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After eating the sponge cake, Isabella was now small enough to sneak out of a hole in the front door and leave.
"Now, I must go and find that lovely garden, no one will think of looking for me there" thought Isabella
Isabella wandered off to find the garden, her new extremely short height caused her to be able to hide in the grass.
"Everything seems different from down here, I have to keep looking up, I'm sure little people must get very bad neck strain, it's enough to make a cat bark, I've read a lot of Fairy Tales but I never thought I'd end up right in the middle of one" thought Isabella
Isabella continued to wander further into the grassy jungle.
"There should be a book written about this place, maybe when I get older I'll write one" thought Isabella
Isabella stopped when she heard growling and saw some long, furry thing swaying from side to side, she looked to see she was standing underneath a dog. She quickly ran and the dog followed her, Isabella tried to lose the dog by hiding in a flower pot, but the dog wouldn't leave, Isabella noticed a stick and escaped the pot through a crack on the other side, while the dog kept looking inside the flower pot, Isabella threw the stick as far as she could, the dog noticed the stick and chased after it. When the dog was gone, Isabella continued on her journey. Soon, Isabella ended up in an area filled with mushrooms. She noticed something shimmering and looked to see what it was, atop one of the mushrooms was a red caterpillar with brown eyes, spiky, shaggy, dark brown hair with a moustache and goatee, he appeared to be smoking a hookah.
"Sir, who do I have the honour of addressing?" asked Isabella
"Beepo Caterpillar, renowned artist of wonderland, a true son of the land" said the caterpillar
Beepo Caterpillar tried to look at Isabella, but since he had been smoking the hookah for so long, his vision was a bit blurry.
"Who are you?" asked Beepo
"I...I don't know" said Isabella
"If you don't, I don't" said Beepo
"I know who I was this morning, but I think I've been changed several times since then" said Isabella
"Explain yourself, or you'll find yourself on a charge" said Beepo
"Well, I can't explain myself, because I'm not myself, you see?" asked Isabella
"No I don't see" said Beepo
"Well, everyone should be the right size, but I've changed size so many times today that it's confusing" said Isabella
"Why?" asked Beepo
"Well, if you were to change into a butterfly, you'd find it quite strange, wouldn't you?" asked Isabella
"Not a bit, nothing strange to me" said Beepo
"I don't think you should talk to me like that" said Isabella
"Like what?" asked Beepo
"In short sentences, all I know is that it's quite disturbing, sometimes I feel like crying" said Isabella
"Why is that?" asked Beepo
"Because I don't remember things like I used to, and I can't keep the right size for 10 minutes either" said Isabella
"That doesn't sound good, I'd keep an eye on it if I was you, can't remember what things exactly?" asked Beepo
"Songs and poems" said Isabella
"Scared? That's worse than having a buried paintbrush" said Beepo
Beepo got an idea.
"Recite...'You are old, Father William'" said Beepo
"What?" asked Isabella
"Stand up girl, you can't sing or recite without standing up" said Beepo
"But that's just it, I don't want to" said Isabella
Isabella stood up.
"It's perfectly normal, but arms in" said Beepo
Isabella tucked her arms in.
"Now, try to keep in tune" said Beepo
"You are old Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head, do you think, at your age, it is right..." said Isabella
Beepo looked to his side to see an old man standing on his head and a young man talking to him. Beepo looked at his hookah in confusion.
"Hm?" asked Isabella
Isabella saw Beepo staring at the side, Isabella looked to see he was staring at nothing.
