Chapter 13: To Antarctica! (Part One)
Phineas wrote down possible blueprints for hours. He needed some kind of aircraft that could withstand the harsh climate of Antarctica, but he didn't have all the resources he needed. He was set for the basic components: he found an old, barely-functional helicopter in a landing area in downtown Danville, a large space heater to heat the entire inside of the helicopter, and a few tanks of fuel put inside the helicopter on reserve. He still needed to find a way to get the helicopter to survive freezing conditions. Eventually, he figured out just what he needed.
"Guys, I'll be right back!" Phineas ran away from the group, leaving everyone confused as to why he'd leave them even though the location they were in was presumably the only safe location in all of Danville. About fifteen minutes later, he came back with a crate that read "Heat Shield Diodes" on it. The group scratched their heads, wondering what these "diodes" were.
"I picked these up back at the mall. Apparently, you wrap them around the vessel completely, keeping it completely heated so it stays completely safe!" Phineas said, fully intending to use something he didn't know too much about to get all the way across Antarctica.
"Phineas, are you intending to use something you don't even know too much about to get all the way across Antarctica? That's crazy; it'll put all of us in danger." Isabella bolted at Phineas.
"Besides, there's an airport in Poventown, which is only a twenty minute drive from here." Ferb spoke as calmly as ever. The rest of the team gave him a weird look, seeing as he just spoke up about this now.
"You know, not everything has to be done the hard way, or even by ourselves. Even then, Danville's not the center of the universe…" The team looked at each other confusedly for a few seconds and then agreed that Ferb had a point in what he said.
Phineas took out the money the group had stolen from the mall's registers just in case they needed it. After counting it to see that it had amassed to about four thousand dollars, the team put on all of their heaviest winter garments. They all jumped onto Vanessa's hoverboard, which they refueled with the fuel from the helicopter.
The hoverboard took flight. Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, and Vanessa stood on the board, while Perry was held by Phineas and Surge kept himself on the bottom of the board, using his propulsion system to speed up the board.
Twenty minutes later, the team arrived in front of the Poventown Airport. They ran inside and searched through the terminals for a flight to Antarctica, but they had no luck.
"Hey, can any of the planes here fly to Antarctica?" Vanessa said to a nearby employee.
"Yes, but we don't have any scheduled flights there until around October. Would you like to fly to another area?"
"No, we have to get to Antarctica as soon as possible!" Phineas desperately said to the employee."
"Well, there's nothing I can do, so you'll just have to find another way of getting there or just go somewhere else." The employee walked away, leaving the group dumbfounded.
"I didn't come here to give up so easily! Follow me!" Vanessa ran through the terminals into a plane that was about to take passengers. She threw the entire flight staff out of the plane, blocked off the entrance with a nearby cart, and ran through the plane as the rest of the group reluctantly followed her.
Vanessa busted open the door to the cockpit and took hold of the pilot and copilot. She knocked them out with a nerve pinch and threw them out the plane.
"Vanessa, we're probably going to get in a lot of trouble for this…are you sure that we're going about this the right way? We're hijacking a plane! Couldn't we be shot down or subdued in some way?" Phineas said, obviously distraught by what was happening.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures." Ferb said to Phineas to justify the whole thing. Vanessa gave him an agreeing nod and started the plane's engines.
"Perfect! The engines are full and we're almost ready for takeoff! We just have to position ourselves, which'll take a few minutes. Surge, go make sure no one gets in here. The rest of you make yourselves at home; I'll take care of everything from here."
"Shouldn't you have a copilot to help you out?" Ferb pointed out, trying to hide the small blush he wore on his face.
"Yeah, sure. You can probably help me figure out how to work all of the navigational stuff while I pilot this thing." Vanessa stated, bringing Ferb into the cockpit before closing the doors.
All of a sudden, the cart blocking the entrance was kicked out of the way and three guards ran into the plane. They were all tall, muscle-clad men who were quite obviously trained to handle a hijacking attempt such as this. They threw Surge out of their way and headed to the cockpit. They were about to open the doors when Surge released three wires and shot them at each of the guards. All of a sudden, they were electrocuted (to a nonlethal level) and then they fell into unconsciousness. Surge picked them up and threw them out the passageway, but more guards kept coming in. They shot at Surge as much as they could, but the bullets kept bouncing off of Surge. Eventually, Surge let out a sound wave so strong that it immobilized the guards for several seconds. He threw them out and closed the doors to the plane.
"Okay, passengers, get ready for takeoff! It'll be about a five hour flight to Antarctica, so get nice and comfortable!" The plane's intercom rang throughout, and the plane started to move. It picked up momentum until it finally took flight.
Inside the terminal, Ferb and Vanessa worked on operating the plane and navigating it so it would get them to Antarctica. Vanessa piloted the plane while Ferb looked over the radar and GPS to make sure everything was going as planned.
"The skies are clear, madam. Should be an easy flight from here." Ferb laid back and relaxed himself so he could think for a little while.
At the airport, the plane's original pilot woke up from his daze and picked up his phone.
"This is Lars Wilson, pilot of the Marsh T-830 airplaine."
"We've got a hijacked plane on the loose."
"It's apparently headed to Antarctica, so I've been told."
"My orders? Take it down. No matter what it takes."