The Best Summer Ever! (Ferb x Oc)

The Ballad of Badbeard

Grandpa Clyde and Grandma Betty Jo had taken the kids out camping in the forest again, but this time in tents. They were woken up early one morning to Clyde playing a trumpet and Phineas and Ferb were the first ones dressed and climbing out of their tent.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" Phineas exclaimed.

Piper quickly got dress and brushed her hair, excited to see what the older Flynns had planned for them. But, when she dug through her bag, she froze.

"Piper? What's wrong?" Isabella asked as she fixed her bow. "You're paler than usual."

"I forgot my sunblock!" The Albino panicked.

Isabella quickly when outside. "We have a code white!" She yelled and the brothers immediately rushed over.

"A code white?! What does she need? Glasses? Sunscreen? A jacket? A dramatically large hat?" Phineas asked as Ferb pulled out the items that were listed.

"Um... sunscreen." Piper said, poking her head out of the tent. Ferb handed her their spare which she immediately started to apply to her skin as she walked out. "What was that 'code white' about?"

"Code White means it's an Albino Emergency." Phineas explained. "We came up with it as a quick way to know if you need help with something. Like now, when you forgot to pack your sunscreen."

Piper stared at them in shock. "That's... really sweet of you all. Thank you."

The kids gather around the campfire to eat their breakfast. Clyde walked over after everyone was done. "Chow Time's over, campers. Time for our nature walk to Badbeard Lake "

"Why do they call it Badbeard Lake?" Phineas asked.

"Well, it's a body of fresh water surrounded by land-"

"No, the 'Badbeard' part."

"Oh, right. It's was named after Badbeard, the most ruthless freshwater pirate ever to plunder a lakeside community." Clyde explained. "Right in the middle of Badbeard Lake lies Spleen Island, where legend has it Badbear buried his bountiful booty."

"Booty?"

"You know, treasure."

The kids all gasped in excitement at the sound of buried treasure.

Clyde nodded. "Aye, mateys. Oh, just a sec." He pulled out a black marker and color the left lense of his glasses to mimic an eyepatch. "Arg!"

"Why are you talking like s pirate, Grandpa?" Phineas questioned.

"Arg. I'm trying to tell the story of Badbeard the Pirate. There's a song about it. Say, does anyone have a concertina?" He asked and looked at the larger boy. "Buford?"

"Me?" Buford said incredulously before sighing hold one up. "Yes." He then stood up and started to expertly play it.

🎶 Arg, arg, arg, arg, this is the Ballad of Badbeard.

Arg, arg, arg, arg, this is the Ballad of Badbeard. 🎶

The kids all sat in silence but Clyde didn't continue. "Is... is that it?" Piper asked.

Clyde shrugged. "Well, I didn't say it was much of a song. So, meet me at the trail head in five minutes."

They all saluted him. "Aye, aye, Captain Grandpa!"

"That's the spirit!" He laughed and walked away.

Baljeet frowned and looked down into his overalls. "Oh, dear. I seem to be missing my underpants."