A/N Sabrina06: This is, uh... how do I begin to explain this? I don't think I can. Once again, I find myself in cahoots with foobar137. This is a set of PMs that we put together.

A/N foobar137: Did you ever have one of those conversations that just went completely off the rails somewhere, and you're not entirely sure how or why? We seem to have those fairly often, and this one...well, see for yourself. We ping ways to torture characters off each other, and sometimes a story comes out. This time, it was the conversation with Buford that jumpstarted this, and then she built the framework to fit it into.

**By the way, neither of us own Phineas and Ferb, created by J. Marsh & D. Povenmire. We don't work with them, nor do we know them.**

17-year-old Ferb opened the door to his brother's bedroom. "Phineas, can I borrow your truck Friday night?"

Phineas looked up from his homework and narrowed his eyes at his brother. "Don't you ever knock? What if I was doing something private in here?"

Ferb raised an eyebrow at him. "Sorry," Ferb said as he continued to look at his brother. He widened his eyes as he waved a hand as if to say, "Well?" Phineas looked back at Ferb. With a roll of his eyes Ferb asked, "Can I borrow your truck? Django's got an exhibit and needs help transporting pieces."

Phineas continued to look at his brother. "What's the matter with your car?"

Ferb scoffed at him. "The Spyder's a coupé; no back seat."

Phineas nodded. "Fine, just don't scratch the paint."

Ferb gave his brother a thumb up. "Don't worry Phineas, I'll put some sleeping bags and blankets down."

Ferb put his phone back to his ear as he left the room. "Good to go. See you at school."

The next morning Phineas awoke to his alarm and got out of bed. He went downstairs for breakfast, as he waited his turn for the shower. Fifteen minutes later, Ferb came downstairs. "Sorry I took so long, I slept in."

Phineas checked his watch. "Don't worry, bro. We've still got plenty of time," he said and went for his shower.

Ferb ate his breakfast as he read and responded to a text from his girlfriend. The phone in his hand suddenly rang. He looked at it a moment before answering. "Morning, Isabella." Ferb listened to what she had to say. He finished his breakfast and put his dishes in the sink; then went to answer the door. He smiled and disconnected the call.

"Morning, Ferb," Isabella greeted him as she stepped into the house.

Isabella adjusted the backpack on her shoulder as she looked around. "So, Phineas isn't ready yet?" Ferb looked up the stairs and shook his head.

Ferb went back to the kitchen to grab his lunch and put it in his bag. He heard the bathroom door open and close then Phineas' bedroom door close. Ferb stepped to the bottom of the stairs. Isabella looked at him and cocked her head to the side. "He's almost ready?" Ferb nodded.

Isabella placed her bag on the ground and put her finger to her lips; then pointed up the stairs. Ferb rolled his eyes and shook his head. She crept half way up the stairs and paused. She turned to watch Ferb's expression but he wasn't at the bottom of the stairs. Isabella then crept to the top of the stairs and rested her hand on Phineas' bedroom door.

The door suddenly opened and Phineas stepped out of his room, colliding with her. "Hey Phineas, Whatcha' doin'?" she said, as Phineas stepped back, his face red.

"Uh, hey Isabella. We're running a bit late now. Ferb, start the truck, you can drive today," he called as he started down the stairs, followed by Isabella.

The trio climbed into Phineas' truck and Ferb started driving. Phineas turned and looked at Isabella. "What were you doing outside my bedroom?" he asked her.

Isabella smiled shyly. "I was just checking to see if you were ready."

Phineas started rubbing the back of his neck as a blush crept up his neck. "Right. I'm, uh, sorry I bumped into you. Are you all right?" he said, looking toward Ferb, who appeared to have zoned out.

Isabella twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "It's okay Phineas. I probably should have knocked."

Ferb drove into the parking lot and parked the vehicle, then got out and grabbed his bag from the back. Isabella and Phineas got out and grabbed their bags before heading into the school.

Isabella went to her locker, four down from Adyson. "Morning, Adyson," she greeted.

"Morning, Iz. Are you ready for that science test?" Adyson replied.

Isabella sighed. "I hope so. I was having problems studying last night."

Adyson snickered. "Problems of the Phineas variety?"

Isabella blushed.

"I thought so," Adyson said as she closed her locker and headed to her class.

At lunch Phineas sat at his regular table in the cafeteria. It wasn't long before everyone else started to arrive. Ferb sat down and handed Phineas the keys to the truck. "Study date?" Phineas asked, and Ferb shrugged his shoulder and smirked.

After school Phineas and Isabella went back to the Flynn-Fletcher household to study. "Do you think they are really studying together or are just have a regular date?" Isabella asked as she took a sip of water and finished reading a chapter of her assigned novel.

Phineas looked up from his English assignment. "Huh? Oh, probably a bit of both. This is Ferb we're talking about. I just like to tease him because they've been together for so long."

Isabella looked at her crush and sighed. Oh Phineas, just take me in your arms and kiss me as though you mean it. I need to feel your lips on mine, I need to feel your hands as they hold and caress me. Oh, Phineas… why can't you see that I need you to do things to me; things that will make me feel wonderful.

"What do you think?" Phineas paused a moment. "Isabella?"

The girl looked at him and blinked. "Sorry, what?"

Phineas laughed. "I said I was going to re-set Ferb's alarm clock, make him think that he came home late."

Isabella looked strangely at him. "O-kay… why would you do that?"