"I'm not sure if you were trying for the Paganini variations for voice and trumpet, but you forgot the next 7 verses" said Beepo
"Some of the words did feel jumbled" said Isabella
"Granted, the verse you did recite, you did it well, but the rest of it was wrong" said Beepo
"I'm always afraid of something like that when I perform" said Isabella
"You shouldn't be afraid, that's worse than not remembering" said Beepo
"Oh dear" said Isabella
"What size do you want to be? Speak up, SPEAK UP" said Beepo
"I don't care about the size, just so long as I'm not changing all the time, you know?" asked Isabella
"No, I do not know" said Beepo
"There you go again with your short sentences" said Isabella
"There YOU go again, losing your temper, it's against queen's regulations, are you alright with the height you are now?" asked Beepo
"I'd like to be a little taller, this is a terrible height to be" said Isabella
"Terrible? Terrible?" asked Beepo
Beepo raised his arms and wings emerged, he also lost his long, caterpillar tail and he started to shimmer even brighter.
"One side will make you taller, the other side will make you shorter" said Beepo
"One side of what?" asked Isabella
Isabella turned around to see the butterfly that Beepo had become.
"The mushroom, that's what it's there for" said Beepo
Isabella was in awe.
"Everything has a purpose, even here" said Beepo
"Thank you Beepo" said Isabella
Beepo laughed, flapped his wings and flew off. Isabella stared at the mushroom.
"One side will make me taller..." said Isabella
Isabella broke off a piece of mushroom.
"...and the other side will make me shorter" said Isabella
Isabella walked to the other side of the mushroom and broke off a piece.
"But which is which?" asked Isabella
Isabella walked off and took a small bite of the mushroom in her left hand and she started to return to her normal height.
"I think I'll keep these, they may come in handy later" thought Isabella
Isabella turned around to see a large manorhouse.
"That looks respectable, I wonder if they'll be able to give me directions" thought Isabella
Isabella approached the manorhouse and saw a tall, skinny man dressed in green standing at the entrance, he was wearing some sort of Viking helmet and he had a large and shaggy brown beard. Another man walked up to him, he was dressed in light blue and he had brown, combed back hair and was wearing glasses. He had a sheet of paper in his hand, which he handed to the man in green.
"For the duchess, an invitation from the queen to play croquet" said the man in blue
"From the queen, an invitation for the duchess to play croquet" said the man in green, speaking in a German accent
"An invitation to play croquet, from the queen, for the duchess" said the man in blue
"I got it" said the man in green
"Are you sure?" asked the man in blue
"Yes, it's an invitation from the queen for the duchess to play croquet" said the man in green
"I wouldn't put it like that, but it would have to do, I suppose" said the man in blue
The footman in blue walked away and the footman in green sat on a chair, Isabella walked up to the front door. It sounded like there was a fight going on inside, Isabella rang the doorbell, no answer, she knocked.
"You shouldn't knock like that" said the footman in green
"Why not?" asked Isabella
"Eins, because I am on the same side of the door as you" said the man
"Oh right" said Isabella
"And Zwei, they're making so much noise inside, no one can hear you" said the man
"Then how am I supposed to get inside?" asked Isabella
"That is the question, the problem, you might even say conundrum or riddle" said the man
Isabella looked confused.
"Yes, I might" said Isabella
"There'd be some sense in you knocking if we had a door between us, I could go and get a spare door, but that would take too long, on the other hand, if you wait inside the house, you could knock and I could let you out" said the man
The man stood at the gate and pretended to knock on a door.
"Knock, knock, this way out madam" said the man
"But I don't want to get OUT, I want to get IN" said Isabella
"Of course, but if you were trying to get out, it would be so much easier" said the man
The man sat back in his chair.
"In the meantime, I'm going to sit here until tomorrow" said the man
The door to the manorhouse opened and someone threw a plate out the door, nearly hitting the man in the head.
"Or the day after that, or perhaps even the whole week, then I can come back by popular demand" said the man
"Well how do I get in? I need to ask them a question" said Isabella
"How you can get in is the question you should be asking, meanwhile, I'm going to sit here and think about it" said the man
The footman began throat singing.
"It's no use talking to you, I'll just have to do it myself" said Isabella
"That's the spirit" said the man
Isabella opened the door and entered the manorhouse.
That's the end of that chapter, hope you enjoyed
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