A/N: Stinkfly3 here. Myron Greenleaf's a bit busy to work on the fanfic with me, so I'll cover for him until things clear up.
The next morning started off roughly and only got worse for the Flynn-Fletcher household. Candace didn't feel like eating breakfast with her remaining family. Instead, she passed the kitchen and went straight for the door, ignoring her brother and stepbrother. She closed the door behind her, looked up at the sky, and came to a decision. She began heading for the extreme paintball arena for target practice, not that she needed any, but it helped calm her down.
After the fiasco over breakfast ended up in pancake batter all over and uncooked pancakes everywhere, and Phineas and Ferb were finished cleaning up the mess, they took to the backyard, each pursuing their own specials interests. Phineas was sketching some very complicated blueprints. Ferb, meanwhile, was working on a new melody on his classical guitar. Ferb didn't want to talk to his stepbrother because of the latter's behavior over the past week.
"So..." Phineas said in an attempt to make small talk. The constant strumming of the guitar and the constant silence was wearing down on him. "Vanessa dumped me, but she still sees me as a good friend."
"Not my problem Phineas," Ferb said, not looking up from his music sheet while adding bitter emphasis on his stepbrother's name.
Phineas took a deep breath and decided to change the subject while his stepbrother was in the mood to talk. "I heard Isabella got you interested in a sitcom last night..."
Ferb flinched. What Phineas said wasn't a question. "Yes, yes she did."
Getting agitated with the single sentence answers that he was getting, Phineas thought of the most random thing he could think of. "I think they should cross-breed a poodle and an elephant and call it a poolephant."
"Seriously?" Ferb asked, looking up for the first time. "Is that seriously the best thing you could think of to change the subject to?"
Phineas frustratingly erased a small error on a blueprint in his small thirty page pile of blueprints. "I'm just sick and tired of your one sentence answers and you barely even recognizing I'm here, let alone talking to me..."
"I would hate to be you then," Ferb said non-caringly as he went back to strumming his guitar.
Meanwhile, across the street, Vanessa was trying to convince Isabella to let Phineas come back to The Resistance.
"Oh, come on. Please cuz?" Vanessa asked. "Phineas has really changed. I've seen it for myself. He's practically a new person!"
"But the thing is..." Isabella said. "That may be true, but Candace would never allow it. She's been in the extreme paintball arena for hours so far today. It doesn't seem like she's ready to just forgive him. Especially after he beat her in a fight."
"Is that what this is about?" Vanessa asked, turning towards the window which had the view of the extreme paintball arena in it.
"I don't know," Isabella admitted. "But it's really not helping anything."