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To the story!
Prologue
Isabella's Pov
"Watcha doing?" I ask as I enter the Flynn-Fletcher's backyard. "I don't... really know." Phineas had said while staring into space. Phineas didn't look like his usual self, I wonder if he's okay? "I don't know what's wrong with him." Ferb had said. "What's up loser's?" Buford asked while entering the gate. Baljeet was hanging from his back in an uncomfortable fashion. " I know what we're... Oo toooday." Phineas managed to get out before passing out. Oh no! He does not look good he neeas to go to the hospital!