Chapter 6: The Realization

Ferb's Point of View

We said good bye to Jeremy as he went back into the Flynn-Fletcher backyard to wait for us to call and say when to come back in time to pick us up. Now the hard part was finding them. We went to the village and asked around, they all said in the end that they had gone south west (towards the Rhine River), and a group of German soldiers decided to follow them. (That can't be good).

"Hey Ferb?" Candace asked. "Do you even how long we could be here?"

"No. No I don't," I responded.

"Great," Candace muttered.

"Um, if they went South West, then we could head that way," Baljeet said. "That way, if we bump into those soldiers or Phineas and Isabella we'll have a start on what to do next. Of course if it is Phineas and Isabella, then we can just go straight home." I nodded, it was a good plan to start out with. Of course, if I knew them (Phineas and Isabella) at all, then they would most likely try to stay together.

We all headed south west and saw a large amount of footprints but no people. After about an hour of walking, we discovered a small cave where it might have been where Phineas and Isabella had stayed for a short time. There was evidence or a quick escape though. We followed the tracks that ran all the way to the Rhine River, but after that, the tracks turned around and headed towards a nearby train station… Oh god… Please let don't let us be late for this.

Isabella's Point of View (It will usually be Ferb or Isabella's Point of View for this story if you haven't noticed already, plus I will throw in a Phineas Point of View later as Phineas and Isabella get separated. OH NO'S I've said too much!)

We were tied up and almost half dragged back to a train station where we were put on… what looks like an animal train, only filled with people. The guards kept us under lock and key for several days, coming in three times a day to give each of us a meal. Other than that, we were left to survive in the small cell we were assigned to. Eventually someone must've taken an interest in us because someone had ordered us to be brought before him… Like this can't be good.

"Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" he asked us.

"Parlez-vous français?"

"¿Habla usted español?"

"Spreek je Nederlands?

"Czy znasz polski?"

"Taler du dansk?"

"DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?" he said getting more annoyed as he spoke in different languages.

Of course Phineas had to show off just how much time he had spent learning different languages (mainly to be able to talk with Mallorie *blanch*).

"Nicht wirklich," Phineas said.

"Pas assex pour faire le tour de France à moins qu'ils ne parlent pas anglais."

"Una pequeña cantidad."

"Niet echt."

"Ledwo."

"Eh, * Phineas shrugs* det er tvivlsomt."

"Of course," Phineas said finishing the list of languages.

"Show off," I muttered. He smiled.

"Don't play around with me!" the man said. "I haven't got much time to talk with you, so lets get straight to work. Why did you guys run from a German group of soldiers?"

"Well, we thought that they meant us harm," Phineas responded feeling more comfortable.

"So instead of investigating whether or not they meant you harm, you just decided to take to your heels?" he asked eye brows raised. Phineas and I nodded. The interview lasted for ten more minutes before we were led away again. We were put on another train headed towards the heart of Germany.

"I wonder where we are being taken to this time," Phineas said looking out the train window.

"I don't know," I responded. "Why do you look so eager?"

"I look eager?" Phineas asked. I nodded. "Well, it probably has to do with what I'm planning for later on."

"Well what's that?" I asked.

"You'll see," Phineas responded pulling out his sketchbook and started drawing stuff on blank pieces of paper.