Chapter 5

Inside, the elevator was all glass. From floor to the ceiling. There were also many buttons everywhere. On the ceiling, floor, sides, everywhere! Phineas observed the many buttons.

There were 'Exploding Candy for your enemies', 'Invisible Chocolate to have during class', 'Grimzzy Lemonade', 'Swimming Pools', 'Candy Coated Pencils', and 'Rainbow Pop- suck them and spit in many different colors', and more! Phineas was amazed at just about all of them that he could see.

Elevator music then started to play as the elevator went up.

"How did I know this elevator was going to have elevator music?" Timmy asked.

"Probably because this is an elevator." Phineas answered in an irritated tone.

"This is lame!" Timmy complained in a sigh. "Don't you have like Disco or Rock and Roll Grimer?"

"You bet!" Grimer said. He pressed a button, and Disco music stated playing with a Disco Ball coming from the ceiling. The cartoons danced a little to the music.

"Awesome!" Timmy said. "Now this is my kind of music!" Grimier stopped dancing.

"You know," He spoke, changing the subject. "I don't understand it. The cartoons are disappearing like Bunearies!" Phineas stopped, and looked at him.

"Are they going to be okay Grimer?" He wanted to know.

"Yeah kid," The pokemon answered. "It's like you said, no one is going to die in this story!" He looked at him. "They're going to be a-alright." Phineas smiled.

"That's cool."

"Yeah it is. If anything bad happens, I might get sued for it, and I don't want that!"

"Yeah, I hope you don't get sued ether. This is a pretty cool factory, and I'll hate it if it had to shut down again. It already went through that hard time; it doesn't need to repeat." Grimer smiled.

"You know, you're a pretty cool kid."

"Yeah, I know. I'm awesome; aren't I?"

"You bet!" Timmy stopped dancing, and went to them.

"Hey Grimer!" He said. "Is this the only thing this elevator does? Play music besides elevator and disco?" Grimer went for the buttons.

"Oh yeah, you bet it does! This elevator is one of the two elevators we have here that doesn't just go up and down. It goes sideways, long ways, slantways, and any other way you can think of."

"Cool!" Phineas complimented.

"Really?" Timmy asked with interest. Grimer nodded.

"Press any button you want, and see for yourself. You'll be amazed at what this baby can do."

"So, I can press any button I want?" Grimer nodded again.

"Sure kid. Whatever flouts your boat." Timmy pondered about this. He looked at the many buttons.

"Hmmm, then I pick…" He then saw one labeled 'Television Room'. "This room!" He pressed it, and with a sudden jerk; the elevator went sideways!

The elevator gained speed every second! The cartoons all but Grimer hit the ceiling, and then fell back to the floor again.

"Whoa!" Phineas observed when he picked himself up, and brushed himself off. "What a rollercoaster! This reminds me when Ferb and I…"

"We know, we know!" Timmy interrupted. "We know what you and your British brother did!"

"Uh, he's my stepbrother, not just my brother."

"Whatever! Brother, stepbrother, what's the difference?"

"Uh actually, there is a huge difference! See, a stepbrother is someone who…"

"I don't need to learn from someone whose face is a…a…uh, what is the shape of your head again?"

"A triangle."

"Right! Anyways, I'm not going to learn from you; that's what school is for!"

"Okay! But, if school is the only place you learn; you're missing out! You learn something new everyday! There are many things out there, just waiting to be discovered. The possibilities are endless!"

"Whatever."

"But Timmy's right kid." Grimer explained to Phineas. "We know what you and your stepbrother did. We know what you did this summer."

"That's kind of creepy."

"Yes. Yes it is!"

"Anyways," Timmy continued. "You, your stepbrother, and your friends can waste your time building stuff. But not me; I have fairies! With a flick of their wands/rattle; I'll have it in a millisecond! Then I can play with it, and have time to watch cartoons, and play videogames!"

"Isn't that kind of cheating?" Phineas asked. "Wouldn't you rather build it? Building's kind of fun for us. You can enjoy the brueaty of being outdoors!" Timmy glared at him.

"Again, whatever! Building's work, ugh! Whoever wants to do that? Not me; that's for sure!"

"Okay, but you don't know what you're missing out on! It's like homework; if you don't do it, you're not learning anything!"

"That's just fine with me. I don't need to know." Phineas just gave him an 'okay, whatever you say' look. Timmy glared at him.

