Disclaimer: Did you read that I don't own Phil of the Future? I know. You could have knocked me over with a feather, too.
Author's Note: Congratulations to SlickNickShady for finding the time machine's hood ornament.
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Mrs. Diffy, I'm Demi Dawkins, Daniel's mother. Danny can't play with your daughter any more. Today, I received a phone call from V.P. Hackett explaining that Danny's had his new electronic thingy confiscated until the end of the school year. When I asked Mr. Hackett to put my son on the phone so I could hear from his own mouth what happened, Danny was so upset he would only speak to me in Spanish. The only word I comprendoed was "Pim." I should have seen this coming for a long time. All the extra homework he was doing, a shrine to your daughter added to his website, the collection of collection agencies calling in the middle of the night demanding to speak to a P. Diffy, rented drifters sleeping our garage, along with crates addressed to a Pim Diffy, but having our address ... I blame myself -- no, I don't -- I blame you. Do you know the kinds of mischief your daughter is involved in and, what's worse, involving our innocent little boy in? Mrs. Diffy, I think your daughter is a bad influence on my son and you should sit down and have a long overdue serious talk with Pim before she starts going astray. I'm sorry, but until the late night calls and subpoenas stop being served for your daughter at our home, but Danny isn't allowed to play with Pim. We have plenty of chores around here that he's been ignoring for far too long. Good day.
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