"What? Why are there weapons everywhere?" Phineas cried.

"They're prepping," Calavier stated. "Prepping for war."

"What do they want?!" Phineas continued.

"World domination."

"Who are they?"

"You'll find out."

"Why won't you tell me?!"

Calavier clapped twice.

"Calavier, why?" Phineas moaned.

Calavier frowned, cleared his throat, and looked up.

Then he was gone.

Phineas woke. He was very sweaty. His mom had gone a little overboard with the covers last night.

He began to get ready for school.

He went through the routine, with a racing mind, and he felt like was losing.

He got on the bus and sat down.

"Good morning!" Fiona greeted. "I still can't find my jacket. I guess I shouldn't even be asking you, since I asked yesterday-"

"I'm sorry. It was in my face when I fell out of the bus yesterday. I'm also sorry I didn't tell you then and there."

"Really? Really?! Augh! My mom is going to make me pay in cash for it, you know," Fiona stated.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just- I had a horrible day yesterday. You understand why I didn't tell you right then, right?"

"Honesty is prompt."

"Yesterday was crafted in the image of hell."

Fiona was clearly angry. She stared at him.

Phineas cowered back.

"I took care of all of the stuff you left me with. You had one thing! And you left it somewhere, probably in the middle of the road. There's probably a family of opossums in it now, and it is probably totally ruined by the grime of tires. What do you have to say?!"

"I had a horrible nightmare about darkness?"

The bus stopped.

They were at school.

They headed off to their class promptly.

"Good morning, class!" Heinz greeted. "We looked at the integumentary system yesteraday. Today, we are going to be looking at the skeletal system. This lesson might be a little tedious, it is very challenging. I'll give you fifteen seconds to look at a fully mapped out skeleton diagram, and then you, as a class, will use these fake bones to reconstruct the entire skeleton, and I want you to put the correct labels in the proper places! Yes, Calavier?"

"Why are there two skulls?"

"That... was a mistake. Mrs. Nasopharynx must be really mad right now. Who would want to reconstruct a headless skeleton?"

"Ooh! We could make Siamese twins, just like my cousins!" Pedro exclaimed.

"Knock yourself out, kid," Heinz deadpanned.

"They'll have a good head on each shoulder," Pedro continued.

"Put his heads on his butt!" Richy suggested. "Suture buns!"

"Okay, okay, no mutations, I want your standard, run-of-the-mill skeleton construction. No extra heads!"

"Then what do we do with the other head?"

"Absolutely nothing," Heinz answered.

He looked to his right to see that a third of the class was looking at the diagram already.

"No! Augh, this day has just gone perfectly. Okay, tell me if the radius and the ulna had a baby, what would it be?"

"Subcu-spaceous gland?" Buford guessed.

"That is part of the integumentary system, Buford," Heinz stated. "And it is the subcutaneous gland."

Buford growled. He didn't want to be at school.

"The humerus! Get it? The humerus? Why aren't you laughing? Don't get my... humor! It is... humorous, right? Get it now? Get it now?" Heinz ranted.

You could have heard crickets if there were any.

"Build it!" Heinz instructed. "I'll give you homework at the end of class. Now I wonder where this skull goes."

"The butt," Richy poked.

"Actually, this one goes on the counter, since we are not using this one," Heinz countered.

"So the other one goes on the butt. Wow, one lonely bun, that is so sad."

"Enough butt talk! The head goes on the anterior, not the posterior!"

"Your posterior!" Richy quipped. "Hey! I didn't say butt!"

"Save it for the digestive system, Richy! Anyway-"

"Done!" the class exclaimed.

"Oh! Whoa, that was fast. And, you have all the bones wrong, backwards, and upside down. Who has hands for feet accompanied by vice versa?" Heinz asked.

"Agh!" Baljeet exclaimed as he stammered with his hands, trying to move the labels around.

"Fingers are not called lumbar vertebrae! Nor is a toe a pelvis! You have the upper arms where the lower legs should be, you have the lower arms where the upper legs should be, and vice versa twice respectively. Your pelvis bones have the posterior anterior and vice versa- How many times will I have to say vice versa? Okay, let's work on this together."

A loud crack flew into the ears of those in the room.

"Richy! Did you bave to break one of the bones?!"

"It was just the extra skull-" Richy started.

"Extra? That was the one we were going to use! Now we are going to have to use the other skull! Agh! These belong to Mrs. Nasopharynx! What will I tell her? What? Oh, no! These are not from her body, they are fake, see?" Heinz responded.

"Prove it!" Richy challenged.

"There were two nearly identical heads, and they are whiter than falling snow on a pallid face of the moon! Okay, that was a bad example, but you get my drift. Also, there is no spongy bone on the inside of this broken fake skull."

Richy didn't look happy.

"Now quit interrupting Richy, or remember what happened when we studied the integumentary system? You don't want that." Doofenshmirtz paused for an extra jiffy. "Now, class, let's work on this together."

The fire alarm sounded.

Doofenshmirtz beckoned to them hastily and his class followed him out the door.

"No talking!" he snapped.

They went outside and stood in a line.

There was a small breeze and no clouds.

It was nothing but blue and a large jet thousands of feet in the air, looking like a bug.

The sun beat down as the other classes came.

Time passed. They were getting baked.

Finally, after quite a few minutes, they went to lunch.

"That was crazy, wasn't it?" Phineas asked.

"Well, we skipped two classes, so good fire drill!" Isabella responded.

"Are you sure it was just a drill?"

"Not completely."

"Hmm, maybe Fiona would know."

"I've got the urge."

"Urge for what?"

Isabella walked away.

Phineas was pretty sure this was the textbook definition of suspicious.

"Oh. Hi, Fiona!" Phineas greeted.

"Good afternoon," Fiona responded.

"That sounded forced."

"I'm okay, just not great."

"Why?"

"You don't really talk about it."

"Oh, sorry. I'm just curious."

"Don't be."

"Wait, what the frump!"

Smoke rose and Isabella took the cigarette and put it back in her mouth.

"Phineas?" Fiona called.

She got no response.

He looked more wan than a snowball on a black car.

"I think I'm gonna sit now," he muttered.

"Phineas?" Fiona repeated.

"This is very bad." Phineas found his eyes resting on Calavier, who was a good distance away.

Fiona could sense his anger rise.

He had turned from pale to florid to red.

The more Phineas thought about Isabella's condition in his dream, the more infuriated he got.

He got up like a robot.

Balthazar cringed as Phineas swept past him.

"Isabella!" he bellowed.

Three eighths of the kids in the cafeteria completely stopped.

He was loud.

Isabella was immediately alarmed. She decided she needed to go to the bathroom anyway at that moment.

Phineas was even more shocked than he was infuriated.

It was all going to come true, and he expected more dreams.

I have finally updated! You'd figure writing would be easier in the summertime. But that's not so. :-\