The elevator suddenly jerked upwards. The cartoons all bounced to the ceiling, to the floor, all but Grimer.

"Why aren't you bouncing violently from the ceiling to the floor?" Timmy asked Grimer.

"Eh, you'll get used to it kid after days in this factory." He answered.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Wanda moaned. Her face turned green like she was about to throw up.

"Don't throw up on me!" Timmy told her. "If you're going to throw up, do it on our tour guide. He's puke enough as it is."

"Yeah!" Grimer cheered. "Throw up on me; make me more gross and messier!"

"Now I know that I'm going to be sick!" Wanda said.

"Cheer up!" Grimer told her. "We're almost there. Gee, I certainly hope no one is using the other elevator right now." All the cartoons looked at him.

"What do you mean 'other' elevator?" Reginald wanted to know. "What do you ever mean by that?"

"The one that goes in the opposite direction on this same track." The pokemon answered.

"So you're saying we might have collusion?" Phineas asked. "Hmmm, that could be a problem alright."

"Oh my gosh!" Wanda shrieked. "Now I'm defiantly going to be sick!"

"Chillax!" Grimer told her. "I have been lucky so far. Just sit back, relax, and listen to disco until we're there." Timmy panicked.

"Get me off of this crazy ride!" He shouted, running around. "I want off Grimer; you're going to kill us! I want off!" He then looked at Wanda whose face was back to normal, and gave him a look. He sighed. "Please?" Wanda smiled.

"No can do!" Grimer said. Timmy turned to him.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Well, this elevator won't stop until it reaches its destination. That's how the cookie crumbles."

"You mean we're stuck in here until this elevator stops?"

"Yep!"

"Holy cow! We're going to die; we're going to die; we're going to die!"

Then suddenly, the cartoons heard brakes, and the elevator halted. The doors opened.

"Finally, we're out of that death trap!" The pink hatted kid ran out. He stopped to breathe in the air, as the cartoons caught up.

"Awe freedom! What a great feeling and smell." He then plugged his nose, disgusted. "Pee-you! What is that? Certainly not freedom, yuck, foul! What is that?"

"Sorry!" Grimer came to him. "That's me." Timmy sighed.

"Of course." Grimer then showed them the entrance to the TV room.

"One small step for man, one giant leap for us. Behold; my TV room!"

"Hang on." Wanda said, her face green again. A pikmin then walked past, and she threw up all over him! The cartoons covered their eyes with disgust. Wanda sighed with relief; the now puke covered pikmin from leaf top to toe, didn't look amused.

"Phrew!" She sighed. "That's better!"

'Right!" Grimer said. "Now let's go before we have pikmin after us." The cartoons all followed him.

They stopped when they reached white cubbies of white goggles and lab coats.

"Put these on!" Grimer ordered. "Be very careful; there's stuff in here that'll make our eyes pop out of our eye sockets. It's like looking directly into a solar eclipse, or the sun; you could be blinded for life!" The cartoons obeyed, and put the goggles and coats on.

"Come on then!" They all went inside.

Inside everything was white. The chairs, floor, ceiling, everything! It was like the elevator!

They then saw six Pikmin all carrying the largest Grimer Bar Phineas has ever seen.

"Whoa!" Timmy observed the candy bar. "That's a chocolate bar that'll take years to finish!" The Pikmin carried it to a white stump mounted on the floor. They put it on, and left as glass walls conceiled it.

"Now you guys probably know how an ordinary TV works. You take a photograph, and it is then divided into a million peaces. They then go whizzing through the air, and into your TV set, where they are then put back in the correct order." The cartoons were amazed.

"Amazing!" Phineas said.

"I said to myself," Grimer continued. "'If they can do it with a photograph, why can't I do it with a bar of chocolate?' I will now send this gigantic bar from one end of the room to the other. It has to be huge whenever you transmit it to TV, because it always ends up smaller on the other side. This is why we have our goggles. Okay, 1, 2, 3, hit it!"

On cue, a Pikmin pulled the lever and… poof! The Grimer Bar was gone! The cartoons were all shocked.

"It's gone!" Timmy pointed out.

"Where did it go?" Phineas asked.

"It's whizzing above our heads right now as we speak." Grimer explained. "Now, watch the screen!" They went to a TV on the other side. As they went, they looked up at the ceiling. Sure enough, little pixtels of the candy bar were above their heads. They were speechless; they then made their way to look at the TV screen.

