Disclaimer: Hello 9-1-1? Yes, of course, this is an emergency! I don't own Phil of the Future!
Author's Note: 17 chapters in 5 days -- PotF FF writers rock!
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Hey Diffy? Look, I know we all said we'd never talk about that night again, but, Man, I gotta talk to someone and the rest of the carrot-peelers would only razz me and never stop. If you don't wanna talk, I don't blame you, but do you have Teslow's number? It's the swim fins, Diffo. I see swim fins wherever I go. On the tv, in newspaper ads, at the sporting goods store -- they're popping up everywhere! Two tons of tuna! This must mean something. I just gotta talk it out with somebody. I need help, Diffy, because I think maybe they're going to abduct us again. Give me a call back on my cell -- I'm hiding in Cookie Junior's hutch.
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