Welcome back, you few readers brave enough to read this story (let's be honest - it's not really that good). Here's the next chapter. But first, a disclaimer - if I owned Phineas and Ferb, I wouldn't be writing here. Would you?

Second, I decided to include songs in this story. Most chapters from one re on out should have one. Each song I use will be based on a song I've heard, but partially rewritten to fit the story more accurately. Those of you who can guess the song correctly can give themselves a pat in the back (this one should be a no-brainer).

Now, with all the formalities out of the way, here's the next chapter.


Phineas' POV:

It all worked out, I guess. We talked, and sure, the conversation was awkward (what was that centaur nonsense about?), but now Isabella is my girlfriend, and I her boyfriend. Now I have to make it up to her, for all those times I didn't see her.

Like in Paris, when I was so focused on fixing the plane I didn't even acknowledge her presence. I didn't even see that we were, you know, a boy, a girl, alone in the City of Love, and that romance could've been a foregone conclusion. Or in the haunted house. For her, it was scary when I fell, but she felt much safer with me by her side. Or for her birthday, when all she wanted was time alone with me, but I prepared her a huge party with all our friends. I have to make it up to her. Luckily, I have just the thing in mind. I'll surprise Isabella with it.

Walking into my backyard, I found Buford and Baljeet waiting for me, along with Ferb.

"I'm glad to see you two together at last," remarked Baljeet. I have to say, this shocked me.

"How did you know?!" Isabella asked, making it clear that she was just as surprised as me.

"Ferb? Did you tell them?" I asked my brother, but he just shook his head.

"Let's just say that a little birdie whispered in our ears that two of our friends were going on a date. End of conversation," said Buford, making it clear that Isabella and I weren't going to figure out how they knew. It doesn't matter, I guess. I have more important things on my mind.

"Alright gang, let's get to work," I said.

"Wait, but you haven't even told us what we're doing today!" Isabella pointed out.

"That's cause it's a surprise," I explained, "at least, for you." I snapped my fingers. "Buford? Just be more humane than the sack this time."

Isabella just walked off, mumbling something about a surprise for me, too. Then I noticed.

"Hey, where's Perry?"


No POV:

As it happened, the platypus was sleeping in bed when the ground opened up under him. In midair, Agent P put on his fedora, did a triple front flip followed by a three-point landing in his chair. Major Monogram and Carl's familiar faces flashed onto the screen, both of which were holding a ten above their heads.

"Excellent landing, Agent P," Monogram commented, then continued with the briefing. "We have reason to believe that Doofenshmirtz is up to no good. Put a stop to it."

That was a short briefing, Perry thought to himself, saluting Major Monogram as the screen went black, and helicopter blades rose out of his chair, flying him to the familiar purple building.

Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
Kicking down the door, the semi-aquatic mammal found Doofenshmirtz standing in the middle if his balcony next to a big tarp, under which he assumed the scientist's latest inator was.

"Ah, Perry the Platypus," Doofenshmirtz said, acknowledging the monotreme's appearance, "are you here to beat me up again?"

Perry decided this wasn't a bad idea, and leaped at Doofenshmirtz, only to be stopped inches from his face.

"Do you like it, Perry the Platypus? It's a time freeze beam." He gestured at the ground to reveal a strange device shooting what seemed to be air upwards. "It freezes anything between it and the ceiling in time. Now, onto the backstory."

"You see, Perry the Platypus, my brother Roger is hosting a big event at City Hall today, but he's not telling anyone what it is. I know he's thinking that if I don't know what it is, I won't be able to mess it up, but he's WRONG! WRONG I tell you! Perry the Platypus, I present you with," Doofenshmirtz pulled the tarp off his invention with a flourish, "the GO-WRONG-INATOR!"

"With this bad boy, I can shoot Roger's little event and ruin it, no matter what it is! Then it's just a matter of time before I am the supreme leader of the Tri-State Area!"

Perry had to do something to stop Doofenshmirtz. If only he could move. Then he noticed. His tail was not caught in the time freeze ray.

Reaching down with his tail, Perry *just* managed to press the off button on the time freeze ray. After another triple from flip and three-point landing, the O.W.C.A. agent leaped at Doofenshmirtz, knocking him into the Go-Wrong-Inator, causing the evil device to spin around and shoot a beam of light at Doofenshmirtz's Switch-Place-Inator, which happened to be lying on top of the Other-Dimension-Inator.

