Author's Note: Hallo everyone! In this story, Phineas and Ferb have a boat race!

To be honest, this story was rather difficult to write. I wanted to make a story about rowing, a sport that I've always enjoyed, but it's a sport to which it is hard to add that Phineas and Ferb flair. I also realized that most people don't really know much about competitive rowing. There are so many technical terms that only people who row know, that I had trouble working around them. (I did indulge myself with a little rowing jargon in one paragraph, just to prove a point).

Anyway, they'll be rowing in "bow coxed 4+racing shells." Those are boats with four rowers and a coxswain in the front. If you have no idea what that is, search these things below:

For G o o g l e images, search "3390950233_6118a58b8c"

For B i n g images, search "men's coxed four practice"

For a video on y o u t u b e, search "ARBC M1 coxed 4 cambridge head"

Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas, Ferb, Lake Winimahatikihaha, or competitive rowing.

P.S. For there to be enough people to do the boat race, I had to use Ferb's cousins from "My Fair Goalie." Because of that, there are several references to it. I highly recommend watching it before reading if you've never seen it.

(Phineas's POV)

It was another sunny day in Danville, and Ferb and I were sitting inside, trying to decide what to do.

Yesterday, we had played the "onliest" game of Football X-7 ever with Ferb's cousins from England, and it had been awesome. Plus, we had broken the Emu Curse!

Anyway, today we were trying to think of something to do, and Isabella, Baljeet, Buford, and all of Ferb's cousins were helping. We were all sitting in our living room while the TV was playing in the background.

The youngest of Ferb's cousins, Beckham, was the first to speak. "How about we play a normal game of football? It's completely different from Football X-7."

"Yeah," said Buford, "Let's play a normal game of football, one where I can tackle people!"

"No!" Baljeet interjected, "First of all, you two are thinking of different kinds of football. Second, I refuse to participate in anything involving kicking balls for a while." Buford suppressed a laugh.

"How about we do something that people in America and England like to do, or at least have in common?" I suggested. Looking over at Baljeet, I said, "And something that doesn't involve kicking things."

"We both speak English," Beckham pointed out, "And we make fun of each others' accents…"

"Yes!" said Buford, "That sounds fun. Can I still tackle people when they mess up?"

"Just forget about tackling people, Buford," Isabella commanded him, "Let's not do anything too violent either."

Then an exceedingly loud commercial came on. 'Attention Tri-state area! The annual Lake Winimahatikihaha Regatta will be going on all day long, tomorrow! Be sure to stop by and root for your favorite crew! Pretty Please! (Paid for by the Danville Tourist Board).'

"Hmm," I thought out loud, "Both America and the UK have very strong rowing teams. Has anyone here ever rowed in a regatta?" Everyone shook their heads. "How about we row? It could be me, Ferb, Isabella, Buford and Baljeet versus Ferb's cousins. We could even have our own regatta right in the back yard."

"Are you mad," asked Beckham, "A regatta's race course is usually at least one or two kilometer long. How are you going to fit that in your backyard?"

"Well," I said, "We once built an entire beach behind our backyard, so I'm pretty sure we can build a two kilometer track in our backyard. Baljeet, how many miles is that?"

"Two kilometers is approximately 1.24 miles."

"See, that'll be easy," I said confidently. "We might even be done by lunch. Maybe Perry can be the referee. Or as they're called in rowing: the marshal."

"Who's Perry?" Beckham asked, "I know that I asked that yesterday, but no one answered me."

(Third Person POV)

Perry snuck into the kitchen and headed towards the fridge. He then stood on his hind legs and whipped out his fedora. After tapping on the side of the fridge, he opened it up to reveal a hole in the bottom. After jumping down, the entrance quickly closed behind him. He landed in his lair, ready for his mission.

Major Monogram was on screen, yelling at Carl. "Carl, I knew that you were the reason I caught that cold!" After he noticed Agent P, he began to speak. "Sorry Agent P, but it turns out that Carl was the one who got me sick yesterday. Don't you remember that Carl and I were sick? I guess that knee-jerk reaction was right. Anyway, Doofenshmirtz is feeling better as well, so he must be planning something. We need you to go to Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated and put a stop to his plans. Monogram out." Agent P saluted and ran over to his hover car. "Carl, for making me sick, you have to shine my shoes."

(Phineas's POV)

We had all of the plans for the course drawn up. It was easy to decide that the race would have two boats: each with four rowers and a coxswain sitting in the bow. One boat was for Ferb's cousins, and the other was for Ferb, Isabella, Buford, Baljeet, and me.

We soon realized that it mattered where certain people sat in the boats. Ferb's cousins found it easy. From stern to bow, they sat tallest to shortest. They also chose Beckham as their coxswain, because he was the lightest. Plus, he tended to do most of the talking anyway. My friends on the other hand…

"Baljeet? He can't be a rower. He's a wimp!" Buford complained.

We actually had most of our seating arrangement worked out. We had unanimously agreed that Ferb would be in the stern as the stroke seat, setting up the rhythm for the boat. Buford would sit in the next seat to balance out Ferb's strength. I would sit in the bow because I was the shortest, and also because the back of my head was aerodynamic.

"Baljeet doesn't have the leadership skills to be a coxswain," Isabella countered, "I do."

The real problem was between Isabella and Buford, about where Baljeet should sit. Isabella wanted to be the coxswain, while Buford did not want Baljeet to be one of the rowers. Finally, Ferb ended the fight. "Buford, let Isabella be the coxswain."

"Fine. So does that mean Baljeet will sit right behind me?"

"Yes, yes I will," said Baljeet.

"Great," I said, "Now that we've sorted that out, let's build-"

"PHINEAS AND FERB!" I heard Candace yell, "What are you two doing?"

I looked around for her and saw that she was yelling out of her window. "Hey Candace, we're going to have a regatta."

"What is that?"

"Allow me to explain," said Baljeet, "A regatta is a competitive event where two or more crews use their racing shells to beat their opponents. To do this, they must row as efficiently as possible. That is achieved by having well adjusted rigors and foot stretchers, a strong drive, a controlled recove-"

"Stop!" Candace pleaded, "I'm going to the mall with Eliza because she wants to meet Stacy. If I come back and you guys are doing something bust-worthy, then I'm calling Mom!" She ducked back inside and slammed her window.

"Okay," I said, "Let's get started."

Author's Note: Thanks for reading everyone! Either leave a review or wait for the next chapter or do both!