Ferb entered the room he and Phineas would share on the ship, and he could see Phineas was now meditating again. Sensing his brother's presence, Phineas spoke, "I'm not really in the mood, Ferb. I just want to meditate and calm down before something else goes wrong."

Ferb just sat on the bed, and his brother just gave up the meditative state. Phineas sat next to him, and he couldn't help but lean a little closer to Ferb. Ferb had noticed this, and he scooted away slightly. Phineas sighed, and he leaned away too.

Sensing Phineas' disappointment, Ferb spoke, "Whot was the name of that Jedi Master on that planet you mentioned earlier?"

"Yoda on Dagobah," Phineas answered, "Luke said he had a vision of Ben Kenobi telling him about him. I don't know if I even want to continue my training as a Jedi anyway. I mean I never wanted to leave Tatooine in the first place. Maybe we should just go home and forget any of this ever happened. I want things to be the way they used to be, where we weren't afraid to talk to each other, where Jedi training wasn't serious and got us in trouble. I want things to…"

Phineas trailed off, not able to find any words. His struggle was noticed by Ferb, and he nodded. Maybe that was the best option right now. If they went back to Tatooine, they wouldn't have to worry about the Empire. If they gave up their Jedi training then at least he wouldn't have to worry about turning to the Dark Side, right? Perhaps this was what was needed for them: to return back to the way things used to be minus the Jedi training. He wondered how Isabella would feel about this decision.

"Ferb? Please? I just-"

Phineas was interrupted by Isabella hollering out to them, "Farm Boy, get out here!"

Phineas and Ferb quickly rushed to the front of the ship to see Isabella sitting in the chair, and everyone had concerned expressions as they stared at the monitor. The monitor read 'Incoming Message'. Isabella gave Phineas a glance, requesting his opinion. Phineas nodded. After all, it would be rude to ignore a message no matter who it was. Isabella nodded back, and she accepted the message. On screen showed Darthenshmirtz with a huge, toothy grin.

"Oh, hello, little Jedi," he spoke, "It's been so long since we've seen each other. We should really catch up some time, chat things out ya know?"

"You-You're that guy that had been frozen in carbonite when Ferb was turned-" Phineas said but was interrupted.

"That's right. I'm that darth who created the inator which you DESTROYED!"

"Um, in my defense, it turned my brother evil-W-wait! You turned my brother to the Dark Side! Y-you're the cause of-"

"Yeah, yeah, the cause of your brother becoming a sith. Whatever, geez, you're a real drama king, kid. Anyway, you blew up my inator! For that you'll pay!"

"Okay, fine, how much did it cost to build?" Phineas asked with a sincere expression, but inside he was snickering.

"Ha, ha, ha," Darthenshmirtz rolled his eyes.

"No, seriously, I'll pay for it. How much do I owe you?"

"Um, how about yourself!"

"Um, don't think I can do that to be honest. Ya see, we're going back home to try and forget about this whole thing, so how about you just forget what happened and move on trying to take over the galaxy another way? Look, I'm sorry I broke your machine, but at the same time I'm kind of not. Apparently I'm a Rebel- -even though I never wanted to get involved with any of this war- -, so I'm automatically against the Empire. Your machine was very dangerous, and could have led to more chaos in the universe, but really the only reason I destroyed it was because my brother would have either destroyed me or turned me to the Dark Side. I didn't mean to start any big epic chain of events that would lead to some guy having a grudge with me-"

"You talk too much. It was no accident! You purposely blew up my inator because you're a Rebel! Why else were you on the Death Star being a distraction?"

Phineas groaned, "Okay, look, this all started because some R2 unit was roaming the Jundland Wastes at night, and we accidentally crashed into it. It just so happened to have dropped a disc that was vital to the Rebels. Ferb and I only meant to return it to them and get back home safely. We were dragged in way more than needed, and my lightsaber was destroyed thanks to your stupid invention."

"Wh-wha-how DARE you call my Sith-Inator stupid?! It didn't seem so stupid when it turned your own brother against you!"

"Fine, I admit I was frightened because I didn't want to hurt my brother, but your machine didn't really scare me. When Ferb modified it and aimed it at me with a broken lightsaber, that's when I was afraid. Who are you anyway?"

"I am Doctor Darthenshmirtz," Darthenshmirtz responded to which everyone on the ship made obnoxious snorts and wheezes to prevent from laughing uncontrollably, "It's not funny! You wouldn't be laughing if you knew what I was capable of!"

"Look, can't we just forget this whole thing ever happened? Build a new one if you want. I don't care. I want nothing to do with this war anyway."

"Now you're just being plain ol boring," Darthenshmirtz rolled his eyes, but then he smirked, "However, I have a little something that will motivate you to come to me."

"What's that?"

"Not what...WHO."

Phineas felt a chill run down his spine as he had a bad feeling he knew what he meant. He gasped as he could now see Candace unconscious in a prison cell on the ship.

"Candace!" he exclaimed, "Let her go!"

"Oh gladly. I just have one condition. You must meet me in a certain destination alone. Your friends are not allowed to accompany you, and you must come armed and ready to fight OR join me on the Dark Side."

"I haven't learned everything about being a Jedi yet. Vader destroyed our master," Phineas replied, "Plus, if I don't have a lightsaber, I can't exactly fight."

"Then I guess you join the Dark Side then or else your sister won't live to fight in the sequel."

"Sequel? What are you talking about?"

"Never mind, just join the Dark Side!"

Phineas seemed vacant in expression for a bit, and then he burst out laughing even harder than he did when Darth Ferb had told him the same thing. Everyone on the ship looked at the red headed Jedi who was trying to prevent himself from falling over.

"What's so funny?" Buford asked him.

"I do no see how this is funny to you, Jedi," Baljeet added.

"Snap out of it, Farm-boy!" Isabella scolded.

Phineas finally pulled himself together, and he looked back at Darthenshmirtz, still having a bit of a laugh as he spoke, "I'm not joining the Dark Side. Seriously, my own brother couldn't even do that to me. Why should you be any different?"

"Because I have something more valuable than he did. True you value your life and would hate to see your brother destroy you, but I bet you value her life more."

Phineas' smile instantly faded, and he sighed, "So it's a fight or I join you, huh? Where do you wanna meet and when?"

"Are you crazy?!" Isabella screamed, but Phineas just ignored her.

"I will send you the coordinates, and you must come when you're ready. As much as I like winning by default, I want to see what you can really do at your full potential."

"Fine, see you then."

The screen went black, and all that was seen was the stars as they flew by.