In the First dimension...

Bella's Prospective-

I sighed. It has been a couple minutes since Phin ended the phone call.

Where was he?

I guess we can wait a little bit more, all of my friends where either talking to each other or on their phones. I didn't feel like taking selfies with the fireside girls or get into a fight with Buford. And I wasn't going to sit with Balijeet or watch Adyson flirt with Django. So I simply walked over to the tree in Phineas and Ferb's backyard and sat under it. Four years hasn't changed me much. Despite growing, and how I now go by Bella instead of Isabella. My long raven black hair has grew even longer, I no-longer wear a pink dress and a white tank but now a light purplish-pink tee with a white kami top underneath and jean shorts, nothing too crazy. I no longer wear a huge bow on the top of my head. I pull my hair out of my face and put that in a little pony-tail in the back of my head, and cover the hair tie with a small purple bow. I liked my new look. The others haven't changed their appearance much either. And we still invent almost-everyday of summer. So four years hasn't really changed us much.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket, hoping that Phin texted me. But nothing. Maybe I should see what's keeping him.

I got up and ran into the Flynn-Fletcher house, I climbed up the stairs, first I stopped in Phineas's room. And he wasn't there. So I turned around and entered Ferb's room. My phone dropped out of my hand, and my jaw dropped in awe.

What. Is. Going. On.

In the second dimension...

Isabella's Prospective-

I sighed, the fight was a dud. A complete waste of my time. Phineas would be glad he didn't go, I wonder what he had to work on anyway. He normally comes along with us, what was he working on again?

"Hey do you guys want to see what Phineas was up too?" I asked the rest of the gang.

"Sure, yah I guess so" Django mumbled as he took another bite of his candy car.

"Why do you care about what Flynn's up to anyway Isabella?" Buford taunted.

"Because I want to know what the kid is up too" I grunted and whipped my head around to face him, sticking my fist in his face, "You gotta problem with that?"

"No" Buford said simply and looked away,

I knew I was tougher than him, and he knew that too. And that, was the best part.

When we reached Phineas's house we all just walked in, what's the point of knocking? All the parents have left to the factory's anyway. Well, except the ones that work in the shops downtown. So whatever.

"Hey Flynn!" Django called up to him "We are back!"

No answer. Weird.

"I'll go see what he is up too" I told the others, who where all sitting on the living room couch. Not waiting for an answer, I walked up the stairs and over to Phineas's room.

"Hey Flynn, Whatcha-doing..." I was talking to an empty room. Great.

I carefully step into his room. He must never clean up in here. His bedroom/laboratory was scattered with notebooks and random odds-and-ends from his "experiments" He must be working on something pretty big.

"Flynn, 'you hiding from me?" I said, trying to make my voice sound as tough as possible. "We aren't five years old Phineas. I don't like your games"

Where was he? I grew very quiet, listening... carefully. I could hear something, a soft bussing. Coming from his closet? Weird.

"Flynn I know your in there." I said, a little annoyed. "Come out or I'm gonna smack ya." Yet, I heard nothing. Only the soft bussing and the noise from my friends downstairs.

Ok, enough with this. I walked over to Phineas's closet and saw. A portal? Oh no. Oh no he did not.

That wasn't a very long chapter sorry about that. I wanted to leave this chapter off as a cliff hanger.

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