Phinabella Mushrooms

Isabella was dimly aware she was probably dreaming, but that wasn't important. Phineas had just entered the stage of her mind, and all attention was on him now. "Phineas," she called out to him, causing him to turn and smile at her. He was dressed in a suit and bowtie, and she noticed she had on her flowing pink ball-gown. Without saying a word, he bowed low and kissed her hand which was gloved in finest silk. Yet despite how soft the glove was, she wished she wasn't wearing it at that moment so she could have better felt his lips while they gently brushed her skin.

Somewhere, music began to softly play, and Isabella felt Phineas take her by the waist. She stepped into his arms and they began to dance. Time was lost as they silently swayed back and forth; waltzing and twirling and spinning at first, then eventually pulling closer to rock slowly in each other's arms. The music seemed to be coming from his body, and Isabella let it envelop her. She leaned into him, closing the distance between their lips, and shut her eyes in preparation to kiss him. Instead, she felt his finger press gently but firmly upon her lips, halting her advance. She opened her eyes and saw that she was no longer dancing with Phineas, but with Ferb. She blinked in confusion, and Ferb transformed into Baljeet. Isabella jumped backward in shock and watched Baljeet transform again into a giant floating baby head. The inexplicable baby head opened its mouth wide and stuck out a fist-shaped tongue, which reached out to grab her. Isabella tried to scream but found she no longer had her voice and was utterly powerless to escape.

Isabella came to her senses with a jolt. Although she often lapsed into daydreams of Phineasland, she had never experienced such a strange ending to one before. What was all that about? Isabella shook her head to clear it and realized she had completely forgotten what she was doing. Again. This was a regular occurrence when she fell into her trance-like state. She quickly backtracked to the last thing she could remember, but was surprised to find it slightly more difficult than usual.

She could remember the wedding reception, the dancing, talking to Phineas—that's right! It was coming back now. Phineas had asked her to dance with him, and that was what had stimulated her reflexive trip to Phineasland. And now, here she was, standing in the Flynn-Fletcher's yard, basking in the warming rays of the rising sun.

It suddenly hit her that it was morning already. How was that possible? Usually her lapses lasted only a few seconds. Had she really been standing there for hours fantasizing? She looked down and was horrified to realize she still had on the dress she had worn to Candace's wedding reception. It seemed like only a minute or so had passed since she was there the night before, yet here she was, standing in the empty backyard, and it was morning.

She had no time to register this information fully in her mind before the backdoor swung open and Phineas and Ferb stepped outside to greet the morning. "Good morning, sun and sky," Phineas exclaimed with peppy zest. "Good morning, backyard, tree, grass, and Perry. Good morning, Isabella!"

"Good morning, Phineas."

Upon hearing her voice, Phineas did a double-take. "Isabella, how wonderful! You are here early! And might I say, you look lovely."

Isabella blushed. "Must've forgot to change," she stuttered, overwhelmed by the sudden attention from Phineas.

"You know," Phineas said, "that dress reminds me of the day we played Buford's video game with Candace. Remember? A couple of years ago, on the day of the cotillion? At the end of that day, a bunch of ball-gowns appeared on all our bodies. That was a fun day." Ferb nodded in agreement with him. "Hey, where's Perry?"

The three looked around the empty backyard and found no sign of the pet platypus. Isabella shrugged her shoulders, at a loss. She had bigger questions right now, but they could wait.

"Oh well," Phineas sighed. "You sure you don't want to change into something more comfortable for our date, Isabella? That dress is impressive, but I wouldn't want for it to get dirty."

Isabella looked like an egg had dropped out of the sky and hit her atop the head. "D-did you s-say, our date?"

"Yeah," Phineas said. "If we're gonna be gone all day, I figured you might want to wear something besides a fancy dress."

All questions about the unusual circumstances she found herself in a moment ago were gone. "But date? As in, like, courting?"

"Sure. Courting, dating, going out, hanging out, an appointment, an intimate get-together, whatever you want to call it."

Isabella thought it sounded too good to be true. "What about Ferb? Is he coming?"

"Ferb's got another date with Vanessa. It'll be just you and me, my little Disney Princess."

Isabella still needed to try one more test of whether this was indeed reality. She pinched her arm. "Ouch," she said aloud, confirming it was no dream. She looked back at the step-brothers. "Give me a second, I'll be right back." In a whiff of cloud and a whooshing sound effect, she disappeared through the gate and returned less than a second later, panting slightly but now wearing her regular clothes. "Okay," she said, catching her breath, "I'm ready."

"Well, then, let's get going. See ya later, Ferb-inator!" Phineas waved as Ferb stepped back inside the house. Phineas held out his hand for Isabella to take, which she did with great pleasure, and they walked out the gate together.

"So," Phineas began as they made their way down the sidewalk, "Ferb and I sold a couple of our old inventions that have been laying around and I can honestly say I can take you anywhere you want to go." He looked at her. "You can choose anything."

"Anything?" Isabella said, as her face lit up.

"Anything, my little Juliet Capulet."

