Alright, here's where the real plot comes out. It gets a little dark from here...

Ferb walked out of the garage with the new device. He had a small bruise where the toolbox had hit him after it slipped, but it wasn't that bad. When he got to the backyard, he wasn't surprised to find Isabella sitting under the tree next to Phineas.

"Hey, Ferb. What was that crash?"

Ferb pointed at the small bruise he had acquired.

"You okay?"

He nodded, then he pointed his device as Phineas. He turned it on and *ZAP*. A couple seconds later, Phineas yawned, stretched, and woke up.

"Hey Ferb, sorry I fell asleep for so long. Oh, hi Isabella."

"Hey, Phineas. You do realize that it's only nine, right?"

Phineas looked confused until Ferb handed his device to him.

"A rest-restoring machine? You're a genius, Ferb! Now we still have time for a Big Idea!" His grin quickly became a frown, however, as he failed to come up with any ideas.

"That's funny, I can't think of anything to do. What about you, Isabella?"

Isabella struggled not to squeal. It was always amazing when he asked what she wanted to do. "Well, maybe we can use that rest-restorer to help people in the Tri-State Area who've been having a hard time sleeping."

Phineas lit up as Isabella told him the idea. "Great idea, Isabella! I know what we're gonna do today!"

"You know, Perry the Platypus, in hindsight, I should have gotten a bigger heat ray. I probably could have zapped half of Danville by now if I had."

Perry, meanwhile, was removing a small hammer from inside his hat. He began to chip away at the weak spot he had found. Doof, however, didn't notice, as he was engrossed in watching his Nightmare-Inator warm up.

"Ah, it's finally ready! Witness, Perry the Platypus, as I put the Tri-State Area into its darkest sleep ever!"

Perry, however, wouldn't allow that. With a rather desperate swing of the hammer, he shattered the snow globe. Doof turned at the sound, just in time for Perry to smack him right in the face! Doof was knocked back into the Nightmare-Inator, activating the beam and the self-destruct button the Doof had (once again) placed on his device.

Perry, in his hurry to not be in the detonation radius, failed to notice the beam firing. He jumped off the balcony and opened his glider, smiling slightly to himself as he heard the familiar words, "Curse you, Perry the Platypus!" and the following explosion.

He had finished so quickly that he might be able to see what his owners were up to in person.

"Alright, I think that does it." Phineas held up the newly modified rest-restorer. It was larger and had a solar panel attached. "Let's go help out some people."

Phineas, Ferb, and Isabella all began to walk out of the backyard, unaware that they were straying into the firing path of the Nightmare-Inator. When the single beam from the –Inator arrived, it was heading right for Phineas!

It was mere chance, however, that the beam was able to be reflected off of solar panels, thus saving Phineas from the horrible effects of the Nightmare-Inator.

But Chance is a cruel mistress. When the beam reflected off the solar panel, it was directed right at Isabella. And this time, there was nothing to prevent the beam from reaching its target.

With a gasp, Isabella was engulfed in a darkness that seemed to leech the color right out of her. Phineas and Ferb turned when she gasped.

"ISABELLA!" Phineas cried. Isabella's vision began to narrow.

The last thing she saw was Phineas's worried and grief-stricken face.

Then the world went black.

Princess Isabella awoke to a wonderful summer morn.

It was the last season of her sojourn to Italy and she did so wish to reveal the existence and depths of her feelings to her love, Prince Phineas of Denmark. He had been sent here under strange circumstances, but he had adjusted well. She had never met a man more kind, honorable, or noble, except perhaps his closest of friends, Sir Fletcher of England.

Yet, it was Phineas who held her heart, and she was certain that he would reciprocate her feelings if she but mentioned them. However, circumstances beyond her control always intervened, excluding those few times where she was not able to loosen her tongue.

And then there were the current strains between Denmark and Spain. Her father, upon the letter wherewith she mentioned the coming of Prince Phineas, had forbid her to interact with him more than circumstance required. There was rumor of war coming between the two kingdoms and the servants of both households would often be at each other's throats.

These thoughts fluttered about Isabella's mind as she readied herself for this day. Prince Phineas had offered to accompany her on a ride through the countryside, and for once, Sir Fletcher would be occupied with other matters.

This was the day, she vowed.

This was the day she would proclaim her love.

She stood out upon her doorstep, awaiting the arrival of Prince Phineas. She began to feel utmost dejection and rage. He had said to meet him at half noon. The sun was currently almost at its zenith, so he was far late.

Why would he give such a false promise? If he did not arrive before midday, she would speak to him but once more, to inform him that it would be the last!

Upon the formation of this vow, a messenger in the colors of Denmark arrived.

"Be thou the lady Isabella?"

"Yea, I am she."

"I bring thee a missive from the lord Phineas."

Isabella could not keep the astonishment from her face.

"The lord Phineas has received a grievous letter from Denmark. The sting it imparts is all the more painful as it be the news of the depths of winter. His father is dead, a dagger in his heart, and the lord Phineas requests your forgiveness. He begs of you to allow him to grieve his father and contemplate these matters."

Isabella placed a hand upon her lip. Her shock was almost as deep as her shame. How could she have thought ill of her love? "Of course. Tell him he has my utmost condolences and that if he should ever want for a companion of any sort, it would be an honor if he would think of me."

The messenger turned and left posthaste. Princess Isabella return to her chambers, to think. Her declaration of love could wait, she decided.

Prince Phineas would need comfort and companionship, not another emotion to tangle in the shards of a broken heart.

Confused? I hope not. To clarify, Isabella is now in a nightmare. It may not be horrible yet, but it will be soon enough.