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In the Flynn-Fletchers' backyard, the Fireside girls were anxiously awaiting the gang's arrival. "Where are they?" Gretchen impatiently asked.
Ginger reassuringly put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, they'll make it!" "Seven seconds till sundown!" announced Milly, glancing at her watch.
Holly immediately suggested, "Maybe it'll help if we count."
The Fireside Girls began to count down in unison. "Five! Four! Three! Two!" Just then, Phineas, Ferb, and the gang could be heard screaming for their lives.
"Aaaahhhh! I immediately regret my decision!" Phineas had time to scream before he, Ferb, Isabella, Candace, Baljeet, and Buford hit the ground splat after falling a hundred feet through the air. The dust took a moment to clear to reveal their crumpled bodies and wrecked bicycles.
Gretchen dropped to her knees in despair. "Why?!" she cried out, dramatically extending her hands to their corpses. "Did you really think the Power of Belief would make you immune to gravity?!"
How Summer Belongs To You! Should Have Ended
With thanks to FanficFan920 and TheWGPM for submitting ideas. Sorry I couldn't use them all!
"Ooh, I believe we can," Clay Aiken was singing, just as someone else barged into the backyard and turned the tune into a duet.
"I believe we can!"
"And that's the measure, the measure, of a man."
"Ooh, that's the measure of a man!"
"Chaka Khan," Phineas remarked to Ferb. "Nice."
"We'll make it back here," the stunt singers continued, "to where we bega-an…"
Before they could finish the song, the wing everyone was standing on collapsed under their combined weights.
"Or at least that's the plan," Phineas improvised, causing everyone to laugh.
"'Co-ourse!" Chaka Khan added in song form. "First you're gonna have to fix this wing! Yeah!
Say, where's Perry?" She looked around. "And while we're on the subject, where're all those other extras that were on the wing with you a second ago?"
"All right, you got your breakfast, what's eating you?" Stacy punned.
"Well, you know how Jeremy's in France for another week?" Candace asked, while playing with her noodles.
"Yeah, so?"
"Do you know what they have in France?"
"The Perrymids?" Stacy did a spit-take when she caught what she just said. "I mean―the pyramids! Perry's not in France! I mean―I don't know where Perry is!" she frantically huffed. Candace gave Stacy a strange look. "No! French girls!"
Stacy whewed inwardly.
The plane soared majestically over the calm, blue ocean. The sun beamed down directly overhead, casting the plane's shadow directly below on the rippling waves. Phineas banked to the starboard side, headed towards their destination in Tokyo. "So, what'd you guys think of the Pacific Ocean?"
"It's been fifteen hours! Buford hungry!" Buford whined.
"I'm exhausted," stretched Isabella with a yawn.
"I have to pee so badly…" moaned Baljeet, holding his hands between his legs.
"Phineas, it's already almost 10 o'clock at night Danville time, are we going to go to sleep on the plane?" asked Candace.
"Nope," answered Phineas. "We're staying up for 40 hours straight, flying on a plane with no food, water, or bathrooms! Isn't this the best day ever?" He looked out the window and smiled at the others, oblivious to their discomfort. "Next stop, Tokyo!"
The Sunbeater 3000 splashed its way across the Atlantic with baguettes in tow and the kids inside. "Well, looks like everything worked out for the best," Phineas said over the background music. "That giant wave really put us back on schedule, we might even arrive back in Danville ahead of time! You know, barring any unforeseen mishaps."
Right at that moment, Ferb's steering controls broke off in his hands.
"Oh, like that," Phineas said, looking at Ferb's controls. "That's what I'm talking about." Then the jet engine fell off the aft side. "And that." More pieces of what was left of the plane fell off. "And that. Yeah, this is all included in what I was talking about earlier." Phineas shot a deadpan look straight ahead. "Lesson learned, never raise any red flags."
"Kinda like that saying," Candace said, "anything that can go wrong will go wrong. What was that saying called again? Like, some sort of law, Michael's―no, Milo's―no, um―Murphy's Law! That's it!"
"Phineas, how are we going to get off this island?" Baljeet asked.
"Well," Phineas said with a smile, "we'll just have to fix the boat."
"With what?" Candace yelled from her miserable state on the beach.
Phineas marched across the sand, taking in his surroundings. "There's plenty here, all we need is our―"
"―Imagination!" A voice from somewhere offscreen finished his sentence for him.
Phineas turned around to see that it was a sponge in a white shirt and tie that had spoken.
"Oh no!" Isabella gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "It's the meme!"
"Use… Your… Imagination!" The Talking Sponge brought his hands over his head and created a rainbow between them.
