(Author's Note)

Expect that I will be posting more often, and I should be because I really want to enter the Fandom 3 Contest that's on Inkitt and this story is going to be my entry. Hopefully you guys enjoy this too. I'll try to spread this story to many websites as possible, probably even Wattpad, and Inkitt itself because I gotta get lots of feedback and the only way to get that is add more to my audience.

Hope you like this chapter too BTW!


"Chapter 6 "Cold, Bitter & Sweet!"

"I'm gonna get my Fireside suit. I'm gonna get my Fireside suit…"

She's been chanting that song for about the 25th time now ever since Phineas awarded her the previous patch, not that he minded at all, in fact he was thrilled to see the old cute, happy, and sassy Isabella back. More importantly, she's motivated to achieve what she's long dreamt of, and that will progress them faster than their current pace without the stress. She looked at her side-tracked-looking best friend and imitated his smile as best as she could with her head tipped.

"What?" He mentally said while arching his right brow.

Hmm, someone's initiating a copycat challenge, and Phineas gladly accepts by arching his other brow. Isabella sassily and easily mimics it. How about alternating arching brows? Nope, too easy for the Fireside girl. How about the arm wave? Darn, it was still a piece of cake. Wait… how about, sniffing your own head with your nose? Phineas bends his nose and points the tip of his nose to sniff his own head like a flower.

"Hey! That's not fair!"

"You still can't do it."

"Hmph! Can you do this?"

She moves her eyebrows back and forth, and Phineas mimics it easily.

"Not my eyebrows, Pay attention to the bow."

He complied of course and surprisingly she is able to move her bow to make it look like it's dancing.

"Hey! Give me that!"

Bubbly, Isabella puts the bow on the head of her best friend allowing him to attempt his first try of bow dancing. Nothing of the sort happened sadly.

"How?"

"Secret." She teased.

"Aw c'mon. Please!"

"Nope, it's a girl's secret."

"Gee, If only I were a girl..."

"Seriously?"

"If it's to get my hands on that secret then yes!"

Isabella giggled. "I guess, I'll be the guy then."

"Wait." Phineas stopped walking. "Why would you need to be the guy?"

Isabella blushed. "Uhhh, well... you know... you need a counterpart in your life... Wait! No I meant-!"

"Hmmm, good point. I could mess up the space-time continuum... and it could lead to other complications... yeah, I guess I could use a gender counterpart, and who better than my best friend."

For once did Phineas's obliviousness come at a perfect time, if only she was brave enough to really tell him how happy she feels, but all she could do is look like a tomato head.

"Hey! Isabella you okay? Your face is really red!"

Now Isabella wants to scream, even if Phineas is directly in front of her holding her cheeks with both hands.

"You want a quick check up? There's a clinic I saw a while back."

Isabella giggled. "I'm fine. I'm just... in high spirits right now."

"High spirits for what?"

"For... for patch collecting. Yeah, that's it. We should get moving you know, we've... motivated myself enough."

"Oh! Okay then! What's our next move?"

As if to answer, she opened her mouth only to exhale without uttering anything. The Fireside manual was pulled out of her satchel and turned to the page of not yet completed patches.

"Do you have any ideas on how we're gonna break a world record?"

"Well, we're gonna have to consult either the Guinness record books or the book of the world's most pointless records."

"Only Baljeet would have something like that, do you know where he is?"

"We could call him… Or we could approach a world record event over there."

About a few feet away there were people gathering around probably for a world record event based on the posters pinned on the street lights, much to the duo's convenience.

"Come join us in witnessing challengers attempt to break the "Quickest Brain Freezer" record. Details and applications are available in the venue. Phineas, it's today!"

"Hey! Looks like Coltrane and his store's the sponsor! Wait, didn't he say he ran out of ice cream?"

"I think he lied on purpose so that his favorite customer wouldn't finish everything." She giggled.

"Very funny. To the Lunar Parlor!"

"With my date!" She giggled.

"Yeah! Wait no! Isabella don't even start with that!"

"Maybe you should accidentally kiss me again."

"Yuck! Maybe I should've stuffed your mouth with my own icky enzymatic ice cream."

"Maybe I would, and lick the spoon clean after."

"Ew! Okay, for a girl, you're really gross."


About twenty of the fans of the ice cream parlor gathered around to witness the event. Coltrane stood by the window on the side of the parlor with Roger Doofenshmirtz a few inches apart from him while the latter explained briefly the details of the contest. There's a table for two positioned in between them and an announcers table with a microphone, referee bell, and giant clock across the street, with the audience gathered there.

"Now, who wants to rise up to the challenge?"

"We would!" Called Isabella.

They came out from the side of the shop where the entrance was. Innocently, the two kids looked at Coltrane and the mayor respectively.

