Phineas and Ferb

Baby Adventures of Phineas

Chapter 9: The Cookie

Disclaimer: Phineas and Ferb does not belong to me. It belongs to Dan Povenmire and Jeff Swampy Marsh, who have done an amazing job with this show the past 8+ years. Here's to 8+ MORE years!

Phineas was playing in his room with his toys. It was a sunny afternoon and approaching 3:00. While Phineas couldn't yet tell time, he had an understanding of certain aspects, such as what to expect at a certain time. He knew that when the big hand was at the time and the little hand was facing right, it was one of his favorite times of the day: snack time.

He looked at the clock and smiled! "Cookie!" He yelled happily as he dropped his toys and ran downstairs. "Mommy mommy! It's time for cookie!" He shouted as he ran into the kitchen. But he was stunned and confused to find nobody there. "Mommy?"

"Mom's running errands." Candace said as she entered the kitchen and picked up her little brother. "What's wrong?"

"Candy! The big hand was facing that way!" He pointed up towards the ceiling. "And the little hand was facing that way!" He pointed to his left. "Do you know what that means?"

"Oh, I see. It's snack time!"

"Yes! And Mommy said I could have one cookie at snack time! Where's Mommy?"

"Mom's getting something at the store, so I guess you'll have to wait until she gets home."

Phineas frowned. "Oh. No snack time?"

"Don't worry. She should be home soon." She kissed him and put him down and walked out. Phineas turned to the counter and saw the box of cookies sitting next to the sink. He knew it was snack time and he was determined to get his cookie. So he quickly went into the living room and surveyed his surroundings. He found a small box that he could easily climb up onto. He grabbed it and carried it slowly into the kitchen, placing it next to the counter. When he climbed on it, he found he was almost halfway up. One more box would do the trick.

So he went looking for another box. He first searched the living room, but he didn't find a box. He then went upstairs and searched his own room for a box. He didn't find any empty boxes in his room either. So next he went to his sister's room. She was playing with her dolls on her bed. "Phineas? What are you doing?"

Phineas turned to his sister. "Box!" He yelled.

"Box?"

"Box!" With that, he whimpered and ran out the door towards the staircase. Candace put her dolls aside and followed him. She followed him down into the kitchen.

"Phineas!" She stepped into the kitchen and discovered the box up against the sink right under the box of cookies. "Oh, I get it. You still want your cookie, don't you?"

The frantic boy turned to his sister. "It's snack time, Candy! But Mommy's not here, so I gotta get the cookie by myself! But I can't reach the cookies so I gotta get another box so I can climb up and up and up and get the cookie!"

"Or you could just wait until Mom comes home."

"No!" Phineas shouted, jumping up and down. "Mommy said it's snack time now!" Phineas raced into the living room towards the wall clock. "See! The big hand is facing up, and the little hand is facing that way." He pointed towards his right. "That means it's snack time! And I wanna get the cookie!" He ran back into the kitchen and giggled.

"But Phineas!" She ran back for him. He climbed up onto the box in there as Candace arrived. "This is dangerous. You shouldn't be doing something like this without Mom home!" She picked him up off the box and carried him back into the living room. "You could hurt yourself."

"I'm sorry, Candy. But Mommy said this is snack time, but Mommy's not here!" Suddenly the doorknob began to jiggle. Phineas's attention shot directly towards the door. It opened slowly, and Linda came in with bags of groceries. Phineas gasped happily. "MOMMY!" He wriggled himself out of Candace's grip and zipped to her mother and hugged her leg. "Mommy I'm happy!"

Linda laughed as Candace walked over to her and took some of the bags out of her hands. "It's nice to see you too, Phineas."

"Snack time!" He shouted immediately without giving her time to think. He tried to grab at her pant leg and drag her to the kitchen. She still had bags in her arms.

"Phineas, wait!" She implored. "Wait, honey!" She walked towards the kitchen; the boy followed her. She set the bags down on the table and noticed the box up against the sink. "What's this?"

"It's a box!" He said happily. "See...I was gonna do this!" He climbed up onto the box. "So I could get to the cookie. But I needed another box and I couldn't find another box."

"Why would you do that, sweetheart?"

"Because...!" He shouted rather exaggeratedly. "It's snack time! You said that when the big hand is facing up and the little hand is facing this way..." He pointed to his left. "Then it's time to have a snack! And it was time! But you weren't here!" He put his head down slightly.

"I'm sorry. I was out food shopping for us. But I'm here now."

"So...snack time?"

"Sure." She picked up her infant son and carried her to the counter. He plopped him right next to the cookie box.

"Thank you Mommy!" He started fussing to open the box. When he finally did, he reached in and pulled out a chocolate chip cookie. "Cookie!" He yelled triumphantly as he held it up in the air. "Do you want a cookie, Mommy?" He held the cookie towards Linda, who laughed.

"Sure I would." She took the cookie from him and kissed him on the cheek. He giggled as he reached into the box and pulled out another cookie.

"CANDY!" He shouted, as Candace walked into the kitchen. "Do you want a cookie?"

Candace laughed as she approached him. She kissed him on the cheek as she took the cookie. "Sure Phineas." She took a bite out of the cookie as Phineas went back to the box for another cookie.

But to his dismay, he discovered that there were no more cookies in the box. "OH NO!" Phineas shouted. "No more cookies!"

Linda and Candace instantly stopped eating their cookies to turn their attention to the toddler. "What?"

"Mommy...the cookies! They're gone!" He started to tear up. He was looking forward to his snack time and now there were no more cookies for him to enjoy. "No...more...cookies!"

"Oh, Phineas..." Linda picked up the child and held him in her arms, kissing him on the cheek repeatedly. "I'm sorry. You gave us the last two cookies and now there's none left for you."

Candace looked at her cookie, and then at her brother, who was about to burst into a sob storm. She extended her arm out to him. "Phineas...do you want my cookie?"

Both Linda and Phineas looked at her. "Candace...that's so sweet of you." She brought Candace into the hug as well.

"Thank you very much, Candy. But that's your cookie. I couldn't take it because it's not my cookie. I don't gots a cookie."

"Don't worry, Phineas. We'll get you a cookie." Linda said.

Phineas looked up at his mother. "Really?"

"Yes. In fact, there's a store not far from here that sells cookies. Phineas, would you like to come with us and get your cookie?"

Phineas's face lit up. He started clapping rapidly and laughing. "Thank you Mommy! So was I a good boy?"

Linda and Candace hugged the boy tighter and kissed him more. "Yes, Phineas. You were a good boy. You are a good boy." They went to the front door, locked up, and got in the car. Candace put Phineas in his booster seat, settled herself in right next to him, and wrapped her arms around him. She hugged him the entire drive into town where they found the cookie store, but a nice, big cookie for Phineas, and videotaped the little toddler as he happily enjoyed his treat.

Just another day in Phineas Flynn's young, vibrant life.

End of Chapter 9!