Chapter 1

~Inventor's Block~

On a quite typical summer's afternoon, the sun beamed down upon the backyard of the Flynn-Fletcher household, where two boys and their exotic pet platypus resided under the shade of a large tree. Still, something was off, making this day just a tad different than most. Phineas was glowering over the many blueprints scattered haphazardly across the grass, while Ferb sat against the trunk of the tree with a large novel in hand.

Phineas, hand to his chin, sifted through the have finished papers with little success. It seemed as though the boy was having a creative meltdown that afternoon, and the unusual circumstances had thrown him out of his element. He would be on the cusp of a brilliant idea to put into action, but after a few scribbles on a fresh blueprint, lost the train of thought completely, as if it hadn't ever existed.

The boy sighed, before crumbling the paper and throwing it over his head in frustration. Ferb dodged the paper ball with ease, and it joined the others. He glanced from his book to his brother, and quipped, "Any luck?"

"No," Phineas said, dejected. "Not a thing."

What the heck is wrong with me today? The boy thought to himself. After all, he usually spewed ideas like crazy. He swore that each one was one the tip of his tongue, or ready to burst forth from his pencil onto the prints, but they just...didn't. It was quite discouraging indeed.

That was, until the gate to their fence creaked open, indicating a regular guest had arrived to visit them.

"Hey guy! Whatcha doin'?" Their friend, Isabella asked, as she walked into the yard. Today, she was clad in her typical pink dress and bow in her dark hair. Her presence along seemed to lighten the tense atmosphere that had settled there.

"Nothing yet; Ferb and I are still brainstorming." Phineas said. He felt disappointed that he hadn't already come up with something yet. At this point in the day, he would've had something planned out and ready for them to begin working on.

Isabella placed her hand on her chin. After a moment, she suggested, "Have you guys seen any cool stuff on TV? That helps sometimes, doesn't it?"

"Cable's out." Ferb said.

"Plus," Phineas added, scrawling another futile thought onto the paper, "There's not much on TV these days anyway."

Isabella frowned in concentration and sat down between Phineas and Perry, moving clutter as she did so. "Well, how about something like…like…Uh…"

"Exactly what I was thinking," Phineas said with a wry grin when he peeked up at her. He noted the lack of her sash, and the creative flint inside him sparked, "Hey, are there any new patches the Fireside Girls need?"

Isabella felt bad as she said, "Sure there are, but it probably wouldn't be the right thing to do when all the girls are out on vacation..."

There was more contemplative silence between the three of them, barely disturbed as Perry moved over to curl himself against Ferb's leg.

"Well, Isabella," Phineas turned from his prints and to his friend, "What do you wanna do today?"

She was surprised at the invitation, and found an unexplained feeling of joy. She could barely control herself as she said, "There's a Summer Festival going on today here in Danville, not too far from here. I heard it was pretty cool. Maybe we could go to that?" Despite her attempts at remaining cool and collected, the warm feeling of blush on her cheeks gave her away. Not that the boys had noticed.

Phineas liked the way that idea sat with him. To hang out with some of his favorite people for a day, nothing too complicated to accomplish in one day set before them. Though abnormal, it seemed like a good way to spend his day.

And maybe, he tried to cheer himself; all I need is a break to get back in my groove.

"Okay, let's do that!" He exclaimed, happy to have found something to do.

Isabella beamed at Phineas, glad that her new plan had been accepted with such ease. It was nice that she wasn't going to have to focus of completing task, or getting a badge. Just enjoying an afternoon with the guy she liked.

"So what do you say Ferb?" Phineas asked.

Ferb looked up from his novel, and blinked at the two of them. "If you don't particularly mind," he said, "I'd like to stay here to finish this."

"Sure, but are you sure? It'd be cool if all three of us could go together."

Ferb glanced at Isabella for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Well then," the red-haired boy smiled, "I guess it's just the two of us Isabella."

AN:

BAM! THIS IS THE THIRD TIME RE-WRITING THIS CHAPTER! AND I DID IT IN A DAY! MUWAHAHHA!

Anyway, thanks for reading this far :) Hope you enjoyed it, and the next update should be soon...*cough*...I hope