"Well well well, I'm impressed that another couple of kids are confident to accept the challenge!"

"Uhh, what do you mean by another?" Asked Phineas.

Sinisterly, the girl in between the two grown ups giggled. "Well well well, if it isn't Ms. Try-oh-so-hard Garcia Shapiro."

"That voice…"

Cheyenne, wearing a white dress with two golden blonde hair buns, cackled and stared venomously at Isabella.

"Well well well, if it isn't Ms. Cheater-liar-pants-on-fire Bellamy."

"Oh haha. What are you doing here anyway?"

Isabella flipped her hair back. "I told you, I'm finishing what I started. I'm gonna get that suit tomorrow no matter what!"

Surpised, Cheyenne widened her eyes at her bitter rival and enemy, but laughed as if a really hilarious joke was told to her.

"Isabella?" Phineas whispered. "Who is this annoying girl?"

"That's Cheyenne Bellamy. Ever since she was a recruit she's been sabotaging my squad's reputation and stealing the credit in almost all of our patches together, ending us up empty handed of patches by the end of the day. We complained and kicked her out, but now she has her own corrupt squad who follow her example. She told me yesterday that I wouldn't be able to achieve my dream."

Phineas gasped. "You?! You're the monster that told her those words?! Why I oughtta crush you like a paper ball with my Beak suit and toss you to the edge of the universe!"

Phineas panted as he finished his speech of anger. Everyone around him, including Isabella, looked at him bewilderingly, making him feel embarrassed.

"D-did I just blow up?" He whispered.

"You blew up good." Isabella winked.

Now, if only Phineas' heart could literally melt… but the feeling of bliss was replaced by denial when he caught sight of Coltrane's teasing look. He stuck out his tongue on Coltraine, who did the same afterwards.

"Well, who's cute boy Isabella?"

"Why I oughtta!" Isabella raged.

"Wait, oh! You're the one who Isabella always talks about aren't you? Phineas Flynn was it? Or should I say… Phinny?"

He swears something cold crawled up from his tailbone to his brain. He's afraid that he'll be having a nightmare tonight.

"Hey! Don't call him that, he gets sick."

"I'm fine. And I prefer Phineas thank you very much. And you owe someone an apology, which I demand right now!" He said, stepping forward a little.

"Oh! I'm threatened." Cheyenne said sarcastically.

"And you're going down. We're gonna take that record off your head!"

Phineas wasn't really comfortable going too far with conflicts, heck he'd rather resort into negotiations to prevent any fights. This, however, was made inevitably exceptional once Cheyenne posed as a threat to his promise. No matter how high the feat is, this Dorito head is ready for anything.

A boy behind her cackled menacingly. "L.O.L. You?! Outdo us in a world record? In your dreams!"

"Hey… that voice…" Muttered Phineas.

A familiar Dorito head appeared from behind Cheyenne along with a familiar guy who looked too much like Ferb, except for his hairstyle and outfit.

"Thor, gum me."

Thor gave a pebble of bubble gum to Thaddeus, who chewed it and popped a bubble with it.

"It's been a long time, Phineas, the only person who has ever outdone me."

"Wait, you're with her?" Asked Phineas.

"Thaddeus and Cheyenne, current record holders of the "Quickest Brainfreezer Challenge." Fifteen minutes. Or at least, it says in our certificate."

Thor hands over to Thaddeus a framed certificate with the title of the said challenge along with the inscriptions that read "Thaddeus and Cheyenne, current record holders for the Quickest Brainfreezer Challenge, beating the record by 15 minutes of eating the 6-foot tall of 5 lbs of various ice cream flavors."

"No way…" Muttered Isabella.

"Of course dozens have tried in the past months, but they could never outdo us." Thaddeus explained.

"Aww, it's okay Isabella. You can take the consolation prize on the way out." Taunted Cheyenne.

"Why you! You will eat your words up once we've taken that frame off of your hands!" Threatened Isabella.

Thaddeus chuckled. "You wish. I've already mentally calculated your chances of succeeding."

"That's just a game of probability Thaddeus." Said Phineas.

"Aw c'mon Phineas. We're both the geniuses here, don't you see the numbers too?"

No matter how many predictions Phineas could make in a short amount of time, he knew what he was thinking, and he was right. The scales are not in their favor.

"C'mon Isabella. Let's talk to Coltrane."

Irritated and doubtful, Phineas grabbed Isabella's hand and walked around their rivals, much to the latter's surprise. The three friends then watched mockingly, confident of an easy victory.

"Thor, Cheyenne, I know who we're gonna outdo today."


He was right, no one would understand what Thaddeus was talking about except Thor and Phineas himself. He never felt so helpless without his inventions in his arsenal. Even with sheer effort they'd never be able to consume a brain-freezing dessert that's as tall as Candace in time. It would take a miracle. There must be something he has missed, a miscalculation or an overlook. Damn those three for undermining his confidence.

