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Danville, We Have a Problem	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 17199 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I received no payment for writing this story. Also, I do not own Phineas and Ferb or its characters. Perhaps that's best, for the kids' sake.

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Chapter 3: Desperate Times
“Oh, man, micrometeorites!” Phineas cried, looking at the damaged portion of the hull. With so many tiny holes, it looked like the surface of a colander. “Ferb, break out the patch kits!”
Ferb opened a compartment and grabbed out several rectangular colored packages, each about the size of an adult’s thumb, and tossed them to the others.
Ginger caught a package and looked at it. “Is this chewing gum? Are we patching the ship with CHEWING GUM?”
“No, no,” said Phineas, “it’s a saliva-activated shape-memory polymer that TASTES like chewing gum. Just…try not to swallow it.”
Everyone began chewing sticks of the material and plastering it over the many tiny holes. Soon, there were spots of spearmint green and cinnamon red all over the damaged section of the hull. All the kids pulled their jumpsuits back on.
“So what do we do now?” Isabella asked Phineas.
“I guess, just to be safe, we should close up and go home,” Phineas said. Everyone seemed at once disappointed and relieved.
At Phineas’ direction, everyone moved to the center of the ship. Then Ferb floated over to the pilot’s console and pulled the conversion lever.
Nothing happened. He pushed it back into the open position and pulled again. Nothing.
“Huh,” said Phineas, looking out one of the big windows above him, “I wonder what’s the matt- oh.”
Outside the window was one of the extendable struts that was holding the LoveSat in its “open” position. The joint in the middle of the strut had been damaged by the micrometeorites; bits of broken wire and twisted metal stuck out of it, indicating that the servomotor inside had been destroyed and that the joint was jammed open.
“Well, that’s no problem,” Phineas said, using handholds on the wall to move over to a locker in the damaged area of the LoveSat. “Ferb and I will just put on our space suits, go outside, and fix it.”
Phineas opened the locker. Inside were the remains of two space suits, each peppered with tiny holes.
“Okay,” said Phineas, “then we’ll all just pile into the-“
“Look!” shouted Gretchen. “There’s an alien spaceship outside!”
Everyone turned and looked out the window. An ovoid metallic object was slowly floating away from the LoveSat.
“Actually,” said Phineas, looking increasingly concerned, “that’s our escape pod. The hit from the meteorites must have activated the circuit that jettisons it.”
Phineas moved himself over to an instrument panel and looked at it, frowning.
“Our oxygen system is damaged, too. Looks like we’ve got about eight hours’ worth left.”
“Great!” Baljeet exclaimed. “Surely we can fix the LoveSat in that much time.”
“Um,” said Phineas, “without two usable space suits…we can’t really fix it at all. But don’t worry about the oxygen.”
“Why not?” asked Adyson.
“Because our orbit’s decaying,” Phineas replied. “We’ll burn up in the atmosphere about two hours before we start running out of air.”
Everyone either gasped or swallowed.
“Can’t we just use our engines to move into a higher orbit?” Holly asked.
Phineas looked downcast. “They’re facing the wrong way,” he sighed. “We’d just push ourselves down into the atmosphere. And as long as the station is in the open position, we can’t maneuver.”
“Then we need to call for help,” declared Isabella. She pulled herself over to the center of the ship and into the copilot’s seat, where the radio was located.
“LoveSat to mission control,” she said. “LoveSat to mission control. Do you read me, Irving?”
“This is mission control,” said Irving’s tinny, distorted voice. “I can hear you, but not very well. Can you speak up?”
“We need help!” Isabella shouted into the mic. “The LoveSat is damaged and we have no way to fix it or escape! Get Milly and Katie, they can help!”
“Roger that!” Irving shouted back, his voice increasingly garbled. “I’ll-”
Then there was only static.
“Look!” cried Gretchen, pointing out the window again. “An alien spacesh- no, wait, that’s a dish antenna,” the Fireside Girl said as a white convex disk floated by.
“That would be ours,” Phineas sighed.
***
Ten minutes later, Milly and Katie arrived in the Flynn-Fletchers’ back yard. Irving filled them in on the situation, and both girls yanked out their Fireside Girls Handbooks to search for a solution.
“You know,” said Katie, adjusting her blonde pigtails as she flipped pages, “the section on spacecraft construction doesn’t go into a lot of detail.”
“And yet there are ten pages each on canoeing, crocheting, and nuclear fusion,” added the curly-haired Milly.
