A/N: Hey everyone. Congrats to Sabrina06 for winning the contest. Don't worry. I have other contest for all my reviewers and you will get a cool prize. This is my very first special so don't judge this one like you would the creators. READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM! Here it is.
*Linda and the Moms*
We are the moms and we can't resist the Calling
We are the moms when hear a baby Bawling
We are the moms and everything you've heard is all quite True
'Cause moms will always come Through
Moms will always come Through
"Isn't it nice? We finally have some time out of our busy schedules to have some tea?" Linda asked.
"It is nice. Finally, no more complex math equations," Mrs. Tjinder said.
"No more punching bags," Biffany agreed.
"No more bows," Vivian sighed.
"No more sarcastic comments," Tiffany sighed. Wait, do we know a Tiffany. Maybe you don't, but I do.
Tiffany is to be Gretchen's mother. Well, step-mother but we'll explain that later. Tiffany looks the complete opposite of Gretchen. She is platinum blonde, has blue eyes, has a ski-slope nose, rosy cheeks, slightly tanned from being in the sun, 5'7 never-needed-heels height, we won't go into her weight but under 140 pounds, and looks like a supermodel compared to Gretchen. Now that we've established that, let's get back to the story.
"At least you guys have normal problems. I never really know what my kids are doing. I mean, I know what Candace does but I've never really seen Phineas and Ferb do anything," Linda explained.
"Do they help around the house?" Mrs. Tjinder asked.
"No," Linda replied.
"Do they play any sports?" Biffany questioned.
"In what context?" Linda answered.
"Are they physically fit and do something besides sit under the oak tree and talk to their friends?" both moms asked.
"No," Linda admitted.
"What they need is discipline. They need military school," Biffany suggested. "I sent Buford there and he's fine. A little edgy but nothing I can't deal with."
"It seems like Isabella will need that too," Vivian agreed.
"I think I need a couple of days away from Gretchen," Tiffany added.
"What is this place called exactly?" Linda questioned.
"It's called the Danville Military Institute," Biffany replied. "It is great. It has a field, 1st class bedrooms, and is something the kids will learn from."
"Alright, I'm in!" Linda agreed.
"Let's just hope they won't be making out the whole time," Tiffany grumbled.
"I can see where Gretchen gets her attitude," Mrs. Tjinder snapped.
*P&F*
"Good night, guys," Phineas greeted.
"Good night, Phin," Isabella replied kissing him on the cheek.
"I'm just glad we're not making out like those two," Phineas commented pointing to Ferb and Gretchen in their good night make out session.
"Ferb, it's time to go inside," Phineas reminded him.
Ferb held out a finger (signaling one more minute).
"At least I live across the street. Gretchen still has a couple of blocks to go," Isabella stated.
Soon, Ferb and Gretchen broke from their kiss.
"Same time tomorrow?" Gretchen asked.
"Totally," Ferb replied as he winked at her.
Finally, the girls were gone and it was just Phineas and Ferb. They ate their dinner, went up to bed, and slept for a whole 5 hours. No no. This is not normal. Oh yeah. Their mother was there to wake them up with a bugle.
"Rise and shine, boys. You're going to military school," Linda announced.
"Mom, is this a prank? It's 2 in the morning," Phineas groaned.
"Well, you have to be at the Danville Military Institute by 5 and it's a 3 hour drive and the bus is going to be here any minute," Linda explained.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Phineas yelled.
I've been getting kind of bored so I'm going to add a theme song to it. Tell me what you think.
Our summer love was the best that it could get. We'd have so much time in the sun.
Now we have school work that we wish we could forget. That means we can't have fun.
Um. Hello? Mic on? Let us do the singing, thank you. 1, 2, 3, 4!
Whatever. I'm not wearing something like that ever.
I'm throwing tantrums like it's bad weather. Woah-oh-oh!
Step back! Watch me become the quarterback.
I'm saving up for my Cadillac. Woah-oh-oh.
Has life always been this crazy? I'm never prepared or am I just that lazy?
I've got love and I'll just be coming back for more. I'll just see life like I've never seen before.
It's fantastic. No, it's Phintastic! It's fantastic. No, it's Phintastic.
*P&F*
"Did we do something wrong?" Ferb asked.
"No. Well, yes. I don't think you guys are active enough. All you do is sit there under the oak tree. You need to beef up so you can do boy things like play football and run track," Linda explained.
"We already play football," Phineas pointed out.
"Do you play it often? Linda asked.
"In what context?" Phineas replied.
"You guys need to pack up a weekend's worth of clothes because you are going to military school," Linda ordered.
Candace burst into the room.
"Are you serious? They're leaving for good?" Candace questioned.
"Do you actually care that they're leaving?" Linda inquired.