"I never liked those three." Said Coltrane.

"They're the worst! Unsportsmanlike, unfair, and rude! I can't stand them! Good thing their taunts don't affect me as much as before, their trashtalking is nothing! But, for Phineas though..."

Breathing, he just felt a little destroyed on the inside and very angry. If only his conscience wasn't so strong inside of him, and now would be the best time, he'd invent something to publicly humiliate those three arrogant trashtalkers to avenge Isabella. Now he just thought over and over of some strategies that could help them achieve this particular patch, but so far he's thought of a brain freeze nullifying device, a stomach expander, a quick-digestion-aiding device, and hot ice-cream.

"Of all the times, please brain, give me a method, a strategy, not an invention. We could do all of this stuff tomorrow with Isabella's new costume so please, think like a chess player... No wait, think like Ferb!... If only Ferb was here..."

"Hello?! Earth to Phineas?!" Called Isabella.

Phineas woke to Isabella's gentle shaking of his hand.

"What?! Oh, sorry."

"Don't let those jerks get to your head Phineas! Their just so... Arrgh!"

"Sorry." Said Phineas.

"No!" She slapped Phineas.

"Ow! What was that for!"

"Snap out of it Phineas! I need to see feel my best friend's ever-so-contagious confidence! What they say is nothing! We just have to believe in ourselves Phineas! Beliieeeve! Don't you remember that Phineas?"

Believe. Hmm, I guess she has learned really well from our adventures. Not only does she know it, but she remembers it by heart.

"Hey! We're not about to take off a ramp in bicycles you know." He said jokingly.

"But we are about to eat a giant pile of ice cream within 15 minutes! Don't think logically Phineas, you've done the impossible before!"

"Well, with my inventions that is."

"Ha! Who needs inventions? You've got me."

...She's ginormously confident now. But it was enough to make him grin intriguingly

"And please, I know you too well for a giant ice cream challenge to stop you."

Hmmm, someone has been learning... a lot. Still, it's kinda amazing how infectious Phineas' optimism can be, most especially how it manifests to this particular girl. This Dorito head's got some moves.

"Let's eat some ice cream!" Said Phineas excitedly.

"Oh you'll get to treat me again tomorrow if I finish first!"

"You wish."

The both of them approached the mayor, who was at the table waiting for them to sit and prepare, and said that they were prepared to take the challenge.

"Bring out the Mt. Dairy!"

Even if the inscription on the Thaddeus and Cheyenne's certificate did say that it was a 5lbs of ice cream arranged to be almost as tall as Candace, they still couldn't help but awe majestically at the "tower of heaven", as they both called it, being carried to the table by a couple of the mayor's assistants. Coincidentally, they had the appetite to eat a big early lunch, they can worry about the stomach aches later after they've gotten their mouths stuffed with the creams of divinity.

"If you're thinking about getting discounts or certificates the next time you guys come here, think again." Said Coltrane.

"Oh that's okay. You can drive my mom out of business if you will feed me your ice cream 24/7." Said Isabella.

"I'll hold on to that suggestion."

"You gotta get past my mom first, like the Gandalfs parents can be."

"Cool! I always wanted to see an affro ice cream Balrog! You know, the kind that leaves chocolate chips and vanilla ice cream in it's quake, wields a cold frosty ice cream scooper for a sword and constantly growls: ICCCEE CREAAAM!... I'm gonna ask Ferb about that idea." Said Phineas.

"Well it's not just ice cream. It should be, LUNAR PARLOOOR ICE CREAAAM!"

"With the signature store sign plugged to his butt." Isabella giggled.

"Ew! Okay, it's official, you really are gross."

"What's so gross about... Ew! OMG Phineas?!"

"Forget that I said that then."

"Uhh, Coltrane?" Called Roger Doofenshmirtz. "Can you please join me in the announcer's table? I have meeting with Mr. President of Antartica in about an hour."

"Oh sorry Mr. Mayor. Well kids, have fun! And beat those guys!"

"You bet!" Said the both of them.

Cheyenne cackled. "You wish."

Everyone hurried to the side of the announcer's table, leaving the two kids alone with their spoons and giant dessert ready for eating.

"Alright! We will start the timer at the sound of the bell! Kids get-!"

Suddenly the bell rang, causing the two kids to start munching down the dessert without the timer starting giving the kids a few seconds before Coltrane clutchly hit the start button.

"Coltrane, who hit the bell?" Asked Roger.

"Sir, you had the button at your finger."

"Oh? But I didn't press it. Did I?"

Meanwhile, Phineas and Isabella ate their ice cream at quite a fast pace, but the latter is rushing to finish it. Isabella groans when she once felt a slight pain on her head.

