Wow! More than two reviewers! I feel awesome! Especially since this is my first published story about Phineas and Ferb. My other ones were... Uh... Very weird. So anyway, I just realized what a pain school is. Yeah, I know, took me 5 (and a couple of months of) school years to finally realize that. I'm just happy though that since I'm still in elementary school, I'm not flooded with huge amounts of homework. :D


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Phineas' POV:
May 15th, Flynn Residence's backyard 2006

"Alright then, Ferb! What do you want to do today? I got blueprints of moving pinatas, floating coins, and levitation sticks." I said, pointing to each one with some random spare stick I found on the ground. Ferb then pulled out three blueprints he probably made on his own.

"Nice! You got a multi-taste lollipop, a weather changer machine, and a sculpture maker!" I exclaimed, pointing at each one with the same stick.

"Hey Phineas, watcha doin'?" asked a familiar voice using a familiar catchphrase. I looked up to see Isabella smiling at me.

"We're still planning! I'm leaning on moving pinatas and multi-taste lollipops." I explained.

"We're?" questioned Isabella.

"Yeah! Ferb and I!" I exclaimed.

"Ferb can build things too?" asked Isabella. I nodded enthusiastically.

"He modified couch cushions so that they could fly! I wonder why I haven't thought of that yet." I said. The cushions were genius!

"Well, I think that moving pinatas and multi-taste lollipops are great ideas." complimented Isabella. I then noticed she was a little sad.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"Well... Uh... I can't find my puppy, Pinky." explained Isabella, "I just got him yesterday and... He could be anywhere in Danville! I'm really worried, Phineas."

"Alright then, we'll help you! Hey, maybe we can create this huge spaceship with an awesome tracker beam like in those movies! Oh or maybe use the Deoxyribonucleic acid samples of Pinky's fur to create a very smelly dogfood that only attracts Pinky! Or-" I started.

"Or we can make an electronic dog that can scan Danville for puppies." offered Isabella.

"Yeah, that too. Ferb, I know what we're going to do today. Isabella, you and Lil' Sparks in the meantime prepare posters!" I stated.

"Right!" agreed Isabella as she rushed off, probably to tell the members of Lil' Sparks about her problem.

"Let's get working!" I grinned. We began to draw blueprints for the electronic dog. I added suggestions for the materials while Ferb tells me which screw is needed to be placed so that the whole thing would be stable. In a blink of an eye, we finished the planning and already began ordering the parts for the mechanical dog.

"Aren't you a little too young to be using these kinds of metals?" asked the truck delivery man.

"Yes, yes I am." I said as I signed his form. We then went to work by building the base. I began to check the blueprint to see if everything is in order.

"Hey! What are you two doing?" asked Candace, hands on her hips.

"Making a robotic dog with spy cameras so we can find Isabella's puppy. Want to help?" I asked.

"No way! I'm going to tell mom! Plus, I'll use the power of friendship to do it!" shouted Candace, rushing out of the backyard. I glanced at Ferb.

"Aren't you suppose to be with your friends to use the power of friendship?" I asked as Candace was out of hearing range. Ferb shrugged and we both went back to work.


Candace's POV:
May 15th, Flynn Residence's backyard 2006

The moment I reached home I grabbed my Ducky Momo plushie and began to watch Ducky Momo. I'm kind of like in the age where kids stop watching this, but honestly, stop watching the best show I've ever seen? I believe that what you're telling me to do is impossible. As the ending credits went on screen, I nearly cried. Ducky Momo used the power of friendship to save his little friend ducklings that were trying to learn how to swim! How sad! Maybe I should do that when my friends are in trouble...

The sound of hammering broke my train of thought. There could only be one person that are capable of doing such noise in my backyard. Phineas. Ooh, he's so busted! Rushing to the backyard, to my surprise, I saw Ferb hammering and Phineas checking out the blueprint he probably drew.

"Hey! What are you two doing?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

"Making a robotic dog with spy cameras so we can find Isabella's puppy. Want to help?" asked Phineas. Seriously! Why can't he act his age? Normal kids would just either cry about it or put up posters. Why can't I have a normal six-year old boy as a brother? As amazing as what he's doing is, it's dangerous! Why did... dad taught him how to use a screwdriver in the first place?

"No way! I'm going to tell mom! Plus, I'll use the power of friendship to do it!" I shouted, rushing out of the backyard. If Ducky Momo can teach his friend ducklings how to swim, then I can bust my six-year old brother for creating something that's near-impossible! Now that I think about it, I wonder which of the two is stranger. Shooking my head, I entered the garage and grabbed my bicycle. I then began to pedal. The Antique Convention may be far from Googolplex Mall, but it's less far from my house. I really do wish that my mom would let me have a cellphone. She says that I need to be more responsible and control myself. I can control myself perfectly! Deep in my thoughts, I peddaled all the way to the Antique Convention.


Linda's POV:
May 15th, Road 2006

It was only a 30 minute drive. We asked a couple of questions to each other to keep ourselves occupied.

"So... How's your kids?" asked Lawrence (which I figured out when I asked him for his name), nearly stuttering again. I find it cute how he blushes.

"Well, Candace is 12 years old, soon 13. I'm planning on buying her a cellphone for her birthday. Phineas is six. That's the same age as your son, Ferb, right?" I asked.

"Oh, uh yes. Ferb is six years old..." mumbled Lawrence.

"I believe that you enjoy antiques?" I asked, trying to raise some more conversation.

"Oh yes I certainly do. I believe that every single antique has an amazing backstory to them, and that each should be cherished." said Lawrence. When he realized he's babbling about antiques again, he blushed and focused on the road.

"So do I! I think every single detail holds a certain meaning." I exclaimed. There was silence...

"Where... Where does your husband work at?" asked Lawrence. I felt my breath hitch. I then looked out the window to see that we're at the antique convention.

"We're here!" I exclaimed. Lawrence parked the car and we came out of it.


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I know that my chapters are getting shorter as the days go by. Next Chapter I'm going to be planning a lot. With school, let us see if I can pull it off. I honestly feel disappointed on how small these chapters are getting. Just wait until the weekends, then I'll be writing big again ^^

Ah, the power of friendship. Those were the good days where I believed everything those kid shows said. I would be like 'Stop, in the name of friendship!' Then I would get hit by my brother for acting so dumb XO

See you around and please review!

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