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| - It was December the 23rd, Phineas and Ferb sat watching A Christmas Story, when Phineas's phone rang. It was Linda. "Hey, Mom." Said the 16 year old. "Hey, honey, bad news... Your Grandparents flight got cancelled. But they're able to get another one, but ya only heading to Denver... I know it's a long drive, but we have little other choices. So, do you think you can manage?" Phineas grunted, throwing Dorito's in his mouth. "So, what are you doing?" She asked. Phineas swallowed. "Ya know... Just watching TV." "Ok, well, I'll see you, love you two. Stay warm. Wear your sweaters!" Linda said.
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| - It was December the 23rd, Phineas and Ferb sat watching A Christmas Story, when Phineas's phone rang. It was Linda. "Hey, Mom." Said the 16 year old. "Hey, honey, bad news... Your Grandparents flight got cancelled. But they're able to get another one, but ya only heading to Denver... I know it's a long drive, but we have little other choices. So, do you think you can manage?" Phineas grunted, throwing Dorito's in his mouth. "So, what are you doing?" She asked. Phineas swallowed. "Ya know... Just watching TV." "I want that lamp." Ferb mumbled in the background, watching as the Leg Lamp was revealed. "Ok, well, I'll see you, love you two. Stay warm. Wear your sweaters!" Linda said. "Mom!" Phineas grumbled. "Bye..." "Bye sweetie." Phineas hung up the phone, and turned to the swooning Ferb, who looked that the TV with sharp eyes. "Bro." Ferb snapped out of his trance. "W-what?" "Mom and Dad are gonna be gone tonight, so we got the house to ourselves." Ferb grumbled. "Does this mean I have to cook again?" "Yes, but no matter." Phineas shot up and grabbed his coat. "Lets go. It's only three o' clock and we have business to attend to." Ferb mumbled. "Fine..." He lowered his cereal bowl to the ground where Perry was sitting. "Have my cereal, Perry." Perry looked up to Ferb, the aged platypus made a disapproving grunting sound. The door closed and the 16 year olds were gone. Perry slowly stood up and stretched his back, popping it. Thought they'd never leave. He thought to himself eating the cereal with a spoon. "Candace, you wanna... You know, head out?" Cain asked, putting his arm tighter around him. Candace took a drink of bourbon. "Sure. How much have you drank?" She finished the shot. "Because... I'm buzzed." "I only drank two beers, I'm fine." He stood up from the corner table. "Let's go tell Blake and Miranda we're headin' out." Candace coughed, "help me up." Cain pulled her up and they walked over to the obviously drunk couple. "Aw, hey, Johnson!" Blake said, in a drunk tone. "Hey, Shelton." Cain replied, hitting him on the back. "Hey, Miranda." He said looking to Miranda who was finishing a shot of whiskey. "Hey, Cain." Miranda turned to Candace. "Now, there's something interestin'! Candace Flynn, in the flesh!" Candace waved. "Hi, Blake, Miranda." Miranda smiled and put her arms around Candace. "Now, you two have done a good job of keepin' y'all's relationship hidden." She cleared her throat. "Now, tell me..." Miranda looked Candace in her eyes. "Do you want another beer?" Cain and Blake laughed. "Well, we're heading out. Thanks for the party, Blake and Miranda. And good job on the final Salvation Army benefit concert." Cain said, hitting Blake on the back. "Come on, try this." Miranda said, handing Candace a glass with clear liquid. Candace took it and gulped it down. She started to gag. "Agh! What was that?!" "Moonshine!" Blake laughed. "Ok, ok. We'll see you! Merry Christmas!" Cain said, grabbing Candace and pulling her to the door. "Thanks, Man! You too! Y'all have fun!" Blake yelled. "Not too much!" Miranda said, laughing. Candace blinked, and started chuckling. "Huhu." She said. "I think you've passed the buzzed stage..." Cain grumbled. They got to the pickup, and Cain lifted up his drunk 21 year old girlfriend into the pickup. He got in on his side, and stretched. "Thought we'd never get out!" Candace nodded and yawned. Suddenly her phone rang. "Hella?" She asked. "Candace, it's your Mother. What are you up to?" Linda asked. "Oh, hey, Mom. Oh, jus got out of a party with Cain." She burped. "Candace, are you drunk?" Linda asked. "Sure. I guess. Maybe. Yea." Candace giggled. Linda mumbled. "Anyway, wanted to let you know, your brothers are home alone since we have to meet your Grandparents flight somewhere else. You take care of yourself, Candace. You got it?" Linda asked, with some worry. "Yes, Mom. I may be..." She belched, "intoxicated, but Cain is taking good care of me." "Hi, Mrs. Fletcher!" Cain yelled in the background. "Ok... Well, I'll see you two. Bye, sweetie." "Bye-bye Mom." Candace hung up the phone. Candace hung up the phone and looked at Cain. "Well, now what?" Cain looked at his girlfriend. "Well, I say we drive to Oklahoma and stay there, then drive to Danville the next day. It'll be pretty dang late, but I can drive for eleven hours." "Ok... I... I'm gonna... Take... A nap..." Candace said nodding off. "I'm gonna change first..." Candace started to change. "I- uh- uh- um- Candace, i-if you're gonna change, get in the back... Don't want anyone seeing your... Yea..." Cain stuttered. "Oh, alright!" Candace said, fumbling over the front seat.
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