"Well?" Django asked, the replicas at a loss for words.
"Well, um, son. We decided, um that we... your mother will explain the rest," the father replica started, passing it on to the mother replica.
"You see, we got off a bit earlier than expected, and um... we decided to build another... stove, right honey?"
"Yes, exactly as your mother said it," the father replica agreed.
"Another stove? What's wrong with our stove?" Django asked, again making the replicas nervous.
"Well, you see, yourmotherbrokethestove," the father mumbled, shocking the mother replica when she realized what he said, but got shushed silently.
After a few moments, Django finally bought the lie, saying, "Well, okay. I'm going to be at Phineas and Ferb's till around five o' clock," walking towards the door.
"Okay, have fun," the two smiling until the door slammed closed. Almost immediately, the two got back to work.
"You see how close that was?" the father replica asked.
"What do you mean? You were the one who shoved all the blame on me," the mother replica argued.
"We have five hours to finish this, so let's get moving. Also, don't forget to feed the prisoners again."
"Well excuse me. If someone wasn't sitting in that comfy chair all day yelling at me, they might've gotten fed," the mother replica disagreed.
Django was running through the streets, not noticing at the moment that a teal figure with a crudly drawn fedora and grappling hook passed by him. But when he noticed it, he turned around to see nothing there. "That was weird," but then shrugged his shoulders and kept running.
He arrived to Phineas and Ferb's backyard seeing the group crowded around a cookie baker. "Hey guys. What'cha doin'?" Isabella glaring at him. "Oh right. I keep forgeting that. So, what are you guys doing?"
"We're helping Isabella get her Cookie Baking Patch," Phineas answered.
"I thought you got that patch already," Django said.
"Actually, I got the Brownie Baking Patch. If I get my Cookie Baking Patch, I will complete the set to get the Master Baker and Master Sweets Maker Patches," Isabella explained, seeing that he didn't pay attention. "You didn't listen to a single word I said, did you?"
"Well, actually, I..." he started, blanking out.
"Man, I can't believe that Milly likes someone as inattentive and useless as-" she started, covering her mouth the moment she realized what she was saying.
"What did you say, Isabella?" Django asked, blanking out again.
"Nevermind," she said. Phew, good thing he's inattentive. I almost blew Milly's secret she thought to herself.
"I think someone has something for Django," Phineas whispered to his step-brother, a loud beeping starting to ring from the cookie baker. "Wow, that was fast. That was exactly sixty-seven seconds."
"You counted that?" Buford asked.
"Of course I didn't... I used a stop watch," Buford understanding. "Okay, so do we try the cookies?" everyone taking a cookie.
"So, how does it taste?" Isabella asked.
"It's awesome!" Phineas exclaimed, making Isabella happy.
"Really? Did you really love it?" Isabella asked.
"Yeah, it was perfect."
"I loved it too," Baljeet said, Isabella ignoring his comment.
"So Phineas, what else do you have in mind for today?" she asked, ignoring everyone else.
"When it comes to anything besides the Fireside Girls and her beloved Phineas, she is more inattentive than I am," Django said, the others agreeing, but then remembered the favor they asked of him.
"Oh that's right," taking out his art supplies. "So Phineas, do you want me to draw you guys?"
Meanwhile, Isabella was saying, "...how about we have lunch somewhere together?" until Phineas heard Django call for him.
"Hold that thought, Isabella," walking over to his friend, Isabella angry at Django.
"Sure. Who wants to be drawn first?" Phineas asked, everyone but Ferb raising their hands. "Oh, I bet our old pal Ferb would like to see his portrait first," Phineas pushing his step brother towards Django.
"Actually, I'd rather much prefer it if-" he tried to say, Django already starting to draw.
"It's okay Ferb. You can move around. Just make sure you're in this general area so I can get an image of you," Django said, Ferb walking away towards his step-brother.
"So, how did it feel to be a portrait model?" Phineas asked, Ferb taking a deep breath.
"Well, for the seventeen seconds that I was used as a portrait model, I would say there was a feeling of satisfaction, and emptiness," he answered in a deep british accent.
