Phineas Flynn
July 4, 2013
London, England
After Isabella complained rather passive-aggressively about missing the Fourth of July Celebrations, the group finally decided to have Baljeet and Gretchen over and watch a bunch of classic American movies that Phineas had brought.
So the day before was filled up with shopping. Chips, soda, various junk foods. Ferb's father would be in the house, so any alcohol was off limits.
"I mean, of course we never would have been irresponsible and bought some anyway if he was out of town." Isabella said innocently.
"Um, you guys know we can still buy some if we have his consent." Ferb pointed out. "16 year olds are allowed to do that over here."
"I'm sorry I can't hear you I'm too busy being very irresponsible with my very irresponsible thoughts." Phineas said loudly.
No alcohol was bought.
Baljeet and Gretchen arrived with food of their own, Gretchen various boxes of British candy her tour guide had recommended, and Baljeet had made something that was apparently a common treat in India. How he had managed to do so without Buford throwing it on the floor was the real mystery.
Phineas supplied the movies, and after learning that Ferb had never heard of Clue (which Phineas considered a classic even though some Candace and his mother did not), everyone insisted that they watched that first.
Ferb also insisted on watching some British stuff, so after Clue they watched season one of something called BBC Sherlock.
As soon as the word "Sherlock" left Ferb's lips, Phineas groaned and buried his head in his hands and Isabella squealed and leapt up to grab the DVD from Ferb.
Phineas and Ferb rigged up a quick bio-dome that could simulate any environment, that way they could watch fireworks.
Everyone (excluding Ferb) thought the British candy tasted a little weird. And Ferb's remark ("Well, American sweets taste like plastic.") made everyone laugh.
It was a night full of lots of stuff like that.
Most of them fell asleep to their fifth movie around 2 in the morning, except for Phineas, who was about as light a sleeper as you could possibly get and who couldn't deal with everyone moving around.
When Ferb started snoring, Phineas threw up his hands and went into the kitchen to get a glass of warmed-up milk, because sometimes that helped.
When he got back to the other room, he whacked Ferb upside the head rather roughly with a pillow to get him to stop snoring, and finally laid down and fell into a half-sleep.
But he woke up around four hours later when Baljeet climbed up and went into the kitchen.
Phineas got up afterwards and marched into the kitchen, plopping down in a chair. Baljeet glanced up in surprise.
"I am sorry." Baljeet said. "I did not mean to wake you."
Phineas waved him off. "I wake up to everything." he mumbled. "Why are you up so early?"
"Buford is a late sleeper. I have become accustomed to waking up early so I have a few hours of peace."
Phineas gave him a curious look. "Why do you let him treat you like that?"
"Why do you let him shoot you down with a singular mention of The Rollercoaster?"
Phineas paused uneasily, unsure whether or not Baljeet was joking. "Fair enough." he admitted. "I guess Buford is just too good at getting under people's skin."
Both of them jumped when they heard a whirring and what sounded like a pop.
"What is that?" Baljeet whispered, sounding terrified.
"Probably one of Ferb's inventions." Phineas said. "I'll check on it."
But when he looked through the living room and towards the steps he was met with— the platypus. Perry the Platypus was wearing a fedora, and staring at him with wide eyes, and the step pulled back away from the staircase, and everyone still asleep below.
A second later Perry leaped into the newly revealed space below the step, and it closed behind him.