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"Hey Buford, you were really brave out there."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Buford whipped around, grabbing Phineas by the shirt collar and lifting him off the ground. "You think I was a wimp before?"

"I think what he was trying to say was you were a lot more sensitive," Baljeet piped up.

Phineas couldn't believe it; he couldn't believe Baljeet had just pointed out that Buford was sensitive right to the bully's face. It was one thing for him to go messing with Buford. He could hold his own against the bully; the Brawl at the Mall a few days ago had proven that. But Baljeet? The indian boy would be pounded for sure.

Buford dropped him immediately, headed toward Baljeet. "What did you say?"

"I said, when you lost Biff, you were more sensitive."

Phineas could have done a face palm. Why did Baljeet have to clarify his earlier statement? Hadn't he learned anything in the short time Buford had been hanging out with them? He had to get control of the situation. And fast. "Hey Buford—"

"Not now Dinner Bell. I gotta go pound this nerd."

"But Buford," Isabella said, catching on quickly, "Wouldn't you rather hold Biff? You haven't held him for days."

The approaching fist stopped inches from Baljeet's face. "Alright. But only because Biff needs me." He grabbed the bowl, climbing out of the submarine. "Later losers. Biff and I have some catching up to do."

"Whew. That was close. Thank you my friends. I was afraid for my life." Baljeet paused. "And my underpants."

"No problem." Phineas put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Just promise me something."

"What is that?"

"Don't ever mess with Buford."