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"This was a great idea, Lawrence."
"You know it, Ducky."
In the driver and passenger seats of a rented motorhome were Linda Flynn-Fletcher and her husband Lawrence Fletcher. They were on their way out of Danville where they lived for a real summer vacation.
Linda looked into the back part of the motorhome. "And we got a good start too! Everyone was loaded up within the hour. Well, it took someone the whole hour." She glared at one of the children in the back.
"What? I had to pack!" The girl humphed. She had orange hair and wore a red shirt with a white skirt. Her name was Candace Flynn, Linda's daughter.
"You're supposed to pack the night before, Candace. Your brothers were packed in a matter of minutes!"
"I told you we should have made Candace a self-pack suitcase too," one of the boys, also with orange hair and a triangular head, said, looking at his brother who had green hair and a long neck. These were Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher.
Ferb shrugged.
"Thanks for having us along, Mrs. Flynn!" Sitting next to Candace was a black-haired girl with a blue ribbon in her hair.
"No problem, Stacy, I'm glad you could come. Phineas and Ferb were having their friends along, so we thought it only fair that Candace get to bring her friends too."
Their were four more children in the back seat. The last of Candace's friends was a blond boy named Jeremy Johnson. Phineas and Ferb's friends were as follows: an Indian boy named Baljeet Tjinder, a bully named Buford van Stomm, and a Fireside Girl with a pink bow named Isabella Garcia-Shapiro.
Isabella held on to the back of Phineas' seat as she leaned over. There was a pet carrier beside hero on the floor. She couldn't see inside but she was a bit worried. "Are we sure Perry is okay in there? Don't you think he'd rather be out here with us?"
Phineas looked at her with a big smile. "Don't worry, Isabella, he's a platypus, they don't do much."
She pulled herself back up and returned her gaze to him. "That's true."
"Hey, Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher, how long until we're there?" Buford asked. His back was to her, so he wasn't looking at her when he did. This got on Baljeet's nerves.
"Buford, you do know that when you speak to someone, you are supposed to look at them, right?"
Buford looked at Baljeet and the boy immediately regretted saying something.
"Oh no. I do not like this look."
"Darn right." Buford pulled on his seatbelt so that it would extend, then he basically climbed Baljeet, first putting his hands on Baljeet's shoulders and pushing himself up in the seat a little, then putting it on Baljeet's head and pulling himself up more so that he could see over the back of the seat. "Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher-"
Linda turned around to look at him. "Don't worry, Buford, I heard you the first time. Honey?" She looked at Lawrence.
"We're just about there, darling. Just thirty more minutes I'd say."
"Thirty minutes, Buford."
"Thanks!"
As Buford returned to his sitting position, Baljeet sighed. "That was a thoroughly unpleasant experience."
"I'm gonna thoroughly unpleasant your experience!" Buford snapped, pounding his fist into his palm.
"Uh, Buford, I think you already did," Phineas pointed out.
Jeremy looked at Candace. "Hey, Candace, thanks for inviting me to come along. It's been really fun so far."
Candace melted. She let out one of her crazed laughs before clearing her throat. "Oh of course, Jeremy, I wouldn't dream of going on summer vacation without you!"
"Ferb, ol' boy, you've been awfully quiet so far, are you alright?" Lawrence called back. "You aren't carsick are you?"
"No, but since every moment of our trip so far was to be covered in this chapter, I decided I best not speak until now. Since it is a different form of media than our summer escapades are usually portrayed in then I have to watch just when I say something and what I say so that it is both important and random."
Everyone in the back stared at him while Lawrence and Linda were quiet.
Lawrence shrugged. "Alright then. Well we're making a rest stop, does anyone need to go?"
Ferb's hand raised.
"Ferb does," Phineas told them.
Once they came to a stop everyone unbuckled and hopped down. Phineas grabbed the pet carrier and was first off the motorhome, with Ferb right behind him. Once he was on the ground he opened the pet carrier door and out walked a teal platypus.
"Come on, Perry, we're at a rest stop!"
"Oh stretch your legs, boys and girls," Lawrence warned them, stretching his arms up into the sky with a deep breath in. "It'll do you some good."
"Outhouses? Outhouses?!" Candace yelled. "Why does it have to be outhouses!"
"Outhouses aren't that bad," Jeremy told her.
"Yeah," Stacy agreed. "They're just like bathrooms outside."
"Stacy Stacy Stacy. No. Outhouses, are disgusting. There's no running water! A bathroom at least has a mirror to check your hair in!"
"Well if you aren't gonna go," Linda said, "I will. You better go while we're here though, Candace, because we don't want to hear any complaining the rest of the drive."
Candace let her arms slump. "Fine."
"Come along, boys," Lawrence said, waving for Phineas, Ferb, Baljeet, and Buford to follow him. "We'll go stand in line at the stall."
Phineas looked at Isabella. "Hey, Isabella, could you watch Perry for me?"
"For you?" Isabella sighed. "Anything."
"Thanks!"
Perry chittered. He looked around before heading for a bush that was nearby. Isabella sighed, still watching Phineas. A car went rolling by on the main street, causing Jeremy to look down.
"Uh, hey, Isabella?" Jeremy asked, looking around.
"Yeah?"
"Where's Perry?"
Shocked out of her daydream, she grabbed her cheeks in horror. "Oh no! He's gone!"
"No he's not, he's just over there." Stacy pointed to the platypus as he exited the bush.
Isabella ran over and picked him up. "There you are, Perry! Don't do that again!"
He chittered.
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