"Wow," Isabella said, thinking. "What if I just wanted to do something normal, like go to a movie or hang out at the mall? Will you get the bends or anything from not being able to invent?"

Phineas chuckled. "Isabella, Isabella. You know, you have always been my inspiration. But, alas, I have chosen to give up inventing, so that I could spend more time together with you. Perhaps my words would be best expressed in poetic form." As he said that, he pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and began reading.

"Roses are red, violets are blue.
Isabella my love, I live only for you.
Everyday I have worked from sun-up to sundown,
On inventions that pleased me and all my friends around.
Every time that I see you, your beauty exceeds
All the stars in the heavens, all the hues of the seas.
Now I know with a knowledge that cannot be touched
That the only thing that matters is this new thing called 'us.'
If I give up inventing, please let me be your new hero,
My little Isabella Garcia-Shapiro."

As Isabella listened, her knees almost buckled in happiness, and she had to reach out for Phineas' shoulder for stability. "I absolutely love it!" She squealed, camouflaging the movement by pulling her crush into a hug.

"I'm glad," Phineas whispered into her ear. "I wrote it last night after the reception. It was a night I'll never forget."

"Oh Phineas," Isabella said as she let go of their embrace, "that is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." At that moment, Phineas' stomach grumbled noisily.

"Forgot to tell you I hadn't had breakfast yet," Phineas grinned sheepishly. "Hurry up and pick somewhere to go, I'm hungry!"

"Have you ever tried pizza for breakfast?"

"Great idea, my little Bella Swan! Let's get some pizza!"

"You know, nobody calls me 'Bella."

"I know, my little Katniss Everdeen."

And so they continued on with mostly small talk and a little medium talk but absolutely no large talk whatsoever all the way to the nearest pizza shop before sitting down to eat. A waiter came by to take their order.

"Get whatever you want, Isabella." Phineas reminded.

"Okay. Hm, I'd like pepperoni with extra cheese, olives, and mushrooms."

"Alright, you heard the lady. We'll take one large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and olives," Phineas repeated to the waiter.

"And mushrooms." Isabella reminded.

"Oh, right," Phineas said. "And don't forget the Phinabella mushrooms."

"What?" the waiter asked.

"I said, don't forget the Phinabella mushrooms." Phineas responded.

"We do not have, how do you say, Phinabella mushrooms. We only have Portobello mushrooms."

"That's what I said," Phineas replied. "Portobello mushrooms. Is that going to be a problem?"

"No, sir and madam, we will have it out for you right away."

A montage of scenes began to show the various activities they spent the next part of the day participating in to indicate how much fun they were having together while a musical number played in the background. They ate pizza, threw a Frisbee around, got balloons, slid down a slide in a human train, relaxed on a blanket in the shade, locked hands to twirl in a circle, looked through a quarter machine type pair of binoculars, ran up and down on an escalator, half-cartwheeled half-rolled down a grassy incline, had their portrait painted, fed ducks at a pond, and finally decided to grab some ice cream.

"Oh, Phineas," Isabella said as they sat down to share a sundae, "this has been the best date ever. Although, I do kind of miss the times we spent working on all those cool projects."

"Yeah," Phineas agreed. "So what do you want to do next, my little Maid Marian? Go to the movie? Hang out at the mall? Sit at home watching TV? Play video games? All great date ideas that regular people usually do."

"Actually, I kind of want to do something impossible. You know, complicated machines, break the laws of physics, get someone to ask us, 'hey, aren't you guys a little young to be doing this?' That kind of stuff."

"Sorry, Isabella, I already told you, Ferb and I don't do that stuff anymore. We want to spend time in search of romance instead."

"But what if that part about you was what made us like you so much in the first place? Are you going to disregard everything that makes you who you are just to impress a girl?"

"It seemed reasonable enough before."

"Yeah, but it's completely out of character! You guys can do anything, but when you finally ask me out on a date, you want to go hang out at the mall or watch TV? That might pass as a date for most people these days, but I find it hard to believe that you would actually settle for something so ordinary."

"But I'm doing this for you, Isabella! Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

"It seems like you're doing it more for the fans than anything."

"That's ridiculous! How could ceiling fans possibly benefit from my actions in any way?" Phineas said, glancing overhead.

"You know, you're starting to seem like you aren't the same Phineas that I fell in—to this situation with."

The two fell into silence, realizing they were having their first fight. Isabella was starting to feel bad about blowing up over something so trivial and was about to apologize when some movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Someone in a pink skirt was walking towards the table she and Phineas were sitting at. She looked up to see who was wearing her trademark color and her jaw dropped. Isabella looked back across the table at Phineas to make sure it wasn't a trick, and saw he was as stunned as she was. She had to be seeing double. Another Phineas and Isabella were walking straight towards them.

"Hey guys," the other Phineas who just walked in said to the two of them. "What's going on?"

Thanks for reading! Here are my replies to some recent reviews:

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VanessaUltimateFanGirl: It certainly seems that way, but I bet you can tell from this chap that I have twist prepared;)

Dora-nichov Russian Werewolf: I think it will all become clear (as mud) soon enough. I can't spoil the ending!

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