(A/N) Hi! I'm back. I had time so I decided to post the next chapter of this story. I can't wait to find out how the grown-up gang spends their last days in Phineas and Ferb's backyard! If you're as excited as I am, please follow, favorite, review, etc.. I love seeing the support from you all. Enjoy the story! And I apologize in advance for the cliffhangerish ending. Not really haha ;)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I cannot lay claim to anything in the Phineas and Ferb world.

Baljeet's POV

I walked into the Flynn-Fletcher house and I could not believe my eyes.

"My old friends!" I exclaimed. "How good it is to see you all."

Everybody was already there, from Phineas and Ferb to my good old bully Buford. I walked over to him.

"Hello, Buford," I started. "How nice it is to see you again!"

"You too, nerd," he grunted. "Why are you late? We've all been waiting for you."

"I am very sorry," I began, heat rising in my cheeks from embarrassment. "Some computers went down at the university so I had to manually calculate student grades for the whole department! Can you believe that? These are math professors, people. Can they not calculate their own grades without computers? No. They have to ask Baljeet to do it. Oh, I am full of ire right now!"

"Calm down, nerd, or I'm going to have to give you a wedgie right here in front of everybody," Buford said with a sly grin.

I gulped.

"Nah, just kidding," said Buford laughing. "We're all here to have a good time."

"Oh, that is a relief," I said. "Thank goodness you have mellowed with age."

Our conversation was interrupted by Phineas making an announcement to the entire group.

"Alright gang!" Phineas said with enthusiasm. "Looks like we're all here. Why don't we move out to the backyard?"

We followed Phineas into the backyard and the December chill in the air nipped at my skinny frame, making me wish I had remembered to bring my jacket from my car.

I looked out over the expanse of the backyard. I had spent countless hours here in my childhood. It had become like a second home to me. We had done so many cool things like building supercomputers and a solar system race that I had won. Of course, I had mishaps happen as well. Like that one time that I had almost transferred the Earth's atmosphere onto the moon. Er…. but that is another story. It seemed like the others were sharing my thoughts as well.

"I used to come in through that gate every single day," said Isabella with a nostalgic sigh.

"We used to always be tinkering with something here. Right, Ferb?" asked Phineas.

The normally silent Ferb did not respond.

"Too bad the house is being sold," said Phineas in a downcast voice.

A cloud of sadness seemed to wash over us and we were silent for a second.

"Well, Carpe diem," continued Phineas. "We're all here for a week and that's a whole week before we say goodbye to this place. Let's make the most of our time here!"

"What shall we do?" asked Isabella.

I gingerly raised my hand.

"Er…. slide rule?" I suggested. That idea was shot down immediately. Clearly, the rest of the group was not as academically inclined.

"We could build an ice skating rink," said Isabella excitedly. "Or we could redo the beach! That was a ton of fun."

"I liked the roller coaster," said Buford. "Or maybe we could build another escape tower! I bet I could smash my way out of that thing."

"That didn't go so well last time," said Phineas with a chuckle.

"What about you, Ferb?" asked Phineas. "I wish we could see what memory you're thinking about right now."

Ferb blinked.

Suddenly, a metaphorical lightbulb turned on over Phineas' triangular head.

"Ferb! You're a genius!" Phineas gushed. "We can build a machine that reconstructs all our favorite memories and turns them into real things that we can explore again!" "It's late and it's time for dinner, so we can't start now, but Ferb, I know what we're gonna do tomorrow!"

And with that, we were all buzzing excitedly and turned back around to head into the house to wash up for dinner.

At the dinner table, we were all catching up with one another and discussing various aspects of our lives. Candace and Jeremy had brought their little daughter Amanda, and Candace was pregnant with another child that was going to be due anytime soon.

"I'm eight months pregnant," she was saying. 'I can feel the little one kicking around. It's so cute!"

I was telling everyone how I had become a tenured professor at my university and had the highest student approval ratings of any professor in the math department.

"I make mathematics fun!" I said. "I mold young minds to become upstanding members of the math community."

"Please never again use math and fun in the same sentence," said Isabella with a laugh. "Not for me."

"Then perhaps you should join my class," I suggested.

The rest of dinner passed with us making jokes and regaling each other with exploits.

I had brought the famous Tjinder family goat vindaloo to share and everyone loved it.

Ferb had brought haggis and Isabella had brought gefilte flan.

After a sumptuous meal, we gathered in the living room to chat and play a few rounds of cards.

We chose to play poker and decided that the winner would get to go first when it came to deciding whose memory would come to life.

Ferb, Buford, and I were the main competitors and after I calculated that my probability of winning was close to zero, I folded.

Ferb and Buford continued playing, but Ferb's poker face was unbeatable.

We were all tired and decided to head upstairs to go to bed. I would be sharing a room with Buford.

"Remember to brush your teeth, Buford," I called out.

"You're asking me to take advice from a guy wearing pajamas with rulers on them?" he said laughing.

"They are protractors!" I said indignantly.

In the midst of the friendly ribbing, everyone in the house was excited for the prospects of the upcoming week. Even Perry.

Wait. I had not seen Perry all day.

"Where is Perry?" I asked.