Hello! I'd like to thank AnimationNut, who, besides Ghostbuster5 (whoever you are.) is the only one to review this story, and for that, I give you my heartfelt thanks... And this new chapter! Akuma is sick... or out looking for something to wilt the onions that I keep in arms length. Anyway, Monster Blood is here instead.

Monster Blood: *squelches* *Lichylichy doesn't own Phineas and Ferb or me or Lily, who is Whispering Stars' OC.*

Smiles

"Alright! Plan Paris is a go!" I yell into the headset. There are several yells in agreement.

"Why can't we just go in and pull her out?" Buford's voice crackled through the headset.

"There is going to be no force... unless it is absolutely necessary." I reply. There is the sound of gumbling on the other end. "Of course, I could always let your little secret slip." His secret was easy to find. With the name of Buford and that of the weapon, along with a little snooping, I figured out quite a little bit of info on Buford.

"You wouldn't dare." I could hear the scowl on his face.

"Try me." I smirk. "Buford! Baljeat! Are you in place?"

"Indeed!" Baljeat's voice came from the speaker.

"Why can't I wear my diaper?" Buford asked.

"Because that is creepy. No girl wants some random guy dressed as a cherub hanging in their face." I reply. There is a long silence on the other end.

"Why am I doing this?" He finally asked.

"If you don't, then me and Ferb are gonna double team you." I reply. I look over at Buford's location, a bunch of bushes by Lily's house, where there was a small yellow puddle forming.

"Aww... you made me spill my lemonade." Buford said, appearing in the bushes, wiping the yellow juice from his shirt. "Aww man, that was ma's good glass." He whined. "She's gonna kill me."

"Focus Byuf." I hear Gretchen say.

"Perhaps I could go back to the match-making buis..." I think aloud.

"Oh yeah. You could kidnap them and tie them to a chair with romantic music playing in the background." Buford's voice came from the earpiece.

"What do you know?" I snarl into the microphone. "Anyone have any questions before we start?"

"Yeah. I have two." The artsy boy's voice crackled.

"Yes... um..." I struggle, trying to remember his name.

"Django."

"Ah yes. What is it?"

"One, where is Irving?" He asks.

"He said something about an important meeting." There was a collective gasp. "What?"

"That doesn't sound like Irving. Usually he drops everything and rushes right over. Once, he had this really bad cold, and still managed to get out of bed to stalk- I mean- observe Phineas and Ferb'd activities." Ginger's voice came from the earpiece.

"Alright. That aside, what was your second question Django?" I ask.

"The equipment we're using. Where'd you get it?" Django's voice filled with suspicion came from the speaker.

"Oh, I got it from Karl..." My eyes widen as I realize what I just said. I just compromised the enitre organization of O.W.C.A.

"Oh, I know who your talking about. He was that nice kid who hung out with us on the anti-gravity fun launcher." Baljeat said.

"Ahem. Alright, to our inside ca- girl." I catch myself. "Lily. Hello. Can you hear me?"

"Nya! Course I can!" Lily's voice came out in a grumble. "I'm missing my cat nap cause of this, and you know I'm grumpy without it."

"Yeah yeah. What's happening now?" I ask.

"Nya! She's holding a conversation with Pinky."

"She's talking to her dog?" Django asked.

"Nya! Course she is! She does it in times of stress!" Lily replied. There was a few minutes of radio silence. "Wow. That was stupid."

"What?" I ask.

"She started a pillow fight with Pinky."

"Wouldn't that be animal cruelty." Baljeat's voice came over the speaker. I mumble some choice words, before switching between a private line.

"Smiling sun to kitty cat, come in kitty cat."

"Nya! I still resent that code name!"

"Aww, be quiet. This line is secure."

"Oh thank goodness. I'll send you the Fedora Cam feed..." There is a ding and the video is brought up. It is Pinky and Isabella in a full-blown pillow fight. I run a hand through my hair, leaning back in my swivel chair. It seemed okay. Then I spot something shining between a crack in the door.

"Alright. Agent C, I see something on the other side of the door." I say into the mike.

"Wonderful." She snarled back. The feed continued down the vent, until it reached another grate. Peeking in between the flaps, there appeared to be a person standing there, a basket of laundry. So fresh, that I swear I could smell it from here.

"That's just peachy." I sigh. "Call Karl." I say slowly to the machine. There is a moment in which the huge machine next to me let off a ringing noise.

"Yes?" Carl's voice came over the machine.

"We have a 20-19."

"A mind wipe? Why do we need a mind-wipe?"

"Pinky's cover has been blown. Ms. Garcia-Shapiro." There was groaning.

"I'll fire up the inator." The phone on his side is hung up.

"Alright. Prepare to take Ms. Garcia-Shapiro as soon as this whole operation is over."

"Roger!" Lily hung up. I ran my hand through my hand through my hair again, tearing a few out by their roots, causing me to wince.

"Computer. Open link." I say, allowing the link to open, returning to the others.

"-and that is why I will never wear suspenders in public." Ferb finished. Ahh, that suspender story. It was actually quite interesting, involving a farmer (wearing suspenders, of course.), a missing bolt, a swedish detective, and a giant cup of tea.

"Smiles? Are you there?" Ady's voice came over the speaker.

"Huh? Oh yeah. I'm here." I respond.

"Why weren't you responding?" She asked.

"... I was getting a bottle of root beer." I finally lie, very badly. Very unlike me. There is a minute of silence. I gulp nervously.

"Why? Why do you lie to me? You do it all the time. Why?" I could hear sobs coming from the speaker and it cuts my hearts to ribbons. I switch the radio, once again to a private line between me and Ady.

