A/N: We return! I told you it would be bi-monthly!

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Zapadosmaster145: Thanks for the advice! I'm re-editing this chapter as I type with some of that advice in mind. I really like the idea of exploring old tropes through new characters, and that's present in this chapter. I hope to establish some running gags of my own and do a good job of dropping hints in the way Milo Murphy does. Writing this story has really given me perspective on how difficult it is to balance what is essentially 3 plots. I will probably have to write catch-up for the surprisingly large lore-drop that occurred in the MML crossover. It was really cool having you show up, since UAD was a big inspiration and I am about to jump into GoCH.

Chapter 2: Quality Uncontrolled

Phineas Flynn was sitting at the breakfast table with his brother when he noticed an article in the sports section of his dad's newspaper. He looked up from his Rainbow Flakes and looked over at Lawrence. "Hey, Dad, can I see the sports section?" His father obliged. "Thanks."

The headline read: Danville Sluggers win 14 – 12 at Friday Night Game. Phineas hadn't been at the game after the picnic last night, but he had seen most of it on TV. He had been distracted by a phone call with Baljeet, so he hadn't really been paying attention. Another small article caught his eye: Wrestling Tournament Today at Danville Arena. Phineas had picked up some basic techniques from Buford and even been in the club for most of his Freshman year of high school, mostly encouraged by Ferb, who had gone out for track. "Hey, Ferb." He nudged his older brother. "You wanna enter that tournament today? I get that it's kinda boring by our standards, but it seems like it could be fun." Ferb shrugged and continued to eat his cereal. "Yeah, I guess we could find something better to do." He cleaned his former cereal bowl and put it in the dishwasher before he headed out to the backyard, with Ferb tagging along behind.

The two had not been under the tree for more than five minutes before a familiar face drifted through the gate. "Hey, Phineas! Whatcha doin?"

Isabella approached Phineas and looked down at him lying on the ground. Flint was tagging along. She leaned over him and smiled. "What, it's 8:35 and you don't have an idea yet? Here I thought I could convince Flint here there was something better to do than go to a dumb wrestling tournament."

Phineas gave her a furrowed look indicating his frustration. "Yeah, that's just it. I liked wrestling when I did it-"

"Did I say wrestling was dumb? I meant it was manly."

"- but there's no particular reason to just go. It seems like a step down for us. Flint, you wrestle?"

"I'm pretty good at it if I do say so myself. We should hit the mat sometime." He asked with a sly grin. "We seem about evenly matched in the weight department." Come to think of it, Isabella thought, They do have very similar frames. Phineas and Ferb's constant construction work and physical activity made them the picture of health for their age, not that she minded.

"You know," Ferb began, "We could put in a little work investigating that disturbance Baljeet described to us last night." Isabella took a seat next to him, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"What disturbance?"

Ferb held up a sheet of formulas and notes. "The recent ionic fluctuation is leading to a minor change in the fabric of the universe."

Isabella blankly stared at him. "And what does that mean?"

"Well the first thing we figured out is that the future is now shifting around at a rapid pace, so much so that we can't time travel without some significant work." The three stood up as they spotted Candace making a ruckus in the kitchen. Isabella appeared to be deep in thought.

"You don't understand, Mom! It has to be PERFECT!"

"You know, it was just like this the first time I got married." Linda was clearly unamused, but understood. She motioned to the boys as they approached the door to the kitchen. "Phineas! Ferb! Do you mind taking care of something for us? Candace needs a wedding dress, so we need to get some potential designs from the local tailors." She quickly jotted down a list on a sheet of paper and handed it to the boys. Phineas inspected the list.

"We might be busy today. Baljeet needs our help researching the fabric of the universe."

Linda chuckled. Ferb had texted Baljeet earlier, and had just gotten a response:

Can't talk. Researching ionic fluctuation. I need you and P to stay away so my instruments work properly. I'll join you with Buford later!