"Here it comes!" Grimer said, overexcited. "Oh, this is exciting!" Sure enough the chocolate bar appeared on the screen. Grimer looked at Timmy.

"Go on!" He told him. "Take it! Just reach in, and grab it!"

"That's stupid!" The boy complained. "I can't take it! It's just an image on the screen."

"I can't take it!" Grimer mocked him. "It's just an image on the screen." Grimer then looked at Phineas.

"You take it then! It's the same bar, it just got smaller on the journey is all." Phineas took it, and to his surprise, the bar came right out.

"Wow!" Phineas said breathtaking. "Unbelievable!"

"Now eat it!" Grimer urged the boy. "It's grimicious!" Phineas unwrapped the bar. "Imagine when the TV guy says 'eat Grimer Bars; they're grimetastic!' all you have to do is just reach in, and grab it before the commercial's done. You don't have to go to the store and buy it; it's right there when you need it." Phineas bit his.

"Amazing!" He said.

"Unbelievable!" Wanda observed.

"My golly!" Reginald added. "It's a miracle!"

"It's the work of the amazing mind of yours truly." Grimer finished. Timmy looked at him.

"Hey Grimer," He started. "Can you send other things beside chocolate?"

"Yeah." Grimer replied. "Anything you want!"

"What about people; human beings?"

"Hmmm, people? I suppose, but why?"

"I'm just curious. Can you?"

"Yeah, you can do it. I'm 99% positive that you can. Oh, what am I saying? Of course you can!"

"Then I'm going to be the first person ever sent by television!" He then ran of to the glass case.

"Little boy!" Grimer called after him. "I wouldn't do it if I were you. It haven't been tested yet; little boy!"

"Timmy!" Wanda hollered. "Grimer's right; come back right now before something bad happens. Timmy!"

"Grandpa," Phineas asked his grandfather. "Are we the only sane people here in this entire factory?"

"I think we are Phineas my boy." Reginald replied. "I think we are."

Timmy stopped, and faced them. Wanda sighed in relief. Music started playing in the background.

"And he didn't like it when we sang?" Grimer questioned. "Gosh, that's one messed up kid."

"Shhh!" Phineas hushed. "Let's hear what he needs to sing."

"Alrighty then!" They all quieted down as the boy opened his mouth, and began his song.

"If my life was TV." He sang," I would change everything!

Homework, chores, Vicky, Da Rules, School…,

I may even be US's next President, now wouldn't that be something?

Everyone will then think I'm cool!

If my life was TV, it'll be the best thing in my life!

I'll make Trixie Tang my wife!

I'll be smarter then those dudes on Are You burgher then a sixth Grader?

Then my life would be complete and become greater!

If my life was TV, it'll be a big bang! Dang!

My TV shows would be called: That's So Timmy, Timmy's Modern Life; Everybody Loves Timmy, I Love Timmy, Timmy with a Chance, and more! It'll be fun galore!

I would win Who Wants to be a Zillionaire? So there!

Cancel shows like TV Tebbies Zora the Explorer, Clint's Hints, Blarney, and all those other baby shows

On Seasoning Sweet, the letter of the day that the creepy vampire dude picks would be the letter T If not, I'll cancel it!

So, it would be really neat if my life was TV; yeah, if my life was TV!

Oh, IF MY LIFE WAS TVVVVVVVVV!" He turned back to the pedestal when done.

Suddenly, Timmy pulled the lever, and jumped in. He was gone within seconds. Wanda screamed.

"TIMMY!" She shirked.

"Where is he Grimer?" Phineas wanted to know.

"He's in a million peaces above our heads." Grimer answered. "To the TV!" The cartoons all scurried to the TV, and looked on the screen.

"Where is he?" Wanda asked in a panic.

"He'll be here." Grimer assured her. "Sometimes it takes a while for all the peaces to rearrange. Man, I do wish nothing gets left behind." Wanda looked at him, panic in her face.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well for some strange reason, sometimes only half the pieces find their way back. For our sake, I do hope it's the top half. I don't think you'll appreciate talking to his butt, and not get an answer." The cartoons then payed attention back at the screen. They waited some more, still nothing.

"You know what?" Grimer asked. "While we wait; why

don't I sing my song?" He then scooted back, and all the Charmanders appeared. They started dancing as Grimer sang.

"The most important thing that we ever learned" Grimer sang.

"That we ever learned!" The Charmanders chorused.

"Is never let your young ones near the TV set."

