CHAPTER 20- Hey, I'm back! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! You're the ones who got this chapter up so soon, so congratulate yourself! (And plus, the reviews some of you sent were hilarious, so they made my day!)

I reference Monsters Inc. in here. I don't own it or Phineas and Ferb.

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Olivia grinned and glanced at the clock. "Yeah, but at seven thirty in the morning, the neighbors won't think so."

GENERAL POV

10 minutes later found all the kids in the backyard picking up discarded muffin remains from the grass, with Lawrence Fletcher standing over them and multiple neighbors lined up around the fence with glares on their faces. Phineas glanced over at the people surrounding them and then at Ferb.

"Maybe we should have done this later," he whispered to his brother. Ferb rolled his eyes and grabbed at another muffin.

Lawrence watched the kids with a frown on his face, though on the inside, it was all he could do to keep from laughing. He turned to the neighbors who had gathered outside.

"I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience everyone. Please, be assured that I will handle this. You can all go back home now."

The men and women turned away, grumbling about their loss of sleep, and headed back to their homes.

Lawrence turned to the kids, his face stern, and he peered over the now clean backyard. He returned his gaze to the kids and grinned. "Now that's what I call fun!"

Phineas grinned and high fived Isabella and Ferb. Lawrence shook his head, chuckling.

"All right, we do have some serious business to take care of kids. We need to get these girls home, and I'm not entirely sure where to start."

Phineas held up his hands. "Leave that to us, Dad. We'll figure it out; you worry about keeping the girls entertained."

Lawrence's face paled but he nodded and headed into the hotel anyway. Phineas turned to his friends and began pacing, rubbing his chin.

"OK, we obviously can't have all 50 states and 2 countries surrounding our yard at the same time, so we need to decide which girls to send home first."

"What about the closest ones?" Jeremy said, leaning on the fence.

Phineas shook his head. "No….well, maybe. But I think we should start with the farthest places."

Isabella coughed. "What if we send home the youngest girls first? Like the six and seven year old groups? I kind of want the youngest to go home, before they realize that this isn't some big sleepover and that they have the ability to go home now."

Everyone was now staring at Isabella. A slow smile spread over Phineas' face. "That's brilliant Isabella!"

Isabella blushed and curtsied. "Thank you very much."

Buford rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. So we got a plan. Now how do we execute it?"

Ferb held up the clipboard with the list of girls on it and Phineas smiled. "Great idea Ferb! We have all the girls' ages on here! We can just find the youngest ones and get them home now!"

He took the clipboard from Ferb and leaned over it. Ferb peered over his brother's shoulder and handed him a highlighter. Phineas nodded and began highlighting, coming up a few moments later.

"There are eight states; actually, six states and the two countries. Perfect! We can get the girls from Canada and Mexico home too!"

"So, what are the six states?" Candace asked, crossing her arms and leaning over her brothers head.

Phineas peered at the list. "Maine, Alaska, North Carolina, Texas, Nevada, and Mississippi."

He glanced up and studied the group in front of him, his smile turning to a frown. "We only have six people. Dang, I was hoping we could get all of these done at once!"

"Need a few more hands?"

Everyone's heads swiveled to the gate and Phineas' smile returned as Coltrane and Stacy walked in, hand in hand. Candace squealed. "Stacy! You're back from DC!"

Stacy smiled and hugged Candace. "Yeah, Mom and I came back late last night. Coltrane called me this morning and told me you found his little sister."

She peered up at the hotel. "And apparently every other missing Fireside Girl."

Candace smiled. "Well, actually, Phineas, Ferb, and Isabella did that."

Stacy chuckled. "Why am I not surprised?"

"You know what wouldn't surprise me?" Buford said. Everyone turned to look at him and he shrugged. "If Baljeet came walking through that gate right now."

All the kids looked over at the gate and blinked in surprise as it opened, and in walked Perry. Phineas grinned and picked up his pet. "Nah, I'm pretty sure Baljeet is still in India, Buford."

