"Say, where's Perry?" Phineas asked me once Isabella left. I just stared at him for a second. Phineas looked at me expectantly. I guess he didn't expect when I slapped him upside the head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Phineas asked holding his head. Now it was my turn to do a facepalm.

"What is your problem, Ferb? Why aren't you talking?" Phineas asked.

"Are you stupid?" I asked back.

"What are you talking about?" Phineas asked rather annoyed. I just stared at him, it would click eventually. It did. "Oh, woops. Sorry, bro, I forgot," he said. Sure you did, Phineas.

"Well, I suppose we should get it over to the Jefferson County Motor Speedway," Phineas said as he hopped into the front seat. I sat in the passenger seat and we were on our way.

For some reason, Phineas was clutching the seat and shouting "right".

"Ferb, right. Right, Ferb. Ferb, stay on the right. Ferb, we're not in England, on the right side of the road," Phineas said the whole way there. Geez, he can be so nit-picky sometimes.

We arrived at the track in one piece thanks to yours truly. We signed up the car and the people gave Phineas a racing outfit to change into. It matched the color scheme of the car pretty well. They gave me with little pilot goggle set thing, too. I didn't know what I would use it for, but I still put it on. After he got changed, Phineas and I were polishing the car. We were just about done when Isabella came.

"Hey, Phineas, I got your pit crew," she said, with the fireside girls behind here. I bet you didn't see that coming, did you? I know, the suspense was just killing you.

"Great, see you in the pits," Phineas said as he waved and walked away. Gotta love how classy that boy is. I stuck around to make sure everything was working properly.

Isabella pulled out a display of the car's engine and one of those pointer things that every kid would die for. "Okkay, girls, we're dealing a 426 cubic inch, fully blown V8, with hypo-lifters, radical cam, and a limited slip differential."

All of the fireside girls started turning pages in their handbooks. The middle one raised her hand and asked, "Would that be electronically fuel injected?"

My jaw dropped. Where were these girls when we fell into the engine earlier? As I was trying to cover up that they knew more about the station wagon than I did, Phineas called me over.

"Hey, Ferb, they're announcing the racers," he said when I walked over.

"And in the third lane, newcomer, team Phineas!" the guy said over the loudspeaker.

"Now is it just me or does he look a little bit young to be behind the wheel of a 700 horsepower racing machine?" the other guy said over the loud speaker. Maybe I wasn't the best option for Phineas to pick.

"Yes, yes he does," the first guy said. A picture of Phineas came up on the big screen and on the top stars introduced the words "Team Phineas".

"And look, he's already got his own screaming fans!" the second guy said. Candace came up on the screen yelling for Phineas.

"Hey, Candace is rooting for us!" Phineas said. They showed the clip again. I didn't think that was rooting.

A camera man and visual journalist came up to Phineas. "Hey, mind if we ask you two a few questions?" he asked.

"Sure, my name is Phineas Flynn, and this is my brother, Ferb Fletcher," Phineas said.

"So how does it feel to be the youngest racer ever to compete in the Swampoil 500?" the man asked.

"Well, I like to make the most out of every day of summer, and what boy my age wouldn't want to compete in a professional race?" Phineas said.

"You've got me there. Now, how exactly did you prepare for the race?" the man asked.

"Well, this is actually our family station wagon with a paint job. We didn't have any of that fancy car paint, so we used some from our craft drawer. As for the internal work, my brother Ferb here did most of that," Phineas said, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. This was turning out to be some interview.

"Well, thank you for your time, son, and good luck on the race," the man said. Giving Phineas his hand to shake.

"Thanks, good luck on the interviewing," Phineas said, taking the man's hand and shaking it. The man walked away to interview the other racers.

Phineas turned away. "He was nice," he concluded.

I took my spot where I could see the whole track. Phineas got into position in the front seat. I brought him up to the starting line.

The race was about to start. The engine was revving. "Okkay, Ferb, are we good to go?" Phineas asked over the head set.

Curse that boy for being too far away to smack again. I gave him a thumbs-up. If he didn't see it, oh well. After all, he's the one who made this stupid bet.

"And with the race about to start," the guy over the loudspeaker said, "there's the Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated blimp!" Geez, everyone deserves a smack across the head today! What does a blimp have anything to do with a race ON THE GROUND?

Everyone stopped to marvel at the purple blimp. I guess that's why no one noticed as a teenage girl made her way to the racing track. I thought no one was allowed in there. Just then, the race started. Well, I guess there's nothing anyone can do about it now. Every car gunned from the starting line and the race began!

