Okay, guys, I'm back with more! If you have any suggestions, just PM me.

And by the way, this will mostly be Good School POV. I'll do some Evil chapters. And for the record, Good = North and Evil = South.

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Okay, to the story.

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Isabella felt sick. She ran to the balcony overlooking the cafeteria.

Sure enough, everyone stood quietly in line. No one shouted, pushed, or did anything against the rules. Everyone was polite.

Even Buford.

Isabella staggered backwards, right into Phineas. He caught her around the waist.

"Hey, be careful, Isabella," he said, letting her go.

She whirled. "How are we going to fix this? That's not natural," she said, gesturing to the cafeteria.

Phineas peeked over the edge. He, too, stumbled backwards in shock.

Ferb, who had been studying the ray, straightened and said, "We'll need to reverse-construct this."

Phineas frowned. "But that would take…"

He didn't finish, so Isabella, who knew everything the brothers did about engineering and construction (Don't ask. It involves a thought-sharer gone wrong), did.

"…Five days, min. If Randy's in a bad mood, seven. If no one has any pizzazium infonionite, ten, because we'll have to use tinatium ironite instead, and we'd have to chemically engineer it. If we don't have a multi-socket-flame-resistant-chemically-tempered wrench, we're screwed, because it takes a month to make one."

Phineas nodded. "Yeah."

Ferb reached into his pocket and pulled out a multi-socket-flame-resistant-chemically-tempered wrench and a tube of pizzazium infonionite.

Isabella clapped her hands.

"Good! Now, Phineas, you help Ferb draw up the blueprints and I'll call Randy."

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Ten minutes later, the blueprints were drawn up. Isabella pulled out her cell phone.

"Hello, Randy? Hi! You remember me. I'm Isabella Garcia-Shapiro," she said.

"Oh, yeah, you're that girl who's always helping those two Flynn-Fletcher brats," Randy said.

"Yes," Isabella said, sighing. "I am. We need a few parts, okay?" she said. Then she proceeded to list the parts.

Randy growled, "Okay, I'll have them to ya in, let's say two days. Yeah?"

Isabella agreed, and they both hung up.

"He's in a bad mood," she told them. "We need to know what the South school is planning."

Just then, her cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Isabella. Are you the leader of the North school?" she heard herself say evilly.

"I don't know. Let me check," Good Isabella said flippantly, putting the call on hold.

She stepped up to the edge of the balcony.

"Students of Danville High North! I'm your new leader, okay?" she called.

Everyone nodded. She stepped back, raising her phone to her ear.

"Yeah, I am. What can I do for ya?" she said, not caring that she was supposed to be pure good.

"Surrender. We're going to take over the world. You need not die. Just pledge yourselves to our cause," Evil Isabella told her.

Then, in the background, a huge belch rang out.

"Ewww. Was that Buford?" Isabella asked.

"Focus, Good me. Yeah, it was, but really. Surrender or no?"

"Um, no thanks. We kind of value freedom. You know, the concept you seem to have no idea of?" she said.

"Then prepare for war. Tomorrow, nine AM." Evil Isabella snapped, and the line went dead.