I'm trying to get things moving. I'm not very confident with my writings, so please send me reviews. It helps me stay motivated, and shows me that people are interested in my stories. Not a very long chapter, but it will give you something until the next one. :)

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I do not own the Phineas and Ferb characters, they are property of Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh. Other characters are mine.

Phineas backed up so that he was in the middle of Isabella and Ferb.

They patiently waited, hoping that someone had heard them ring the doorbell. They glanced around to the other houses in the neighborhood. Each one had their own pleasant charm, not like the one they were currently standing in front of. Their attention was brought back to the door. They could hear movement from inside, but remained where they were. Metal sliding and clicking broke the silence as the door was beginning to open. On the other side of the door was the older woman from the other night.

"Can I help you?" The woman asked through the cracked door. She was slightly squinting from the bright sunlight that crept onto her face through the door. She did not seem amused that she was interrupted from whatever she was doing. Seeing the woman up close, she looked like she was in her mid-20's. Her eye makeup was not as dark as it was when they first saw her, but still just as pale. She had deep, dark brown eyes that caused her eyes to almost completely look black.

"Uh, yeah. My name is Phineas Flynn, this is my brother Ferb Fletcher, and this is Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. We live next door and across the street and we would like to welcome you to the neighborhood!" Phineas quickly spoke, almost stumbling over his words. He offered his hand out for a handshake, only to be left hanging.

"Yeah, ok. That's nice. Anything else?" The woman asked raising an eyebrow.

"I was wondering if we could meet the girls we saw with you. I am a Fireside girl and we're always looking for new members." Isabella added. The woman just looked at her with a blank stare. "They are not available. Now, if you don't mind, I am closing the door. Goodbye." They jumped when the door slammed back at them. Looking at each other, they slowly walked back to the Flynn-Fletcher backyard.

"That was rather rude, don't you think?" Isabella exclaimed as she sat next to the boys in front of their tree.

"Yeah. The last time I got that type of response was when Candace was on the phone and slammed the door in my face after asking if she knew where Perry was. Speaking of which, where's Perry?" Phineas stopped and looked around the backyard.

Hope you enjoyed it. More coming shortly.