Ferb showed the others the text. Phineas smiled. "Well, if he INSISTS, I would love to help you get a dress! How about it Isabella? Flint?"

Flint looked at his phone and scratched the back of his neck. "Actually, I've got something to take care of today. I WILL, however, see you two later." Isabella was still deep in thought, and had been still as a stone for about thirty seconds.

Isabella frowned as she finally spoke. "Ionic Fluctuation? Does that mean the future isn't... determined anymore? Wait, what did you say, Phineas?"

Phineas put his arm around her shoulders. "Isabella, we know what we're doing today! We're gonna make sure Candace has a spectacular wedding dress! You could help us pick a design. Maybe even act as a model!" She began to blush furiously at the idea, but quickly regained her cool.

"Yeah, sure, sure, cool. Definitely cool, sounds fun."

Ferb began to chuckle lightly. "I wonder what about that future you could have enjoyed so much." Isabella got even redder, put her hands behind her back, and became very interested in the tops of her shoes.

"Hey," she mumbled, "Where's Perry?"

Perry was just under the sidewalk outside the house, having squeezed into the rain gutter. He donned his fedora (mostly to shield himself from the water dripping from the ceiling) and took a right turn down the pathway. He stopped suddenly when he realized he had taken a wrong turn, and had ended up in a swanky hangout spot. Graffiti and Japanese weaponry covered the walls, and some dirty couches surrounded a large TV. He realized where he was.

After saying hello to the residents and helping himself to some pizza, he walked back into the sewer system and took the left turn. He slid down a drainpipe into his chair. Major Monogram appeared on the monitor above him. "Good morning, Agent P. You're late! What was keeping you?" Perry raised his pizza as if that was an answer.

"Ah, hanging with those turtle fellows. I tried to recruit them, but it turns out they would violate the Geneva Convention, so I let them continue operating as vigilantes." The Major shuffled his papers and cleared his throat. "Today, Doofenshmirtz appears to have been doing internet searches on what makes people feel uncomfortable. It's definitely a tamer scheme, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't get on it pronto!" The two saluted each other as Perry hopped into his hovercar and launched off in the direction of Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated.

Candace and Linda drove by the teens, who were biking towards a fashion studio Ferb had found. Candace instantly recognized the danger to her wedding plans. "Wait a second, Mom. I know exactly what's going to happen here: Phineas and Ferb are just going to make the dress themselves and they're gonna add something weird."

Linda raised an eyebrow. "Something weird? On a wedding dress? What could you possibly add to a wedding dress to make it 'weird'?"

"Have you... SEEN celebrity weddings?" Candace got up from her chair. "I oughta at least go see what they're doing!" She stomped out in the direction the boys had headed.

"Alright, Candace," Linda sipped her orange juice. "But they'll probably want to keep it a surprise."

"Alright, Ferb, you wanna flip the switch on this one?"

A large blue machine whirred to life as Phineas hopped down from his ladder onto the ground. The machine had a keyboard on the side, a control panel of various buttons and levels and knobs and such, and a convener belt equipped with sewing machines and various other dressmaking tools. Phineas grinned as he rubbed his hands together. He stood next to Isabella as he called the next part of the plan into action. "Excellent! Once again we've made a delicate, time-consuming process into a logic defying automaton! Fireside Girls, are you guys ready?"

The Fireside Girls, who had gathered to collectively earn a dressmaking patch, saluted Isabella and got to their stations. Holly and Ginger motioned for Isabella to raise her arms as they took her measurements rapidly. Phineas reached out for the clipboard Ginger was holding when she pulled it back. "Oh no you don't! We're entering these ourselves!" Phineas shrugged and let the girls at the controls. Ferb whispered something in his ear.

"Oh, I get it. Sorry!" Phineas slyly smiled at the girls as he walked backwards to the control station. Putting his arms behind his back, he turned towards the controls and began to select from a bunch of different fabrics. "First things first, let's make a real basic one just to test out..." He glanced over at Ferb. "... Before we get to the REAL fun."

