The Q&A Sessions of Poptart and Friends

Early for me? Mayhaps. But nonetheless! *sits down on couch happily*

Isabella: *with a cappucino in one hand* Hey, Poptart.

Me: Hey Isabella! Wanna know what I'm do-in'?

Isabella: Yes, yes I do. *sits down next to me on couch* What's this whole setup for?

Me: Due to the tremondous amounts of it about this wiki, I've made the decision to make my own Q&A!

Albert: *runs in with Irving mounted on his shoulders* Does anybody even have any questions to ask you?

Me: Allow me to ask you a question, as well--what in the name of all that is holy are you doing?

Irving: *with a lightsaber clutched in hand for no visible reason* We came in as a security function.

Albert: *brandishes a prop battle axe* YEAH, baby!

(beat)

Me: How much coffee did they have on the way here?

Isabella: Three wake-'em-up specials. All gone before our arrival.

Me: Figures. Anyway, we'll have time for that later, buddy.

Albert and Irving: Aw!

Me: Worry you not! *goes of into a corner and comes back shortly with her own prop axe* I've been aching to use this for a while!

Albert and Irving: *squeak with joy*

Irving: *hopping off of Albert's shoulders* Care if we jump in on this little parade float?

Me: I'd be honored. *scoots over to make him some room. Irving sits down*

Phineas: *walks in and stretches* Whoo-oo-oo-oo-oo! Sorry I'm late. Never imagined there'd be that much traffic in the sky!

Me: Plane?

Phineas: *chuckles* Don't be silly! We travelled by way of a homemade gumball meteorite!

Ferb: *walking in from behind Phineas* We like to travel in style.

Irving: *squeak!*

Isabella: He really is right; we should've gone with you. Ask me how many political radio show hosts we argued with. And by we, I mean Albert.

Me: Okay; how many?

Isabella: A lot of hosts, Poptart; A LOT OF HOSTS.

(sudden shrieking from off-screen. Everyone turns to see Albert dashing in with Candace slung over his shoulder, and Candace actually appears to be trying not to laugh)

Albert: CAVEMAN FIND WIFE!

Candace: PUT ME DOWN!

(Albert complies)

Candace: Thank you. So, what's all this?

Me: I have decided to open a Q&A session. Please, feel free to join.

Candace: Well, okay...

Distant, Miles-Away Bob: *snaps fingers* Okay!

Albert: *flings himself belly-first onto some of the spare space of the rather large couch* Excellent! Why, wait, where's that strapping young platypus, Perry?

Isabella: *trying not to laugh in the same manner as Candace* That's Phineas' line, you know.

Phineas: Buford and Baljeet are bringing him, Stacy, Vanessa, and her father in...*takes out a piece of paper from visibly nowhere, as well as a pair of eyeglasses, and squints at the paper*...The BUFORD-MOBILE?

Candace: Who's Vanessa?

Ferb: *giggles, much to everyone's confusion*

Isabella: Hm...I think Stacy said she was on the cheerleading squad with her.

(A distant squeaking sound is heard)

Irving: What was that?

Me: GURGY, IF YOU'RE HIDING IN THE BUSHES AGAIN, I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU WHERE THE KEY IS! YOU'RE WELCOME HERE!

(The squeaking sound gets louder, and is actually the squeaking of tires skidding. After another second, a large black van comes crashing through the wall. Buford and all others mentioned hop out, and everybody besides him looks nauseated)

Buford: THE BUFORD-MOBILE HAS ARRIVED!

Perry: *terrified facial expression--for a platypus* Grchgrchgrchgrchgrrrr...

Me: Hm. It took this long for the place to get destroyed? I'm impressed.

Isabella: Now what?

Me: We wait.

(extended silence)

Phineas: *begins to sing We're watchiiiin'...and waitiiiiin'...