Bad Day:
The sky seemed to have changed to a dull color, to match the mood of those plodding along the street, chained together in groups of fours, fives, and sixes. Monogram looked up at the ashen sky; his heart was filled up to the brim with despair; it was breaking within him. Wanda and countless agents were dead, to say nothing of Agent P; Carl had betrayed the entire agency, and for what? What was the sacrifice for? Nothing. Nothing at all. The battle had been lost; the OWCA had been the last hope of Danville.
Move It (Move it):
Phineas started tapping his foot. They had been building an invention in the backyard like always, when Candace (for some unknown reason) had turned her stereo on "high" and had opened her windows. Phineas' head started going up and down to the music. Candace and Stacy jumped up and down in Candace's room, laughing. Ferb began doing the robot, and Phineas began sliding back and forth across the backyard. Isabella started shaking her head back and forth to the rhythm, and Buford swung Baljeet around in the air like a rag doll. Melissa got on her head and proceeded to spin around on it. The whole backyard had turned into a boogie party.
All My Friends Say:
When Monty woke up, everything was still hazy. He groaned as he sat up, and rubbed the back of his head.
What happened last night? Monty couldn't remember. At least, all he remembered was her.
Vanessa.
Somehow, even though everything else was groggy and blurred, he knew that wherever he had been, she had been there with him. And although he didn't remember much, he knew one thing:
He must have been having one heck of a time.
Living in Fast Forward:
Phineas walked into a small restaurant. There was nothing flashy about it; it had seemed rather run-down from the outside when he had pulled up in his car. He walked in, and was greeted by a friendly atmosphere. People around the tables were talking and laughing, and he soon felt at home. Suddenly, music started playing, and someone began singing. Phineas turned in his chair, and his jaw dropped. Isabella was singing. She smiled at him, and motioned. Phineas got up and went over to her. What started as a regular evening ended in a regular hoo-haw.
Something's Gotta Give:
Vanessa sat down. She was finished. She couldn't go on like this, ditching one guy only to be ditched again. She looked down at the phone number that that one guy had given to her at the coffee shop.
"Call me," he had said.
Vanessa stood up. She wiped the tears from her face. She could try, once more. She walked over to the phone. After dialing the number, she waited tensely for someone to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, this is Vanessa speaking."
"Hi, Vanessa! I was waiting for you to call, actually."
Vanessa smiled. Maybe she could do this once more.
Mockingbird:
Ferb stood on the stage. He knew that Melissa was in the crowd, somewhere. And he was going to reach her, somehow. He wasn't good at dropping hints, at passing notes; usually he was in his own little world. But now, he took a deep breath, and sang.
Every feeling that had been pent-up inside of him ever since he was young, ever since he had first set eyes on her, it came bursting out. Ferb was even surprising himself. The music flowed from his mouth as if he had been planning this for years. As he reached the last chorus, he stopped suddenly. Someone was singing with him.