The machine whirred to life and the Fireside Girls were delivered fabric along the conveyor belt. They were shown a part of the dress they were assigned to make at which point they rapidly set to work. Phineas and Ferb watched them work and erected a small curtain for Isabella to change behind. Phineas motioned for Isabella to go behind it. "Thanks, Phineas! But how is this going to work? I'm not exactly Candace's size."

Phineas gave her a pat on the back. "We've got an algorithm that can convert your measurements to hers. Sure, you're a bit shorter, and she's thin as a pencil while you..." Phineas tapped his pen against his face as he inspected the girl. She was mostly still her same old cute self, but she was taller and beginning to develop in certain places. Phineas made careful note of this as he finished slowly. "...are not. But she can make any adjustments she wants. Once the other girls finish putting the dress together, you can get them to help you put it on back there."

"Okay, I'll get ready then." She disappeared behind the curtain. Her head poked out from behind the curtains as she smiled flirtatiously. "And no peeking." she winked at him. Phineas looked a little bit confused.

"Isabella, please. That would be weird."

"Ah yes, Perry the Platypus."

Doofenshmirtz was standing in the middle of his mostly empty lab. A large -inator was positioned on the balcony. He cleared his throat and with great exaggeration, outstretched his hands.

"Ah, yes, Perry... THE PLATYPUS!"

Doofenshmirtz thought about his delivery again. "Ah, YES! PERRY THE PLATYPUS!" He delivered as he raised his fist. "That one sounds like I'm glad to see him."

Doofenshmirtz peered out at the skyline, watching Perry approach on his hovercar. He raised his left hand and began to scratch his head. "Am I glad to see him?"

Perry approached at a high velocity and jumped out of his car as he allowed it to slam into the back of the lair, creating a massive mess. "Wow, I'm definitely sure I'm not now. That's a massive mess."

Perry scratched the back of his head as some form of apology. He went over to the mess and began to clean it up. A tentacle came out of the mess and grabbed him.

"HAH! You fell for the oldest trick in the book! The 'Assume the explosive entrance is going to make a big mess so have a creature hide in the trash' trick. At this point honestly I'm just trying to make a trap that doesn't work but you keep somehow managing to find the way to spring it."

Doofenshmirtz walked over to Perry as he began to monologue, not that there was any other kind of -logue he could have. "So, I'm glad you're here before noon, Perry the Platypus, because we have a fuller day than usual actually. Not only am I trying to embarrass Roger today, I also have a new L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N member to instruct in the ways of evil. He'll be over here soon enough. But, I digress. My brother Roger yeshe'sthemayoryouknowbynow is hosting a press event concerning his upcoming reelection campaign. I intend to blast him with THIS-"

Doof made an exaggerated motion in the direction of his pre-positioned -inator ray.

"- magnificent machine I call the 'Abnormal-inator.' It makes anything it hits behave and look ab-normally. Thusly, I can make him look very abnormal which will ruinhischancesofreelection and you get it." Doofenshmirtz held a pregnant pause as he suddenly had a thought.

"Wait, if the prefix to abnormal is 'ab' and abnormal means 'not normal' does that mean that the prefix 'ab' means not? In that case couldn't we just use 'un', like 'unusual'? Unnormal. Unnormal. It doesn't sound like a word."

It was at this point the doorbell rang. Doofenshmirtz shot Perry a smug simper. "Oh, there he is! Allow me to demonstrate. The abnormal-inator, not the prefix." He walked over to his abnormal-inator and fired off a shot at the door. "BEHOLD! The brand new L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. Intern!" The door began to fold into itself in the center until all that was left was Flint standing in the doorway. He studied the spot the door dissipated into.

"Well, that was unusual."

Buford and Baljeet walked into the fashion studio where everyone was hard at work. Baljeet was explaining something to Buford. "You see, I'm just scared I'll ask her out and something embarrassing will happen."

