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I own nothing! But if I did… Phineas and Isabella would have been together by now!*

And Here's The Twist…

Ferb Fletcher slides a packet of papers across the table to his step-brother and best friend, Phineas Flynn. Phineas looks up, catching Ferb's eyes; he raises an eyebrow. Ferb nods his head as if saying; yes, read it. Phineas puts his spoon down and slides his bowl of Rainbow Flakes away. Phineas looks down at the packet, reading the title. The grin, Ferb knows so well, starts to appear on Phineas' face. Phineas opens the packet, scanning the contents. Phineas closes it back up, after just reading the first page. He looks up at his brother, raising an eyebrow playfully, and smiling his elfish grin. His eyes shining with excitement and possibilities.

"Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!"

"Move it a little bit more... yes... annnnd... right there." Phineas turns to Ferb, who is standing right next to him. "The set should be right there, right?"

Ferb nods his head in response. Phineas grins, rubbing his hands together, ready for the next thing they need to do. "Alright, let's—"

"Whatcha doin'?"

Phineas turns toward the voice, smiling. He looks at his raven-haired, best friend, and neighbor, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. "We're making a movie!"

"A movie?" She asks. "Didn't you guys do that when you were ten?"

Phineas smiles, remembering the great time they had re-writing the play. "Yes, but this time we get to be actors in it!"

"Really?" She grins. "I can finally get my acting patch."

"Awesome! How many do you have now?" Phineas asks, wagging his eyebrow flirtatiously.

She smirks. "Phin, you know I have too many to count."

The gang, now being fifteen, is in the middle of their summer vacation. The past summers have always been bigger and better. And this year isn't much different; defying the laws of physics, and not to mention destroying the very definition of impossibility. Yeah, the gang is having a rocking summer.

Although, their day to day summer schedule hasn't changed, their relationships have altered a bit. Phineas and Isabella, although not dating, have gotten a bit more... cozy. Isabella has not quite gotten the point across to him. But, Phineas has realized he has some different feelings for Isabella. Not the same ones he has for other girls that are friends.

"Of course. You're amazing like that." He says, giving her a small smile.

"Oh—"

"PHINEAS! What are you doing!?"

Phineas turns his gaze away from Isabella, and smiles at his big sister, Candace Flynn. "We're making a movie, Candace. We have a part for you, wanna join us?"

"What makes you think I would want to be in your stupid movie!?" Candace exclaims, throwing her hands down in frustration. "You would probably make me the villain!"

"Candace, there isn't a villain in our movie!" Phineas says, handing her a copy. "So it's not like you could be one."

"Phineas, it has a villain." Isabella says, holding the script that Ferb gave her. "It's a murder mystery, and a good one at that."

"Oh, really?" Phineas inquires, reading over her shoulder. "I guess it is. Still, want to join us, Candace?"

"Huh?" Candace asks, obviously not listening, and looks up from the script. Instead of answering her brother she then turns to Ferb. "This is really good, Ferb."

Ferb grins in response. Candace stares down her two brothers. "If it turns out I'm the killer you're going to be so..."

"Busted, we know." Buford Van Stomm rolls his eyes as him and his nerd, Baljeet Tjinder, walk into the backyard. "How many times have you've been over this?"

"Ugh," Candace groans. "I'm not dealing with this now. I'm going to my trailer."

Candace storms off in the other direction. Baljeet turns to Phineas and Ferb. "Does she know there are no trailers?"

"PHINEAS! FERB! WHERE IS MY TRAILER?"

Phineas cringes slightly. "Now she does..."

"So," Buford grins, mischievously, as he spins in his make-up chair. "Can I be the killer? I would love to be the killer."

Baljeet scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. "Why would you want to be the killer?"

Buford shrugs. "It's on my bucket list."

"We're not allowed to know who the killer is until later." Phineas says, as the make-up crew brushes powder on to his face. "Which I think will be cool. It'll be like we're in the actual mystery."

"Mystery, sphstery." Candace says, making a shooing motion. "I just don't understand why Ferb casted me as the maid."

"At least you're not the butler." Buford snaps back. "It's always the butler!"

"I thought you wanted to be the killer." Baljeet says, mocking him.

"Yeah, I just didn't want it to be so obvious."

"Guys!" Phineas exclaims. "Only Ferb knows the killer. Just be patient. We'll find out soon."

"You know," Isabella says, speaking up for the first time. "How is Ferb going to act and direct? I mean, he's the writer too!"

Everyone shrugs. "He's Ferb."

Isabella shrugs in response as well. "Yeah, you're right."

Phineas watches her look down at the play, mumbling the words to her. She was trying to memorize the first few lines. Phineas watches as she pushes a piece of hair out her eyes. The make-up they put on her made her eyes pop. They curled her hair, and it looks good; the way it flows downs her back. Phineas' palms start to get sweaty. He rubs them nervously on the robe him and everyone else is wearing. Except for Buford, who is wearing his tux because he refuses to wear a robe.

Ferb clears his throat, coming out of nowhere. "It's show time."

"It was a typical summer day in Danville for me and my partner, Fletcher Build. There weren't any life threatening cases to attend to. To be rather honest the whole day seemed to drag on with boredom. At least that's what it seemed..."

"C'mon Flynn stop narrating." Fletcher says, interrupting him.

Flynn laughs. "You know I narrate when I'm bored." Flynn waves to the window behind him. "How can there not be any cases for us to work?"

Fletcher leans back on his chair. "Maybe it's a slow day. I'd say we enjoy it. It's not like a case will just come flying through the do—"

"Oh, detectives!" A beautiful girl with midnight black hair cries, running into the room. "I need your help!"

Flynn immediately stands up, smiling at the girl. "How may we help you, ma'am?"

"Oh, it's not necessarily me who needs help. It's my boss."

"Well we'll be happy to help, Misses..?"

"Janella Sweet."

Flynn walks over to her grabbing her hand and kisses it, causing both Flynn and Janella to blush. "It's nice to meet you Ms. Janella Sweet. The name is Flynn Impossible and this is my partner," He gestures to Fletcher. "Fletcher Build."

She smiles at Flynn. "It's nice to meet you too Mr. Impossible," She blushes and turns to Fletcher. "And you too Mr. Build."

Fletcher tilts his hat in response. Flynn leads her to a chair in front of his desk. "So, what seems to be the problem, Ms. Sweet?"

"Call me Janella, or Jane."

Flynn grins. "Alright, then call us Flynn and Fletcher." He pauses, gazing at her, and then shakes it off. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Someone is trying to murder my boss."

*My first murder story, yes! So guys it will be like a play within a play… There will be the murder to take care of then drama off set. I'm really excited for this…

Characters:

Flynn Impossible- Phineas (Detective)

Fletcher Build- Ferb (Detective)

Janella (Jane) Sweet- Isabella (Personal assistant/ Secretary of Baljeet)

Baljeet Maximus- Baljeet (Billionaire Businessman)

Branford Stalwart- Buford (Butler)

Grace Entangle- Candace (Maid)

Jupiter Maximus- Ginger (Baljeet's Wife)

Rated T for murder… Not too gory though guys!

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