Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb. They are owned by Dan Povenmire, Jeff 'Swampy Marsh and Disney. Do you think if I owned them you would be reading this? The answer to that would be a giant NO! You would be watching it!
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A/N: I apologize to those of you whom are waiting for the newest chapter of Kidnapped!, 2nd Dimension Worries, and Mechanized Mayhem in Danville. My Flashdrive broke and it holds the only copy of the story, so in the meantime I hope to upload some short stories until I can get the flashdrive fixed.
A Second Author's Note: This is a Thanksgiving Sequel to Halloween Night. And I apologize for posting it late. I wasn't allowed on the computer on Thanksgiving.
"Ferb! If I have to tell you to stay out of the kitchen one more time, You'll be wearing this sauce," Gretchen Fletcher threatened her husband with the yam sauce.
"I just wanted to see if I can help," Ferb said.
"Ferb, honey, dont get me wrong, but Isabella and I can handle this okay? Besides you needn't worry about me or the baby," Gretchen said as she kissed him lightly. Isabella Flynn smirked slightly.
Ferb sighed as he flopped on the couch next to his stepbrother. Phineas Flynn gave his brother a sympathic smile. Phineas was watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.
"Got kicked out of the kitchen again?" Phineas inquired.
"Yes," Ferb sighed.
Phineas started chuckling. Ferb glared at him.
"What?" Ferb inquired.
"She might just kill you if you keep this up," Phineas chuckled.
"What do you mean by that?" Ferb asked.
"You keep on trying to help her when she doesn't need any help. Izzy gets that way too sometimes," Phineas commented.
After an hour Isabella came out of the kitchen. She had some flour in her hair but she didn't seem to mind. She settled next to Phineas. Isabella glanced over at Ferb and gave him a smile.
"She'll be joining us in a moment," Isabella stated.
Ferb simply nodded. And after a few moments and some soft swearing coming from the kitchen, Gretchen came out.
"What's wrong?" Ferb inquired.
"Nothing just got a little to close to the roasting pan, "Gretchen replied.
After a few hours the turkey was ready. A disscussion arose around the table about what was planned for Black soon as the dinner was finished, Isabella and Gretchen quickly put it away. Phineas and Ferb did the dishes. After dessert Isabela and Phineas bid Gretchen and Ferb a good night.
THE END.A/N: I apologize for the length and cruddiness of this fiction. I promise the next one will be better.