Author's Note: HELLO ALL. I'm INCREDIBLY sorry for making you all wait, but you know the usual excuse that comes from every author. COLLEGE. Oh, and theater. Got into another as well. I will hopefully continue to write more chapters for this story and I'm sorry for anyone that I have let down... Plus, I still miss Phineas and Ferb a lot. This is basically my healing process.
The Forest - Morning
Phineas awoke earlier than usual, mostly because the cold air was nipping on his skin. He sat up and looked over at Ferb, who is still sound asleep. Snoring like a windmill, but still sound asleep.
I guess I better start on the fire. Phineas thought.
Phineas got out of the tent and put his winter coat. He looked over at Lawrence's tent and can hear him snoring as well.
Phineas giggled at the thought of "like father, like son" moment. He looks around for some wood he can use, but it seems they've already collected it from last night's fire.
Phineas sighs, "Guess I'll go grab some wood in the forest, then."
So far, Phineas has collected a good amount of firewood, plenty to make a fire. As he's walking, a good chunk of wood caught his eye like a piece of gold in a cave.
Hmm… A big clunk of that wouldn't hurt. Phineas thought.
He tried bending down when he felt the entire stack of fall off of his hands.
"Great, only you would, Phineas Romanov…"
He groaned inwardly and started picking up the firewood.
And that's when he heard a growl behind him.
Phineas raised his eyebrows.
It's not a lion. It's not a bear. It's a…
He quickly turned around and looked down at his feet while squealing with glee, "A platypus!"
And there it was. A platypus just looking at Phineas with his googly eyes. It was a teal-colored semi-aquatic mammal sitting in the snow.
"Wait, a mammal sitting in the snow… That's strange. What're you doing out here, buddy? Don't you live a little down south of here?" He asked.
All he got was another growl.
"You know… You shouldn't be out here alone! Why don't you come along with me?" Phineas dropped his firewood and put the platypus on his left shoulder.
"I'm sure you'll like Ferb and Mr. Fletcher! They'd enjoy some new company." He started picking the firewood off the ground and started skipping towards the camp.
"Father, have you seen Phineas anywhere?"
Ferb peeked into Lawrence's tent to check on him.
Lawrence groaned a bit, "No… I just woke up, and with this really bad crink in my neck. We should sleep somewhere with more grass next time."
Ferb chuckled, "You can sleep on my head, it's pretty green as the grass-"
"Ferb, Ferb, Ferb!" Phineas threw the firewood next their tent and ran to Ferb. He started jumping up and down with his hands behind his back.
"Whoa... " Ferb grabbed Phineas' shoulders and chuckled, "What's the matter?"
"Guess what I found!"
"... More firewood?"
Phineas grinned, "Well yeah, but look!" He revealed what he had behind him and in his hands was the platypus he found earlier.
Ferb was a bit confused, "Is that a…"
"Platypus!"
"Yes, yes, I know that. But my next question is, um… Why was it in the forest?" Ferb began to wonder.
"Does it matter?! I have wanted a pet for so long, but mother would never let me have one!" Phineas hugged Ferb and looked up at him, "Oh, Ferb! Can we please keep him?"
Ferb ran his hands through his hair while look at Phineas' puppy eyes. Boy, were they convincing…
"Well, I don't see why not-"
"YES! Thank you, Ferb! I promise to take good care of him!" He gave Ferb another squeeze and let go. "I better go show him our tent!"
Ferb breathed for a moment while watching Phineas run into their tent.
Gee, he has a lot of energy in the morning…
"Um, Ferb?"
Ferb looked up to see Phineas poking out his head through the tent.
"Yes, Phineas?"
"What should we name him?"
Sorry that this was a short chapter. I wrote this at 1 am due to my boredom. Review?