A/N: So sorry for not updating for a long time now, but I just got back from Chicago, and I'm trying to update as quickly as possible. Sorry to keep you waiting.
Disclaimer: No matter how much I try, I will never own Phineas and Ferb or Jumanji.
Chapter 6:
Old Games Bring Back Memories
As soon as the three of them carried Isabella back across the street to their house, and Isabella had woken up, she immediately called her psychiatrist so she could convince herself that this wasn't happening. "Leave a message and the doctor will call you back at his earliest convenience." said the automated voice in Isabella's ear. "Dr. Doofenshmirtz, Isabella Whittle calling." said Isabella, with a worried tone in her voice "If you could call me back as soon as you can…I think we need to schedule another meeting. That event we've been discussing for a long time now…the one that didn't really happen…I'm having an episode here with the little boy that didn't really disappear. I'm sitting in his living room drinking lemonade. If you could call me, I'd really be interested in your interpretation. Thank you so much, bye."
Isabella hung up the phone and said to Phineas, who was sitting on the opposite couch with Marie and Thomas, "He'll call me back ten minutes before the hour." Phineas smiled a sarcastic smile and said "Great! And while we're waiting…" He pulled out the game and set it on top of the coffee table between the two couches. Isabella took one look at the game, jumped out of her seat, and started running around the living room saying "No, no, no, no!" Phineas got up and grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to calm her down. "Isabella, please!" he said. Isabella looked him squarely in the face and said "I have spent over 42 hours in therapy convincing myself that that game doesn't exist. What happened to you was so awful, and they thought I had made up the whole thing!" "Isabella," said Phineas "it was awful, it really was. But denying that it ever happened isn't going to make it any better. It was real. R-E-A-L, real." "No, no, no. it wasn't real." said Isabella "Your father murdered you and chopped you up into little pieces!" Phineas couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Come on, Isabella. My dad did that?" he said, amused "My father could barely hug me, let alone cut me into pieces." He led Isabella by her hand over to the couch, where she reluctantly sat down. Phineas unfolded the game on the coffee table, and said, in a soothing voice, "Twenty-six years ago, we started playing a little game. Now we're all gonna sit down…and we're gonna finish it." He turned to Isabella and said "And guess what?" he placed the dice in her hand "It's your turn." Isabella looked at the dice in her hand and said "No!" "Play the game." Said Phineas, his voice growing stern now. "No, no, no!" said Isabella. Phineas realized that she wasn't going to roll the dice, no matter how hard he tried. "Alright," he said, holding out his hand, "then just give me the dice and go home. You don't have to play if you don't want to." Isabella's expression changed into a mixture of surprise and gratefulness. "Oh, thank you, Phineas." She said, and she tried to give him back the dice, but as soon as she dropped the dice, Phineas' hand moved out from underneath hers, so that the dice landed on the board!
Isabella gasped as she processed what had just happened, and Phineas started to laugh because he didn't think she'd fall for that one. As Isabella's token moved across the board, she shrieked "Phineas! How could you do that!?" "It's the law of the jungle, Isabella. You'll get used to it." Isabella looked down at the game and saw that words had formed inside Jumanji. She bent down and read them aloud. "They grow much faster than bamboo, take care or they'll come after you." She read. Suddenly, a vine started growing rapidly out of the wall. They all stood up and looked around the room to see that there were vines growing all over the place! "Oh, no." said Isabella "Please tell me this isn't happening." "Oh, it's happening, Isabella." Said Phineas. Then, bright purple flowers started blooming on the vines. "Wow," said Marie "They're beautiful." "Oh, yeah, they're beautiful." Said Phineas "Don't touch the purple ones, they shoot poisonous barbs." As Phineas was talking, unbeknownst to anyone, a vine slithered underneath the rug and started wrapping itself around Thomas' leg! "And especially stay away from the pods." Said Phineas "The big, yellow ones." "What big, yellow ones?" asked Marie. Suddenly, the vine that was around Thomas' leg yanked back, taking Thomas with it!
"Thomas!" they all shouted, as Thomas was dragged underneath the rug, and towards a large cupboard. Quickly, Isabella and Marie each grabbed one of Thomas' arms and started pulling him away from the cupboard. As they kept pulling, out of the cupboard came a big, yellow pod that Phineas mentioned before! Phineas ran over to the fireplace and picked up a glass case that had a long sword in it. He looked at the plaque for a split-second and said "Sorry, Angus." before throwing the case to the ground, breaking it, and taking out the sword. He ran back over to Thomas and yelled "Harvest time!" Then, he cut the vine that was pulling Thomas towards the man-eating flower. The plant made a sound like it was in pain, then slunk back into the cupboard. As they all started to calm down, Isabella turned to Phineas and said ""Harvest time"? Really?" "What?" said Phineas "It seemed appropriate at the time."
Sorry if you think the chapter's too short, but I'm exhausted and I'm just gonna stop here for now. But if you liked it, please R&R!
