A/N: Hey guys!
*ducks flying objects*
Yes, I know, I should be working on my other two stories! But this idea has been in my mind for weeks and if I didn't get it out soon I was gonna implode!
I'll update my other stories ASAP, but for now, sit back and enjoy this piece of stupidity I wrote!
(No, I don't believe that. I'm actually quite proud of this piece.)

12:00 AM, Danville

The door banged open.
The red haired man, sitting on his bed with a laptop on his stomach and an old platypus curled up by his feet, took no notice, nor did he show any signs of fright.
The red haired woman who had just walked in sat down on top of his desk, swinging her long legs back and forth. She knew better than to interrupt when her brother was in one of his "moods". If she did, the end results would involve a pillow fight, the platypus refusing to come out of a closet, possibly a broken laptop, and a spatula. Don't ask.
The triangle-headed man looked up, finally registering the fact that his sister had decided to join him. A smile grew on his face.
"Hey, Candace," he said, running a hand through his hair. His dark blue eyes sparkled with creativity. "What's up?"
Candace looked down at her interlocked fingers, smiling at the diamond ring that shone on one of them. "Listen, Phineas," she started. "I know you guys are a bit busy with work and all-"
"Never too busy to help you, Candace," his blue eyes shone with obvious affection for his older sister.
"Well…" Candace trailed off, reaching up and twirling a strand of hair around her fingers. "I was looking through this magazine," she said in a rush, throwing a magazine on Phineas' bed. "And there's this one designer-I marked the pages-and I was wondering…could you call her up?"
Phineas leaned over and picked up the magazine. He flipped to the pages his sister had marked and looked at the bridal dresses on them. Even to his inexperienced eye, he could see the dresses were works of art.
"You want me to call the designer up for your wedding dress?" Phineas finally asked, the pieces clicking in his mind. The man was a genius, but a bit slow, to put things lightly.
Candace nodded.
"You sure Jeremy will approve?" Phineas muttered, referring to his sister's blond fiancée.
Candace rolled her eyes. "Jeremy specifically told me-"
"Yeah, yeah," it was the red-haired man's turn to roll his eyes, though it was teasingly.
"Her number's on the bottom, next to her name." Candace said brightly. "Her studio's in Paris, and since the wedding is going to be there anyway…"
Phineas nodded, understanding what his sister was asking. She practically squealed and threw herself at him, glomping him.
"Alright, I get it, Candace," Phineas gasped under his sister's rib-breaking hug. "You're welcome,"
Candace released her brother. "I'll be in the kitchen!" she sang, walking out.
Phineas chuckled and grabbed his iPhone. He turned on the phone option and began to dial the number.
Then his eyes slid to the name next to the number.
The iPhone slid silently out of his hand and hit the floor. Luckily, it wasn't damaged.
Phineas put his face in his hands and shook his head. He couldn't call this designer up, he just couldn't…not after what had happened all those years ago.
Next to the number was the name Isabella Garcia-Shapiro.

A/N: Ooh, cliffhanger. I think.
So, Candace and Jeremy are getting married, Isabella's a wedding designer, something happened between Phineas and Izzy that they apparently have lost contact with each other, and Ferb hasn't been mentioned yet…
It's official.
THE WORLD'S GONE MAD!
Review please!