"Oh hey guys," Phineas said in his bubbly voice, while Ferb waved.
"Hi Baljeet," Isabella said happily, "Oh hello Buford," she spat, badly hiding her contempt.
Baljeet just smiled politely and waved to everyone. Buford gave a rough grunt.
"Soooo, watcha doin'," asked Isabella in a sing-song voice.
" We just finished building a mind reader. You just sit here, put on these glasses and as images appear on said glasses, your thoughts pop up on this screen." As Phineas rambled and gestured he had a thoughtful look on his face as if contemplating who would test it out first.
Isabella must have noticed and said," So who's going first?"
"How about Buford?", Ferb suddenly offered.
"Why me?", Buford exclaimed.
"Well if you're too scared-," Isabella said teasingly.
In less than ten second Buford had hooked himself up to the machine. It took even less time for Phineas to start it up. Pictures of Ferb, Isabella, and Phineas flashed before Buford's eyes and his responses flashed before theirs.
Everything was going dandy until it was Baljeet's turn for "judgement". As soon as he saw himself, completely bare, he ran out of the yard filled with a plethora of emotions all crashing into each other like bumper cars, with Buford trailing behind him.
"Wait I can explain," Buford shouted after him, but his nerd had flown down the street, already slamming his front door shut. Buford, although winded, didn't stop sprinting until he reached the Indian boy's door. which was locked.
He knocked furiously for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, until Baljeet's mom opened the door. Buford pushed past her and ran up the stairs as she mumbled something about crazy kids as she left to give them time to sort things out.
"Go...away," Baljeet said, sounding as though he was holding back tears, Buford was knocking desperately at his bedroom door. He was annoyingly persistent but Baljeet was unbelievably patient and just waited for him to leave.
"Please, I'm so sorry just let me in." Buford sounded even more somber than Baljeet, his voice cracked and was raspy. There was no reply but the door slowly opened, revealing Baljeet with eyes flooded with tears about to break free.
His nose and cheeks were slightly red from embarrassment more than sadness. They just stood looking at each other unconsciously wondering who would make the first move.