Buford frowned at his friend as they walked up to the Flynn-Fletcher boys. "Just push those feelings aside. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It's a saying. What's the worst thing that could happen?" Buford stopped and, before Baljeet could respond, immediately laid into Phineas and Ferb. "Alright, which one of you fellas had the idea to not invite us to this one?" Phineas left the control panel and approached the two. He put his arm around Baljeet's neck and began to explain.

"Sorry, guys, it totally slipped my mind. Are you guys really that interested in designing dresses for my sister's wedding?"

Buford grabbed Phineas' shoulders. "Candace is getting married?" Phineas gave him a raised eyebrow. It was all she had been talking about for the last month.

"Uh... yes. It's all she's been talking about for the last month."

"They grow up so fast, don't they?" Buford wistfully looked off into the distance. "It feels like just yesterday we were reforming her from liquid to solid in my full-body cast-iron mold."

"And in like a week we'll be running a dress rehearsal for the wedding."

"Oh!" Baljeet cut in. "We'll be visiting my Uncle Sabu in the Himalayas for the next week. We're leaving tomorrow night! Buford's coming to enjoy the cold climate."

"It'll be like the Netherlands, the land of my ancestors." Buford explained.

"So no dress rehearsal. Got it. It would still be useful to get stuff together for the wedding."

"So like a suit?" Buford asked.

"Exactly."

"Or maybe a date? I could ask... someone." Baljeet added, nervously fidgeting.

"Well, I guess? People have dates for weddings?" Phineas could have sworn he heard a scoff from behind the curtain Isabella was changing behind. "Hey, Isabella, are you almost ready back there?"

Ginger poked out from behind the curtain. "You can't rush beauty, Flynn!"

"I suppose not."

Perry knew it was all over. Flint had seen him with the Flynn-Fletchers, and he knew who he was. This was it. Reassignment. A conflict of interest that simply could not be solved. If only-

"So who's this guy?" Flint looked down at Perry with curiosity.

"Oh, that's my nemesis, Perry the Platypus." Doofenshmirtz responded.

"Is Perry a common name among Platypi? Platypuses?"

"It's Platypuses, and maybe. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I have some... acquaintances that also named their platypus Perry."

The two looked over at Perry. He was sweating bullets.

"Though I guess this one is standing on his hind legs and wearing that little fedora, whereas theirs doesn't do much."

"Hm. Best not to dwell on it, anyways. The human mind loves to make conspiracy from coincidence. You arrived just on time, young man! I've been meaning to train a protege and my daughter just isn't up for it. Come over here with me."

Flint followed Doofenshmirtz over to the unusual-inator. "Oh, I almost forgot! Mess-monster! Bring Perry the Platypus over here!" Doofenshmirtz directed the Mess-monster to an area by the unusual-inator. The entire mass of messiness seemed to move with it in an oozing, bubbling manner. Doofenshmirtz turned to Flint and motioned him towards the controls. "Check this out! It's meant to make my brother, Roger, the mayor-"

"You explained all of this over our texts, doctor." Flint stopped him. "If you wouldn't mind, could I make a small modification? I had the idea this morning."

"What kind of modification?"

"Well, some guys I very much dislike are at the tailor's right now designing a uniquely beautiful dress for their sister's wedding. If I could install a reverse switch, I could waste all of their work by making it a totally normal wedding dress!" Flint began to shake with excitement in his rambling.

"Knock yourself out, man. It doesn't hurt to go above and beyond in the design of -inators." Doofenshmirtz slapped him on the back, much to his chagrin, and he set to work while Heinz walked over to Perry. "See, this way there's gonna be less one-sided communication around here! It's way more effective to have someone to talk to in a text-based format!"

Flint was already hard at work at his modification to the unusual-inator. He put in a switch, which he cleverly remembered to wire through the self-destruct button as the doctor instructed him, and checked the bearing of the beam through the scope. He scratched the stubble on his chin. "So that's Roger Doofenshmirtz..."

