville! Although he was pretty sure many of them are closed... Man, that means that he has to search every single park and mark out the ones that has been demolished, doesn't he?

"Mom, I'm heading out!" shouted Phineas, grabbing his coat. He noted that his voice sounded slightly better, but it was still a little hoarse.

"Phineas?" questioned his mom, Linda. She dashed into the room. "Was that just you who said that?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Linda gasped. "Your voice! Oh Phineas, why does your voice sound so sick? Do you have a fever?" She immediately checked Phineas' forehead.

Phineas laughed. "No mom, I was taking a bite of Django's awful sandwich and I think it messed up my voice. But I'll be fine, it's healing." There's a burning sensation in his throat, but it's still healing.

"Oh no you're not!" said Linda, crossing her arms. "Here, Phineas, I'll go get a pen and a notepad. But no talking, okay? You might permanently damage your vocal cords."

Phineas nodded, idly wondering how a simple bite from a sandwich could turn out this bad.

When his mom returned, Phineas took the pen and notepad then began to write. "I am meeting up with someone. Can I still go?"

"But Phineas, your voice sounds really terrible! Can't you just cancel?" asked Linda, worried look still present in her eyes.

Phineas wrote below his previous note. "I can't cancel. Django planned the whole thing and kind of messed up, so I have to go looking for the other person."

Linda nodded, a look of understanding flooding into her eyes. She didn't understand the situation, but she knew how Phineas is always determined to fix every single one of Django's mistakes. That was a challenge he made up for himself. That boy makes the stupidest challenges ever (not that she would ever admit that out loud), but his ambition is always so inspiring that you can never stop him.

"Well..." started Linda hesitantly, "Okay, but do nothing else but tell the person you're cancelling. No talking! Use the notepad."

Phineas nodded. "Okay mom."

With that, Phineas was off. There were a hundred and thirty two parks to look for a boy that he only knew was his age and funny coloured hair.

Why must he be put in these types of situations?

"Be back before dark!"

Phineas nodded at his mother's cry, before looking at his list he wrote down earlier, labeling all of the parks in Danville.

Here we go.


Well, that ends that. I've finished over a quarter of the requirement (6,412 out of 20,000 words), which makes me really happy! Exactly 13,588 more words to go to finish the requirement! Hahahahahaha why did I take this challenge again?

So hey! Does anyone have any guesses what would happen next? It would be interesting to know, plus guesses actually tells me some things about how I am building the plot. They're really fun to read!

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