Me: Hey-Hey-hey everybody! My name is Eli and I will be your fantabulous splendiferous host for PnF truth or dare!

Announcer: *shoves me out of the way* And I'm the wonderful way-better-than-her 'Announcer dude', or !

Me: A. dude? Really?

: Says the girl who wrote her own dictionary of made up combination words. And a platypus to doofenschmirtz dictionary, and then a doofenschmirtz to English dictionary.

Me: Whaaaat? It's hard to get a doofenschmirtz dictionary published! 'It's not a real language,' they said. My defense was that English doesn't have every machine name end with 'inator.' Anyways, here are the characters!

*Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, Candace, Jeremy, Doof, major monogram, Carl, agent p, Vanessa, Charlene, and Baljeet walk in*

Doof: Wait, you invited my ex-wife?

Me: Well, no. I just wanted to see you reaction. Sorry Charlene fans.

Phineas: Your not going to imprison us, right?

Me: No guarantees.

Isabella: Wait, I thought this show was supposed to be hosted by Oprah Winfrey.

Me: Yeah…she got a little… tied up. Heh.

Oprah: ( from inside the backstage closet) LET ME OUT!

Me: shut up! Um, that was my pet monkey.

Doof: You're insane.

Me: Dude, you wanted to destroy an adult diaper factory with Eulg. Stop critizing MY insanity.

Doof: touché.

Me: Touch indeed.

Isabella: Touch…?

Me: Hush up, Bow head.

Isabella: I have a flamethrower, you know.

Me: Nayr Tercaes! I thought you were supposed to be the security guard! How'd she get a weapon in here?

*guy who looks exactly like ryan seacrest cames out from backstage*

Nayr: Sorry, Ma'am.

Isabella: Nayr Tercaes? Isn't that just Ryan Seacrest backwards?

Me: no, there's no s. if it was it'd be Nayr Tsercaes.

Phineas: can we get back to the show now?

Me: Aw, of course, Phineas. Anything for you.

Isabella: Okay, that's it.

Me: Wha?

*Isabella tackles me*

Phineas: Girls, break it up!

Ferb:…

Isabella: Fine. Sorry, Eli.

*I punch her in the face*

Isabella: OW! And wow, you have some serious anger issues.

*Phineas pushes me back into my chair.*

Phineas: Leave her alone.

Me: Okay, okay! GAWD!

Random audience dude: GO PHINEAS!

Me: Wait, I have an audience? And where'd this chair come from?

*silence, crickets chirp*

Me: Anyways, while Isabella here is having a swoon fest-

Phineas: Huh?

Me: AHEM! ANYWAYS, I can't get my show started without a few truth or dares! Send em' in, people!

Doof: Wait, this is a truth or dare show?

Me: *facepalm*Anyways, send em' in!

Isabella: This show is so Cliché.

Me: Ya know, there may be some Phinabella related questions…

Isabella: WAHOO! THIS SHOW IS AMAZING!

Oprah: Let me out or I'm pressing charges!

*I walk over to the closet*

Me: Would you rather I retype the first part to say 'Oprah is in a better place' or 'Oprah jumped off a cliff'?

Oprah: Go on.

Me: Good Oprah.

Isabella: Oh, just send in the dang dares! Preferably Phinabella related questions!

Phineas: What? I'm so confused!

*Everyone gives him a death stare*

Phineas: What?

Me: Hey, Phineas has a new favorite word!

Phineas: What?

Me: Exactly!

* swat people break down the door*

Swat leader: There she is! Where's Oprah?

Me: In the closet…you realize now I can control your destiny now that you're in my story, right?

Major Monogram: RUN, SWAT DUDES! Run for your lives!

Swat leader: What?

Me: that's Phineas's catchphrase!

Phineas: What? No it's not! Wait, what is?

*Swat people are suddenly sucked into a black hole and reappear somewhere in Canada in the 1760's during the French and Indian war and get captured by some random French guys*

Me: AHEM! Now, bye everyone! See you next chapter!

Everyone else: BYE!