Heinz was excited to see Flint taking such a quick interest in being evil. "It's exciting to see you taking such a quick interest in being evil! Since it's your first day as the new intern, if you would like, we could fire the -inator at your enemies first." Flint couldn't resist smiling at him.

"Gee, thanks doc! Once I get everything finished, we'll see if this baby works!"

Perry had to think of a way to escape if he wanted to save his boys.

"Come on out, Isabella!" Phineas enthusiastically rubbed his hands together as she emerged from the curtain onto a raised platform. Everyone turned as she entered a spotlight formed by the sun coming through a window. Ferb gave her a thumbs up. Buford and Baljeet were practically stunned. The Fireside Girls whooped and whistled. Isabella did a little curtsy and gave the dress a twirl.

"So, what do you think, Phineas?" She leaned in towards him from the platform, casting a shadow over him as he took notes. He looked up at her and gave her two thumbs up, grinning.

"I think Candace is gonna love it! Let's get back to the drawing board, and see how much of a showstopper this can be!" Phineas turned away from her as he began to fiddle with the controls. Obviously this was not the reaction she wanted, but as she gave a resigned sigh Isabella realized it was exactly the one the expected. Baljeet pushed Buford's jaw back up.

Flint looked through the scope of the unusual-inator at the fashion studio the friends were all gathered at. "Yup, that's Pinhead and Skullscraper alright." He looked around the room at all the others, but stopped when he saw Isabella in the dress. "Y'know, I almost feel bad ruining that dress. Looks good on her." He then realized that couldn't be the dress they were making, on account of its smaller size. "And I guess I don't have to." He peeled himself away and put a jack under the unusual-inator, lifting it up off the ground.

"So, Flint, was it?" Heinz started, "What made you want to intern with us at Lovemuffin?"

Flint slid under the base of the -inator with some power tools and began to make a racket underneath the metal frame. "Well," He said through gritted teeth as he held a screwdriver in his teeth, "The general idea is that I need assistance for my evil master plan, which I have extensively thought out. You scratch my back, I scratch yours."

"And that plan is?"

Flint slid out from under the -inator on his roller seat and looked Doofenshmirtz directly in the eyes. "I need to restore the probability-ionic balance of the multiverse by destroying the lives of my next door neighbors." Perry tried his best to keep a poker face.

"Ugh, neighbors." Doofenshmirtz waved dismissively. "Tell me about it."

Phineas had come up with a second, more elaborate design for the dress. While the original was the basic blueprint of a wedding dress, this one had a long, peacock-like set of white feathers sticking out the rear. He studied his handiwork as the Fireside Girls assembled it. Isabella tugged on his sleeve, and he turned to her.

"Are you sure that this design is a good idea? The first one was perfect." Isabella had a point, and Phineas thought about it for a second.

"When have I ever settled for perfect?" Phineas grabbed her by the hands and led her behind the curtain, stepping out after getting her seat for her. "Besides, I need the data to make another one for-" Phineas cupped his hand over his mouth before he spoiled the surprise. Buford and Baljeet came up to Phineas in a panic. Baljeet waved his arms at Phineas.

"Candace is trying to enter the studio!" Baljeet practically screamed. Phineas was surprised but did not panic.

"Oh, I should have known she would be too excited to stay away! I want the final design to be a surprise! Ferb, help the others keep her out!" Ferb slid out from behind the machine and sprinted past Buford and Baljeet towards the doors, leaving the two dazed.

"Has he always been that fast?" Buford asked as he looked on in awe.

"And for our part, we'll have to speed up production! Can you girls do that?" Phineas made a sweeping motion at the Fireside crew. "With our machine, you could probably achieve a world record for 'most dresses produced in an hour'!" The girls eagerly anticipated the challenge as they began rapidly working on a series of designs as Phineas quickly drew them out and sent them over the computer.

