Worth Its Weight In Gold

By: xXxDaughteroftheKingxXx

©- Disney

AN: Alright, here is CHAPTER ONE of my first multi-chapter PnF story! I'm excited! I hope I do well! :]

I STILL NEEDS WAYS TO KEEP PHINEAS AND FERB IN DANVILLE!

Disclaimer: Don't own PnF!

Chapter One- The News

"WE'RE MOVING?"

Linda Flynn flinched slightly at her daughter's loud scream. "Yes, dear, we're moving." she responded calmly. "Your father has gotten a job offer in the next state over."

"We're moving." Candace repeated slowly. "You're making me move away from Jeremy? Can't I just get my own place? I'm eighteen now, remember?" The now-adult grinned triumphantly, praising herself for the brilliant plan.

"Well, if you want to get your own apartment here, then I suppose it'd be alright for you to stay here," Lawrence mused. "As long as it's alright with your mother…"

"Aw come on, Dad, I'm eighteen! A legal adult! I can vote! I could get married if I want to, without your permission!"

Linda sighed. "If it means that much for you to stay in Danville, then, yes, you can stay. Just remember, you'll be living on your own from now on."

Candace grinned. "Oh, puh-lease, Mom! You're acting like I couldn't survive crossing the road without you or Dad holding my hand!"

"Alright, I know, sweetie," Linda chuckled. "But sometimes, to me, you're still that little girl who loved Ducky Mo—"

"Mom!" Candace whined. She rolled her eyes. "I'm going to call Stacy, alright?" She ran back up to her room, whipping out her cell phone. In a matter of a few moments, Linda and Lawrence could hear Candace chatting away with her longtime best friend.

"Well, that went better than we expected," Lawrence mused.

Linda nodded. "I wasn't really worried about Candace," she admitted. "She's right; she can stay here in Danville and be perfectly fine. I…" She took a momentary pause, then softened her voice. "I'm just not sure how well the boys will take it."

"Relax, dear," Lawrence said reassuringly. "The boys love a good adventure. I'm sure they'll see it as their latest adventure—the newest chapter in their life. After all, you know Phineas."

"I guess you're right," Linda sighed. "But—call it mothers' instinct—I have a feeling Phineas and Ferb aren't going to like this—at all."

"Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today!" Phineas cried excitedly, jumping onto his brother's bed.

Ferb blinked, as if asking for a further explanation.

"Well, you remember how Isabella was talking about how they needed a new clubhouse?" Ferb nodded. "We should totally make a new one for them! One complete with everything we put in Candace's treehouse!" Phineas grinned triumphantly, while Ferb rolled his eyes.

Still, at age 13, Phineas Flynn was still the most oblivious boy in the Tri-State Area. He hadn't picked up on any of Isabella's hints, or any of his own feelings. Really, it was silly. He was willing to do pretty much anything Isabella asked him to, yet, he still didn't know that he seriously liked her. Ferb wondered if he'd ever realize.

"Should we call Buford and Baljeet and tell them?" Ferb asked quietly.

Phineas froze in the middle of sketching out the lodge and nodded furiously. "Oh, yeah. Gotta remind them to come over this time. Otherwise, they might forget, like yesterday." He shook his head. "I can't believe they actually forget we were going to be building! I mean, we do build every single day. Gee, you'd think they'd remember by now." He shrugged, pulling out his orange phone. "Oh well."

Phineas was about ready to dial Buford's number when the boys heard someone knocking on the door, followed by, "Boys? Can we come in?"

Ferb sent Phineas a slightly confused look; usually their parents waited for them to come down for dinner. Phineas, in turn, shrugged nonchalantly, and called, "Sure! The door's unlocked!"

Linda and Lawrence both stepped in, smiling slightly. "So, what crazy idea do you boys have planned for today?" asked Linda.

Finally, when Phineas was 12 and Ferb was 13, Candace managed to bust her brothers. Unfortunately for her, Linda, after being reassured by nearly every responsible adult in Danville that the boys did this every day without getting hurt, allowed the boys to keep inventing, so long as she and Lawrence could see what they were building beforehand.

"We're going to build Isabella's troop a new clubhouse!" Phineas said excitedly, a huge grin on his face. "She said they were thinking of renovating it , and were going to raise money to remodel it, so Ferb and I decided to build them a new one!"

Linda chuckled. "Well, sounds like you two are going to have a great time. I'm sure Isabella and the Fireside Girls will love their new clubhouse." She cleared her throat. "But, that's not what your father and I came to talk to you boys about."

Phineas furrowed his brow in confusion. "Ookay. What's up?"

"Phineas, Ferb," Linda said, as gently and carefully as possible. "Your father has gotten a job offer."

"That's a good thing," Ferb said slowly. "Why do you seem upset about it?"

"Boys," Lawrence continued. "The job offer I was offered requires us to move."

"Well, I guess that's okay," Phineas said, and Ferb nodded. "We can always visit our friends after school, right? It's not that far away, is it?"

Linda grimaced. "Boys, we have to move to the next state over. The town we'll be moving to is about seven or so hours away from Danville."

Phineas made a retching noise that sounded like a dying cat. He pointed to the air in front of him, then the air next to Ferb, as if trying to connect to the dots, and his mouth was wide open. Next to him, Ferb was taking it better, but on the inside, he was just as shocked as Phineas.

"We're… moving?" Phineas said incredulously, after several moments of awkward silence. His parents shifted uncomfortably, but nodded slightly.

Phineas laughed, almost hysterically. "Aw, come on, guys, you're just kidding us. We're being Punk'd or something, right? Am I right?" He grinned, almost if expecting hidden cameras to pop out or something.

"Phineas," Linda said, grimacing. "We're not joking, sweetie. We really are moving."

"I'm not stupid, Mom," Phineas laughed. "You're soo joking with us!" He nudged his brother, the goofy grin still on his triangular face. "Tell her, Ferb!"

"Phineas," Ferb replied hesitantly. "I don't think they're joking with us."

The younger stared at his brother for a long, hard moment, before his shoulders slumped dejectedly. "I was really hoping you guys were just kidding," he mumbled. "We're really moving?"

"We're really moving," Lawrence confirmed sympathetically.

"When?" Phineas choked out. "How long do we have in Danville?"

"We're leaving a week or two before school starts," Linda answered. "But, we'll be bringing some of our stuff to our new house over the summer."

Phineas sat on his bed miserably, burying his head in his hands. "We're leaving Danville." Ferb stared at his parents, then nodded his head slightly towards the door, as if asking them to leave.

Lawrence cleared his throat awkwardly. "We'll, uh, just leave you two alone." He and Linda then exited the boys' room, closing the door behind them.

Phineas looked up at Ferb, who was standing over him, miserably. "We're leaving Danville." he whispered.

"We'll make new friends," Ferb reassured gently. "After all, we are Phineas and Ferb."

Phineas cracked a weak grin. "I know," he said. "It's just…" He swallowed. "Danville's the only home I've ever known. I-I don't know how I'm going to be able to part with it." He sniffed. "And-and then there's Isabella and Baljeet and Buford and heck, even Irving that we're leaving behind! I-I can't just leave my friends behind! I-I…" He groaned miserably. "As much as I hate to say this, this really sucks."

Ferb sat down next to his brother, patting his back reassuringly. "Yes," he murmured, "yes, it does."

AN: I NEED IDEAS TO KEEP PnF IN DANVILLE! MEH!