Ferb woke up. It was the penultimate day of summer, the one he had been waiting for. "To the Googleplex mall!" Ferb thought. He got ready and went down the stairs, almost tripping over Candace's new Ducky Momo air purifier. "Candace!" Ferb bellowed. "Throw this thing in the trash or the basement!"
Candace rushed in and saw what Ferb was yelling about. "No, Ferb, it's purifying air," Candace countered.
"It won't be for long," Ferb responded.
"You wouldn't," Candace stated.
"I would," Ferb contradicted.
"Tell me you're better than yelling at me over a Ducky Momo air purifier, Ferb," Candace requested.
Ferb had no response to that. Ferb looked back at all the awful things he had done this summer. This wasn't him! He grew very regretful of all of the things he made his family put up with. "I'm sorry," Ferb apologized.
Candace looked shocked. This wasn't Ferb, recent Ferb, that is. He left out the door. He wasn't sarcastic or snotty, he was sincere. Candace smiled a genuine smile. Meanwhile, Phineas stirred. He had gotten one hour of sleep only, because he was up all night thinking about Isabella and why she cared about his destiny. He rolled over on his bed, or raft, because his bed is kind of like that. He got up warily and stumbled across the room. His mood and movement were staggered, haphazard, lopsided, and sluggish. He almost tripped on an invention in his path. He went out to the backyard, let himself down in the dirt, and passed out. Isabella came in the gate. As soon as she saw him sleeping, she thought that it was the most adorable thing ever. She sat two feet from him, expecting for him to wake up. He did not wake up, however. She put a leaf on his face, hummed an obnoxious tune in his ear, and nudged him. He still refused to stir. She admired his adorableness for a couple more minutes. Then, a radical thought entered her mind. What if she kissed Phineas while he was sleeping? Her mind told her to back off, but her heart said to go for it. It was back-breakingly hilarious to watch her nervously zero in on him. Inch by inch, she crept closer. If she had heard a pin drop, she would have jumped. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She knew she wanted to kiss him once, even if he rejected her or didn't figure it out. She was in position. She felt that there was no turning back. She vigorously hoped he wouldn't wake up. She made her move. There his lips were, relaxing like twin doves seen through the crosshairs of a sniper rifle. Their lips were almost touching now; there was just one solitary inch proximity. Then she kissed him. She had meant to make it short, but it lasted for about two minutes. He had to have been eating honey out of the jar the night before, Isabella decided. Then he stirred. She jumped back faster than a man from a two-yard long cockroach. She ran out of the backyard and hid behind the gate. When she saw him sit up, she went back in.
"Hey, Phineas, whatcha' doin'?" Isabella greeted.
"Um, uh, uh," Phineas blabbed.
"Are you okay? You seem tongue-tied," Isabella remarked, as if she was unaware.
"Hum, uh, huh," Phineas muttered.
"Hello? Phineas?" Isabella beckoned.
"Wah," Phineas responded with the little consciousness she had left.
Now Isabella was weirded out. "Um, excuse me?" Isabella summoned. "Candace! Could you come over here?"
"Sure," Candace responded. Seeing Candace's face snapped him to reality.
"Oh, wow, um, uh, I had this dream," Phineas explained.
"Really?" Candace prompted.
"Yeah, um-" Phineas started. Then he saw that Isabella was there. His florid countenance spoke novels about how he felt. He found himself unable to speak. His pupils were the size of marbles and his unkempt hair sprawled out even more.
"Phineas? Are you okay?" Isabella asked. Phineas uttered nothing in response. He just started at Isabella, mouth agape. "Candace," Isabella beckoned.
"Phineas," Candace called. Her voice woke Phineas up from his trance.
"Uh huh?" Phineas prompted.
"Can I talk to you in private?" Candace requested.
"Okay," Phineas responded. Candace motioned for Isabella to wait. Candace took Phineas inside.
Meanwhile, Ferb was just arriving at the Googleplex Mall. Ferb found a seat on the bleachers to watch the event. "And for the fights, we will pick predetermined people from the crowd to compete," the announcer explained. "For our first fight, we have Django Brown vs. Mack Fink." Those two boys were shoved into the arena. The battle was very bad. Mack ended up surrendering to Django. They could fight any way the wanted, so long as it did not include weapons. Both boys came out injured. More and more fights occurred, and it came to Ferb that these brawls were probably illegal. "And for our final fight, the only fight to the death today, Monty Monogram vs. Ferb Fletcher," the announcer informed. Ferb got shoved into the arena.
Meanwhile, Candace was having a talk with Phineas. "What was your dream about?" Candace asked. "Isabella?"
Phineas couldn't contain his ruddy embarrassment. "In my dream, we were kissing, and it felt so good, but so wrong, and when I was out there, I realized why I care about Isabella's destiny. I think I, I, oh, this isn't coming out right," Phineas explained, while rushing through his words so fast, Candace could barely catch them. "And Isabella says she wants me to figure out myself why she cares about my destiny by tomorrow, or she'll stop coming over, and the next time I'll glimpse her is going to be in a supermarket in twenty years, and-" Phineas sped.
"You want to know why Isabella cares about your destiny? Phhh! Obvious! Do you want me to tell you?" Candace asked.
"Yes, but don't tell Isabella I heard from you," Phineas responded.
"Do my chores first!" Candace slammed.
"Please! I need to know now!" Phineas pleaded.
"After," Candace stated. Then she went outside to catch up with Isabella on life and school politics.
Meanwhile, Ferb regained his senses. Monty was charging at him. Ferb sidestepped the attack and kicked him hard between the legs underneath the large intestine. Monty pulled Ferb down on the ground and Ferb bit Monty's finger. Monty howled in pain and elbowed Ferb in the spleen. Ferb shrieked in pain and threw Monty to the side. This brawl was not over.
This chapter was fun to write. :-) More violence next chapter! Review me your thoughts, ideas, and responses. Was it a good idea for Ferb to go to the Googleplex Mall? What will Vanessa think? Should I make the chapter after next Monogram Entry Journal 2? This is so not like me, to end this way...