AN: This fic is set on June 16, 2013.


The gang was sitting under the famous tree, doing nothing, for they had not figured out what to do that day. Well, most of it was doing nothing.

Phineas took a deep breath and sighed happily. Isabella did the same. He sighed. She sighed. This went on for a little bit until Candace dragged her mother into the yard.

"Mom, Phineas and Isabella are periodically sighing!" Candace exclaimed.

"So?" Linda asked.

"Sorry if we bothered you," Phineas said. "We were just reminiscing about yesterday's date."

"You guys are dating?!" Buford exclaimed, getting up. "Since when were you a thing?"

"Do you not remember what happened last week?" Baljeet had to ask.

"Was there something I was supposed to have remembered?"

"It was hard to forget," Phineas explained. "There was a blue flash, and a musical number...in fact, the invention left that square imprint in the grass," he said, pointing to a 4-foot-by-4-foot area where the grass had been flattened.

"See Mom? He ADMITS it!" Candace exclaimed.

"Sure," Linda replied calmly.

Ferb sighed. "What's wrong, old buddy?" Phineas asked.

Ferb looked at his stepbrother. "You and Isabella have each other now. I'm proud of you, but...I just feel a little left out."

"Don't worry," Phineas said. "You'll find your true love someday. Well, unless you're that one-in-five-hundred-thousand who doesn't have one."

"Not helping."

"Well, here's something both of you can do," Linda said, looking over the fence. "It looks like there are some new neighbors moving in down the street. Why don't you go over and introduce yourselves?"

"New neighbors? We can give them a tour of the city; a tour on a rollercoaster!" Phineas said. "Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today!"

Ferb smiled.

"Thanks a lot, Mom. You gave him ideas," Candace groaned.

"I have an idea," Buford said. "Where's Perry?"

"That is not an idea," Baljeet said.

"Who cares?"

"I do."


Perry slipped on his fedora, opened the cabinet underneath the sink, and jumped into it. He emerged at his lair, accompanied by a few sponges.

"Good morning, Agent P," Major Monogram said from the screen. "The stationmaster has mysteriously disappeared, and we think Doofenshmirtz may be behind it."

"The stationmaster could just be late, sir," Carl said from offscreen.

"Three hours late? The guy lives only four blocks away."

"Good point."

"Go out there and make sure Doofenshmirtz can't mess up the train schedule too badly," Monogram said to Perry. "Good luck."

Perry put on his jetpack and blasted out of his lair.

Pe-rry!