Ferb accidentally slammed into Candace on his way out the door. The two fell to the ground. Ferb decided to speak a rare third line of dialogue so he could apologize. "Sorry." He said in a small voice, wasting dialogue that could be used for a witty observation. Candace quickly got back up, but Ferb was already restricting her access to the entrance. She tried to go around to his left. He shuffled to the left to block her. She tried to go around to his right. Once again, he shuffled to block her.

"Let me through, Ferb, I know you and Phineas are up to something in there!" Ferb simply shrugged at her, feigning ignorance and continuing to block her way. Buford and Baljeet burst out the entrance, hitting the siblings and throwing all of them to the ground. Buford landed on top of Candace.

Buford struggled to speak in a daze. "We have no idea..." His face slammed to the ground as he submitted to his injury.

"...What you're talking about." Baljeet finished. He slumped over as Candace struggled to get Buford off of her.

Phineas laughed manically as production reached a fever pitch. At this point, he had made a system to rapidly dress Isabella as the Fireside Girls struggled to keep up. A dazed and confused Isabella was made to model a dress with ribbons at the end of the sleeves. Then a dress with a gigantic turtleneck. Then a dress with saggy sleeves. Then a dress with a full facial mask. Then a dress with five layers of veil. Then a dress with a pair of dragon-like wings. This continued for minutes until the Fireside Girls were exhausted.

"STOP!" Phineas gave the all clear sign from the machine. "This one is even better than perfect!" Phineas motioned towards the girl on the pedestal. The dress was incredibly extravagant. There were three trails of fabric following the length of the dress. The flounce was flowery, and had a triangular pattern cut out of it. The straps circled around Isabella's neck, and the whole thing was designed quite tastefully.

All the girls gathered around Isabella as Phineas stepped up and lifted the veil off of Isabella's face. It was a pretty surreal sight for her, though it wasn't exactly the circumstance she wanted. Ginger and Adyson felt the dress up. "This is some primo work, Phin!" Adyson gave Phineas an "OK" sign. Isabella still showed some signs of hesitation.

"Phineas, I think Candace was thinking something more... traditional." Isabella tried to get his attention, but he seemed distracted. He quickly came to his senses.

"What was that?" He snapped his fingers as if trying to remember something. "Oh, yeah, she'll love it!" He grabbed the final version of the dress off of a rack and headed out towards the door. Isabella found the dress restricted her movement enough that she couldn't follow his quick pace.

Flint watched through the scope as Phineas exited the building. Phineas was taken aback at the sight of his friends and family lying on the ground, and was thus a sitting duck. Perry had been too late to figure out a solution. Flint flipped the reverse switch on the -inator, hit the button and stood back to admire his handiwork. "Take this, simpletons!" Heinz was astounded.

"Perry the Platypus, you actually let him fire the abnormal-inator?" He turned to Perry, who seemed to be pointing at himself. "What's that?"

Perry made a series of exaggerated motions, pointing first at the -inator, then at himself, and then feigned fear.

Doofenshmirtz got a terrible idea. "So you don't want me to hit you with the abnormal-inator, because if the reverse switch is on, you will become a normal platypus?" He grabbed the controls from Flint before he could see the results of his handiwork, and prepared to fire at Perry.

The platypus tried his best to hold back a smile.

Candace finally shoved Buford off of her as Phineas presented her the dress. She looked at Phineas angrily for a second, but did a double take at the dress. The ray had transformed it from the overly elaborate design he settled on to the original design. Phineas looked at it with some surprise, and opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by Candace.

"Wow, Phineas! I love it! It's perfect!" Candace gingerly grabbed the dress out of his hands and began to admire it. She folded it up as Phineas began to stutter.

"B-B-But..."

Ferb quickly got up, producing a box from some unknown location, and put the folded dress inside it. Candace brought the two in for a group hug. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you two! Of course you knew what to do!"

"B-B-But..."

Isabella and the other Fireside Girls tumbled out the studio. She finally gathered her courage to speak up. "Phineas! I was thinking it was too elaborate. We should go with the first one!"

