Woooow, this chapter turned out way longer than I thought it would... Anyway, sorry about the slow update and, I regret to inform you, it may not get any faster, with school starting and all. Anyway, on to the the happy news: chapter three! This chapter, my friends, has been written thanks to FrankandJoe3, who reminded me that this episode even existed! I have a list of episodes that I want to do but, as was demonstrated here, I have missed some so, by all means, send in your requests for future chapters! But for now... ENJOY CHAPTER THREE! ^^
3. Last Train to Bustville
"Wow, Phineas, it's really beautiful up here!" Isabella announced. I, once again, caught myself imagining that she was speaking only to me. Oh how I wish…
"Yes!" Baljeet said, before I could reply. "It was very kind of you to invite us to your grandparents' house-" Our Indian friend did a speedy back roll to only just avoid an oncoming basketball. "No fair! That almost hit me!"
"Life's not fair," Buford countered; we all assumed that he was the one who'd thrown the ball. "Earlier today I just missed hitting this kid with a basketball." Yup, it was him.
I decided to change the subject, in hope that it would keep Baljeet from getting pelted by another ball. "Hey, Candace, what are you up to today?" I asked, turning to my long-necked sister. I always wondered how she got such a long neck, while I got such a short neck, and Mom has a medium-sized neck.
Candace proceeded to describe how she would try to bust us again, fail again, and add today to some long line of disappointments. Poor Candace… But if that's how she wants to use up her time, who am I to judge?
"How 'bout that, Ferb, Candace already knows what she's going to do today!" I said cheerfully. I thought harder about what to do that day, but my mind kept drawing up a blank. Hmm… What would Isabella like? Then I remembered Grandpa's story about how he built a balloon and won the most famous balloon race in history. I reminded Ferb and we decided to go ask Grandpa to tell us the story again.
"Hi, Dad! Hi, Grandpa," I said, as Ferb and I walked into our grandparents' living room. "We're not interrupting, are we?"
"No, no, no, come in, boys!" Grandpa answered, a little too quickly.
"Ferb and I were just talking about the time you built a balloon and won the most famous balloon race in history," I told him, excitedly. "Can you tell us that story again?"
"Well, I went out to the barn, I built a balloon, and I won the most famous balloon race in history." Man, is our grandpa great at telling stories or what?
"Wow," I said and Ferb concurred, "He makes history come alive."
Then I had an idea for our day's activity. "Come on, Ferb, I know what we're going to do today. If you need us, we'll be out in the barn." I shouted the last part over my shoulder as we made our way out the door.
We entered the barn to find and array of epic building tools, all set out and ready to use. "Cool!" I said, ever positive. "Just look at all this great stuff!"
It took us a decent amount of time, but before long our balloons were constructed and ready to race. This activity was so exciting, and I know Ferb enjoyed it, but I couldn't keep myself from glancing at Isabella every now and then. I really hoped she was having as much fun as us.
"Alright, everyone, let's get this race started," I said, positioning myself to release the balloons. "Contact." At my command, everyone pulled their string, twisted their handle, or flipped their switch to start up their balloons.
The hot air balloons rose into the sky to soar in all their magnificent glory. Ferb, Buford, and I each had a balloon in the shape of our head, while Baljeet shared with Buford and Isabella's was in the shape of a heart. Ah, hearts… Izzy, made the perfect decision in her balloon, since hearts always remind me of her…
"Last one to the top of the mountain is a stinky dish sponge!" Buford shouted, snapping me out of my daze. And I'm glad he did because the next thing I knew, my cute black-haired friend glided up to me with a cheerful, "Watcha doin'?" (By the way, I meant Isabella, not Baljeet. I know they both have black hair, but Baljeet isn't cute…)
"About five knots," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral.
"Thought so," Isabella said in a somewhat superior tone. "I'm doin' six! Seeya at the summit, slow pokes!" And with that, she zoomed ahead of all us guys. Buford seemed angry, but it was all I could do not to stare in admiration.
As I sped up, I vaguely heard some argument going on between Baljeet and Buford. When I looked back, the Indian boy was dangling from the Buford balloon, with the real Buford laughing in his bully-like way. I shrugged it off, since Baljeet is pretty used to getting beat up and, in all honestly, doesn't seem to mind too much. However, then next time I looked back, a swordfish was sticking out of their balloon; who knows how that happened. Ferb, as quick a thinker as ever, shot a grappling hook to Baljeet and Buford, who climbed to the refuge of my brother's balloon.
