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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
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Chapter 7: At the Edge of Space and Reason
In orbit, Phineas had explained the station’s mechanical problems to Candace and the others in the rescue party, and they had all agreed on a plan: They would remove the broken strut from the LoveSat, fold the LoveSat up into its slender rocket form, and use the space shuttle’s robot arm to pull the rocket into the shuttle’s cargo bay for the trip home.
“We could probably get back to Earth under our own power,” added Phineas, “but given how many things have gone wrong with the LoveSat, it’s probably safer to do it this way. Now, do you guys have any space suits?”
“Just one,” said Jeremy, looking at the equipment manifest.
“Perfect,” said Phineas. “We just need one of you to put it on; then I can talk you and Ferb through the repair.”
“No problem,” Jeremy said, twisting his body toward the locker where the suit was stored. “I’ll just—aaahhh.” He winced. “I think I strained my back a little while I was, um…working…in the cargo bay.”
“I’ll bet,” said Stacy, glowering slightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll put the suit on. You two need to fly the ship, and the girls need to work the robot arm, so I’m the obvious choice.”
Stacy put the suit on over her clothes, then grabbed her purse and started toward the cargo bay.
“You’re taking your purse?” said Jeremy. “Into the harshest environment that exists?”
“All the more reason to take it,” Stacy said.
“Yeah, obviously,” Candace added.
Jeremy, knowing better than to try to refute girl-logic, said nothing more.
***
At Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated, Perry picked the lock on the front door of Dr. Doofenshmirtz’s apartment and slipped inside. Almost immediately, a pair of robot arms descended from the ceiling and wrapped the platypus up in bandages until only his eyes remained visible. Then the arms propped the now-immobile Perry against a wall and retracted into the ceiling.
“Ah, Perry the Platypus,” said Doofenshmirtz, emerging from an adjacent room. “What an unexpected visit, and by unexpected, I mean completely…unexpected, actually. What are you doing here? You’ve already foiled my plan for today. I only set this mummy trap so I wouldn’t have to worry about it tomorrow.”
As best he could, Perry pointed his bill at Doof’s laboratory.
“Oh, you just want to use one of my Inators?” the evil scientist said. “Well, in that case…look, Perry the Platypus, I’m planning to build an Ancient Egypt-themed Inator tomorrow, and I really don’t want to have to build another trap that will go with it. So if you promise to pretend you never saw this one and to walk straight into it when you break in here tomorrow, I’ll let you go and you can use any Inator you want, okay?”
Perry nodded. Of the various deals he had made with Doofenshmirtz since their antagonistic secret agent–evil scientist relationship first began, this was far from the weirdest.
***
At about the same time, Irving and Eva were discussing what they should do next. The shuttle would probably be returning in the next couple of hours. Irving knew that it was equipped with a dragster-style parachute that would arrest its glide near the ground, allowing the shuttle to land neatly in the Flynn-Fletcher’s back yard instead of needing a long airstrip. But it was likely that the sun would set before then, and it didn’t look like the boys had planned on a nighttime return—there were no lights or other means of guiding the shuttle to the right spot. Luckily, many of the kids who had helped build the shuttle were still hanging around, probably anxious to see whether everyone would return safely.
“Everybody!” Irving shouted to the crowd. “We need to get some lights out here!”
Eva joined in. “Flashlights, bike lights, whatever you’ve got! We need to form a big square around the back yard so they can see where to land!”
“No problem! I’ll run home and get some flashlights,” said a heavyset girl with a red hair bow. “Gosh, I hope they make it. This disaster is exactly the push Isabella needs to realize that she should ditch Phineas and get with a real man like Buford.”
“Um, say what now?” said Eva, eyebrows descending.
“Buford is Isabella’s soul mate,” the girl said matter-of-factly. “It’s obvious to everyone but her.”
“In what universe is BUFORD Isabella’s soul mate?” Eva demanded. “There has never been the slightest hint that those two have any interest in each other!”
“Sure,” the girl replied, “if you completely ignore the subtext of every conversation they’ve ever had. It’s clear that Isabella’s interest in Phineas is just childish infatuation, and that her connection to Buford runs much deeper.”
“You’re out of your mind!” declared Eva.
“Resorting to ad hominem attacks is the hallmark of someone who knows they have no argument.”
Eva’s face reddened. “Oh, you want to see an ad hominem attack?!” she growled, pushing up her sleeves.
“Eva!” Irving cried, pulling the girl aside and hissing in her ear. “Look at the size of her! She’s practically Buford in drag!” Then, thinking quickly, he added, “Besides, do you really want to fight someone who’s that deluded?”
Eva calmed down almost immediately. “You’re right,” she said. “Nothing is going to change that crazy girl’s mind. We should just be happy that we’re the sane ones.”
“Exactly,” said Irving, relieved.
“Hey,” Eva said, “tomorrow, do you want to come over and see me in my Isabella outfit? I have exactly the same dress, belt, shoes, and hair bow, and a black wig that I’ve trimmed just right.”
“As long as I get to wear my Phineas costume,” said Irving.
***
The space-suited Stacy entered the cargo bay, and Katie and Milly—now dressed but flushed and sweaty—returned to the cockpit. Jeremy sealed the door behind them, depressurized the bay, and opened the big cargo doors.
“Okay Stacy,” said Milly over the radio. “Grab hold of the robot arm, and you can ride it over to the LoveSat.”
Stacy got a good grip on the arm and gave the thumbs-up to the video camera mounted on the arm’s claw. The arm extended and put Stacy directly in front of the far end of the damaged strut, at the outer edge of the LoveSat. She could see Ferb get into position at the other end of the strut, near the rocket's nose cone.
Holding on to the robot arm with one hand, Stacy used her other hand to clip her safety line to a handhold near the strut; this would keep her from floating away by accident. She looked up and saw Ferb clip on, too.
"Okay guys," said Phineas, joining in the radio conversation, "get out your hex wrenches."
Ferb and Stacy did as instructed.
“Now,” said Phineas, “you’ll each see three bolts holding the base of the strut in place. You’re going to unscrew them one by one so that both ends of the strut come loose at the same time. Then the shuttle’s robot arm can safely pull it away.”
Indeed, the robot arm moved away from Stacy and grabbed hold of the strut near its center, ready to lift it out of the way.
“Go ahead and start with the first bolt,” Phineas instructed.
Ferb began diligently unscrewing the first bolt at his end, his safety line secured to a handhold attached to the nose cone nearby.
Behind the handhold, where Ferb couldn't easily see, was a tiny pinhole in the hull, directly over one of the conduits for the oxygen system.
And just as Ferb finished unscrewing the first bolt, the hole grew a tiny bit wider.
END CHAPTER 7
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