"So I am going to ask you one more time, Buford. Where is he?" Isabella asks him, clutching on to his shirt, pulling him close to her face.

"I have no idea what you are talking about!" Buford states as evens his gaze with Isabella's.

Isabella lets go of his shirt and drops him back into the chair. She walks out of the light, leaving. Buford looks around the room. There is only him, a chair, and a light. He has not a really good idea on how he actually got there. It sort of worries him, who can blame him?

"He won't tell us." Isabella grumbles, talking to someone. "Think you could… ya know, straighten him out?"

Buford looks up at the door in alarm, they are standing right next to it on the other side, but he couldn't tell who it was. The door opens and reveals Isabella, trailing behind her is not just one person, but six. The Fireside Girls.

"Buford, Buford, Buford. Now you have forced me to get back up." Isabella says, gesturing to the girls.

"I don't understand why you don't ask him yourself! Or his brother! Or Baljeet!"

Isabella smiles, mischievously. "Phineas won't tell me."

"Ferb won't talk enough to give us details." Gretchen adds.

Adyson smirks. "And Baljeet is too easy to crack!"

"So that just leaves you…" Milly says.

"And won't this be fun…" Holly smiles.

"Baljeet would be so happy to see this!" Ginger squeals.

The girls roll their eyes at the girl and then turn their attention back to Buford. Isabella steps towards him. "So I am going to ask you one more time, Buford. Where. Is. Phineas?"

"Out."

Isabella turns around and gives an exasperated sigh. She turns to the Fireside girls. "Alright. Bring him in."

Adyson and Milly leave the room. Isabella and the rest of the girls continue to stare Buford down. A few minutes go by and the pair of girls reenter the room, Buford's eyes widen.

"Don't you dare!" He exclaims. "Get your hands away from Biff!"

"Ah, ah, ah" Isabella shakes her head and wags her finger. "We won't touch him, if you tell us what we want to know."

Buford stops. He looks up at Isabella, he couldn't tell her. He had promised Phineas not to tell anything. But at the same time, they were going to hurt Biff if he didn't. He sighs in defeat and looks down. "Alright, I will tell you."

"Really!?" Isabella squeals.

Buford looks at her, smirking mischievously. "He's at your house."

Isabella blinks in surprise. "Wha-what!? No he's not!"

Buford grins wider. "I was just the distraction." He looks down at his watch. "And looks like he's just about ready." He stands up, getting ready to leave.

"Ready? For what?" Isabella says, stopping him.

"Well, girly," He smiles. "It is Christmas Eve…"

"He didn't…"

He smiles at her. "Check it out."

Isabella dashes out of that room so fast it was like she was never even there. Buford walks up to the girls, who are now talking, and grabs Biff. "You touch him again, I will hurt you."

Katie laughs. "Nice try, but we have Isabella as a leader."

"Touché"