...dares approach the sheriff in these
Phineas, time for you to screw in your screw. I call down. Ferb,
we need a building permit. Now you tell me. Shut up,
Ferb. Now how do you do this? Grab something to write with.
Phineas goes in the house and comes back out. O.K. now what?
Thats a crayon. Just tell me how to do it. You
know, write stuff and staple all the papers together. Ferb
How am I supposed to know? Im nine and a half years old!
But youre my big brother. Go on the internet and work on
it. O.K. Phineas ran into the house. I got off the roller
coaster and ran after him. Phineas, I told you wouldnt hold up
your end of the coaster. Shut up, Ferb. Phineas jiggled the
mouse and pushed keys. Why wont this thing wake up! Well,
it would maybe help if you had the computer on. Phineas looked at
the computer, then at me then back at the computer and turned it on.
Shut up, Ferb. Phineas, maybe I should do it, considering
what luck you have with computers you may sign us up for a years
subscription to Disney Adventures magazine. Shut up, Ferb.
Phineas was in a swivel chair so I turn him around to face me and
looked him square in the eyes. Dont smile. Dont smile. What
ever you do dont smile. Phineas tried not to laugh. ...