"Look! A sponge and a starfish!" Phineas ejaculated. "There's gotta be something we can make out of this!" Realizing what he was saying, he retracted. "Aw, oh, no, that's ridiculous…" Moving on to inspect the rest of the island, Phineas brainstormed. "We could tie those two palm trees into a raft and add a supersonic outboard motor, oh, wait. We don't have anything to cut the trees with. And we don't have an outboard motor. I know! We can soup up this ox so he can run on a conveyor belt that would charge a―oh! We don't have a conveyor belt. And we don't have any soup."
"Not to mention, you're never gonna make it!" Buford quickly reminded him with a cackle.
"We'll make it!" Phineas pumped his fist determinedly in the air. "After all, we've got―uh, we've got the seats, we've still got one rubber band, and we've got―we've got sand!" He bent down and scooped some up.
"Hey, maybe you could make an hourglass and watch the time slip away!"
"We've got―" Phineas looked around. "Candace has her cell phone!"
"Yeah, but I don't have international coverage," she said, extracting it from her pocket. "See, I can't get a signal here, just like I couldn't get one in the Himalayas."
Phineas tried something else. "What if somebody says, 'what, did you think a bunch of parts were just going to fall out of the sky?'"
At that moment, a giant robot fell off the airplane it had been dangling from, dropped from the stratosphere, and crashed onto the beach behind them.
"I crash, therefore I am…" the robot said weakly, its final words before powering down.
"That trick always solves everything," Phineas chuckled. "Just like like time travel. Oh, good ol' Chekhov's gun."
But this is how it really should have ended…
"Ladies and gentlemen," Phineas said as the city skyline loomed in front of them. "Tokyo, Japan."
"Stacy has family down there," Candace declared. "We should visit."
"We're one step ahead of you, Candace." Phineas pulled the plane into a steep dive, causing his sister to scream, pulling up at the last second as he prepared to land on the street below.
Cars scrambled to get out of the way of the incoming plane. It hit the pavement, all grindy and sparky, since the landing gear had neglected to be extended, though this didn't seem to damage the plane nearly as much as it did the rest of the city. After spinning and sliding uncontrollably for quite a ways, the plane finally skidded to a halt, just mere feet from hitting a hunched over lady who sat serenely on the sidewalk.
"Whoops!" Phineas hit a button, and the landing gear popped out. "I thought it sounded a little grindy and sparky."
The cockpit opened and Ferb climbed out to approach the woman. "Kon'nichiwa! Suteishī no tomodachidesu!" he said.
In perfect English, the old woman turned and yelled, "Hey everybody! Phineas and Ferb are here!"
With that, a bunch of police sirens began wailing and patrol cars pulled out of nowhere to surround the plane. Japanese police flooded out to fill the street and started locking the kids in handcuffs.
"Wow, Stacy sure has a lot of cousins who are police officers," Phineas remarked, not realizing what was really going on as he was led to a squad car. "Hey, do you guys have some vegetable oil we can use? We need to refuel."
After a scene wipe, Phineas, Ferb, and the gang were standing behind bars. Around them, their fellow Japanese prisoners started singing and dancing.
Welcome to Tokyo,
You were locked in our jail.
For causing mass destruction of our Beautiful town!
As for a list of misdemeanors
You've violated in our town square,
You don't have passports,
Also crashed a big UFO!
This unregistered airplane
Flying in a restricted area,
Upset the traffic control tower
Like the fact that it flies.
Candace stood in Buford's garage, wondering what she should do. "Wait, Buford never took my bike!"
"Noted." Buford cocked an eyebrow.
"There's one right there!" Phineas pointed out.
"Phineas, I am not gonna get on a silly little tricycle."
"Candace, we're in a hurry! Just get on the―"
"Phineas, there is no way I'm getting on that thing!" Candace screamed.
"Okay, no need to yell," Phineas said. "The conditions of Buford's bet didn't include you being in our backyard by sundown, so have fun walking." And with that, everyone zoomed out of the garage on their bikes, leaving Candace all to herself.
"Aw, do you think I was too hard on her back there?" Phineas asked Ferb as they raced down the hill. "Now I feel bad."
Sorry, one more AN! Have you ever wondered what Phineas and Ferb's spirit animal would be? Besides a platypus, I mean. Ever heard of the Arctic Tern? It's this medium-sized bird that looks kind of like a swallow. Every year, the Arctic Tern undertakes the longest migration in the animal kingdom. At the end of summer, it leaves its breeding grounds in Greenland, Iceland, and the Netherlands to fly south―far, far south. It flies all the way around the world to Antarctica in only two months, where it spends the winter―which is summertime in the southern hemisphere. Their search for an endless summer means that no other animal sees more sunlight than the Arctic Tern!
Then, as the southern winter approaches, this bird makes its round trip complete, flying all the way back home to nest. This means that every year, Arctic Terns fly over 19,000 km (11,800 miles), twice, for twenty years! That's equal to flying all the way to the Moon and back over the course of its lifetime! It's most appropriate for SBTY! and makes the Arctic Tern one of my new favorite birds!