Re: PnF - Second 4/?
anonymous
October 12 2011, 23:27:43 UTC
Ferb was already in bed and snoring by the time that he got home, which was annoying because it wasn't that late at night. He debated waking his brother up, either by jumping on the bed, via water balloon or flying platypus, then sighed and got ready for bed himself.
So much for doing any drawing or inventing that night.
Ferb became increasingly scarce as the weeks went by. At first, Phineas thought it was his own imagination, then Baljeet commented on it and he realised it wasn't. It wasn't every time, but the majority of the time Isabella showed up, Ferb found some reason or excuse to wander off.
In contrast, Phineas had never realised just how often Isabella hung around. He asked Gretchen, one of Isabella's friends about it, and she confirmed that yeah, Isabella spent a lot of time at their house.
But when he asked Isabella about Ferb's recent behaviour, and she said she couldn't tell Ferb was acting any differently.
With the exception of Baljeet, no one else did either. But then Baljeet didn't have any problems with Ferb's quiet ways, the two of them conversing in math equations that they passed back and forth like illciet notes, snickering quietly between themselves about Pythagorean Theorems, Banach Spaces, and Redshift Quantization.
Phineas tried to work on his own creations, but ran into pit falls and minor problems that Ferb usually fixed without thinking about. They were both creators and inventors, but Ferb had a knack for engineering that Phineas lacked. Isabella hung around and tried to help, but she couldn't understand the concepts he was trying to explain, things that Ferb got without even having to think about.
In frustration, he took some of his old blueprints to one of the local engineering firms and asked them for a quote. The steps to the Scientific Method were to ask a question, do some background research, develop a hypothesis, test the hypothesis, then analyse the data before drawing a conclusion.
He had the question and the hypothesis. He just had to test it.
A week later, he went to pick up the blueprints.
"We can't do it." The head engineer informed him as the rest of the engineers hovered around, pretending to be doing other things or drinking coffee. "I mean, the exo-frame, we can do that, no problem. But the amount of power it needs just to break earth's atmosphere, espeically with how small it is... the technology doesn't exist. And the control room... No way everything could fit in that small of a space. You're talking about bending physics."
Phineas sighed, reaching for the blueprints and rolling them up. "I was afraid of that."
"Sorry, Kid." One of the engineers said sympathetically. "It's a cool idea, it's just not feasable with today's technology. And even if it was, you'd still be looking at millions of dollars, just for materials and labour."
"Actually, my brother and I made this about 8 years ago in our backyard with parts we had laying around to see the star our Dad had bought for us." Phineas said, pulling out Ferb's blueprint pen and turning it on. He clicked through some of the photos, projecting the image above the desk. "We made two of them, one for us, one for my sister, who wrecked one in the asteroid belt between here and Mars."
He paused at the photo of their Mom's old station wagon parked at the International Space Station. "Forgot about that." He commented to himself, wondering when they'd gotten a picture of it.
Phineas reached the end of the photos and turned the pen off. "Of course, we've since made it obsolete between the various teleportation devices and unlimited power supply source." He added with a shrug. "But still, it was a fun way to spend a summer’s day."
He scooped up the old blueprints and waved at the frozen engineers. "Thanks anyway." He smiled, wandering back outside. "Have a great day!"
Phineas carefully stored the blueprints on the back of the scooter, put on his helmet, then activated the anti-grav wheels and leisurely flew home. It didn't fly as fast as some of their other inventions, but it kept to the legal driving speeds around Danville and was a pleasant way to travel.
Less traffic, although you did have to worry about the occasional startled pigeon to the face.
So much for doing any drawing or inventing that night.
Ferb became increasingly scarce as the weeks went by. At first, Phineas thought it was his own imagination, then Baljeet commented on it and he realised it wasn't. It wasn't every time, but the majority of the time Isabella showed up, Ferb found some reason or excuse to wander off.
In contrast, Phineas had never realised just how often Isabella hung around. He asked Gretchen, one of Isabella's friends about it, and she confirmed that yeah, Isabella spent a lot of time at their house.
But when he asked Isabella about Ferb's recent behaviour, and she said she couldn't tell Ferb was acting any differently.
With the exception of Baljeet, no one else did either. But then Baljeet didn't have any problems with Ferb's quiet ways, the two of them conversing in math equations that they passed back and forth like illciet notes, snickering quietly between themselves about Pythagorean Theorems, Banach Spaces, and Redshift Quantization.
Phineas tried to work on his own creations, but ran into pit falls and minor problems that Ferb usually fixed without thinking about. They were both creators and inventors, but Ferb had a knack for engineering that Phineas lacked. Isabella hung around and tried to help, but she couldn't understand the concepts he was trying to explain, things that Ferb got without even having to think about.
In frustration, he took some of his old blueprints to one of the local engineering firms and asked them for a quote. The steps to the Scientific Method were to ask a question, do some background research, develop a hypothesis, test the hypothesis, then analyse the data before drawing a conclusion.
He had the question and the hypothesis. He just had to test it.
A week later, he went to pick up the blueprints.
"We can't do it." The head engineer informed him as the rest of the engineers hovered around, pretending to be doing other things or drinking coffee. "I mean, the exo-frame, we can do that, no problem. But the amount of power it needs just to break earth's atmosphere, espeically with how small it is... the technology doesn't exist. And the control room... No way everything could fit in that small of a space. You're talking about bending physics."
Phineas sighed, reaching for the blueprints and rolling them up. "I was afraid of that."
"Sorry, Kid." One of the engineers said sympathetically. "It's a cool idea, it's just not feasable with today's technology. And even if it was, you'd still be looking at millions of dollars, just for materials and labour."
"Actually, my brother and I made this about 8 years ago in our backyard with parts we had laying around to see the star our Dad had bought for us." Phineas said, pulling out Ferb's blueprint pen and turning it on. He clicked through some of the photos, projecting the image above the desk. "We made two of them, one for us, one for my sister, who wrecked one in the asteroid belt between here and Mars."
He paused at the photo of their Mom's old station wagon parked at the International Space Station. "Forgot about that." He commented to himself, wondering when they'd gotten a picture of it.
Phineas reached the end of the photos and turned the pen off. "Of course, we've since made it obsolete between the various teleportation devices and unlimited power supply source." He added with a shrug. "But still, it was a fun way to spend a summer’s day."
He scooped up the old blueprints and waved at the frozen engineers. "Thanks anyway." He smiled, wandering back outside. "Have a great day!"
Phineas carefully stored the blueprints on the back of the scooter, put on his helmet, then activated the anti-grav wheels and leisurely flew home. It didn't fly as fast as some of their other inventions, but it kept to the legal driving speeds around Danville and was a pleasant way to travel.
Less traffic, although you did have to worry about the occasional startled pigeon to the face.
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