Phineas put himself back together and shrugged at her. "Well, I don't know how, but apparently we did!" He decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"B-B-But-" All the Fireside Girls struggled to find a justification in their minds.

"That's what I said!"

Buford and Baljeet finally got up off the ground. Baljeet walked up to Ginger and cleared his throat. She stopped stuttering and began to pay attention.

Doofenshmirtz let loose the ray at Perry. Perry bent his head to the side, causing the ray to hit the Mess-monster. The monster became something decidedly more usual, causing the mess to collapse as a regular octopus appeared in its place. Flint looked at Heinz in disbelief.

"You moron! Of course that was a bait!" Perry grabbed the octopus and flung it at Heinz, hitting him in the face and causing him to stumble into the abnormal-inator, setting the reverse to "off" and causing it to fire again. Flint tried to stand in his way, but Perry flew into him with a kick and knocked him into the -inator. The combined effort of the two wannabe villains flung the abnormal-inator off the building, taking them with it.

Doofenshmirtz yelled from over the edge. "CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUUUUUUS!" Flint pulled a parachute out of his jacket and safely landed right out of view of the friends at the fashion studio, right around the corner.

Outside the fashion studio, Baljeet faced Ginger and pushed aside all his fear of rejection. "Ginger, would you like..." Suddenly, a ray hit him from out of nowhere, transforming his normal overalls and t-shirt into a clown costume, complete with makeup and a red nose. "... to attend Candace's wedding with me?"

Ginger and the others began to laugh at the unusual sight, until Baljeet's dejected look caused them concern. Ginger wiped a tear from her eye and gave out a sigh.

"I'm sorry, it's just that... what are you wearing? How did that happen?"

Baljeet looked down and saw that a recurring nightmare of his had come true. He very nearly began to lose his composure when Ginger wrapped him in a hug. "Eh, don't worry about it. Sure thing, Jeet, I'd love to!"

Baljeet felt an odd mixture of embarrassment, pride, and affection all at once. Ginger stepped back and chuckled as she looked at him. "I was already going to the wedding anyways. Anyways, let's get you cleaned up!" Buford, Baljeet, Ginger, and the Fireside Girls all left in the direction of the neighborhood, leaving only the Flynn-Fletchers and Isabella. Ferb handed the box containing the dress off to Candace and the two began to walk home.

Phineas and Ferb shared a confused look as they walked away. Ferb shrugged. "Well, the important thing is that she liked it." Phineas beamed at his siblings.

Isabella gave a resigned sigh as she once again watched everyone else get what they wanted. Phineas gave her a concerned look. He leaned over and inspected her forlorn face. "You alright, Isabella? You look a bit down." Isabella straightened her face out as he grabbed her hand. "Come on over here, I actually have something to show you." It was at this point that Flint came around the corner and spied the two.

"Oh, hey, Flint! I was showing Isabella something, but I think you could come with us." Flint obliged as Phineas opened the door to the studio and entered the building. The dressmaking machine was being dismantled by the employees. Phineas waved at them. "Feel free to set that back up anywhere you want. Thanks for letting us use the studio." All that was left were the prototype dresses, boxed and sitting on a table, but there was one extra box, colored a bright pink.

Phineas picked up the box and gave it to Isabella. "When Ferb and I were making the machine before you got the girls over here, it occurred to me that it's your fifteenth birthday soon." He opened the box and unfurled a magnificent red dress with gold trim. Flint and Isabella were shocked. "I know that that's a pretty important birthday for a girl in Mexican culture, even Mexican-Jewish culture, so consider this an early present. A Quinceñera dress!" Isabella was speechless. Phineas carefully folded it up and put it back in the box.

"W-W-Who's idea was that?" She finally spoke.

"Mine, of course. C'mon Isabella! You seriously think I could forget about one of my favorite girls? I did something for Candace and Mom, so I had to think of you, too!"

Flint caught Isabella as she fainted. Phineas looked down at her with concern. "Nice catch, man!" He leapt off of the platform as he ran off. "I'll go get some cold water and a rag or something!"