"Never!"

"Or don't install it at all!"

"Never let them never let them, never let them!"

"It rots the senses in the head, it keeps imagination dead! It clogs and clutters up in the mind, making them dull and blind!"

"So don't, don't, DON'T! Whatever you do!"

"They no longer will understand a fairytale, fantasy, or a fairyland!" The Charmanders gasped.

"Fairytale? Oh no!"

"Instead why not read a book? They can take you places! Or do you not wish to look?

"Read a book; read a book! Boolia's stories are worth a read!"

"Or help your neighbors, charity, elderly, community; now those would be good deeds!"

"Good deeds!"

"Go to school, and you'll learn a whole lot more!"

"A whole lot more!"

"Watching TV all day is just a waste, and a bore."

"What a bore!"

"So heed our warnings; there's allot of possibilities. Allot to do! Just get off from that chair, get out there; listen to our plea!" Phineas then joined in.

"Yeah, this is what I'm talking about!" He explained, and then sang. "Let your creativity, and imagination run free!"

"No more TV, no more TV, yeah, NO MORE TV!"

"Yeah, no more TV!" Phineas and Charmander sang.

"No more TV!" The Charmander robots finished, and then submerged back into the ground. The real Charmander went away.

A miniature Timmy appeared on the TV. The cartoons all looked. Wanda gasped.

"Great!" Grimer explained. "He's perfectly unharmed!" Wanda looked at him like he was crazy.

"Unharmed? You call this unharmed? He shrank to ant size like my husband, Poof, and I did two times before."

"Hey!" Timmy shouted in a chipmunk voice looking around. "I'm on TV, and my gosh! What happened to my voice? I'm tiny! Oh well; I'm on TV! I wish that Cosmo and Poof could see me now!"

"What do we do Grimer?" Wanda asked. "Timmy can't go to school like this; he'll be trumped upon!"

"No school?" The tiny boy said. "Cool; I like being tiny already! I can just play video games, and watch cartoons instead!" Wanda reached in, and grabbed him. She took him out of the TV. She didn't look happy.

"Oh, you'll go to school." She said. "Make no mistake of that!"

"Awe man! But I still get the TV right Wanda? Wanda? Wanda! " Wanda didn't answer.

Grimer called a pikmin; the pikmin came to their side.

"Can you take Wanda and her tiny godson to the Taffy Puller?" The pikmin saluted, and took Wanda's hand. Wanda looked confused.

"Taffy puller?" She wanted to know. "What are they going to do to him there?"

"Stretch him out!" The pokemon replied. Wanda gasped. "Surely you don't want him this size forever! They got to do it! Trust me Ma'am; it's for his own good."

"Yeah but…" Too late; the pikmin lead her away. Grimer waved goodbye, and called goodbye in many languages until they were out of sight.

Grimer looked at the two remaining.

"Now," He said. "Which one is left?"

"Phineas is the only one left." Reginald answered. Grimer looked at him.

"Really? But there are only two of you, hmmmmm; two of you can't have the prize so…" Then two glowing swords, one red and one pink, emerged from the floor. He picked up the red one. "It's battle to the death! The winner wins!" He swooshed it around, and gave it to Phineas. He gave the other one to Reginald. Grandpa and grandson looked at each other.

"I have to duel my own Grandpa?" Phineas asked.

"And I have to go to war with my grandson?" Reginald questioned. Grimer nodded.

"Yeah!" He replied. "Let the fight begin! Come on; I want to see some action!" He started cheering. "Fight, fight, fight!" Phineas and Grandpa looked at one another, shook their heads, and dropped their swords. Grimer was speechless.

"What?" He asked. "What are you two doing?"

"Sorry Grimer." Phineas told him. "I can't destroy my Grandpa." He then hugged him. "I love him too much, and that's all there is to it."

"And I can't kill my own grandson." Reginald added. "It'll be inhuman of me, and just plain wrong." Reginald patted his grandson's hair.

"Awe!" Grimer awed. "You know what? I was just kidding; I was just testing you! You won!" Phineas released himself from his grandpa, and looked at the blob.

"What do you mean?" He asked. "What did I win? One million dollars? A lifetime of chocolates; what?"

"Better then that! Come, follow me?" They followed Grimer.

When they exited the room, they all disposed their goggles and coats in the cubbies. They then followed the slimy blob on the glass elevator.

Grimer pressed a button labeled 'up and out', the doors closed, and they started going up.