The race went like normal for a while. "Pulling up fast on the inside lane, it's number 42, Team Phineas!" the guy on the loudspeaker said. It's just our luck we get number 42. Apparently, we're the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Nothing can boost someone's ego any higher.

"Hey, Ferb," Phineas said over the ear piece, "do you think we can get any more power?" I swear, I'm going to strangle this kid if he asks me one more question that I can't answer. I looked around for something I could use. "I mean, I know it's just a battery, but I was thinking, let's open it up and see what this puppy can-"

I found an old car batter and some jumper cables. I left the remote and took the headset off as I went to go grab them. I couldn't take it if Phineas asked me one more question. I quickly hooked up the jumper cables to the remote and put the headset back on. I picked up the remote and the car raced forward.

"Oh, yeah!" Now, that's what I'm talking about!" Phineas said into the headset.

I rounded a corner, that's right, just one, when I heard a phone ring. I looked down and saw a red corded phone right beside me. I picked up the phone and before I could scream "How the heck did this phone get here?" Isabella said, "Hey, Ferb, we should bring Phineas in for a pit stop." And this is why you never answer phones that appear out of nowhere and work without any known source of electricity, kids. I pulled Phineas into the pits and stopped him as the flag went down. I could see the fireside girls go to work. I threw to possessed phone over the edge of the tower. They must have been done, because I heard Isabella say, "Hit it, Ferb," over the ear piece. And she couldn't have done that before? No, she had to give me a possessed phone.

I pulled out of the pits and there was a big yellow bow on the car. A bow! I guess they were being courteous and thought I couldn't see a bright red and yellow car in the mix of blues and greens. Very thoughtful, guys.

The race continued as normal, that was until a beach ball deflated, went into the windshield of a car, the car crashed into a pole, and the billboard that the pole was holding up went onto the racetrack right in front of Phineas.

"Ferb, watch out!" Phineas said in the ear piece. I maneuvered him under the billboard and the race continued smoothly.

"The Team Phineas car is avoiding every obstacle! It's like he can see the whole darn track at once!" the man said over the loudspeaker.

I gave a thumbs-up and with that little gesture, broke the fourth wall.

The rest of the cars went all Dukes of Hazard on us and caught air from the billboard. One green one landed in front of Phineas, bounced as Phineas went under him, and landed behind him. I bet he couldn't do that twice. Other cars weren't as fun. They just broke on impact with the front bumper to the cement. I avoided every falling car, thank you very much.

Phineas pulled out a guitar from who knows where and started playing. I ignored the laws of physics and the rules of animation. I put the remote on my waist and pulled out a keyboard from the same place that phone came from. Isabella rocked the tambourine. Her and the fireside girls started singing. Now, watch the lyrics carefully and try to sing along. Don't worry if you can't get it on your first try, not a lot of people can.

Go, Phineas, go Go, Phineas

Go, Phineas, go

Go, Phineas

Go, Phineas, go

Go, Phineas

Go, Phineas, go

Go, Phineas

Phew, told you that was hard. I can't tell you how hard it was to come up with a title for that. I don't know how we did that whole thing without messing up. The "Go, Phineas" part was the hard part, in my opinion.

After we were done with our little musical montage, all of the cars stacked themselves together. I wonder if they were okkay. All of the drivers stuck their heads out of their cars, waved and said, "We're okkay!" Well, I guess that answers that question. I guided Phineas through the tunnel of cars.

The race continued, even though Phineas was the only one still standing. I heard Candace scream. Why is she screaming? I will never understand her. The race continued we were approaching our final lap when I heard a scream come out of the blimp. Why is everyone screaming? Phineas didn't say a peep since our epic song!

Our final lap went through without a hitch and a picture of Phineas come up on the screen. He was leaning out the window waving. "And look at this amazing finish!" the man said over the loudspeaker.

That blimp somehow got deflated and was heading to the tower. "Oh no! A blimp is about to hit the broadcasting tower! Oh the humanity!" the man said over the loudspeaker. I actually have to thank Phineas for setting up this bet. Now that I can't talk, I realize how stupid the people who are talking are.

Phineas jumped out of the car and I met him at the winner's circle with Isabella. "You won!" she said hugging him.

"Yeah," Phineas said. They both looked into each other's eyes for a little longer than necessary. A guy threw a trophy the size of, well, us at Phineas and told us to pose as cameras started flashing. We smiled and then watched our family car take off out of the stadium.

