A/N: Hey all, it's me again! Recently, I've been noticing a dearth in Love Handel fanfiction, e.g., none exists. Therefor, I've decided to remedy this situation by creating this: a collection of drabbles and oneshots based on prompt words I got from the controversial biography of Charles Schultz, Twilight (which surprisingly didn't give me chagrin, Edward, vampire, Adonis, or sparkle as words) and a random word generator. I got a list of about one hundred, then ran a random number generator to pick some. Why are you doing this, you silly girl? you may be asking. Well, the episode "Dude We're Getting the Band Back Together" is by far one of my most cherished in the series of Phineas and Ferb, because of the amazing music and note-perfect cheesy late 80's-early 90's fashion metal. Also, Sherman is an adorable chubby librarian and Bobbi is the most obviously-camp-gay character on a children's show since Him.

AN IMPORTANT NOTE. I enjoy slash. I especially enjoy slashing these characters. Therefor, this lovely little collection will be home to lots of non-explicit slash. If you don't like that, turn back now, before it's too late! I will, however, provide a warning in my author's notes before the actual story, so be aware.

Now that that's over with, enjoy!

Frustrating

"Oh my God, will you two just shut up?"

He'd been nursing a splitting headache for the better part of the morning, which also happened to be when the bassist and the drummer decided to argue. Loudly. From his position on the couch, Danny had been listening to their shouts of "You liar!" and "Nuh-uh!" back and forth for around three hours. He didn't even know exactly why they were fighting, just that he'd reached his breaking point. Taking a deep breath, the guitarist sat up slowly.

"So, why exactly are you guys fighting like a married couple?"

Sherman blushed fiercely and was about to say something when Bobbi butted in.

"He used my shampoo!"

Danny blinked. "Your shampoo. You're screaming at each other and giving me a migraine over shampoo?"

The drummer glared at Bobbi. "I did not! He's just looking for an excuse to yell at me! You always do that!"

Groaning, the guitarist stood up with only a few grunts of pain and walked straight into his room. "Jesus Christ..."

It was only after Danny left that the two of them decided the cold shoulder was a much more effective way to annoy one another.