The beam hit both of the evil scientist's inventions, and the Switch-Place-Inator fired one of its lasers at Doofenshmirtz, hitting the evil scientist, and the other laser through the recently activated Other-Dimension Inator, shortly before the two of them self-destructed.

Doofenshmirtz could only watch as Agent P started shoving the Go-Wrong-Inator towards the edge of the balcony.

"Well that was over quickly," the evil scientist noted, before throwing in his catchphrase. "Curse you Perry the Platypus!"

Not a minute later, Doofenshmirtz vanished into thin air.

With one last shove, Perry pushed the Go-Wrong-Inator over the edge of the balcony, then jumped off the edge. Activating his parachute, Perry noticed that the inator had fired one last beam of light.

Following the path of the beam, Perry's eyes widened in horror as he saw where it was headed, but not even the magnificent monotreme could do anything about what happened next.


Back on Maple Drive, Isabella was glad she had earned the handicrafts patch. Now, in her pocket was a bracelet for Phineas. Sure, it wasn't much compared to the rollercoaster or the Ferris wheel or the haunted house, but Isabella didn't have an imagination as good as Phineas', or building skills to match those of Ferb. Still, it took her all morning to make this bracelet for Phineas. Flawless, and made entirely out of silver, she had also taken the time to engrave two phrases onto the bracelet.

One phrase was Carpe Diem. Seize the day. Isabella had never seen anyone live up to those two words better than Phineas. Every single day, Isabella would walk into his backyard to find him making a reality what was beyond most other kids' wildest dreams. Those two words were also what had driven Isabella to try time after time to get Phineas to fall in love with her. That was how she seized the day. The bracelet was her way of saying thank you.

The other phrase summed that up quite simply: Thank you for falling in love with me. It was her own words, and they meant the world to Isabella. She hoped they would mean at least as much to Phineas.

Walking back across the street, she was surprised to see the backyard empty, except for Phineas, Ferb, Baljeet, Buford, and a small tarp.

Huh, thought Isabella to herself. I was expecting something a bit bigger from Phineas.

"Hey Isabella!" said Phineas, noticing the Fireside Girl's reappearance. "You came back just in time. I just finished! You're gonna love it!" With a flourish, the boy eagerly pulled off the tarp to reveal... a bike helmet? Isabella stared at it blankly.

"That's my present? A bike helmet?" she asked in disbelief. It wasn't that she hated it or anything, she just expected more from the boy who built a rollercoaster. Twice.

"Don't be silly," said Phineas, putting the helmet on. "That's way below my usual standard. This is for you."

He pushed a button on the helmet, and in the blink of an eye, Isabella found herself surrounded by buildings.

"Do you like it?" Phineas asked.

"Where are we?"

"Oh come on, Isabella. You mean to tell me you don't recognize the City of Love?"

"What?! We're in Paris?!" Isabella asked, stunned.

"Well, not officially," replied Phineas. "I call the helmet a dream machine. By pushing this button, the helmet makes whatever I think of come to life. So I thought of Paris, and, voila, here we are. The City of Love in my own backyard."

Phineas extended his hand towards Isabella. "Shall we make up for lost time?"

Isabella smiled. Now this was more up to Phineas' standards.

Taking his hand, Isabella noticed a familiar tune begin to play from no discernible music source. Picking up the beat, she began singing.

We could share a crêpe sucrée
At this Parisian café

Phineas stopped in his tracks. "Wait, you sang this last time? I thought it was, you know, the radio, or something like that!" Isabella just continued singing.

Take a break and smell these flowers
Underneath the Eiffel Tower

After getting over his initial shock, Phineas conceded. "You know what, you're right. I need to relax."

Won't you share a crème brûlée with me?

"Sounds great! Good thing I brought my euros!"

How perfect could this be?
In the City of Love
In the City of Love

We could try some fancy cheese
Or peruse the galleries

"Wow. I never really noticed how amazing these paintings are!"

Isn't this a perfect day?
How do I look in this beret?

At least this time he feels the same way
When we're strolling down the Champs-Élysées
In the City of Love

Unlike last time we can stroll through Paris holding hands
I'm so glad this time 'round Phineas understands
We're in the City of Love
We're in the City of Love

We're in the City of Love...


Isabella was just about to show Phineas the bracelet she had made him when a beam of light hit the dream machine on his head.


MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Cliffhanger! I feel so evil. Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter. Please (I'm begging you) read and review. I want to know how I'm doing. Anyways, review responses (there aren't many, but I feel obliged to say something to you few - these reviews mean so much to me)

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