Buford shrugged again. "It was worth a shot. Everyone else has been showing up."

Coltrane looked at Jeremy. "So, what do you need us for? Rachel's at home, by the way. Mom and Dad won't let her out of their sight, and I did video their reaction. We can watch it later."

"Cool! Oh, and we need your help with calling a bunch of different states," Jeremy said, glancing at Phineas and Ferb.

"OK," Phineas said, "Ferb, you take Mexico, since you speak Spanish so well, Buford, Canada, cause of the French-"

He was interrupted as Buford grabbed him by the shirt collar. "OK, did Baljeet squeal on me being able to speak French?"

Phineas looked at Buford, confused. "No. Dude, you talk in your sleep, and most of the time, it's in French."

Buford dropped Phineas to the ground and rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Really?"

Everyone nodded and Buford scowled, his pride clearly hurt. Phineas shook his head and continued. "Isabella, you take North Carolina, Jeremy, Maine, Coltrane, Texas, Stacy, Nevada, Candace, Mississippi, and I'll do Alaska. Any questions?"

"Yeah," Stacy said, pulling out her cell phone, "who do we call? These girls aren't just from one area, are they?"

Phineas frowned. "No, I don't think so. I guess just ask the operator for the capital cities police force or something."

"That'll do," Isabella said, pulling out her cell as well and dialing the operator.

"Hello, this is the operator, how may I help you?"

Isabella frowned, racking her brain for North Carolina's capital, and trying to ignore the other murmurs in the group, especially the French and Spanish ones.

"Yeah, can I have the phone number for the Raleigh, North Carolina police?"

She pumped her fist, amazed that she had remembered the capital, and then ripped out a piece of paper and grabbed a pen as the woman began rattling off a number. She jotted it down and then yelled "Thanks!" before hanging up.

She pressed the number in with her thumb quickly and placed the phone to her ear.

One ring. Two rings. Three rin-

"Hello?"

Isabella almost dropped the phone, her face going pale before she reminded herself that the woman on the other end of the line was not Tanya, no matter how much she sounded like her. She placed the phone back to her ear.

"Um, hi. My name's Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. Um, can I speak with your Chief of Police?"

The woman on the other end raised an eyebrow and looked at the receiver. "One minute please."

Isabella nodded. After a moment of pondering, she realized that the woman's voice reminded her more of that slug from Monsters Inc. than Tanya.

Said woman pressed a button and set the phone down before hitting the intercom. "Chuck?"

A crackling noise came from the other end. "Yeah, Sherry?"

Sherry glanced at the phone and then back down at the intercom. "There's a girl on the phone who wants to talk to you."

"What about?"

Sherry winced. "I didn't ask her, sir."

Cuck face palmed and groaned. "Then ask her, Sherry."

Sherry picked up the phone quickly. "Um, miss?"

Isabella sat up. "Yes?"

"May I ask why you are calling?

"Um, do you remember those missing Fireside Girl cases?"

Sherry raised an eyebrow. "Yes, why?"

"I've found them. The girls form North Carolina? That's why I want to talk to your chief."

Sherry frowned. "Of course. One moment."

She set the phone down again and pressed the intercom. "Chuck?"

Chuck sighed. "Did you ask her what she wanted?"

Sherry nodded. "Yes. She claims that she has found all of the missing Fireside Girls from this area."

Chuck clunked his chair to the floor and put his feet down. He picked up the intercom phone and spoke into it. "Well, did she?"

Sherry sighed. "Beats me. She could just be a prankster."

Chuck frowned and put the phone back on the hook. He got up and began pacing the floor. "But if she isn't, and I don't talk to her, we could lose the chance to get all those girls back to their families."

Chuck stopped pacing and looked up. "Put her on the line."

Sherry rolled her eyes. "Yes sir."