Flint looked down at the exhausted girl leaning on him. His heart began to beat a little faster, and he realized he was feeling some feelings. "Oh, boy, this is gonna complicate things, isn't it." Flint complained to no one in particular. "I just wonder why you didn't have an equivalent back home."

Later that evening, everyone had gone home. Candace had claimed Phineas and Ferb had designed her wedding dress, and showered them with praise in front of Linda and Lawrence, but Linda didn't buy it and Lawrence simply gave the boys a thumbs up. Candace took a seat on the couch next to the boys, who were winding down by simply watching some TV.

"You guys really knocked it out of the park today, you know?" Candace stretched her legs out onto the coffee table as she gave a contented sigh. "I think- and don't make me regret this-" Phineas and Ferb looked towards her expectantly. "You could probably handle the setup for the wedding reception. As long as you keep it as cool as you did today." Phineas' eyes widened and Ferb stared blankly. Phineas wrapped his sister and brother up in a bear hug.

"Thanks, Candace! We would love to!" Phineas exclaimed. Ferb gave a weak thumbs up as he was crushed between his siblings. Phineas released his family and leaned back on the couch, making a sweeping motion in front of his face. "Just leave it to the best party-planners in the Tri-State Area!" Candace gave Phineas and Ferb affectionate rubs on the head.

Isabella was lying on her bed, stomach-down, chatting with Gretchen on the phone. She looked over at her dresser, where the box containing the dress Phineas and Ferb had made for her was sitting. "Gretch, I swear! Somehow, when none of us were looking, Phineas and Ferb made ME a dress for my Quinceñera! It's crazy!"

She turned over as she listened to Gretchen's response, then went right back to rambling. "I think he's actually starting to figure it out, Gretchen! I've never been so excited before!" She clenched a fist and shook it in the air as she continued. "That's it. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna ask him to be the lead chamberlain at the party! And I'm gonna do it tomorrow!" Gretchen was very happy for her friend, but she knew Isabella to be fickle in getting what she wanted from time to time. Isabella had heard it all before. "Sure, sure, I'll meet up with you tomorrow beforehand so you can psyche me up for it. Don't let me bail out this time!" She pointed at her phone as if Gretchen could see her finger. "Have a good night!" She closed her phone and wrapped her arms around her chest, wistfully sighing. Just when she thought she was done with Phineas Flynn for sure, he pulled something like this and drew her right back in.

Flint paced around his room in the Garcia-Shapiro's basement as he thought about his plan for the next day. The room was mostly barren, with a cot he had set up, a punching bag in the corner, a drawing board for his inventions, and a few boxes full of cables, parts, and old family memorabilia from his hosts. He looked at his notes and reviewed potential routes of attack:

Destroy Ferb?

Kidnap Platypus?

Ruin relationship with Candace?

He looked down at the name "Candace" and felt a pang of regret. It took a moment to remember that this "Candace" was not his "Candace", nor was this "Linda" his "Mom". And he had no clue who "Ferb" was. Not to mention Isabella. She was also strange. Flint theorized that maybe it was their presence that caused "Phineas" to develop into the good-natured inventor that he was today, because Flint was far from "good-natured".

Phineas Flynn-Fletcher of dimension 164 lay down on his cot and considered his options. "Isabella means a lot to the kid, probably more than he knows." Flint rubbed his stubble and began to think. "That's it! I already know that Mr. G-S doesn't like the Pinhead, so I could do him a favor by ruining their relationship! Maybe I could even get in there afterwards." He stretched his legs out as he let his mind wander to the next day's idea. "Pinhead won't know what hit 'em, and I'll get my life back."

A/N: Intrigue! Suspense! Romance! Yup, this fic has it all. Semi-forced character melodrama is incoming, but I swear it will be fun, and not at all depressing. Leave me any feedback you wish.

NEXT TIME: Chill Out!

The gang try to beat the heat! The master plan is kicked into motion!