With a wave of his hand, Phineas replied, "It's a guy thing; you know. I re-set his alarm, he soaks all the towels. I drink all the milk, so he doesn't have any for his cereal and he puts my juice in the microwave."

Isabella looked incredulously at her neighbour. "Isn't that a little childish?"

Phineas pondered her statement a moment. "Well, Ferb's not been keeping his end up lately. I'll prank him with something and he doesn't retaliate any more."

Isabella became worried. "Does Ferb say anything about the pranks?"

Phineas tapped his pen against the table as he rested his head in his hand. "He's told me to grow up."

Isabella went home for dinner. Phineas put his homework back into his bag, then sat at the table.

Linda pulled dinner out of the oven. "Do you know where Ferb is?" she asked her son.

Phineas looked over. "He's at Melissa's. Should I call him?" he asked, and the phone on the wall rang.

Linda went to answer it. "Hello? Ferb, I was starting to get worried. Of course. Just be home by curfew. Okay, sweety. Bye." Linda hung up the phone and looked at Phineas. "Ferb's been invited to stay for dinner. He'll be home in a few hours." Phineas nodded and started to fidget.

After dinner, Phineas went into Ferb's room and set the clock ahead three hours.

The deadbolt on the front door clicked audibly in the stillness of the house and the front door swung open with a creak. Ferb winced as he entered the house. He knew he was past curfew. He looked at his watch: 8:30pm. My watch stopped? Fabulous, he thought to himself.

Ferb crept upstairs and into his room. The clock on the night stand read 4:00am. His eyes went wide and he cautiously peeked into the hallway. I didn't think it was that late. Ferb thought as he got dressed for bed.

Phineas heard his brother ascend the stairs and he looked at his clock; 1:00am. Phineas shook his head. Ferb's going to be in trouble if Mom and Dad find out he came home two hours past curfew.

Two hours later, Ferb's alarm went off and he grudgingly got out of bed. He went to the washroom for his shower, then got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

As Ferb entered the living room, he noticed it was still dark outside and that there were no lights on in the kitchen. He made his way through the doorway, turned on the light and looked around. His eyes then fell on the microwave; 3:45am.

Ferb narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. He then crept back upstairs and into the bathroom. Candace had left an aerosol can of hair remover behind when she got married and moved out. A smirk played at his lips as he shook the canister and went into his brother's bedroom.

Phineas woke up three hours later and went for a shower.

Linda was downstairs making breakfast and Ferb was sitting at the table when an inhuman cry was heard from upstairs. Linda dropped the spatula she was holding. Ferb was still too tired and didn't register his brother run in, wearing only a towel.

Linda, concerned for her son, grabbed him by the shoulders. "Phineas, what's wrong?" She could feel the aura of panic coming from him. Phineas turned around and glared at Ferb, who was just sitting at the table. "Oh, it's on," Phineas said and Ferb raised an eyebrow in return.

Ferb grabbed his bag and went to his car. A few minutes later Phineas joined him and they made their way to school. Phineas glared at his brother. "I thought you thought pranks were childish."

Ferb nodded. "They are, setting my clock ahead three hours was mean."

Phineas turned angrily toward the window. "You retaliated!"

Ferb shrugged. "I hope you learned your lesson."

Phineas looked hard at his brother. "You haven't retaliated in years."

Ferb braked hard at a red light. "You've not earned retaliation in years."

Ferb pulled into the parking lot; they walked into the school and went to their respective lockers. The Flynn-Fletcher brothers had most of the same classes today. During Science class they were working on labs. Ferb's lab partner was Adyson. Phineas' lab partner was Melissa, Ferb's girlfriend. He took this opportunity to talk to her.

"I want to prank Ferb and I need your help," Phineas said, as he leaned in close.

After school Phineas waited at Ferb's car for a ride home. Isabella wandered over. "Hey, Phineas. Whatcha' doin'?"

He grinned. "Waiting for Ferb. I wonder what's taking him so long."

Isabella looked to the doors of the school. "I saw them talking at Melissa's locker a few minutes ago. Probably making plans for this weekend," she said, as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger and turned her attention back to her neighbour.

Phineas looked to the school doors. "He's helping Django setup the art exhibit tonight. Tomorrow, he's been invited out with her family for a day at the beach."

Isabella sighed. "A day at the beach sounds fun. We should do that someday."

Phineas nodded. "Yeah, we can get the whole gang together. Play volleyball, go swimming, have a picnic and a bonfire after the sun sets," he said, getting excited about the idea. "I'll talk to everyone this weekend, maybe we can do that after exams."

Isabella smiled at his enthusiasm, something she'd always loved about him. "Sounds great, Phin. You talk to everyone, and I'll sort out the games and food."

Ferb walked up to his car, put his bag in the trunk and opened the door. "Shall we?" he said. Phineas tossed the other two bags into the trunk, then sat in the passenger seat as Isabella sat on his lap.

Isabella looked to Ferb. "I've been wondering. Why did you restore a two seater vehicle? Why not something with a back seat?" Ferb smirked. "I love classic cars. Besides, at the moment, I don't need a back seat."

The trio arrived back at the Flynn-Fletcher house and got out of the car. "Hey, Phineas," Ferb started, "Do you know where Mum put the spare blankets?"

Phineas looked at him strangely. "Why do you need the spare blankets?"

Ferb rolled his eyes. "So I don't scratch your precious paint job," he said slowly.