Chapter 1

Isabella Garcia-Shapiro was dressed in her Fireside Girl uniform. She adjusted the bow on her hat and slipped on her sash and headed outside. She then quickly popped her head into her neighbor's fence and asked, "Whatcha' doin'?"

Phineas Flynn looked up.

"Oh. Hey, Isabella. Well last night, we created these cool pens that have a built in karaoke machine in them. See? I have only a few in my pocket, but we might make more later. So what are we doing right now? Nothing really. I mean we've got a bunch of plans, but all our deliveries have been put on hold, so basically we're just hanging out. Isn't that right, Ferb?"

His stepbrother, Ferb nodded.

"Where are you headed too?"

"I'm going to the Danville Super Market to sell Fireside Girl cupcakes. You're welcome to come visit if you'd like," Isabella said.

"Well, we have nothing else to do. Might as well," Phineas replied. Phineas and Ferb joined Isabella on her walk.

Once they arrived, the rest of the troop had already gotten there and were setting up the tables. Holly spread out a colorful tablecloth while Ginger and Katie were putting up signs.

Isabella asked Milly, "Hey, Milly, did you stop by the cabin to get the girls' troop mail? I wanted to make sure you remembered you got mail duty this week."

"Oh my gosh! I completely forgot!" Milly gasped.

"It's okay. It probably wasn't that important. We'lll just get it later," Isabella said.

Isabella stood back proudly. Phineas praised, "Wow. You girls do great work."

"Thank you. Now all we have to do is- Oh!" At that instant, Isabella had turned around and still with her head turned in the other direction, walked into someone else, knocking them over.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Isabella gasped holding out a hand. The girl didn't take it though. She just simply stood up and dusted herself off.

"Oh. It doesn't matter," the girl replied. Isabella looked over the girl's shoulder. It looked like she had a troop too who had also set up a table for selling.

"Um… I'm not sure if you noticed, but we got here first. So if you could please…" Isabella told the girl gesturing to her table. The girl had a long, brown braided pony-tail. She had a uniform similar to Isabella's only the sash was pale green instead of pale yellow and had a black skirt instead of brown. Also, her shirt and hat were light blue with dark blue trim.

"Well, actually we arrived at the same time you guys did, but we finished setting up faster. That means, we get this spot," the girl stated folding her arms.

Isabella frowned. "Uhhh… Well, when we got here, we were the only troop here. So there must be some sort of mistake. Who are you guys anyway?"

The girl answered with her nose in the air, "We're the Lakeside Girls, troop 1942*. I'm Monica, the troop's leader." Monica directed Isabella's attention to the girls behind her. "That's Jeanette, Nellie, Gwen, Shelly, Naomi, Audrey, and Macy. And who are you pray tell?"

Isabella tried to smile kindly. "Well, we're the Fireside Girls, troop 46231. And I'm Isabella, my troop's leader. And that's my troop, Gretchen, Adyson, Katie, Ginger, Milly, and Holly."

"And who are those guys?" Monica asked pointing to the boys.

"Oh, those are our friends, Phineas and Ferb." Phineas and Ferb waved cheerfully.

"I see. Well, now that that lovely introduction is over, let's get back to business of selling at our spot," Monica said.

"Wait. I'm confused. There's only one kind of girlscout troop, and that's the Fireside Girls. Since when have there ever been Lakeside girls?"

"Okay. Well, you see there aren't any Lakeside girls in Danville. That's why you've never heard of them. Our cabin was originally right on the border of Danville, but then got moved to be fully in Danville because of a freak accident. It was weird though because some beam of light shot out of a purple skyscraper and just blew it up somehow."

"What was the building?" Phineas asked, butting into the conversation.

"I don't know. It was something-or-other incorporated. Anyway, we got moved to this old, beat up cabin. It's awful so you should probably know why we're trying so hard," Monica explained.

"No. No, I don't," Isabella said raising an eyebrow.

"You don't? Well, didn't you get the mail? They've started getting these new diamond-shaped patches for troops to earn. Naomi, the catalogue please." Monica held up her hand as a girl with black hair placed a catalogue over her shoulder and into her hand. Monica handed it to Isabella. Phineas peeked at it over her shoulder.

"The first troop in their city to earn at least forty of the new edition diamond patches will win a cabin makeover and two-thousand dollars towards troop funds," Phineas read aloud.

"You know, our cabin is pretty shabby itself. Maybe we should try for that contest," Isabella suggested.

"Um, I don't think so. If any troop in this city is going to win that contest. It's going to be us. We're the fasted and best-trained troop of our age group in this city," Monica proclaimed.

Isabella did not like this girl's attitude. She was starting to get angry. She asked, "What makes you so sure?"

"I just know. We're on our third sash since the last two filled up so quickly. Plus, we hold many records."

"I wouldn't speak so soon if I was you, sister!" Isabella snapped.

Monica put up her hand in front of Isabella's face.

"We're done with this conversation. You can feel free to talk to the hand though."

"You don't-"

"Up- up- up!"

"You-"

"Ah!"

"I wouldn't-"

"Ah!"

"Oh it's on now!" Isabella said.

"Oh it is. We are going to put out your flame!" Monica replied.

"Bring it!"

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* That was my troop number when I was a girl scout.