"So, Ferb.", Phineas shouted, taking the hammer. "Act carefully and gently. Statue for Danvill's fountain should be ideal. Isabella, what about arrangements to transport the debris?"
"Everything good!" report girl, and five trucks on a road according her with booming. "We just have no badges for driving the truck through the city streets." Trucks boomed again.
"Fine. Then we start! "Phineas signaled to Ferb. Boy nodded and put chisel to stone ...
"Phineas! Ferb!", Baljeet flew into the yard as fast as if swarm of angry bees chased him. "You have to oooh ...", unable to brake in time, he crashed into the stone.
"I'm fine.", he moaned immediately, holding his forehead. Ferb, looking a bit disappointed, took a first-aid kit, and after a little digging in it thoughtfully took a scalpel.
"I'm really all right," Baljeet said hastily, nervously looking at the knife. " I needed help, but the other kind. And this ... ", Baljeet looked on a Isabella, who bring herself closer. "... is a man talk."
Isabella looked at the brothers, they shrugged. Then, snorting, she returned to the dump trucks, leaving a farewell "not very much wanted."
"You see, my friends", began Baljeet, making sure that girl is far enough. "Today I received a letter. A letter from a girl! At least, I hope it's a girl", Baljeet took the envelope and handed it to Phineas. He opened it, took out the letter and began to read; Ferb looked over his shoulder.
"Hi, Baljeet! You do not know me - or rather, you know, but do not notice. But I'm fall in love with you. I think you do not mind to meet this Friday at seven o'clock at the fountain? We could talk about our feelings, and even to express them - kisses, cuddles and more, if you know what I mean. Will wait for you, and do not be late!"
"Ferb?", said Phineas, having read the letter. Ferb took a sheet, read it, sniffed and looked at it through binoculars.
"I wrote by a girl," he said at last, returning the letter to Baljeet.
"While this is good, because I was afraid that it's Buford joke.", Baljeet became thoughtful for a moment. "And you can say who's that girl?"
"You really want it?", asked Phineas. "Mysterious girl stranger, a letter, a meeting at the fountain. It must be beautiful and romantic. As in the novels, which Candace read."
"Sounds good, but I used to work with the known facts and gather the necessary information as soon as possible," admitted Baljeet. "So it would be better to know who is she. In advance."
"You know better. Then ask us through ... "Phineas looked at Ferb, he showed three fingers. "... Three hours? Through three hours."
"Good. Maybe I can help with something? "
"Yes, we're doing a sculpture of Perry and ... hey, where's Perry?"
The company looked at open cage, standing in the middle of the yard.
"Strange," Phineas broke the silence. "We closed it specifically for not to let Perry away, and he's gone! Still platypus cool guys."
After three hours, half a stone turned into a half platypus, and a break was declared. Phineas returned to the blueprints, comparing image with reality. Isabella dragged water bottle to every kid. Fireside Girls, leaving trucks, gathered in a circle and discuss something together. Buford was absent - as told by Phineas, he was sent for additional pieces of rock, in case they do not have enough. Baljeet sat in the shade of stone and closed his eyes. After about five minutes somebody near him coughed. The boy opened eyes - Ferb stood nearby, holding his letter.
"Yes?" Baljeet jumped up and took the letter.
"I have checked the chemical composition of the smells present in the envelope, and compared it with the chemical composition of smells of girls I knew.", said Ferb and drank water from a bottle. "Do not ask where I got them."
"And?" asked Baljeet nerviously.
"Most likely, 60.8 percent, it is a smell of Ginger Hirano."
As Baljeet tried to see Ginger, he was not succeeded. Fireside Girls were stand closely to each other, whispering about something, and then abruptly and quickly run away. Baljeet, wasn't able to work more, went home. There, sitting on his bed, he pulled recent photograph and stared at her. Isabella not long ago earned patches for photographing, filming everybody together and separately (whole four hours making Phineas's photos), and then sent to everybody the weighty envelopes with copies of photos. And now Baljeet thoughtfully looked at the picture of Ginger, depicting her in the usual form Fireside Girls, hosing bush pansies. The girl smiled, looking straight into the camera and obviously posing for best photo. Baljeet stared at her smile, and then took the overall picture of the company. To his surprise, Ginger standing next to him, a little bent, so it looks like her head will now lies on his shoulder. Baljeet looked at himself, at Ginger, again at himself, again at Ginger ...
"Friday, seven o'clock?" said he to himself. "Okay, Baljeet, you can do it!"