"Oops," Phineas muttered as he watched his hammer fall from the heights of their backyard tree.
When he saw it was headed right for an unsuspecting Ferb, who was kneeling in the grass, bent over their epic tree-house blueprints and holding it down so it didn't blow away in the wind, he quickly went to warn his brother.
"Hey, Ferb! Hammer comin' your way!" He called from the leaves.
Ferb quickly looked up so he could dodge said hammer if it came for his head, but he was a second too late and the bell landed right on his thumb.
Isabella who was sawing a board in half, had also heard the warning, quickly whipped her head around to see what the commotion was and saw Ferb quickly retract his hand from its position on the corner of the blueprint and stare at his thumb as it quickly turned bright red.
"Oh my gosh, Ferb!" She cried as she set down her hand saw and rushed to his side. "Are you okay?" She asked urgently.
Ferb looked at his hand a second more before raising his head and holding his hand away from his face while taking a deep breath.
"No," Ferb answered with a calm and even tone. "This hand is not okay," He continued with a slow shake of his head and raised his right hand to look at its palm. "but, on the other hand..." He held it up so Isabella could see while looking at her. "I am completely fine." He finished with a small smirk.
Isabella gaped at him for a good five seconds before sighing and promptly cradling her face in her right hand.
This boy... She thought.
"Ha!" Phineas exclaimed from the tree. "Good one, Ferb!"
I know...this is like, super cheesy, but I thought it would be funny.
What did ya think? I hoped you liked it!
~Joy