"Geez man. It took ya long enough ta make it back down here." Buford glared at the red head as him and Isabella climbed off the Ferris Wheel. "What gives?"
"Sorry Bufe. I guess there was a slight glitch. It wasn't supposed to stop for that long." The red head shrugged. "Ferb and I'll have a look at it."
"Well Phineas, it has been fun." Baljeet stepped forward. "Thank you for helping plan all this." He looked over by the Ferris Wheel. "You too Ferb."
Ferb gave him a thumbs up.
"But I am afraid I must go. It is past suppertime and Mom will most likely be worrying. Besides, I have studying to do."
He smirked. "You always have studying to do Baljeet; why don't you take a break from it?"
The other teen grinned, motioning to the Family Fun Center. "What do you think this was?" He stepped forward, giving the red head a hug. "Good-bye Phineas; I shall see you on Monday."
"Bye Baljeet."
"Hey, later Losers." Buford glared at the remainder of the guests, only to smirk. "It was fun." He pointed to Adyson. "Yo Adyson! Next time, it's you and me on the rock climbin wall!"
"You got it." She smirked as Buford and Baljeet headed out of the park. "Well guys, it's been fun, but unfortunately, I have to leave for the same reason they do."
"That's cool Adyson; would you like us to walk you home?"
"That's okay Phineas." Ginger walked up. "Milly, Katie and I are going to head out too; Adyson can came with us."
Adyson walked over, giving Isabella a hug, whispering. "Call me and tell me how the Ferris Wheel went."
Isabella held back an eye roll. "I will." She smiled as the others left. "Bye girls! See you all on Monday if not before!"
"Well, I guess that just leaves us." Phineas turned to his brother. "Do you wanna clean this up now or wait until morning? It's a bit dark out. Might be better to wait—"
"Actually, I was going to escort Gretchen home." Ferb smiled as he headed over to Gretchen, linking her arm with his.
"Bye Isabella, bye Phineas." Gretchen waved as her and Ferb headed out of the park.
"Bye Bro. See you at home." He turned to Isabella, shrugging. "Guess we'll clean up in the morning." He chuckled. "I guess we could have had some alone time now."
"Yes, but the Ferris Wheel was more fun."
"Yeah it was!" The red head grinned. "Come on; I'll walk you home."
Later that night…
"So Izzy, how was the Ferris Wheel? Don't leave anything out; tell me everything."
Isabella rolled her eyes. "Adyson, I told you. Nothing happened. We got stopped at the top of the Ferris Wheel and all we did was talk. I didn't tell him how I feel."
"Ugh. Izzy. Why—"
"I told him awhile ago, remember? I told you about the night we snuck into a yacht club party and how I blurted out that my biggest dream was to marry him and have ten kids? He said he doesn't feel that way about me." She smiled softly. "Although…"
"Although what?"
"He said he doesn't feel that way about me now, but that doesn't mean he won't have feelings for me in the future. Come on Adyson; you know Phineas. He's busy going to baseball games or going to his after sports practices." She chuckled. "Or building a Family Fun Center for Baljeet's birthday party!"
"I'm telling you Izzy; the guy likes you. He just doesn't realize it yet."
"Good-night Adyson."
"At least, that's what Baljeet told me." Isabella could hear the smirk over the phone. "He told me he only asked Phineas to build him the Ferris Wheel, but he built the entire Family Fun Center instead."
"How is that different? Phineas does that kind of thing anyway. He never does anything on a small scale."
"Baljeet said he was trying to impress you," Adyson sing-songed. "Wanted to prove you wrong and all that, but the Fun Center? That was for your benefit."
Isabella rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."
"But-"
"Good-night Adyson." The teenager shook her head as she climbed into bed. "That's a bunch of baloney; Phineas only did it to prove me wrong." She paused. "Didn't he?"
Earlier that morning...
"Okay, back, back, back..." Phineas motioned to the back of the U-Haul, backing up a few more feet before holding a hand up. "That's fine Ferb; you can put it in park."
Ferb did as he was instructed, hopping out of the U-Haul and coming around to the back of it, opening it up.
"Did you call Baljeet and Buford? We could use some extra help setting all this up."
His brother nodded. "They should be along in—"
"We are here!" Baljeet waved as him and Buford walked through the park entrance.
"Hey guys!" Phineas grinned. "Glad you could make it."
"So Dinnerbell, whaddya need us ta do first?" Buford cracked his knuckles.
The red head took the baseball cap off his head, putting it on backwards. "Okay gang, we only have six hours before everyone else gets here, so let's move. Ferb, start working on the Ferris Wheel; Buford, unload the rock wall from the back of the U-Haul."
"Got it!"
"Baljeet, you're the birthday boy, so you don't have to help unless you want to." Phineas grimaced. "Although another set of hands would be helpful. But if you don't want to, that's-"
Baljeet held up a hand, stopping him. "Do not worry; I will be most glad to help."
"Great! Follow me; I'll show you what I need done over here."
The teenager fell in step beside him. "Phineas, may I ask you a question?"
"Sure Buddy."
"Why are you going to all this trouble? I only asked for the Ferris Wheel; you and Ferb did not have to do all this. I know it is a lot of work."
The red head shrugged. "I'm mostly doing it for Isabella. She doubted my inventing prowess the other day. I...kinda want to prove her wrong." He paused, studying a makeshift racetrack Ferb had set up moments earlier. "Do you think you can help me with these? I need to trick out these cars."
"Umm..."
"There's a computer over by the bumper boats that needs configuring. We need it to link to the boats and tally up the final scores. Is that something you can do?"
He grinned. "Most definitely."
"Great! I'll start working on these race cars." The red head took his cap off, pitching it to the side before scooting underneath a car. "This should be fairly easy to reconfigure. If I just cut the main wires…"
"Phineas?"
"Yeah Buddy?" The words came out muffled.
"If you like Isabella, why do you not just tell her?"
He scooted out from underneath the car. "Like Isabella? I don't like Isabella Baljeet. I mean, I do, but as a friend. She knows that. I'm just trying to impress her is all." Baljeet smirked and Phineas raised a brow. "What?"
"Oh nothing," the teenager sing-songed, sticking his hands in his jeans pockets and walking away. "It is not my problem your emotions have not caught up with your genius brain."
"What's that supposed to mean?" The teen watched his friend for a moment before shrugging. "Oh well." He grabbed several tools before disappearing back under the racecar. "Okay, if I cut these wires here, then replace them with these, then overhaul the motor, this thing should be able to go at warp speed."
He smiled. "Izzy's gonna love this. Let's see her doubt my inventing prowess now."
