I'm sorry I made you wait so long (hey - at least it wasn't months), but school is getting back under way, so it may take longer to update from here on out. Sorry if I keep you waiting. No song in the last chapter, couldn't think of one. If you have any ideas, let me know via review, and I may or may not use it. I do not own Phineas and Ferb. Enjoy this chapter.
No POV:
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The sound of the alarm clock woke Phineas up the next morning. Turning it off, Phineas noticed a chart on the wall. One side read us, and the other, alarm clock. Even though Phineas could guess what that was all about, he decided not to make a other tally, opting instead to sit on his bed and think about what happened.
The eleven year old boy was unusually optimistic about getting amnesia. It gave him another chance to do what he wanted with his life. He didn't think a green-haired stepbrother and a pet platypus fit into his fantasy. It's not like he had anything against them, he just figured his life would be something more by now.
Walking downstairs, he found Ferb already sitting at the kitchen table, along with Candace and their mom.
"Did the sleep help you remember?" Linda asked .
"No," Phineas replied, somewhat downcast. Despite his inexplicable optimism on the matter, he couldn't help but wonder what the life he had was. It sure would be nice to know if a British kid and an Australian mammal was the something more he had envisioned many times as a three year old. He couldn't decide if he'd rather have his old life or a new one.
Finishing his breakfast silently, Phineas wandered out into the backyard.
"Wow," he said to himself, staring in amazement. "The tree is still here."
He was finding out new things with every passing second. Walking over to the tree, Phineas sat down underneath it. He had a lot to think about, and wanted to try and clear his head.
Isabella's POV:
When I woke up the morning after seeing Phineas in the hospital, I had three words on my mind. What just happened?
Did Phineas really lose all his memories? Did he really ask me who I was? Yesterday was a nightmare. I can't believe it actually happened.
Six years, I tried. Six years, I waited for him to love me. And it didn't even last six hours. It was just too horrible to believe. Fate would never play such a cruel joke. Would it?
I knew all too well that it just did.
The rest of the Fireside Girls came over last night to try and help me through this ordeal. They tried to comfort me, saying things like we know how you feel. How could anyone know how I feel? Six years, I had harbored a crush on him, and now, he doesn't even know my name. Nobody could understand how I felt, seeing Phineas, the man who I love, ask who I was. I doubted even Ferb would understand.
My troop, however, did convince me of one thing. That I shouldn't give up. Phineas has to remember eventually, right? So it's either incredibly brave of me, or incredibly foolish, to walk over to his house today.
I decided to go with brave, so I put on as cheery a look as I could manage in this situation, and pushed open the fence gate leading to Phineas' backyard.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked, hoping that would jog his memory. "Who are-" Phineas began, puzzled. Then realization dawned upon his face, and, for a moment, I began to hope.
"You're that girl from the hospital!" he said, and my mood dropped down to what it had been before. "I'm sorry, I can't remember your name."
I had hoped I wouldn't have to tell Phineas my name again, but it looked like I had no other choice.
"Isabella Garcia-Shapiro," I answered, determined to do all I could to help Phineas remember the last eight years.
"Isabella..." Phineas mused, more to himself than anyone else. "I wonder..."
All of a sudden, two things occurred to me. Ferb beat me to the first, saying, "Where's Perry?" as he walked past the sliding glass door. The second was that nobody had come up with any Big Ideas for the day.
I wondered if Phineas was actually thinking about his next Big Idea. Maybe he had plans to build a memory retriever. I can understand that Phineas may have forgotten when he traveled through time, or built a portal to Mars, or circumnavigated the globe, but forgetting his own inventing brilliance seemed over the top.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked again.
"I don't really know," Phineas responded. "I was planning on taking a walk through the Tri-State Area, to see if I can remember anything."
"Or you could just build a machine that could do that," I told him.
"Don't be silly, Isabella. Nobody could do anything like that." Phineas answered. "Besides, even if the technology exists today, and I'm pretty sure it doesn't, it would take at least a year to build such a device."
"You built a giant haunted house in just one morning," I countered. "It was super scary!"
