Phineas was nervous. Anyone could tell. He was nervous about inventing something without his brother helping him out. He was nervous about whether the game will put a strain on Candace, causing his nieces or nephews to come early. He was nervous about the plan and if it would work. But most importantly, he was nervous about seeing the state Isabella was in once Ferb found her. Would she be well fed, clean, healthy? Or would she be…?
"I do not think you should be thinking about those things Phineas," Baljeet said. "It will only cause you to grow more gray hairs."
"Red heads don't get gray hairs Baljeet," Phineas said, shaking his head of all bad thoughts and turning back to the giant rook piece he was hanging off. He took out his screwdriver and began tightening a screw on the door to the inside controls. "Plus, I don't think you're allowed to wear a mind reading helmet while playing chess."
"It is not for playing chess," Baljeet said, taking the green helmet off his head. "I can beat all of you with my hands tied behind my back."
"That would be easy Baljeet since these things are voice activated," Phineas said, rolling his eyes.
"Ugh," Baljeet said, annoyed. "Ferb said you would do this."
"Do what?"
"Change the subject," Baljeet said. "He told me to wear the helmet to make sure your head was not full of bad thoughts. You need to be focusing on the task at hand."
"I can think and work at the same time," Phineas said, still tightening the screw on the door.
"Really," Baljeet asked, "because you are screwing it in the wrong way." Phineas looked at the screw and sighed. "Righty tighty…"
"Lefty loosey," Phineas finished. "I know, I know." He then began tightening the screw the right way.
"You are truly lost without Isabella, aren't you," Baljeet said.
"More like I'm lost without Ferb," Phineas said. But before he could say any more, he heard a rustling in the bushes. "Hello Irving, would you like to join us?" A girlish squeal took the rustling's place and Irving came bouncing out of the bush.
"Really, I can?" Irving said, clapping his hands.
"Yeah sure, why not," Phineas said, clearly not liking having to trick his friend.
"Phineas, what are you doing out here? You know Mom said you had to keep quiet while I'm on bed rest."
"Hi Candace," Phineas said, lowering himself to the ground. "Do you want to join us too? We're about to start a rousing game of chess."
"Ooh, I love chess," Irving said, jumping up and down.
"Why do you think we're doing this?" Buford mumbled. Baljeet nudged him in the arm, signaling for him to be quiet.
"Boring," Candace said.
"But it's life-size," Phineas said. "What could be more exciting than life-size, team chess?"
"Everything else in the- wow, is that a throne?" Candace asked as her eyes landed on the queen.
"Yeah," Phineas said. "Whoever's the queen gets to be in charge."
"I call the white queen," Candace said, pushing her brother out of the way as she began waddling towards the royal chair.
"Ooh, can I be the black knight?" Irving asked.
"Sure," Phineas said. "You can be whatever you want." Irving squealed once again and ran off to his piece.
"I call white bishop," Baljeet said as Buford ran towards the black rook.
"I guess I'll be referee then," Phineas said, taking out his phone to text his brother.
Irving's here, Phineas typed on his phone. Let the games begin!
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The red head thing comes from my dad, who has red hair. He told my mum when they were dating that red head's don't get gray hairs. Red heads do get gray hairs of course but its harder to see them than if the gray hairs were in a mass of black or brown hair. Sorry for the short chapters that have been popping up recently.