A/N: Thank you, everybody, for reviewing my story. Now, to thank my fans and reviewers. (Wow, I have FANS! I feel like I'm at the Oscars! Only there's no cinematic superstars, like Johnny Depp, who is awesome, and there are no cameras, and it isn't being broadcast live to millions all over the world, and there's no red carpet. But other than that, I feel like someone who's getting an Oscar, and that feeling rocks!)

mondlering moofoot: What exactly does "hm" mean? I'm glad you liked it that I didn't make it too dramatic. And about the "I'm not laughing" thing, yeah, that is really Phil, isn't it? And I think Pim's favorite parts of the 21st century are, the people are gullible (not saying it about anyone present, they're just gullible to her) and the "boob tube", as some people like to call the T.V. And I'm also glad you liked how I made Barbara and Lloyd sweet, normal, and In Lloyd's case, a little slow. Actually, I'm updating fast because I really enjoy writing this story! It's only not fun when my brother pops up out of nowhere and I automatically have to hide what I'm doing unless I want my parents to find and… yeah, that'd be a mess. I do like your long reviews (and I hope you like my equally long replies!). Keep 'em comin'!

Sultan Peppershaker: Interesting name! Anyway, I'm happy you think I'm funny. I'm also glad that you like how I make my stories dramatic and funny. I frequently do that in the stories I make up in my head, which are strictly confidential, unless I choose to release them to the public. I'm also glad you enjoyed the nosebreak, and I'm even more glad that you could hardly keep yourself from laughing. That's my purpose in life: to make people laugh. I'm also glad you enjoy the fact that I don't make spelling or grammar mistakes. What can I say? Winning 3rd place in the City-Wide Spelling Bee in the fifth grade really left an impact on me. About Tanner suing Keely: he won't because he's too stupid and he's a jerk. To quote Phil and Tanner from "Tanner": Tanner: Diffy! Ya gonna make me look like a jerk again? Phil: Please! That's like trying to make Shaquille O'Neal look tall; he can do it on his own! And if he does, Phil's gonna be Keely's lawyer, somehow, and grind him into the dust.

houdinicat3: I'm glad you like my chapter ideas. Now they're set to computer. Read on!

BLUERANGER1983: Your wish is my command. Here is the update!

Well, you've waited long enough! Chapter 3, here it comes!

Chapter 3

The Deal and the Schedule

Phil's parents got to thinking. Finally, Lloyd came up with something. "I've got an idea!" he shouted. A lightbulb appeared over his head. Barbara shielded her eyes.

"Um, Lloyd?" She pointed at it. Lloyd was confused. Barbara pulled down the lightbulb. Lloyd just looked at it.

"How the heck did that get there?" He shrugged his shoulders, and threw the lightbulb over his shoulder. It hit the wall and smashed. Barbara slapped her hand to her forehead and sighed.

"Lloyd. You were saying something?" Barbara made a Look at him. Lloyd's face looked blank. Finally, his face contorted into a smile.

"I remember now!" He stuck his head out the window. "Phil, Keely! Come in here! I have an idea!" Phil and Keely looked up at him.

"Okay, Dad!" Phil shouted back at him. Lloyd proceeded to pull his head back inside, but not before he banged it on the half closed window. (A/N: Poor Lloyd. He sure is taking a beating today. But then again, he kind of deserves it for telling Phil he has to go back to the future. Like I say, bad karma!)

Phil and Keely pulled apart and walked into Phil's house. Barbara and Lloyd were already sitting on the couch. Pim sat at the other couch. Lloyd gestured at the other couch, meaning that Phil and Keely should sit down. Not again, Phil thought, but he sat down anyway. After he sat, Lloyd began to inform everyone of his plan.

" Okay, Phil. We're going to make a deal." He looked at Phil. "We're going to stay…" Phil's heart leapt with joy. Lloyd continued. "Until the end of next week. " Phil's heart felt like it had dropped down past its normal spot and ended up somewhere around his navel. " After that, we go back to the future. But… if by the end of next week, you think of a good enough reason that you should stay here, and we think it's good enough, only if we think it's good enough, you can stay here. Otherwise, you're leaving with us. That sound good to you?" Lloyd asked Phil.

" But Dad," Phil exclaimed, " that gives me only…"

" A week." Lloyd interrupted. "No more. No less. Do you agree to this?" Lloyd asked Phil. Phil looked at his dad. He thought for a minute, then opened his mouth to speak.

" Okay, Dad. I'll take what I can get. " He reached out his hand towards his dad's, and they shook on it. " But are you sure I can't have more…"

" No. One week. That's all." Phil opened his mouth to argue again, but Keely grabbed his arm, and shook her head. He understood. She was saying, No, this is enough. Phil nodded. Barbara and Lloyd got up. That signaled the end of the discussion.

Phil, Pim, and Keely got up. Pim got up in search of the T.V. Guide and a snack. Phil and Keely could finally talk in peace. " Well, it's not a lot to work with, but it's enough." Keely told Phil. Phil looked at Keely, bewildered.

" Are you sure that's enough time?" he asked her. She nodded.

" We just have to plan right." Keely had an idea… and Phil didn't like the looks of it.

The doorbell of the Diffy house rang early the next morning. Phil grunted and turned towards the wall of his bedroom. The doorbell rang again, and again, and again… Phil finally got fed up with it, put on a t-shirt and jeans and trudged down the stairs. He opened the door to reveal…

" Keely! What are you doing here at 7 A.M. on a Sunday morning?" Phil gaped at her. Keely sighed.

" Phil, we need to go over your schedule." Keely pointed at the date book in her hand. She flipped it open so that it read "Sunday, June 13, to Saturday, June 19." The whole page was covered in notes in different colored Magic Marker. She pointed to Sunday. "See, Phil? On Sunday, we're playing tennis for Tennis Master for the last time, and we're also visiting Mad Max for the last time together today. On Monday thru Wednesday, I've left time for school, and after we finish our homework, which is going to be relatively heavy on Monday because our last final is on Tuesday, we can brainstorm reasons you should stay and not go back to the future. On Wednesday, since there is school, we just don't do anything, we're going to brainstorm some more. I've left Thursday night and Friday night open for prom and graduation, and Saturday because you might have to pack. Got it?" Phil was still kind of asleep, but he had only one question.

" I have a schedule?" Phil continued to stare at Keely. Keely rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the hand.

"Come on, Phil! Put on your sneakers. We have a big day ahead of us!" Phil yanked on his shoes and Keely pulled him out the front door.

A/N: Well, that's chapter 3 done. Use the review button. Come on. You know you want to!