Linda looked over at Candace who was already packing their stuff and she straightened up.
"Yeah. I'm going to miss the little guys messing up my stuff, ruining my plans, oh what the heck? See you later, losers," Candace teased as she ran out of the room.
"Can't you ask someone like Buford to come with us? We're going to need some protection," Phineas suggested batting his eyelashes.
"Oh, you'll have company. Isabella and Gretchen are coming with you," Linda told them.
"We're doomed," Ferb groaned.
*I*
"No entiendo. Escuela Militar?" Isabella asked. (This is Google Translate Spanish. She said :I don't understand. Military school?)
"Si, Isabella. I thought it may give you some time to work a little muscle to protect yourself and play sports," Vivian explained.
"I am fine, mom. I don't need more muscle," Isabella protested.
"According to your doctor's report, you are underweight," Vivian stated. "You are going to the military school mi hija and that's final!" Vivian ordered.
Two seconds later, Phineas called her.
"What's up?" Isabella asked.
...
"You're going too?"
...
"It's not serendipitous. We're doomed!"
...
"Watch your language, Phineas!"
...
"Fine. Let's pack our stuff." Isabella took off her phone and stowed it away at the bottom of her suitcase.
*G*
Gretchen threw a book across the room.
"You don't have to throw a tantrum!" Tiffany ordered.
"Military school? I am not a delinquent!" Gretchen shouted.
"You do have anger issues!" Tiffany yelled.
"After 11 years of staying quiet and finally wanting to speak out, you call that anger issues? Have you even studies the psychology behind it? I have!" Gretchen argues.
"Look, I know you hate me but this is for your own good," Tiffany explained. "You need to go to military school. It's only for the weekend. Your friends will be there. I know I had a lot of friends when I was your age..."
Gretchen groaned and face palmed. Her phone rang and she answered.
"Hello?"
...
"Hey Ferb. What's up?"
...
"You too? You don't even do anything wrong!"
...
"It is too a punishment!"
...
"I DO NOT HAVE ANGER ISSUES!"
...
"Fine, I'm coming but it's 2 in the morning so don't expect much from me.
*at the Flynn-Fletcher residence's backyard*
"Oh my gosh!" Isabella squeals. "Why are we going to military school?"
"I know. We don't need to be disciplined," Gretchen agreed. "Well, most of us don't"
They all turned to Phineas.
"What? Okay, maybe I do get carried away and let a few things slip when I'm talking but that doesn't mean I need to go to military school!" Phineas argued.
"This is all your fault, Phineas!" Gretchen argued back.
"This time, I think it's all our faults," Ferb defended.
"Oh really, Mr. Perfect?" Isabella demanded. "What do you think I've done."
They stood in the backyard and argued for a while until Perry and Penny decided to come out of their house in their teal and crème bathrobes.
"What are you doing? It's 2 in the morning?" Penny groaned taking a sip of coffee.
"Yeah. Can't you guys argue at around 11?" Perry agreed.
"We have no time! We're being sent to military school!" Phineas explained.
Penny spit out her coffee.
"MILITARY SCHOOL? Here's what you have to do: pack up everything you need till you reach the bus. Then, when you're out of sight from your parents, crash at a friend's house for the weekend," Penny started.
"Penny, have you been sent to military school?" Perry asked.
"Too many times to count, Mr. Perfect. By the way, who used my nickname?" Penny demanded.
They all pointed at Isabella.
"Whatchya doin?" Penny asked.
"Can you just continue with your plan?" Isabella replied.
"Right after that, you hop on the bus when it comes on the way, jump out for your parents to see and you're home free," Penny concluded.
"I guess that could work," Phineas agreed.
"Hey where's Gretchen?" Ferb asked.
Penny's phone rang.
"Hello?"
...
"Another one?"
...
"Sure. I'll have Ferb drop it off."
Everyone turned to look at her.
"Ferb, I need you to drop off a punching bag for Gretchen." Penny told him.
"A punching bag?" Ferb questioned.
"Every girl needs a punching bag. Even Isabella has a-," Penny stopped when Isabella gave her the cut it out sign. "Um...nothing."
"Let's crash at Django's house," Ferb suggested.
"I guess his parents will be cool," Phineas agreed.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to deliver this punching bag," Ferb said as he lugged the 4 foot punching bag 2 blocks away to Gretchen's house.
*in the morning around 3am*
Phineas, Ferb, and Isabella were in front of the Flynn-Fletcher household waiting for the bus with their bags.
"Izzy, where's Gretchen?" Phineas asked.
Right on cue, Gretchen came up literally being dragged by her mother to the bus stop.
"There we go! Have fun!" Tiffany shouted as she ran to her car and drove away.
"Why were you acting like that? Did you forget the plan?" Ferb questioned.