She pressed the button. "Miss? Are you still there?"

Isabella looked up from her tic-tac-toe game that she had been playing with Ferb while they waited and grinned. "Yes, yes I am!"

"OK, I am going to transfer you over to Chief Chuck. One moment please."

Ferb gave her a thumbs up and Isabella turned away from everyone to listen. For a moment, all she heard was elevator music that sounded suspiciously like Gitchee Gitchee Goo, but a second later, a man's voice came on the line.

"Hello?"

Isabella grinned. "Hi! Are you Chief Chuck?"

Chuck leaned on his desk and pulled a piece of paper in front of him. "Yes, I am. Would you mind giving me your name?"

"Isabella Garcia-Shapiro."

The man wrote the name down on the paper and tapped the pen to his chin, chewing on the cap for a moment. "Right. And you say that you've found all of this states missing Fireside Girls?"

"Yes sir. And all the other states as well."

Chuck stumbled forward off of his desk and caught himself on his chair. "What?"

Isabella smiled and leaned back in the grass. "All the other states. We found them too."

Chuck frowned and sat in his seat. "I hate to ask this, but would you mind proving that you've found these girls?"

"Of course not," Isabella said, pulling the list in front of her. "Do you have a copy of the names of the girls that went missing in your state?"

Chuck glanced at the forms in front of him. "Yes, yes I do. Shoot."

"OK, so first I have Molly, blue eyes, blond hair, and six years old. Then, I have Alice, brown eyes, brown hair, eight years old, Julia, green eyes, red hair, 12 years old and Meredith, also 12, dirty blond hair, blue eyes and finally, Olivia, brown hair, green eyes, fourteen years old."

Isabella looked up from the list and waited.

On the other end of the line, the phone was on the floor and Chuck was staring at the list in front of him, his hands trembling. If you added the years that the girls had been gone, she had gotten every single one right. Chuck slowly pressed the intercom button.

"Sherry? Alert the parents of the missing Fireside Girls. We found them."

Before Sherry could respond, Chuck picked up the phone and cleared his throat. "All right, Miss Garcia-Shapiro, I'm going to need the address you're at."

Isabella smiled and gave the man Phineas and Ferb's address. Chuck whistled. "That's a long way hon. I can send a plane out right now. It's about…"

He glanced at the clock on the wall. "…Noon here, so I can someone out there by about one or two o'clock your time."

"OK," Isabella said, jotting down the information.

Chuck smiled. "Thank you so much young lady. You have no idea how much this means to me. I will be on the plane out there, so I look forward to meeting you."

Isabella grinned and hung up the phone. Chuck did the same on the other end and smiled, wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"She has no idea how much this means to me," the man whispered, leaning on his desk and picking up his picture of Olivia. Chuck smiled and pressed the intercom button, grabbing his jacket and clutching the picture of his only child to his chest.

"Sherry? I'm leaving for probably the rest of the week. Take the week off with pay, and call Ralph for me."

Without another word, the man left the room, leaving Sherry in her office hooting at the top of her lungs.

Isabella turned to her friends who were all either done with their phone calls or almost done with them. She turned to Ferb, who was still next to her, and she suddenly remembered her promise to herself back at the aquarium.

"Ferb?"

The boy glanced up from his paper and raised an eyebrow.

Isabella hesitated. "I-"

"Success everyone?" Phineas asked as he hung up his phone.

Isabella sighed and gave Ferb an apologetic smile as she nodded along with everyone else. Ferb smiled back.

"So, eight down, 44 to go," Phineas said.

There was a long pause as everyone looked at each other and Phineas glanced down at his list.

"You know," he said, "this may take longer than I thought."

So, what'd you think? I made it a little longer for those of you who asked, but I needed a good spot to leave off without putting all the whatnot into this chapter.

You didn't think that I'd forget Isabella's promise to Ferb, did you?

Hey, and Stacy's back!

Anyway, please R and R!