Phineas, his parents, and Perry were sitting in the living room, enjoying some time together. Ferb had gone out for a date with Vanessa, so they decided to just hand out as a family for the night. Well, that's what they thought was gonna happen. Instead, Ferb can bursting through the door, at an hour not usually associated with going to a movie. Stopping himself from slamming the door shut, he quickly stuck his coat in the closet in the hallway before pounding his way upstairs to the bedroom. The remaining Flynn-Fletchers listened as the door slammed shut and then stared at each other, wandering what in the world to do. Linda was the first one to make a move, starting to get up from her seat. Phineas saw the horrible idea of his mother trying to calm Ferb down, so without saying a word he stood up and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at Phineas and understood that Phineas was probably the only person that Ferb would be willing to talk to. Phineas slowly made his way upstairs, preparing himself for whatever might await him. As he reached the door, he knocked softly.

"Ferb, it's me, can I come in?"

"Is it only you?"

"Yeah, just me."

The lock on the door was quickly undone and Ferb pulled Phineas into the still shared bedroom, making sure that anyone that might try to force their way into their room wouldn't have a chance.

"Ferb, what is the big deal? You're acting paranoid." Phineas noted as Ferb locked the door back.

"Well, right now, you are the only person that I can vent at and it won't traumatize you for life."

"Would it help if we activated the sound-proofing?" Phineas offered, pulling a remote out from underneath his mattress. Ferb smiled and nodded. Phineas pushed the button, and the entire room became soundproof, no noise from inside could be heard from the outside, and only an emergency link to make sure in case they were being called by their mother was the only sound that entered from the outside.

"Alright, what in the world has got you so ticked off? I have never seen you look like that when you first came in. I bet if a brick wall was in the way of you and the room, you would have head butted the wall into pieces." Phineas questioned the Brit.

"I'll tell you what it is; it's that no good dirty rotten, girl that I used to call my girlfriend." Ferb fumed.

"So, I take it that you and Vanessa broke up."

"Uhh, yeah, when I met her at the theater, she said that we weren't working out and that she was dumping me. And before I could even leave, she was on some gothic dude's arm."

"I'm actually surprised; most people that get dumped, then replaced are usually upset." Phineas noted.

"Upset, nah, I'm not upset; I'm just furious instead." Ferb started throwing punches into his pillow, hoping that it might calm him down a little bit.

"Ferb, how bout this: for right now, why don't you pretend that I'm… she that we will not mention at this current point in time… and you yell at me? I won't mind, and I know it will make you feel better. If you want I can activate the cloaking device so that way I'll look like her." Phineas offered

Ferb just shook his head. "Nah, if I can just yell at you like I would at her, then that's perfectly fine." Phineas in turn nodded. Ferb took a deep breath to kind of calm himself, and then he began his rant.

"Vanessa, I could lay it on real thick because I know that you don't like to have all the stuff about us and our kick-ass love tale. Sorry I just cussed, because I know how you 'hate it'. Oh by the way, that cake that you made two weeks ago? Uhh, yeah that was one of the worst things that I have eaten in my entire life."

Phineas had to stifle a laugh. He had heard about Vanessa's cooking, but it was still funny every time that he heard about it.

"But the reason was because I loved you, more than you could have imagined. So now, I'm gonna tell you that you are B with an itch, a mother trucker, you can to h-e-double hockey sticks and f- yourself. Cause now, I'm just sick of all the s-words that you've put me through. So f you." Ferb took a breath. He had said the last part rather fast, and forgot to take a breath. Phineas was rather surprised; he could tell when Ferb was ticked, but he had never been like this.

Ferb continued, "I could hang it out to dry, because I know how you like to have your laundry all nice and neat; and not thrown around like…like… like chainsaws in need of juggling…"

"Chainsaws in need of juggling? Really, that's all that you could come up with?" Phineas interrupted.

"It's my way of expressing my anger. Just please shut up for a little bit longer." Ferb retorted. Phineas rolled his eyes as Ferb kept going.

"I'm sorry I flipped you off, because I know you hate it. I don't know anyone who wouldn't. Oh, and that uhh, DVD you made me and I said that I had gotten rid of it… well I still have it." Phineas gave his brother a questioning look, but now was not the time to be interrupting. "And like I said before, it was because I loved you. Now here's a friendly goodbye, you B with an itch, mother trucker. You can to h-e-double hockey sticks and f- yourself. Cause now, I'm just sick of all the s-words that you've put me through. So f you."

"So are you feeling a little bit better?

Ferb took a couple of seconds to reflect, and he found that yes; he did in fact feel better than he had been. Ferb smiled and nodded his head. Phineas deactivated the sound proofing returning the room to normal.

"I think this calls for a celebration. Root beer sound good?" Ferb grinned. Phineas walked over to a small fridge that they kept up in the room. Pulling out a few bottles of the drink, he gave one to Ferb while popping the top of his own, taking a swig of his drink. Ferb tried to pop the top of his own drink, but was having some difficulty. After a couple of tries, the top did come off, while also spraying its contents all over the area. Phineas simply laughed at his brother's predicament. He stopped for a moment when a bottle cap bounced off his forehead. He glared at Ferb who only returned with a smirk. Setting his bottle down on his desk, he went to his closet and pulled out a store bag and removed the shirt that was within. Using the shirt, he began to clean up the mess he had created.

"When did you get that t-shirt?" Phineas asked, as he sat down on the edge of his bed.

"I had bought it for Vanessa as a gift." Ferb answered, still wiping up the spilled drink.

"Any particular reason why?"

"No, just cause I wanted to. Now, I'm glad that I didn't"

"Yeah, probably wouldn't have been one of the best choices you could have made."

"And now, it's making a perfect thing to clean up the root beer I spilled spilling my guts to my friends about her."

Phineas set his drink down on his dresser while making his way over to where they kept some extra towels, and began to help finish cleaning up the mess that Ferb had made.

"So I guess if you had to go talk to her, that you really wouldn't have anything nice to say would ya?"

"No, just maybe 'F-you'." Ferb answered, throwing the shirt into a hamper of dirty clothes.