"I know I can't remember anything, but I don't think that I could do that, even with your help." Phineas simply responded.
"You also built an ant farm the size of a house, and made a growth elixir to make the ants human-sized."
"Yeah, right." Phineas said sarcastically. "And Candace is the queen of Mars."
"You remember?!"
"No. Why would I?"
"Every day this summer, Phineas, you set out to do the impossible, just for fun, and every day, you did it by the time your mom got home with pie. Even if you don't remember doing this all, at least remember how good you were at it."
"Wow. We must play pretend a lot. No one can do the impossible."
"Yeah, until you came along."
Just then, Ferb walked outside, dragging a cardboard box behind him. Eager to change the subject, I turned to the British kid.
"What's in there?" I asked. Ferb dug through the box for a second and held up a blueprint for the tire swing and the all terrain vehicle that he had helped build earlier that summer.
"Oh!" I cried, "it's the box with all the blueprints for the things you did with Phineas! Phineas, do any of these ring a bell?"
Phineas walked over to the box. Looking through the blueprints, he laughed. "How can anyone build these things in a day? Man, I had an active imagination."
"Phineas," I said, in a final, desperate attempt, "why don't you remember?"
A familiar tune began to play in our ears, and Ferb and I grabbed some blueprints and began singing.
With these blueprints we assembled mighty towers,
With these blueprints we built giant bowling balls,
With these blueprints we constructed rollercoasters,
With these blueprints we turned summer into fall!
We've got blueprints, glorious blueprints!
They gave us endless potentialities!
We've built a superhero suit,
A pirate ship to hunt for loot,
Clones of ourselves and shrinking submarines!
'Cause we've got blueprints! Glorious blueprints!
They make the things we dream reality!
We took a trip through outer space,
held an ancient Greek chariot race,
And hosted an enormous beach party!
We've got one prints, two prints,
nothing we can't do prints!
Three prints, four prints,
everyday it's more prints!
Five prints, six prints,
nothing we can't fix prints!
Big prints, small prints,
make anything at all prints!
There's nothing we couldn't do,
as long as they're blue!
We got some hammers and nails,
and buckets and pails!
We grabbed a two-by-four,
'Cause we had blueprints galore!
We've already accomplished so much
And these blueprints helped a bunch!
No POV:
The next thing anyone heard was Candace, letting out an ear-piercing scream.
It wasn't a scream of joy, either.
Running downstairs, she threw open the sliding door leading to her backyard, at the same time as Ginger dashed in through the gate.
"What is it?" asked Isabella.
"She isn't here." Candace told Ginger. "I don't know where she could be. Phineas, Ferb, have you seen Stacey?"
"She didn't come home last night, or this morning." Ginger added. "I thought she may have spent the night at your house."
"She hasn't been here all day. Or yesterday, for that matter." Candace answered, the worried looks on their faces growing bigger with each passing second.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but who's Stacey?" Phineas said.
Candace and Ginger answered simultaneously.
"My sister." "My best friend."
"And no one knows where she is."
Isabella spoke up. "Well, Phineas, this sounds like a perfect time to do the impossible yet again."
"I told you already, Isabella. The impossible is, well, impossible." Phineas answered, exasperated. That sealed the deal.
Defeated, Isabella left the backyard, accompanied by Ginger. Ferb and Candace ran inside, to do all that they could to help find Stacey. They had tried, and they had failed, to help Phineas. Now everyone decided to focus on the other task at hand.
Phineas, meanwhile, sat back down under the tree, thinking to himself.
Man, my life must be messed up, he thought. Everyone seems to think that I can do the impossible. Maybe it's not such a bad idea for me to start over. I may be stuck with Ferb, but I can at least choose some new friends who aren't quite as... crazy.
However, as Phineas was thinking that to himself, his heart was saying quite the opposite. Have faith in yourself. Don't doubt your old life.
And that's that. I know, still not tons of action. I'm biding my time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike (here's a hint - next chapter). Now, a message (now only for those I can't reply to - see? I'm figuring stuff out). Guest JDOGG - I have to give Phineas something to hang onto. For the upcoming chapters. Thanks everyone. Please read and please review.
