Worth Its Weight In Gold

By: xXxDaughteroftheKingxXx

©- Disney

AN: Hehe...

Remember how last update I said I would post Chapter 4 as soon as Chapter 5 was finished?

Look who just now finished Chapter 5.

I'm so incredibly sorry, you guys. I genuinely do love writing this story, but I guess I got out of this fandom for a while... But now I'm back! I promise I'll try to write more chapters. Promise.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter.

Chapter Four- Calling in the Cavalry

"Alright," said Milly, glancing at her clipboard. "We've got Buford!" She smiled widely, a light blush spreading to her cheeks.

"Bet someone's happy 'bout that," Katie giggled teasingly, nudging her friend.

"I'm always happy to help Phineas and Ferb," Milly said smoothly. "It's all part of the job, Kit Kat."

"Aw, come on! You guys promised you wouldn't call me that anymore!"

"Promises can be broken, right?" Milly shrugged. She looked up at the house number and said, "Oh, hey, this is Buford's house!"

"Yeah," muttered Katie. "I'm sure you have it memorized, Mills."

"Ah, can it, Wilson," Milly grumbled, walking up to the door. She politely knocked on it, waiting for an answer.

After a few moments of awkwardly waiting on the dirty, old porch, the door flew open, revealing a tiny blonde woman with brown eyes and a bright smile. "Hi, girls!" she said cheerfully. "What can I do for you?"

Milly and Katie exchanged strange looks, as if wondering, This is Buford's mom? "Um, we… we just wanted to see Buford, Miss van Stomm," Milly answered, rubbing her neck awkwardly.

The woman nodded. "Oh, of course! Buford, sweetie!" she called, turning to the house. "Some of your friends are here to see you!"

In the house, a collective groan was heard, followed by the sound of a person running downstairs. Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Who is it, Ma?" Buford sighed, hands stuffed into his cargo pants. He glanced out the door, and Milly and Katie waved brightly. "Oh, it's a couple of Girly's friends. It's cool, Ma. They're friends."

Miss van Stomm smiled warmly. "Of course, sweetie. You three have fun." Buford stepped outside, nodding, and closed the door behind him with another groan.

"We speak of this to no one," he warned.

Milly and Katie nodded. "Agreed."

"Ugh, why did Isabella give us the weird ones?" Holly groaned.

Adyson glanced at the other girl's clipboard and grimaced. "We have Irving, Django, and a few other guys who we don't really know that well. Wow, you're right. We did get the weird ones!"

Holly smirked deviously. "Well, all but one to a certain Miss Addy Sweetwater who's got sweets for Django Brown!"

"Oh, heck no, Holly! I soo don't have a crush on Django! He's too… weird!"

"Mhm, whatever you say, Addy," giggled Holly. "C'mon, let's go talk to…" She glanced up at the house Adyson was leading her to, then at the clipboard. "You've got to be kidding me."

Adyson shrugged. "Might as well get it over with, Holly,"

Holly sighed. "I guess you're right," she admitted, walking up to the door. "Let's do this."

Adyson rang the door bell, which sounded suspiciously like 'Gitchi Gitchi Goo', when finally, after a few moments, the door opened.

Holly and Adyson's jaws dropped.

A tall, blonde-haired boy with blue eyes stared down at the two girls. "May I help you?" he asked curtly.

Holly glanced at her clipboard, then at the number on the house, then at the boy. "Um… yeah," she stammered. "Is… is Irving here?"

He nodded. "IRVING! TWO GIRLS ARE DOWN HERE TO SEE YOU!"

"ARE THEY CUTE?!" came the response.

The boy, who Holly and Adyson guessed was Albert, looked over them almost creepily and shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

"Sweet!" The girls could hear Irving run as fast as his legs could carry him to the door.

Irving smoothed out his shirt, putting a suave(not really) smile on his face. "Why, hello, la—" His voice stopped abruptly. "Holly? Adyson?"

The two Fireside Girls nodded, jaws still slightly ajar, exchanging looks with each other.

"Oh, cool," Irving shrugged, pushing his older brother out of the doorway. "So, whatcha doin' here?"

Somewhere in Danville, Isabella looked up suspiciously, then returned to her clipboard.

"We, um, wanted to ask if you'd be willing to help us on our project on keeping Phineas and Ferb in Danville," Adyson finally said.

Irving brightened. "Oh, sure, of course! I knew this was coming! I knew it!"