All of a sudden, I heard a heart-achingly familiar voice from behind me. "Hey, Phineas, watcha doin' over there?" Isabella's sweet tone… I had thought she was in front of me though… Then I noticed the loosening of my steering wheel and pushed those thoughts aside, so I could focus on fixing the current problem.
"My steering is a little loose," I called, "I think that-" I turned to see Isabella standing right behind me in my balloon. My skipped a beat… and then another… and another… and then I had to concentrate on inhaling and exhaling, so I didn't pass out.
"You need some help?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. I know I said I wouldn't show how much I like her, but she was right there and it was so tempting. Besides, I did need the help. Right?
"Well, yeah!" Act normal, act normal… "Can you hold the wheel while I tighten it?"
"Gladly!" And with that, she placed her arms around me in a position that allowed her to hold the wheel and be super close to me at the same time. It was ever so hard to focus on the task at hand. She was so close, I could feel her sweet breath and I barely resisted the urge to lean back into her embrace. It was just so perfect…
"Yes, yes it is," I heard Isabella say. Oh gosh, did I say that out loud? I was certain I hadn't said anything, but I had been so deep in a daze that… Oh gosh, I said that out loud, didn't I? But, then, she did agree with me. But this wasn't part of the plan. What if Isabella figured out that I like her? I sighed. This moment was either going to be one of my finest or haunt me for the rest of my childhood.
"Check it out, a dodo bird!" I said. I couldn't believe my luck; something to prevent Isabella from discovering my feelings always seems to pop up! At this point, she was keeping a respectful distance from me and, though I hoped I hadn't given too much away, I did miss her embrace.
I looked over to see Ferb crossing off "find dodo bird" on one of our to-do lists and asked, "What's next on the list, Ferb?"
"Frankenstein's brain," he replied.
Burford squinted and said regretfully, "Yeah, uh, that was in my balloon."
At last, it was time to land. "Let's put em down over there, Ferb," I said, pointing to a flat, grassless plain. Only moments after we exited our balloons, we turned to see them drifting away… and I'm certain I saw the dodo bird in mine. But then, all sorts of odd things happen to us. For example, when we walked up to Candace, she called us an illusion.
"Hi, Candace," I said, as merrily as possible. She screamed slightly; I think she figured out that we weren't an illusion. "How was the train ride?"
"Oh, I give up," our older sis groaned, before stomping away.
I honestly didn't care, though. All I was thinking about was my pretty Isabella… Wait, well, I mean, she's not mine, but she is pretty… But I'm not supposed to think that! She practically hugged me, though… Aah! Okay, Phineas, you really need to stop this. Now I'm talking to myself… Isabella's so cute…
Tadaaaa! By the way, I wrote this at 1 A.M and then couldn't wait to post it, so please excuse typos. Heehee. ^^; Now, on to the reviews! It makes me so happy to see that so many people have taken an interest in my work and I thank you all so much for taking the time to write your wonderful reviews! You all are the reason I don't stop halfway through chapters and give up! (Kinda like how Candace never gives up busting...) Anywaaaaay, review responses!
sistergrimm97 ~ Thank you so much for the review and thank you for understand my odd sense of humor! (Or at least, I think it's odd.) I hope you keep reading!
FrankandJoe3 ~ First off, I have to thank you for reminding me of this episode, so I could write about it! I can't believe I forgot about it, but I'm so glad you reminded me. So, THANK YOU! =)
Midnight4568 ~ See, this is why I have awesome reviewers: I had to go look up which episode The Sinking Feeling was. At first I thought you meant the one about Buford and Biff, and I was rather confused. Anyway, I think that'd be another perfect episode for this type of story, so I will add it in soon. Thanks for the review! ^_^
thewolfstar ~ Thank you! I really have to agree; I'm never going to be able to see these episodes the same way again! (By the way, I love you username; go wolves!)
xILoveYouBeyBex ~ Thank you, yet again! And here is chapter three, AT LAST! :) Now to work on four! :P
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crazymusicalgenius96 ~ Oh, yes, I'm soooo excited to do Chronicles of Meap! (One of the episodes that I managed to NOT forget! :P) However, it being a half hour episode, it will likely turn out very long. So, hopefully I'll get to it soon or maybe I'll save it for last... o.O Anyway, thanks so much for the review!