"Of course I didn't. I have her wallet," Gretchen announced holding up a glittery silver wallet.
"Gretchen!" Ferb yelled.
"Relax, I didn't steal it. I'm supposed to use it 'in case of emergency'," Gretchen quoted.
A yellow and bright blue bus came up the drive. It had a sun with a smiley face and the bus driver was playing some music while the other children looked happy.
"Maybe that's our bus," Phineas announced.
Sadly, the bus went right past them.
"What the heck?" Phineas yelled.
Then, a brown and gray bus with barb wire and a bunch of unhappy kids came up to them and stopped. It opened its dirty and musty doors to welcome the victims.
"Get in," the driver ordered.
The kids hesitated but slowly walked onto the bus, knowing they weren't going to be there for that long.
When they turned a block, Phineas said, "Sir, can we get off now. I just realize this is the wrong bus."
"Sorry. When you're on the bus, you can't get off Mr. Phineas Flynn. Your parents warned me about you. You and your friends are staying on this bus," the driver grumbled.
"You can't keep us here!" Isabella yelled.
"Oh yes I can. It's in my contract," the bus driver stated. "If you even try to hurt me, I can sue you for everything you got."
Ferb held Gretchen back before she ripped the driver's head off. The other kids on the bus looked really depressed.
"Hey, do you guys know what goes on in this school?" Phineas asked a boy with brown hair and a pale face.
"It's horrible! The food is disgusting, the instructors are harsh, but the Commander is so strict that you get rat pit for looking at him funny," the boy explained and started crying.
"Okay. We need to get out of here," Phineas announced.
"No duh!" Isabella replied.
"If I knock out the driver, he probably won't remember a thing..." Gretchen thought aloud.
"Gretchen, snap out of it!" Ferb ordered.
"Yeah girly, stop dreaming. We're here!" the driver proclaimed.
"Oh."
"My."
"Tralfazz."
"No!"
The building looked about 5 stories tall with a barb wire gate and officers at every exit. The building itself was a dull gray with some black on the towers. Yes, there were towers. Probably to keep the poor princess up there until her parents got her back. Luckily, I don't see any signs of dragons. A man who seemed to be the Commander stepped out to greet them. He was about 6'4, had a buzz cut, had on a military uniform, and had a menacing scar over his left eye like Dr. D 2.
"Welcome. I see you guys have entered the weekend long course and am hoping to see you again next week or forever, as most are. I am the Commander and you shall address me as such. I have many rules and you must follow them or face various consequence. Just to name a few, no chewing gum, no fighting, no laughing out loud, no perfume, no glitter, no tattoos (permanent or temporary), no weird haircuts, no dirty clothes, no funny shoes, no jokes out loud, don't speak out of turn, don't insult the staff, no talking back, a few more other things, and most importantly, NO ESCAPING!" the Commander ordered. "HEAD TO THE MESS HALL AND GET SOME LUNCH!"
The kids lugged their bags to the mess hall and awaited the food being brought to them after a LONG ride.
"Here you go. One roadkill ravioli stew," the cook announced handing a poor kid the slop.
"Um, I've recently become a vegetarian so do you have anything else?" Ferb asked.
"Well, of course. I have some green bean and fish scale slop to give. Which would you prefer?" the cook asked.
"I'll take the roadkill stew thingy," Ferb requested.
The cook served it up on a plate and shoved it into Ferb's hands.
"I'm not hungry," Phineas tried.
"You're not allowed to insult me, and not taking my food is insulting," the cook countered as she put some stew on a plate and dropped it in his hands.
Isabella just took her stew and shuddered.
"I'd like the rest of the roadkill ravioli stew and green bean and fish scale slop," Gretchen challenged.
"You couldn't stomach all of that down," the cook countered.
"Watch me," Gretchen argued.
The cook set down two heaping plates of stew and slop in front of her.
"Eat up," the cook said smirking.
To the cook's dismay, Gretchen finished the whole thing in under a minute.
"A little more salt next time, sugar," Gretchen teased.
"How did you finish all of that? All we have left is mac and cheese," the cook complained.
"Get cooking," Gretchen ordered.
The kids cheered as Gretchen went to sit with her friends.
"You have the appetite of a hungry hyena," Ferb commented.
"I also have a good metabolism. Soon, this will all be gone," Gretchen explained, talking about her fat, her friends wishing it was about the military school.
A/N: That is part 1 of this marvelous special. I wanted to get this out quick before it's too late. Now for the big news. There is this new singer named Rochelle Diamante. She has written a new song called Queen Bee. Usually, I don't look at this stuff but this girl is really good. Look it up on YouTube and ITunes. I really want her to get famous so I want all of you to spread the word. Tell your friends and request it to your favorite radio station. Ciao!