Chapter 1
PNF part 3
"I can't do that. I'm sorry. I just can't."
Phineas Flynn was sitting on his living room sofa. He looked across the room where Ferb and T.D. were sitting on the love seat.
"You have to!" exclaimed T.D. "It's just too perfect!"
"Can't Ferb like... do it for me?" Phineas said hesitantly.
"You're such a pansy..." said Ferb.
"Okay, I don't know what pansy means...But! You'll look like a total wimp if you do that" she said.
Ferb rolled his eyes.
"I can't do it face to face. I'm telling you: I can't!"
Phineas was now panicking and talking in a nervous high pitched tone.
"You won't have to" said T.D. with a very devious smile.
She took out her phone and dialed a number so fast that her fingers were a blur. It rang once and then was answered on the 2nd ring.
"Hello?" said a very well known dignified yet girlish voice.
"Gretchen! Honey! Baby! Sweetie! I need a favor!"
Ferb and Phineas glanced at each other, both eyebrows raised.
"Listen, in 2 minutes, Phineas is going to call Izzy and ask her to the dance. So, I need you to..."
Loud yelling was heard from the receiver.
"No, Gretchen! Stop it! Listen! You can't tell her anything ok? Just give her a super amazing makeover. Thanks! Bye!"
She hung up and put the phone back into her pocket.
"You know Gretchen?" asked Phineas.
"Yes, we've...talked"
She looked up and met their curious gazes.
"What?" she asked loudly.
"Not so shy anymore, T.D.?"
She blushed and added in a low mumble.
"Anything for my little sister."
The two brothers smiled sweetly, admiring T.D.
Isabella must mean a lot to her, thought Phineas. He knew that he should listen to any advice given to him.
Ferb, however, felt a little guilty. This young girl had completely changed herself in the last few minutes. She had ceased to be shy and quiet, for the happiness of her sister. Should he have been more loving toward Phineas? Should he have acted the second he knew about Isabella's feelings? These were questions to which he will never have an answer to. It was too late.
"All right Phineas, first things first, call her." T.D. handed him the phone.
"What should I say?"He asked. He was slowly starting to freak out.
"Just ask her. It's not rocket science! You even probably understand rocket science!"
Through his panicked expression, Phineas laughed. Not because what she said was funny, but because it was true.
He picked up the phone and dialed, taking his time. It barely rang once and Isabella's voice was heard on speaker.
"Hey Phineas!" she said, way too cheerfully.
"Hey Isabella," he started "I need to ask you something." his voice was becoming a little high pitched.
There was a pause so T.D. was waving her hand forward, prompting him to go on.
"Well, Ferb and I were going to the dance and- OW!" T.D. hit him over the head with a pillow and was giving him a dirty look.
"Oh, um actually, Ferb isn't really feeling very well...So I guess it's just... um... you and me?"
The sound that emanated from the receiver was the loudest, giddiest and most high squeal in the history of shouts.
"Yes, yes I will go with you." she said and hung up.
Phineas sighed in relief.
"Well, thank goodness that's over." he said.
Ferb nodded and gave him thumbs up.
T.D. on the other hand chuckled. She was sitting on the loveseat and staring at the ground.
"What?" asked Phineas.
T.D. looked up and her cheeks took a bright pink color.
"You need to dress a little nicer." she said in a low voice, which was practically a whisper.
"Oh, so the shy T.D. is back?" Phineas asked with a taunting grin.
T.D. nodded.
"Well, that was fast." he added as T.D. took a darker shade of pink smiled sweetly.
They all went up to Phineas' room to find some clothes.
"I've never noticed how orange everything is." said Phineas.
"Why would you have over a dozen of the same T-shirt and pants? I mean it's not like there's a law where you can only wear those specific colors or anything. Is it that hard to wear some green or some... red or something?"
T.D. was quietly babbling in the depths of the boys' closet.
As Ferb and T.D. were searching for outfits, Phineas stared out the window.
All those years, Isabella had been sending him all these messages. How could he have not seen the signs? And now, here he was, getting ready for a dance. It was all just so crazy.
Suddenly, everything went dark, as if someone had turned off the lights. At first, Phineas jumped up in surprise but then realized that T.D. had thrown clothing over his head. He took them off and looked at them.
He found himself in front of an orange button down shirt and stone washed dark blue jeans. He had never seen those two pieces of clothing in his life... weird that they somehow came out of his closet.
Phineas went to the bathroom and changed into them. He looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn't done that for a while... just looking at himself. He had changed into those clothes and was now... well looked older.
As he came out, he received thumbs up from both Ferb and T.D. That's all he needed, so he changed back. He came back out a second time and wished he hadn't.
"I'm so sorry Phineas...but it's necessary."
T.D. was standing there, in his own room, with a sad smile on her face. In her hands was a pair of scissors and of, course, hair gel.
"No..." he whispered, but it was too late.
His own brother tackled him and held him down. The half sister came up behind him on the floor and ran a comb through his red-orange hair. He closed his eyes tight and hoped for the best as he heard the scissors snip and felt the cool hair gel on his scalp. But before he knew it, she was done.
He got up and looked himself in the mirror. Ferb stood behind him, his face expressionless as usual.
His hair was gelled down flat except for the front which was somewhat spiky.
"It's called 'The duck's ass' by the way." she said, as if by knowing the name, the whole hairstyle changed.
They all stared at him in mirror in silence for a while, until T.D. softly said:
"The sun is setting...I need to get home or else Izzy's mom won't be too happy." she was about to step out, when suddenly, the unbelievable happened:
"I'll walk you." said Ferb.