"Hey, does anyone want to play Risk?" Baljeet asked, everyone silent.
"Baljeet, you know that game takes almost all day, right?" Phineas asked.
"Yeah, so?" he asked.
After a few moments of consideration, he answered, "Sure. I guess we could. Are we playing the board game, or electronic?"
Surprised by the question, Baljeet asked, "What do you think? We live in the era of modern science and electricity. Would you suggest that we not use the resources that we have today?" confusing everyone.
"Uh, I guess," they all answered at the same time.
"Well... Great! We'll play the version that has fighting. How about we'll all be in seperate rooms so we can't cheat?" Baljeet suggested, everyone complying. "So, who wants to be on my-"
"I want to be on Phineas' team!" Isabella exclaimed, everyone but Phineas scared.
"Uh... okay..." Baljeet and Buford said in unison.
"I get to be with Ferb!" Irving yelled, Ferb disagreeing.
"Fine, who do you want to be with?" Baljeet asked, Ferb shrugging his shoulders.
"All I know is, I'm not with that fan-boy," Buford exclaimed.
"Okay, we'll draw straws," giving three straws to Irving.
"Wow, it seems kind of sad that the person who is wanted the least is holding straws for everyone else," Irving said, dropping the straws onto the ground. "Sorry," Baljeet slapping his forehead in disappointment.
"Okay, the rule is that whoever gets the biggest straw is with Irving, while the other two are together, is that alright with you guys?" Baljeet explained, the two agreeing.
"So... how do we decide who picks first?" Buford asked, Baljeet realizing the flaw in his decision making.
Tired of this, Phineas exclaimed, "I'm picking a number between 1 and 10. What is it?"
"2!"
"4! No wait, I meant 7!"
Ferb held up ten fingers.
"Wow, Baljeet got it! The number was four," angering Buford while Ferb just looked, surprised.
"Man, that was my first guess!" Buford yelled in frustration.
"I'm sorry Buford, but whatever your most recent guess was, you have to go with it. And I know Ferb over there thought I had that 10 look on my face, didn't you, Ferb," Phineas said, Baljeet going up to the straws.
"Okay, so if this one is sticking out the most, the chances are that it's going to be the smallest," picking the straw sticking out the most.
Walking up to Irving, he spent no more than two seconds grabbing the straw that used to be in the middle and walking away.
After Ferb grabbed his straw, the three looked at their straws. "WHAT?" Baljeet yelled in frustration. In fact, his calculations were not remotely close, Buford and Ferb's straws being smaller than his.
"I cannot believe this! I spend a whole ten seconds thinking of this solution, and I end up with him?" Baljeet asked in anger, Irving walking towards him with a smile.
"Can we just start?" Irving asked, the six nodding their heads.
"Okay, this version of Risk includes fighting mechanics you see in games like Street Fighter or Tekken, maybe even Super Smash Bros Brawl," Baljeet started.
"I love those games!" Isabella exclaimed.
"Anyways, you'll see the rules when you enter the game. So let's go to our respective areas and-" he tried to finish, each group besides he and Irving running to where they wanted to be. Phineas and Isabella taking the hideout of The Beak and Ferb and Buford taking the step-brother's room.
"Of course, we get the kitchen," the two running to the kitchen.
By this time, Django had already gotten the sketches done for each person. "Okay, I just need to do inking and coloring and then I'm done," starting to ink when suddenly, a mini black vortex appeared behind him. "What is this?" he asked, starting to get sucked up.
"This can't be good," falling into the vortex, screaming at the top of his lungs, his friends not even noticing.
Sorry about updating late, but I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I'd like to thank Comment person and Maplestrip for reviewing, and to Maplestrip for adding this story to favorite stories. Also, I'd like to thank everyone who's read this fanfic up to this point. You guys rock!
Next Update: I'm not sure. But we'll be getting a visit from someone next chapter, and I will need to organize that meeting. (this isn't really going to affect when I update my story) If I don't update before November 11, I will update earliest November 15 because I have an overnight camp that whole weekend.