Phineas and Ferb Porn Story: The Table Chapter 1

So
Isabella, what do you think?! Phineas eagerly asked, waiting
anxiously for Isabellas reply.

She
opened her eyes. Phineas! she gasped, The Fireside Girls
are gonna love this! I cant believe you made us a club house,
its huge! Whoa, it has and indoor pool, a glass cabinet for all
our badges, Fireside Girl Handbooks Volumes I-XIII, and oh,
Phineas, you thought of everything! Isabella gave Phineas a big
hug then asked, Where did you get your creativity?! You amaze
me! I wish I had a mind like that.

Believe
it or not, Phineas explained, it all started with a table.

A
table?
Isabella asked, clearly not believing him, A wooden plank with
legs gave you your imagination?

Ha
ha, Phineas laughed sarcastically, Sit down, Ill tell ya
about it.

Phineas
and Isabella sat under the large oak tree in the backyard as Phineas
told his story.

You
see, Phineas began, when I was young, or more young than I
am now, my favorite play thing was always a table. I had my action
figures and such like most boys, but the imagination and creativity I
could produce with them was so limited,
he spit out the word like he was sucking on a sour lemon.

I
first discovered the table, Phineas continued, when I was
around 3 years old. I was coloring in one of my super hero coloring
books when I suddenly dropped my crayon. I bent down to get it, and
thats when I discovered what it looked like under my table. All
the different switches and knobs, and then the large legs perfectly
entwined to the top. It looked like a jungle.

I
crawled under to explore, I guess you could say. After being
under the table for a few minutes, I had a sudden burst of ideas come
from inside of me like a whole new world had finally been unlocked
from within me. I immediately closed my coloring book, packaged up
my crayons, and got to work.

I
raced to my bed and pulled off my sheets. I took those sheets and
carefully draped them over the table and crawled inside.

It
was dark, but not completely dark, almost like being in the shade
under a large tree. I imagined that I was in the army, hiding behind
a large wall of tightly packed sand bags and waiting for the enemy to
attack. I looked up into the sky. It was dark and polluted with all
the smoke from fires and gunshots. Then I heard a shot from a canon.
I braced myself for whatever would happen next.

At
that moment, the commander of the opposing countrys army jumped my
sandbag wall with his gun pointed at me. I reacted quickly by
retreating into the woods, weaving my way in and out of the trees. I
could hear the commander shooting at me from behind, but then I
escaped!

Ha
ha, losers!, I said, you cant catch Phineas Flynn! Then
I came back to reality and laughed for hours the amazing experience I
had just imagined- and all from a table. My mom came in then and
told me I had to go to sleep, but I was excited, because I knew that
the next day the table and I would have even more adventures.

So
as soon as I woke up the next day, I ran straight to the table again.
As soon as I was under it again, I imagined I was in a submarine. I
was steering it, trying to stay clear from sharks. As soon as I
found a place that looked clear, I put on my scuba diving gear and
prepared to swim out. When I was in the water I felt so free. There
seemed to be an infinite amount of space to explore. I looked at the
coral, played with the fish, and rested on the soft kelp beds. And
before I knew it, it was time for lunch.

After
lunch, I reflected on my two adventures I had already had with the
table. I decided right then and there that instead of just imagining
them, I wanted to make them real. I wanted to experience all the
things that my imagination had produced and more.
Besides, why else would we have an imagination if we couldnt put
it to work?

Isabella
was silent. Wow, she said, I never realized what fun a
table could really be. So thats really how all your huge projects
got started, from things you imagined while playing under a table?

Thats
right.

Hmm,
Isabella thought, maybe I should spend more time under a table.