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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 8: Blowing It
“Okay, guys, we’re almost there,” Phineas said over the radio. Ferb and Stacy floated near their respective ends of the LoveSat’s damaged strut, each of them turning a hex wrench again and again. “Once you finish removing the last bolt, Katie and Milly can use the robot arm to pull the strut away.”
As planned, the two spacewalkers finished removing the last bolts at about the same time. Ferb gave the thumbs-up to the camera at the end of the shuttle’s robot arm. Katie and Milly, operating the arm from inside the shuttle, began to lift the arm away from the LoveSat.
Suddenly, those inside the LoveSat heard a WHUMP, and Ferb was tumbling in space, moving away from the ship. The section of the nosecone’s outer skin to which he had been tethered was floating with him, blown off by the sudden release of pressurized oxygen from the damaged conduit beneath it.
“Ferb!” Phineas shouted. “Ferb, are you okay?” He turned to Isabella. “I think his radio’s out!”
Gretchen practically launched herself at the nearest porthole to the nosecone and slammed into the wall next to it. Oblivious to the pain, she grabbed a nearby handhold and gazed desperately outside.
“Ferb! Somebody help Ferb!”
“We can get him!” Katie shouted over the radio. “I’m making the robot arm let go of the strut. Milly, move it toward Ferb.”
“I’m on it,” Milly said. The arm swung away from the station and angled toward the receding Ferb.
“Careful now,” Katie said, half under her breath. “Got to get him right inside the claw…”
“I know what I’m doing,” Milly snapped. “Just be ready to close the claw when we’re in position.”
“Got to be careful not to crush him,” Katie breathed. “Almost there…almost there…Now!” she shouted and closed the claw as quickly as she could without risking popping Ferb like a grape.
And caught nothing but empty space, just a centimeter from Ferb’s elbow.
“We missed!” Milly said, barely believing it. “WE MISSED FERB!”
“NOOOOOOOO!” Gretchen howled.
In the cockpit of the shuttle, Candace flipped open the cover over the ignition switch. “I’m going after him!”
“Candace, no!” Jeremy cried, putting his hand between Candace’s and the switch. “We’ll never catch up to him before he hits the atmosphere! And even if we could, we wouldn’t have enough fuel left to come back and rescue the others.”
“Then what do we DO?” Candace demanded.
On the LoveSat, Phineas’ monitor was still focused on Stacy. The boy noticed movement on the screen and saw that Stacy was reaching into her purse to pull out a purple metal cylinder.
“Ferb! CATCH!” Stacy shouted and hurled the cylinder at the receding boy.
Phineas realized what the canister was. “Hairspray! Ferb can use it a makeshift thruster. Stacy, you’re a genius!”
Baljeet spoke up. “But Ferb is tumbling so much, will he even see it coming in time to catch it?”
Gretchen pressed herself against the window. Spreading her arms wide and staring straight at Ferb, she began to murmur under her breath.
“Look at me, look at me, come on, look at me, just for a second, just look this way, look at me, read me, read me like I read you…”
The spray bottle floated closer and closer to Ferb as he tumbled head over feet again and again. And just as it was about to pass him, the boy’s hand shot out and grabbed it.
“He got it,” Gretchen whispered. “HE GOT IT!”
Ferb pulled the cap off the spray bottle and aimed it in the direction he was traveling. In the vacuum of space, the spray came out more forcefully than it would on Earth. Soon, Ferb’s motion was arrested, and then he began to move back toward the LoveSat.
***
“So, Perry the Platypus, which Inator do you want to use?”
Perry wasn’t exactly sure. Carl’s idea had been pretty vague: “Maybe you could use one of Dr. Doofenshmirtz’s Inators somehow.” But it was the closest thing to a plan Perry had at this point.
He walked around the lab, browsing. Dr. Doofenshmirtz helpfully pointed out the various Inators, most of which were under development for use in future schemes.
“I’ve got some really interesting ones in the works. Let’s see, here we’ve got the Talking-Backwards-inator, which is pretty much what it sounds like, although I can’t quite remember how making people talk backwards is supposed to help me take over the Tri-State Area. Anyway, next to that is the Puddinginator; I think it’s set on butterscotch right now. Then there’s the Rhinoplastinator, which, um, makes plastic rhinos and has nothing to do with my being self-conscious about my looks. The one that looks like a gold sarcophagus is the Tutankhaminator—you’ll find out more about that one tomorrow,” he added, rubbing his hands together.
“Over in the corner is something called the Isabufordinator. I’m not exactly sure what it does; some girl sent me the plans online. Oh, and on the balcony is-“ Doofenshmirtz paused as Perry headed right for that one ”-ah, one of my classics—the Shrinkinator. Excellent choice; you can really do some evil with that one…Although I guess that’s not really your plan…”
***
On the LoveSat, the airlock door hissed as Ferb entered the cabin and removed his helmet. Gretchen was right there waiting for him.
“Did you see me?” she asked. “Did you see me signaling you to catch the spray bottle?”
Ferb nodded. Then, looking Gretchen in the eye, he blinked, once, very slowly.
“I LOVE YOU TOO!” Gretchen cried, throwing her arms around Ferb and weeping into his shoulder. The green-haired boy closed his eyes and held her tight.
Phineas, not wanting to disturb Ferb at this moment, took Ferb’s seat at the controls of the rocket.
“All right, guys, we’re closing it up,” he said, and pulled the conversion lever. Slowly, the walls of the LoveSat closed in until the spacecraft was back in its rocket-like configuration.
Moments later, there was a dull clang as the shuttle’s robot arm grabbed hold of the rocket. Soon, the rocket was being gently pulled into the shuttle’s cargo bay.
Phineas moved over so that Ferb could take the pilot’s seat. Then Ferb switched on the monitor. Candace and Jeremy were in their own pilot and copilot seats, and Stacy was behind them, removing the last pieces of her space suit.
“Stacy?” said Ferb. The teen turned toward the screen with a modicum of surprise. Ferb’s voice wasn’t one she was used to hearing.
“Thanks,” Ferb said.
“No problem.”
END CHAPTER 8
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