"Riight. Of course you did," Holly said. "Um, well, that's all we wanted to know. So, uh, we'll just… go now!" The two girls turned around and ran as fast as they could toward the sidewalk.

"Was that Albert?" Adyson whispered to Holly. The other girl nodded breathlessly.

"Wow. He's changed… You know… For a nerd, he's pretty hot."

"Yes, yes, he is."

"I wonder how the others are doing," Gretchen said curiously.

Isabella shrugged. "I'm sure they're doing just fine. They always come through."

"I know, I know," Gretchen said. "But, still, we sent them after Buford and Irving. Irving! He's got that creepy brother of his!"

"Who, Albert?" Ginger asked curiously. The smallest Fireside Girl nodded. "He came over one day to help tutor Stacy," the Asian girl said, a small smile spreading to her face. "And as much as it pains me to say it, he looked really cute."

The other two girls turned to Ginger, astonished looks on their faces. "What? He did!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can really imagine Albert as being cute," Isabella said, shaking her head.

"Me either," Gretchen agreed.

Ginger shrugged. "Oh well, suit yourself." She looked up. "Hey, this is Baljeet's house! Yes!"

Gretchen rolled her eyes. "I swear, Ginger, you're as bad with Baljeet as Izzy is with Phineas!"

"Hey!" both girls said in unison.

"I only speak the truth," Gretchen said defensively, raising her hands. "Come on, girls, let's go talk to 'Jeet before Ginger dies of happiness."

"What is it, Pick On Ginger Day or something?" Ginger muttered, crossing her arms as Isabella stepped up and knocked on Baljeet's door.

"Yes?" the Indian boy said as he opened the door, somewhat impatiently.

Ginger made a small squeaking sound. "H-hi, Baljeet," she stuttered.

Baljeet nodded to the girl, turning to Isabella. "Is something wrong, Isabella?" he asked worriedly.

"Nothing's wrong with me," the Mexican-Jewish girl reassured. "But, there is something wrong with Phineas and Ferb."

"Oh, no," he said worriedly. "Please do not tell me that they have been hit by another Dull-And-Boring-Ray."

"Dull-And-Boring-Ray?" Gretchen muttered to Ginger, who shrugged.

"No, they haven't," Isabella said. "The problem is, at the end of this summer, Phineas and Ferb are leaving Danville!"

"Phineas and Ferb are moving?" the Indian teen said, horrified. "Ooh, that is terrible! What are we going to do in the summer without them?"

"Exactly," Isabella said gravely. "That's why, we're going to do something about it!"

Baljeet raised an eyebrow. "What do you plan to do? Ask Buford to tie them up and toss them in a room until they can stay?"

"It's a possibility," Gretchen said, grinning slightly.

"The last plan," Isabella reassured, noticing Baljeet pale visibly. "But, we've got a few other plans to keep them here."

The boy seemed to ponder for a few seconds, then he nodded. "Alright. I am in."

Ginger squealed loudly, throwing her arms around him. "Oh, yay!" Baljeet turned a deep red color as Ginger released him, also blushing. "Um, sorry," she apologized.

"N-no," Baljeet stammered. "It is… It is alright."

Ginger giggled, and Isabella and Gretchen rolled their eyes. "Thanks, Baljeet," Isabella said, grabbing Ginger's arm and walking off the porch. "We'll talk to you about it later."

"And that's the plan," Milly finished.

Buford crossed his arms stubbornly, looking at both girls. "And what's in it for me?" he asked warily.

"The pleasure of keeping two friends in Danville?" Katie offered hopefully.

Buford continued to stare at her. "You're going to have to do better than that, Blondie."

"Aw, come on, Buford," Milly said, putting on her best 'puppy dog eyes'. She reached out and touched his arm hopefully. "Please?"

Buford's lower lip trembled slightly, and he glanced at Milly, then sighed slightly. "Eh…"

Milly looked up at him pleadingly, trying to look as cute as possible. "Please?"

Buford crossed his arms stubbornly, but sighed. "Fine. I'm in, but only because if Dinner Bell moves, I won't be able to bully him anymore!"

"Yes!" Milly cried, grinning. "Thanks, Buford!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't mention it. Seriously, don't."

Milly smiled, motioning for Katie to leave with her. "Gotcha. Later, Bufe."

Once the two girls had gotten far enough from the bully's house, Katie turned to her friend and whispered, "How did you do that?"

"Guess I'm just that good," Milly smirked. "And plus, Buford's a teddy bear on the inside, you know?"

Katie shook her head. "I have soo much to learn from you."