"Hmm, looks like we're walking," Phineas said. We all started walking when Phineas realized he still had the suit on that they gave him. He found a Travelin' John and changed back into his regular clothes.

"Thanks for letting us race," Phineas said to the guard at the door as he handed him the suit.

"Aw, don't mention it. You three have a safe walk home, you hear me?" the guard said as I gave him back the pilot goggle set thing.

"Alright!" Phineas said as we walked the whole, long, gruesome way…down two streets.

Phineas and Isabella wouldn't shut up the whole way home. I ignored most of it. "Do you want to come over? My mom should be done with her bridge game by now," Isabella said.

"Naw, it's been a long day and we should really get home," Phineas said.

"Alright, cool, well see you tomorrow," Isabella said as she walked to her house. We walked in the front door.

"Hi, mom, we're home!" Phineas said as we walked past the kitchen door.

"Hey, boys, I saw what you did today," Linda said.

"Yeah? How'd you like it?" Phineas asked as we made our way to the back yard. I thought we were going to put it in our room. Why were we going out here for? This is why I should have been in front. I'm the only one who's had their head screwed on straight all day! We passed Perry. So that's where he was.

"I loved it!" Linda said. "Now, who wants some snacks?"

"Thanks, Mom," Phineas called.

Linda came outside with some lemonade for the both of us. "What's the trophy for, boys?" she asked.

"We won the Swampoil 500," Phineas responded.

"Aw, I knew you would love that yard sale down the street. I was going to take you boys to it, but it looks like you guys already found it. I heard Billy Ray Diggler was selling some of his old trophies," Linda said.

Before Phineas could respond, Linda turned to me. "Ferb, I've been thinking about your punishment," she said. Oh, no, here it comes.

Phineas cleared his throat. "Um, actually, Mom, I really did push him out of the tree. And he wasn't being mean to me earlier, we were just playing around," Phineas said.

I stared at Phineas. I must admit, I didn't think he would keep to his word. Linda looked at Phineas, then at me. "Well, Phineas, I'm glad you told the truth. Ferb, I'm sorry I falsely accused you," she said. We both nodded.

"So, are we in trouble?" Phineas asked.

Linda looked at the both of us and shook her head. "No, but if I ever catch you two trying to get even with each other again, you will be, understand?" We both nodded.

Linda stood up and looked at the trophy. "Do you two need help bringing that up to your room? It will get ruined if you leave it up here." Alright, so maybe I'm not the only one with my head screwed on straight.

"You're right, Mom," Phineas said, taking the front as I took the back.

We headed into the house and up the stairs. We adjusted the trophy in the room for optimal viewing experience.

"Hey, Ferb," Phineas said, looking at me. I looked at him. "I just want to say, now that the day is over… I was going to tell Mom and Dad the whole time. I just didn't want to hear your voice for a full day." Before I could respond, Phineas went out our door and back into the backyard where we left our lemonade.

I stood in our room a little dazed. I thought about getting back at him, but knowing my luck, I would be the one to get caught. So, instead, I followed my brother down to where our beverages sat perspiring.

A/N: So, I finally finished! Cue the streamers and fanfare! Now, to get serious. Obviously, there is no way I can do every episode like this in order. For one, I don't have cable anymore and I don't remember all of the episodes by heart anymore. (I had the episode playing while I was typing this part out to make sure I got the right dialogue.) And there are a lot of episodes I just haven't seen yet. So, this is the last chapter of the original "Silence is Golden" fanfiction plan. Before you get your torches and pitchforks out, let me explain. I will be doing "Summer Belongs to You!", "Phineas and Ferb Christmas Vacation", and "Across the 2nd Dimension" (which I don't know how I'm going to do that one, considering their memory was wiped afterwards. I guess I could do a 50 Firsts Dates type of thing or something. I don't know, give me some ideas!). As if my past entries have been any indication, they're probably not going to be very fast posting. In the meantime, if anyone has any requests, I will do my best, but I think we all know how fast they would be published. I hope all of you understand. Thank you for everyone who reviewed and got my butt back in gear! I promise you, I read every single one of them. Thank you for all that favorited this and put it on your story alerts! I will try not to let you down with the upcoming chapters! Just know that because the series has progressed, some views will change because of the new information acquired. Also, because I started this series at the age of about 14 and I am now 17, understand that some of the humor will obviously change, as well as the overall format of the story. I tried not to make such drastic changes in this chapter, though, and the changes I made are hopefully for the better. Thank you for all of those who kept up with this for all these years and I will try not to disappoint you any further!