"Isabella, try not to eat too fast. The strategy is to eat quickly, but in order to avoid brain freezing as much as possible, you have to be steady."

"That's a little easier said than done when you've got time pressure on your mind."

"Well, just slow down as soon as you feel pain, eat normal but then regain your pace once it fades. Use your tongue and saliva to press the cold sensation off the roof of your mouth."

Isabella now tries to eat slower than her current pace and tries to endure the cold a bit with the aid of her tongue pressing her entire roof. Over time the pain already faded, allowing her to resume her pace. His strategy was working.

Five minutes have already passed and by now they have eaten about halfway from Candace's ankles to her knees. Phineas expected that they would be able to reach the cherry on top by 14.5 minutes at best, but there's still more chances that they would overtime because of some unforseen events than the chance to beat the clock. Thankfully the bowl was large enough so that even if the ice cream tower would collapse it would still fall into the bowl. The tower did collapse as expected, but Phineas leaned too close to the tower that one scoop of chocolate ice cream landed between his ice, sending the cold sensation to his brain.

"Phineas?"

"Don't worry about me. Keep eating."

But the cold, sweet and salty ice cream was able to reach his eyes, unleashing a painful sting delaying him for a few vital seconds.

"It's over. At this rate without my help we'll overtime."

"Phineas!"

"I said I'm fine! Ice cream's just got to my eyes. Just go!"

He groaned in pain and tried to reach for a tissue on the table to wipe the ice cream off his eye lids. He was able to get some with the help of Isabella's hand, or what he felt it was her's. If he is ever going to continue without delay, he's gonna have to be blind for the next few minutes.

"Turn your head 30 degrees to the left and the ice cream will be right in front of you."

"Thanks!"

Seven minutes have already past and they just made it to about 45% of the ice cream bowl, or so Isabella says. As Phineas feared, it's not even half and they're falling crucially behind, furthermore there's the frostbite to think about. Surely they will overtime at this rate. But they can't give up just yet. Phineas turned his head towards the ice cream, wiped off the chocolate back to the bowl, not caring if it's already filled with sweat, and blindly scooped up ice cream to his mouth like a boy rushing to finish his breakfast cereal.

"Don't give up now Phineas. It's now or never. Do it for Isabella, do it for her patch, do it for her smile."

If there's anything that kills him worse than frostbitten eyes, it would be seeing Isabella devastated for life. He spent weeks not seeing her, spent weeks trying to combat his boredom, despite him being able to invent several other stuff for the sake of Carpe Diem. Now, he deserves a little more than to spend time with a depressed girl from across the street, heck he doesn't deserve that at all. Quality time, that's all he wants, time to catch up, time to regain lost time. From across the table, unkown to him, Isabella is blushing and gazing at Phineas.

"Isabella? What time is it?"

She snapped out of her fantasy immediately and looked at the clock on her left. It's exactly 10 minutes and counting.

"Think we can make it?"

"Well, only one way to find out! Like the heat of the sun, give it everything you've got Isabella"

"You got it!... Wait, did you just say heat of the sun?"

"Well, yeah I did... Wait a minute!"

Thankfully his eyes wasn't so painful anymore that he's able to open them and witness their giant bowl of heaven turn into a sticky pool of milk of various creamy colors with the cherry in the middle about to sink. They could hear murmurs questioning if this scenario is even fair, amongst them were Thaddeus, and Cheyenne who complained about it to the mayor. Phineas looked at Coltrane like a child waiting for his parent to allow him to play.

"Go go go go!" Yelled Coltrane.

The audience began to cheer now, much to the three's disdain.

"Straws, we need big straws!" Yelled Phineas.

"We only got these soda can straws!" Said Isabella.

"Grab a handful and stuff as much as you can into your mouth! Go!"

Isabella complies and begins sucking it like a vacuum, and gulps it down once she's got a mouthful. Phineas followed afterwards, slurping to the point that his cheeks inflated like a pair of puffer fishes, causing Coltrane to laugh on the announcer's table. 13 minutes have passed and they've consumed about 90% of the ice cream. Surely they can beat the record by a minute. But unexpectedly the side of the bowl broke, causing the two to instinctively move their heads away. It was caused by a pebble so Phineas looked to the direction where the shot came from but was only able to catch a glimpse of the clock, 14 minutes. The soupy ice cream was about to fall off the crack fast. Quickly but carefully, Phineas positioned his mouth to catch the falling ice cream. Isabella licked the spot where the last of the ice cream was and sprinted for the stop timer button.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1-!"

Isabella pressed the stop button. "I told you we'd beat your record!"

Indeed, the timer is clear evidence that the two were able to beat the current record... by 0.05 seconds. Cheyenne, however, still had her cocky smile on her face.

"Not quite."

-End of Chapter 6-