The shirt (I own nothing from Phineas and Ferb)

Phineas always hated the mornings.

It wasn't that he wasn't a mourning person. It wasn't that he was always having great dreams. It was getting ready in the mornings. If you hadn't noticed, Phineas didn't exactly have a normal shirt shape. This meant that it usually took him 20 minute just to get his shirt on in the morning. He hated it. He hated it worse when people, even Isabella, gave him a shirt, because this meant another problem for the young inventor.

He has tried to make it easier. He once tried to make his shirts jelly, which was eaten by Perry. He tried to make his head smaller which still didn't fit the shape of the shirt. He even tried to cut a hole in his shirt the shape on his head. Unfortunately he isn't good with scissors and cut the shirt in half. After a while he just gave up on trying to fight it after a while.

"BEEP, BEEP" the alarm clock sounded. Phineas got up from his bed. He mentally groaned to himself as he trudged towards the drawer to put on his daily ritual. Ferb usually woke up after Phineas had successfully put on the shirt but not today. He saw his stepbrother struggling with his shirt again and thought he needed to help the poor boy.

He left the room unnoticed and went to the garage and gathered some supplies. In a couple minutes he was done. "Come on" Phineas strained "it takes me longer to build a racecar than this!" Ferb came from behind and removed the shirt from his hands. Without saying a word he zipped up the new shirt in the back and stepped back to see his reaction.

"What, a zipper, why didn't I think of that" Phineas said shocked as he looked at the shirt the British boy had prepared "thanks Ferb". "Hey!" Phineas said, his daily idea popping in his head "Ferb I know what we're going to do today!" The two brothers ran out his house and plopped down underneath their signature tree and began their daily plan.