We're Inside And Losing
By. Tate Icasa
Chapter Five: More Explaining To Do
Phil's grin quickly slid off his face as he realized what that meant.
"Debbie doesn't know about aour family. . ." he stopped. "Mom, we have to get her here now."
"I don't think I can convince her to come." Sara said.
"Maybe not." Kim said. "But I can." She pulled an instamorph out of her pocket and became herself. "Phone." She held out her hand.
Phil eyed her susiciously as he handed her his blue flip-phone.
"Here, use mine, but it you break it-"
"I"m not gonna break it." She punched in Debbie's number.
D: Hello?
P: Hey, Berwick.
D: Pimsy, is that you?
P: Yes, it's me. Ok, listen up. I'm in town for a couple days, bunking at my cousin Kim's house. You wanna come hang out?
D: I'd love to! I'll be right over! Bye!
P: Bye.
Pim turned to her family. "That was so easy it's sad. Um, if anyone needs me I'll be watchin' TV."
Phil rolled his eyes and Keely smiled. Phil smiled back and. . .
The doorbell rang.
"I got it!" Pim yelled walkin to the door. It was Debbie. (Duh.)
"Pim!" Debbie exclaimed excitedly and clapped her hands before hugging Pim. "I missed you bunches and bunches! How have you been!"
"Wonderful." Pim said, smirking. "And you?"
"Amazing! I really hit off with your cousin. I think we're gonna be best friends. That's ok, right?"
"Yeah."
"Great! So, we're all happy. Where is Kim anyway?"
"Mom! Dad! Can you come here?" Pim called.
As soon as everyone was gathered in the living room, Pim began the explaination.
"I'm Kim."
"No, silly, you're Pim. Kim is your cousin."
"No, Berwick, you don't get it. I'm both of us." she sighed. "Look, my family isn't from around here. Not even close. We're about a hundred years away. We came fro the year 2121 about 3 years ago, on vacation, but our Time Machine broke down and we've been tryin' to fix it ever since."
"Right." Phil said. "But Hckett found us out. He forced us to move, but we came back as Bill, Kim, Floyd and Sara Tiffy. But. . .we accidentally brought back a diease with us. A biological weapon that hasn't been invented yet. We. . .you, Pim, Keely, and I. . .we got that disease."
Debbie just blinked.
"I know it's hard to believe Debbie, but-"
"No, Mr. Diffy, I believe you. It fits with too much. Curtis Diffy?"
"Caveman." Phil said. "Stow away."
Debbie nodded.
"Look, Debbie, with this disease, we don't think it's safe for you to leave this house." Barb said.
"But. . .my parents! They'll be worried sick!"
"No, Debbie, I said you couldn't leave the house. But a Debbie Berwick will."
Using the replicator, they sent a Debbie and Keely home.
"Ok, um, Debbie, you can share Pim's room." Barb said.
"Oh, goody! It'll be just like a slumber party!"
"Oh, boy." Pim muttered. "C'mon Berwick, I got some stuff to show you."
"And Keely. . ." Barb thought. "I can't have you stay in the living room. Too risky."
"She can stay in my room." Phil volunteered. "I can morph a base ball into an extra bed. . ."
"Ok." Keely said. "Come on, Phil."
"Um, Keel, you can't walk."
"Oh, yeah."
He smiled and carried her up the stairs.
"Ok, sit here." he said, setting her in his chair. "Baseball. . .baseball. . .ah, baseball." He had Keely design her bed, and finally it didn't seem like anyone could interupt them if they kissed. They leaned in and. . .
Crash!
"What was that?" Phil asked. "Pim!"
"Sorry!"
