Ok, guys, this should be kind of a fun chapter. But I am not a dude, so I have no idea what actually goes on at a bachelor party.

The music was roaring. Lights were flashing. It was an all out, hard-core, party. A bachelor party.

Ferb looked around. The gang was in a brand new nightclub that had recently opened up downtown. Disco lights were all over the place; even the floor lit up. Popular music was blasting through the speakers. Large banners were hung around the room that read, "Phineas Is King!". That was tonight's theme.

Ferb was standing near the bar, looking around. Not as refined as he would have liked it, but, hey, it was a bachelor party. Baljeet and Buford had done a good job. Baljeet was the practical one; he found the venue, the food, and the theme. And Buford, well, he knew how to add just the right amount of raunchy.

And right then, Ferb happened to see the guys coming right up to him. "Well, Ferb, what do you think? Did we do a killer job, chili-cheese?" Baljeet said, bopping his head forward to the music, with obnoxiously large sunglasses.

Ferb smiled awkwardly at him, "Yeah, but would you mind telling me why my grandfather is here?"

"You know, back in England, we call these 'stag-parties'." Ferb could hear him from farther across the room.

"We needed chaperones." Baljeet said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Buford smiled, "Plus, he's a riot."

And Mr. Fletcher came skateboarding right past them. "Ello, Ferb!"

Ferb slid his hand down his face. Nonsensical and embarrassing.

Phineas came running after him. "Go Grandpa! Go Grandpa!"

"Having fun, dinner bell?" asked Buford.

"Yeah! But what's with those girls?" He pointed at the pole dancers around the room. "And they barely have any clothes on!"

Buford smiled cheekily. "I think you'll understand if you watch."

All four guys turned towards one of the pole dancers. She wrapped her leg around the pole and spun about it, dipping to show just enough cleavage. She winked towards the guys.

"She winked at me!" Baljeet squealed.

"Enjoyed the show?" Asked Buford.

"I don't get it." Phineas said, scratching his head.

Buford threw his hands up in the air. "I don't know how to get through to you, man! Anyway, it's not a bachelor party without naked women."

"Ok?" said Phineas. Overall, Phineas was pretty happy, As of right now, this party seemed to be lifting everyone's spirits. The food was great, the DJ was awesome, and everybody seemed to be in a better mood. Even Ferb.

Ferb was in a better mood. The party atmosphere just made everything a lot more fun. It wasn't like he had been in a bad mood, necessarily. It was just that, understandably, he had a lot on his mind. But now he was just hanging with his guy friends, and Phineas was happy.

"I wonder what the girls are doing right now." Said Baljeet. They were having their bachelorette party.

"Dude, this is the one night where we don't think about them." Said Buford. "Phineas' unofficial last night of freedom."

Right then, Phineas' phone rang. Buford squinted at him. "Don't answer, you need to be partying."

"It's ok, guys. Party without me for a sec."

"It's sort of loud in here, Phineas. You won't be able to hear anything." Said Baljeet.

"Yeah, I'm just going to step out for a sec." He walked towards the door, and exited as he answered the call.

Ferb, Buford, and Baljeet looked after him for a second. "That guy has no wild side." Said Buford.

Meanwhile, Phineas was right outside the club. It was totally silent out here. The call was from an unknown number, but he answered anyway. "Hello?"

"Heeeyyy, baby!"

Phineas didn't know who was calling. It was a girl, speaking slowly and sounding funny. "Hello, who is this?"

"Baby, it's me."

Phineas recognized the voice now. It was Isabella, speaking a lot slower, and in a lower tone than normal. But it was loud in the background behind her. "Isabella?"

"I want you SO bad right now."

Phineas' eyes opened wide.

"I want you, like, a billion times more than I wanted you before. Like before we did it last time."

WHAT was she talking about?

"You, and me." Isabella broke off into giggles. "Only you can make me talk like that. And it was sooo gooood. Over… and over…"

Phineas was more than a little freaked out by this conversation. "Isabella, are you drunk?" He heard a hiccup, then silence. Had she hung up on him?

"BLACKJACK!" she yelled suddenly, so loudly it hurt his ear. "I wanna play blackjack! But only with shirtless rules." She started giggling again.

"Isabella, this is Phineas. Are you ok? Are you drunk?" He was feeling a little worried about her. She wasn't making sense.

"No no no! Where's… Perry? Ha. I want you baby! I want you so bad it hurts! I want you right now, like, this second, now! I wuv yooouuu!" Isabella hiccupped again.

"Umm, Isabella…" Phineas wasn't sure what to say.

"I love you. I love you Fe... Whoopsee! Ha-ha, oh no, you're Phineas. I almost said the wrong thing! And he would be maaadd at me. Really mad. He wouldn't even, like, like me anymore. But I really really really want him, you know?"

Phineas heard voices in the background. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could make out Gretchen and Isabella talking, and then the line went dead. Phineas shut his phone, and went back inside.

The guys were sitting at the bar, enjoying some finger foods, and cold drinks. "There he is." Said Buford. Phineas walked up to them with a confused look on his face. "Back to partying!"

Ferb noticed the strange look on his brother's face. "What's up with you?"

Phineas tilted his head. "I just got a really weird call from Isabella. I think she was drunk."

Buford looked up from eating. "It's not a bachelorette party without drunk girls."

"Yeah," said Phineas, as he swiveled around on his stool, "But she sounded really drunk. She wasn't making any sense."

"Not making sense how?" said Baljeet. All three guys stared at Phineas in interest, especially Ferb.

"Well, she said she 'wanted me'. A lot. More than last time."

The guys seemed stunned. Buford whistled. "Man, Phin, after tonight, I didn't think you had it in ya."

"No!" Phineas shook his head frantically. "Me and Isabella… never… really… did anything."

"Well, there goes my faith in ya." Said Buford.

"Halfway through, she realized it was me. I think… she was talking about another guy. She loves and wants another guy."

"No, Phineas, no way." Said Baljeet. "Isabella has always been crazy about you. And when somebody is really drunk, they just spout nonsense. Maybe she's just talking about an old boyfriend from Alaska, or she is just making up stuff on the spot."

"Yeah, I mean, at one point she was talking about playing blackjack shirtless. That's pretty random. What do you think Ferb?"

Phineas turned towards Ferb. Ferb looked awful. He had this awful, stricken look on his face, like something horrible had happened, and he was pale white. "Ferb, you look awful."

"No, I'm fine." He said. He shook his head, trying to snap out of it. He turned to Phineas suddenly, "How drunk was Isabella? Was it really bad?"

"Yeah, I was a little worried." Phineas said.

"Guys, this is bachelor party time, meaning thinking about your fiancé is the last thing to do." Said Buford.

Phineas shrugged. "I guess you're right. I think she'll be fine with Gretchen and the girls."

"Good, now let's go party!" said Buford.

The guys headed towards the dance floor. Phineas was hopping around to the music, and watching his friends dance with the strippers for a few minutes when he noticed something. "Hey, where's Ferb?"

Phineas stepped back and looked around. "He was right behind us a second ago!" Phineas saw his grandpa whizzing by on the skateboard, and caught him before he fell. "Grandpa, have you seen Ferb?"

"Oh, uh, let me think. Yes! The lad told me that he had to go to some girl, um, Isabelle?"

"Isabella? Why?"

Grandpa scratched his chin. "I think he was concerned for her wellbeing. He seemed very upset. I think he was very worried about her, Phineas."

Phineas stared towards the exit. "He was?"