I'm too engrossed in Ferb making art with the bubbles in his juice to notice the three kids come in the front door "Hey Phineas, whatcha doin'," A familiar sing songy voice coos.
"Better be nothing, without us," says a new gruff rumbly sort of one.
I look at the newcomers. There's Issabella, a buff lug of a boy who I think is my age, and a much gentler looking Indian boy in overalls. "Hi, Im Phineas." I smile
"We know that, knucklehead," the larger boy says.
"Buford, be nice. He has amnesia and has been through quite a lot." The Indian boy chastises. "My name is Baljeet," he continues.
"So… you guys are my friends?" I ask.
"Well you do all bug me together,'' Candace remarks as she comes down the stairs carrying a stack of cups.
She puts it in the sink and sits down at the table next to me. "So what are we gonna do?" Buford asks.
"I guess Ferb knows how to build stuff," I say, "I suppose I do too but right now I honestly couldn't tell ya."
Candace's eyes narrow at the mention of building. "I honestly just wanna do something fun, our house is not the most wheelchair accessible."
"Maybe we can build a hoverchair," suggests Issabella.
"I know! That's what I was—"
"NO!" Candace cuts me off, "A... uh… I mean, n...no stuff that comes off the ground."
"Hm, ok," I say "I really wish I could remember how we did all that other cool stuff,"
"Maybe, that's what we should do, help you regain your lost memories." Baljeet says.
"Isn't it just something like if we hit him on the head again, it'll all come back?" Buford proposes.
Candace looks like she's gonna kill him and Issabella just smacks him in the arm. "That's only in movies."
"That is a good idea," Baljeet says, "Not what Buford said. But movies! We could show him a slideshow about all of our adventures!."
"That sounds like a plan," I declare.