"Just a second," said Irving, pulling out the tablet computer his used as his Phineas-and-Ferb scrapbook. "I hacked into Ferb's cloud storage account, and I've got a whole bunch of his blueprints and schematics here."
"You mean, you did that just now, right?" said Katie. "To find a way to rescue them?"
"Um, yeah, sure," Irving replied uncomfortably. "Look: here's a schematic for a space shuttle."
"Shouldn't we build a spaceship they've already built?" said Milly. "You know, to make sure it will work?"
"That would be great, but Ferb deletes every schematic the minute he's done with it," said Irving. His eyes went a little dreamy. "He's an eccentric genius."
"Yeaaaaah," said Katie, eying the schematic. "When you're done with your nerdgasm, how about we see if we can actually make this thing?"
***
Back on the station, Phineas was at the console, looking at each of the station's systems one at a time. Surely there was something there that he could use to save everyone. He sighed. He just wished he felt more-
"Hey," said Buford, floating over to Phineas. "Adyson said you looked bummed out and I should talk to ya. Donno why--talkin' to me never cheered up nobody."
"Thanks anyway," said Phineas.
"But it IS weird that you're actin' all mopey instead of wettin' yer pants in terror like the rest of us. Thanks for makin' these jumpsuits absorbent, by the way."
"No problem."
"So what's buggin' ya?"
"Well...Isabella called me stupid earlier, and I'm taking it kind of hard for some reason."
"People call me stupid all the time. I don't let it bother me; I just go to my happy place."
"Really? How?"
"Headbutt. That way, the other guy's unconscious, and I'm pleasantly delirious. It's win-win."
"I don't think headbutting Isabella will help."
"Nah, that girl's got way more forehead than you; you wouldn't stand a chance. Unless your technique is perfect, like mine. Watch this."
Before Phineas could say a word to stop him, Buford headbutted a nearby bulkhead, knocking himself out.
"What's with Buford?" said Ginger as she and Baljeet glided over, floating past the unconscious boy.
"He's in his happy place," said Phineas. "What's up?"
"We were thinking," said Baljeet, "if we cannot turn the ship so that the thrusters face Earth, then perhaps we could get a little thrust from a system that IS facing Earth."
"We noticed that the pipes for the air-recirculation system all go up the walls and meet there," Ginger said, pointing to the very center of the station's roof, just under the nose cone. "Is that where you're storing the waste carbon dioxide?"
Phineas saw what his friends were getting at. "Of course! We could vent the CO2 tank to get a boost." His small brow furrowed. "It wouldn't buy us a lot of time--maybe half an hour or so. But, for all we know, that could make all the difference."
Phineas pressed a few keys on the console, and a faint hissing sound emanated from the pipes. Everyone drifted down to the station’s giant, Earth-facing window as the station's velocity changed. Then the hissing stopped, and the kids were floating free again.
"Hey, um," Phineas said to Baljeet and Ginger, "you guys argue sometimes, right?"
"Oh, certainly," said Baljeet. "For example, Ginger seems to think that Celsius is a better unit of temperature than Kelvin, and I have been unable to convince her otherwise."
"Water boils at a hundred and freezes at zero," Ginger argued. "It's intuitive!"
"In Kelvin, EVERYTHING freezes at zero!" Baljeet countered. "What is more intuitive than that?"
"Guys," Phineas interrupted, "what I want to know is, what do you do when the other person says something that really hurts your feelings?"
"You tell them," Baljeet answered. “At least, that is what we do.”
"And you tell them WHY it hurt," Ginger elaborated. "Because sometimes they don't know."
Phineas nodded slowly. "Thanks."
***
Half an hour later, Katie, Milly, and Irving had searched through Phineas and Ferb's underground parts depot (whose location Irving somehow knew) and found every part they would need for the shuttle. There was just one problem.
"By my calculations," said Milly, "it'll take the three of us eight days to build it. Nine and a half, if we want any sleep or bathroom breaks."
"What?" cried Katie. "But Phineas and Ferb could probably put this thing together in one morning!"
"Trouble is," said Irving, "we're not Phineas and Ferb." He sniffed. "It's my biggest regret in life."
"Then what do we DO?" Katie shouted. "Isabella and the others are counting on us!"
Irving's eyes widened. "SPF," he said in a half-whisper.
"What?" said Milly. "We don't have time for sunblock right now, Irving!"
"No, it's- Hang on," said Irving, grabbing his tablet computer. He thumbed through it rapidly, muttering "Come on, come on, where are you?"
Hanging her head, Katie muttered, “We’re nowhere.”
END CHAPTER 3
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