Emma's pov
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked the two kids who were currently staring at the men Elina, Sammy, and I had just put to sleep. As in unconscious, not dead.
"Are they – " The first kid asked. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a skull and cargo shorts.
"Taking a nap." Elina said, shrugging. "Where's everyone else?" The little one pointed to the door.
"Thanks!" Sammy said.
Ferb's pov
The men squeezed their triggers. I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed my muscles, waiting for impact. It never came. I opened my eyes. Elina was holding onto my arm so that the bullets went right through me. Wait – oh crap! I whipped around. Phineas grinned up at me, holding his hands up in some sort of force field around himself and Isabella. I sighed in relief.
Then I turned back to the guards – the guards that were unconscious. Wow you three work fast. I complemented. Sammy grinned.
"That is amazing." She said. "The telepathy." I shrugged.
"Yeah that is really hot." Vanessa added. I whipped to face her. She grinned.
"How did you get in here?" Phineas asked. I nodded, too shocked to speak.
"Easy enough. My Dad. I saw that your house blew up and got worried." She held up a mini plasma blaster.
"Cool." Phineas asked.
"Sweet." Isabella agreed.
"Smashing." Sammy said.
"Awwwww." Elina and Emma chorused.
Did she just say hot? I asked.
Phineas' pov
Ferb was seriously in his happy place with Vanessa there. I was in my happy place with Isabella hanging onto my arm. Of course, I'm much better at hiding my feelings than he is. Isabella poked me in the upper arm.
"Phineas." She said.
"What? Huh?" I asked, snapping out of my daydream of me and Isabella – uhhhhhh – riding – a - roller - coaster.
"I said we should get out of here before – "
"I show up?" Carter said.
"Yeah. That." She said. I frowned, instantly angry. "Ow." Isabella murmured.
"Did you say something?" I asked.
"No, I – I mean, you just – never mind."
"Hey Carter, where did you meet Emma?" I asked.
"What? How did you know about that?" Carter asked, surprised. I didn't. I thought.
"Oh, I just saw the scrap book of when you, Mom, Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro, and Emma were kids." I told him.
"What? How did you find that?" Carter yelled.
"Scrap-book?" Emma asked.
"Yeah the one that you made when you were – " Carter fell to the ground, a robot-that-used-to-be-a-computer behind him. "Passed out on the floor." I grinned. "Nice work Ferb." Ferb nodded, smiling slightly. At Vanessa. I rolled my eyes.
"Let's go before we get anymore surprise visits." Emma said. We nodded.
"But how are we going to get out of here?" I asked. "Carter's got more agents than the CIA." We were walking down the hall.
"Hey." Vanessa said. We stopped and looked at her. "Why don't we use the jet?" Ferb smiled.
"I'm with her." He said.
"No surprise there." Isabella and I chorused.