AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do not own any of the characters in "Phineas and Ferb" that is in my story. They are the property of Dan Povenmire, Jeff "Swampy" Marsh and Disney. I hope you enjoy my latest fanfic.


It was nighttime in Danville. Phineas and Ferb had a busy and exciting day, touring the museum and taking a trip back in time on a time machine. The boys got dressed and climbed into bed.

As Phineas got into bed, he looked at Ferb.

"You know, Ferb, today was a great day. We went to the museum and took a trip back to the prehistoric age in a time machine. What a day it was! Hopefully, tomorrow will be great day, a new day to get out and have fun" spoke Phineas cheerfully.

Ferb nodded in agreement.

Phineas' mom, Linda came in the room.

"Alright boys, all set for bed?" asked Linda.

"Yes mom" replied Phineas and he put his head on the pillow.

"Well, goodnight boys" spoke Linda as she turned off the lights and closed the door.

"Night mom!" spoke Phineas.

Phineas lay awake for some time, looking at ceiling, thinking of the day that he had. He then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

That night, Phineas dreamed of his pet dog, Bucky …….the day he first got Bucky when he was little. Bucky was special to Phineas. He dreamed of the days when they spent hours playing in the backyard, especially during the warm summer days when they had no school.

"Here Bucky, go fetch!" spoke Phineas in the dream as he threw a stick and watched as Bucky went to get the stick and brought it back.

"That's a good dog!" Phineas spoke as he took the stick out of Bucky's mouth and petted him happily.

The dreams then took a dark turn as visions of the happy days of playing with Bucky became visions of the day when he passed away.

"Dad, where is Bucky? What happened to him? He is nowhere to be found" spoke Phineas worriedly as he looked around for the dog.

Lawrence sighed as he looked at Linda, having to now break to news to Phineas, or at least, give a good explanation as to what happened to Bucky.

"Well, Phineas, you see…Bucky moved on to live on Kindly Old Man Simmons' farm. He is with him now, so he is alright. You don't need to worry about Bucky. He is fine!" spoke Phineas' dad in an assuring manner, though inside, he had a bad feeling as to what he was doing.

"Oh, ok, Dad" spoke Phineas as he happily accepted what his father said and decided to go out and play, unbeknownst that in reality, Bucky was buried somewhere in their backyard.

Phineas tossed and turned in his bed as the dream sequence then moved onto the visit they had at the museum, where they saw a skeleton of what he thought was their dog Bucky.

"Didn't we used to have a dog named Bucky who went to live on Kindly Old Man Simmons' farm?" inquired Phineas.

"Uh… let's move on shall we?" spoke Lawrence as he moved Phineas and Ferb towards the exhibit of Kindly Old Man Simmons.

"This next exhibit is Kindly Old Man Simmons. Hey! Who's up for milkshakes?"





Phineas woke up suddenly and sat up in his bed, breathing heavily. Eyes wide open. At that moment, he knew something was wrong. Somebody was not telling the truth about what really happened to Bucky when he was nowhere to be found.

Phineas looked over towards Ferb's bed and saw him fast asleep. Perry lay on top of Ferb's bed, also asleep. It was still dark outside. Phineas was awake and sat in his bed for a while and thought of the dreams that we just had. He missed Bucky. He was such a great pet to have. He was just as good of a pet as Perry.

He sat there and remembered the good times that he had with his dog, Bucky. Tears filled Phineas' eyes as one by one; memories of Bucky flooded his mind. He could not believe that he was gone. It was a hard reality to face.

Phineas felt angry and sad at the whole thing. He wanted answers as to what really happened to Bucky. Did he really go to Kindly Old Man Simmons' farm, or did something else happen to him, and his dad was lying to him? Maybe he was trying to cover up Bucky's death so he would not find out what eventually happened to him. Phineas sat there and thought deeply about the whole thing and then shook his head and lay back down on his pillow.

He had to find out the truth about Bucky. He was determined to find the truth, especially if the whole story about what happened to poor Bucky turns out to be one big lie.

Nothing was worse than being lied to about what happened to your companion when he died. For Phineas, this would be especially hurtful, as he loved Bucky very much.

When the day broke, Phineas knew what he was going to do that day.