"Ady-" I begin.

"Don't call me that!" She sobbed.

"Ms. Sweetwater." I correct myself. "I don't like leaving you, especially without a reason... a reason that I can tell you. It pains me, lying to you like that. Maybe someday... but not today." I tell her. She just sobs louder. Her sobs are cut off with her running away, more tears running down her face. I could even see it from here. Stupid Smiles.

"Good going Mr. Smooth." Buford's voice jeers from his place in the bushes.

"You two! Silence! Phineas is walking up to the door." Gretchen's voice filtered in. Everyone is quiet. I take out a pair of binoculars, hoping to see what was going on.

Isabella

I run down the stairs, hearing the door bell ring repeatedly. I throw the door open wide, revealing Phineas, a rather flustered look on his face. I could see a microphone in his ear and I frown. He was going to use someone else's words to try and charm me... most likely Ferb. He could sweet talk his way out of anything. And I've heard some of the things he told to Vanessa, usually being met with her giggles. Phineas held out a bouquet of yellow daisies, a quivering smile on his face.

"I... um..." He appeared to be listening to someone. "I am truly sorry that I have pained you... um..." He pretended to scratch his head, but I could see him pushing the earpiece in deeper. "And I sincerely- Aw forget this!" He suddenly yelled, pulling the earpiece out, throwing it on the ground, and stomped it into the dirt. "Isabella, I really like you, alright. You have to realize that I am new to this. While you had many years to daydream about great moments, I've only had half a month. I would really like it if you'd come with me. I believe the others had set up a surprise for you and me." My heart flutters in my chest. DId he really just say that? Without help? Well, the daisies were probably chosen by Smiles, but that speech...

"O-okay." I reply, walking alongside him. He hesitantly takes my hand in his, causing a blush to travel across my face. He led me into his backyard, where the dome still stood. It was noon now, and the inventions seemed to always disappear along that time, but it seemed to stay today. Maybe Doof slept in?

"Oh no." Candace yelled, coming into the backyard. Oh no, just when Phineas was about to actually do something romantic. "You aren't going looking like that." She finished. She dragged me inside. I cast one last look at Phineas who was chuckling to himself. We reach Candace's pink-clad room, and pulled to the closet. "I think I still have the dress from when mom and dad married..." (Candace means Mr. Flynn.) She muttered to herself, pushing aside dresses and shirts and a few pajamas.

"Is this really necessary Candace?" Isabella asked.

"Your first kiss wasn't exactly... romantic. It was hurried in front of a machine that was set to wipe your memories. This is going to be special. AHA!" She yells, pulling a light blue dress and a matching blue bow.

"You wore a bow?" I ask.

"It was when I was younger." She said, scratching the back of her head in embarrassment. I left for the bathroom to change.

Smiles

"You sure this isn't going to blow up in our faces?" Phineas snarled behind me.

"Yes." I reply.

"And you aren't going to try to kill us?" He asked.

"I've said it twelve times before, and I'll probably say it another dozen, NO!" I yell. I push down on the chair in front of me. The chair remains solid, and the seat was soft to the touch. "Seats: Ready." I walk over to the cart, pulling the cork off a bottle, and sniffed the contents.

"You aren't going to drink that, are you?" Phineas asked nervously.

"Do I look old enough?" I snap back. All of his questions were seriously getting on my nerves. After making sure everything was to my likings, I exited the dome and sat on the chair next to the control panel, waiting for Isabella. I turn as I hear the sliding door open behind me. I turn and smile at the figure before me.

"Too much?" She asked.

"Perfect. He's waiting for you." I point to the doors of the dome. "Just be careful."

"Be careful? Why?"

"The sudden pressure change could send the brains out your ears." I cackled, kicking off the ground so that the chair spun.

"Oh, haha." She said sarcastically.

Phineas

I was on edge. 'He could knife Isabella in the back or-or-or he could shoot her with that gravity gun and send her to the moon or-or-or-or-or-' my thoughts raced between what gruesome deaths that could befall Isabella. 'That's it! I'm going out there and seeing what is going on!' I march towards the door, right when it hissed open. Isabella walked in, a blue dress framing her slim body, a bright blue bow in her hair. She had a small amount of pink lip stick on, and a little bit of eyeshadow. I could feel my heart race and my face burn. Petals fell, a light breeze picked up, gently rushing through her hair, and the sound of french music filled the air.

"Smiles!" She smiled.

"What?" Smiles's voice came out of thin air. "It sets the mood."

"Shall we?" I ask, holding out a hand. She takes it, giggling.

"We shall." We, hand in hand, walk over to the desk. Out from behind the desk jumped Gretchen, landing directly on the desk.

"How many?" She asked.

"Two." Isabella giggled. Gretchen grabbed two menus and led us across the open air restaurant. Isabella gasped, realizing where we were. We were on the top of the Eiffel Tower. Yes THE Eiffel Tower. The restaurant was named Smiles and Fletcher. Of course Smiles had to put his name into this too. Gretchen lead us to a table that had a beautiful view of Paris.

"Your server will be with you shortly." She said, walking back to the reception desk. Ferb came rolling over, on ice skates no less.

"May I take your order?" Ferb asked in a corny french accent.

"Yes you may." Isabella giggled. "One creme brulee please, to share." Ferb nodded, skating off.

"Do you know how he did that?" I ask Isabella.

"Your his brother. Shouldn't you know?" She asked.

"Good point." I reply.

Alright. Spoilers, the accident is in the next chapter! See you then! ~Lichylichy