A/N: Hi all my friends and all those who aren't my friends. I am back! It hasn't been very long but I have decided to drag myself out of bed and write a new story just for you. I know, I'm just that sweet! Anyway, my contests have not gotten a lot of publicity lately. RobotWolf26Z and Sabrina06 are winning. You can ask them yourselves. They each got fabulous prizes given directly by me! I'm going to start a new story not related to the Military School one. These will be like episodes, just to keep you on your toes.

Random Band:Our summer love was the best that it could get. We'd have so much time in the sun.

Now we have school work that we wish we could forget. That means we can't have fun.

Phineas:Um. Hello? Mic on? Let us do the singing, thank you. 1, 2, 3, 4!

Isabella-Whatever. I'm not wearing something like that ever.

Gretchen-I'm throwing tantrums like it's bad weather. Woah-oh-oh!

Phineas-Step back! Watch me become the quarterback.

Ferb-I'm saving up for my Cadillac. Woah-oh-oh.

All-Has life always been this crazy? I'm never prepared or am I just that lazy?

I've got love and I'll just be coming back for more. I'll just see life like I've never seen before.

It's fantastic. No, it's Phintastic! It's fantastic. No, it's Phintastic.

(Just to specify, all speaking parts in this song are indicated by colons and the dashes by the names are just the flashing images you see in the beginning of a theme song)

*Danville Middle School*

Danville Middle School. It was one of the most famous middle schools in Danville with it's many lockers, bullies, cliques, drama, and the wonderful P&F gang just doing their regular school things. Oh look! Here they come now. I'm sorry I sound like a weirdo but I'm tired and writing this.

*P&F*

"Can you believe we're in middle school?" Phineas asked.

"Phineas, we've been in middle school for a week. I think the daze should be over," Ferb stated.

"Don't you see? There is more room to do stuff like drama, sports-" Phineas started.

"Football!" Ferb interrupted.

"Cheer!" Isabella and Gretchen cheered.

"Let's get to class," Phineas announced.

*Science Class*

"Hello, everyone. As you know, I am Ms. Long," the science teacher greeted. "Today, we are going to be talking about minerals. Minerals are inorganic solids..."

Phineas was hastily drawing in his sketchbook, Isabella was doodling pictures of Phineas, Ferb was leaning back in his chair asleep, and Gretchen was furiously taking notes along with Baljeet. The rest of the class didn't even pay attention, especially Buford who kept shooting spit balls at the kid in front of him.

"Ferb, what is the definition of a mineral?" Ms. Long snapped.

"A mineral is an inorganic solid that forms on or beneath Earth's surface," Ferb stated and he went back to sleep.

"OH!" the rest of the class cheered.

"As I was saying..." the teacher continued.

*Hallway*

"Ferb, how did you do that in your sleep?" Phineas asked.

Ferb pointed to his head.

"Oh," Phineas realized.

"I don't know why I even take notes anymore. I know the material like the back of my hand," Gretchen stated.

"That's why I drew sketches for a new project. Latte anyone?" Phineas explained.

"I'm surrounded by geniuses and all I can get is a C+ in science!" Isabella complains.

"A C+? How do those look like?" Ferb asked.

"Fletcher, you're one word away from making me come over and rip your face off," Isabella threatened.

Ferb walked to the other side of Phineas.

"You know, it's okay that you have bad grades. I can help you get better ones, if you want," Phineas suggested.

"It's okay. I can get to at least straight B's. It's not like it depends on anything now. Gretchen, Fireside Girl meeting after school," Isabella directed.

"Got it, Chief," Gretchen replied. "I miss saying that."

*After School*

After a long and boring school day, you would like to come and hang out with your friends in a top-secret Fireside Girls meeting.

"Okay, time for the Girl Talk patch!" Isabella ordered.

"Do we have to?" the girls groaned.

Isabella glared at them and they straightened up.

"It's a transitional badge we need to move up higher in our ranks. I don't want anything holding us back. Now, our first topic is trust. Do we all trust each other?" Isabella asked.

"Yes!" they cried unanimously.

"Do we trust those close to us?" Isabella continued.

There was silence.

"Okay, what is going on here?" Isabella demanded. "Who do we not trust? Gretchen? Adyson?"

"I don't think we should go on that subject," Gretchen suggested.

"Do you guys not trust me?" Isabella asked.

"We trust you," Ginger replied.

"Let's just forget about this patch," Milly suggested.

"We have to get every patch. There is no patch too hard to achieve," Isabella quoted.

The clock struck 5 and all the Fireside Girls started to pack their stuff.

"There's a meeting on Friday. Don't forget. Meeting adjourned!" Isabella declared.

When all the girls had left and it was just her alone, she sat and wondered, Do I really need every patch?

Yes. No matter how hard, there is no patch too hard to achieve.

"Isabella, I need to see you for a moment," Mrs. Fireside requested.

"How may I help you, Mrs. Fireside?" Isabella asked.

"It seems like you are doing well in helping your girls achieve their patches," Mrs. Fireside started.

"I do. I help them and train them to be the best troop in the whole USA," Isabella agreed.

"Though, it seems like you have not completed one patch to be able to move on to the next level," Mrs. Fireside stated.

"What? I did the Help Thy Neighbor Patch, Aquatic Safety Patch, Sewing Patch, Tonsillectomy Patch, everything!"

"Have you gotten the straight A patch?"

"Of course I-well..."

"You see, we want our Fireside Girls to be on top but we want to make sure that it doesn't interfere with their schoolwork. But you see, we have created the Straight A patch and you haven't accomplished it since you were a Daisy. I am sorry to say this but, if you don't get straight A's by the end of this week, you will not earn the patch, not move on with the other, and we will have to give the role of leader to someone else."

"W-wait. You don't have to do that. I promise I will get straight A's by the end of this week."

"Very good. I am counting on you, Isabella and am hoping you will succeed. Goodbye and good luck."

*Isabella's House*

Smart by the end of this week? Why did I agree to do that? Why am I such a B student? Why can't I be a genius like my friends. NO! I will not bring myself down like that. I just need a tutor. A smart tutor. Who do I know is smart and will do anything for me? Someone who would be willing to spend time with me. Someone who would drop everything and teach me because they feel the need to.

*Baljeet's House*

"No," Baljeet answered strictly.

"But why?" Isabella asked.

"I have no time for this. Did you think I would drop everything and teach you because I feel the need to?"

"Kind of."

"Well you have thought wrong."

"Please. This is really important and I will lose everything if I don't get straight A's by the end of this week."

"What would be my benefit?"

"A hug?"

"Hm..."

"From Ginger?"

"Deal."

"Wait what?"

"Do you want to study or not?"

"Right on!"

*Study Week Montage*

Work work day and night. Try to get that 4.0.

Beat that 3.5 GPA. Learn everything that I wanna know.

Fractions. Aquatics. Civil War. Robotics. Finance. Economics.

The history of Marilyn Monroe!

GPA! GPA! DO THE STUDY ROCK!

GPA! GPA! DO THE STUDY ROCK!

AND GET THAT A!

*End Montage*

"Are you ready?" Baljeet asked.

"I'm ready!" Isabella answered.

"ARE YOU PUMPED?"

"I AM SO PUMPED!"

"Then calm down because the last test is about to start. Good luck, Isabella."

"Thanks Baljeet."

"You are welcome."

*30 minutes later*

"I did it! I got an A! I can move on in life! Thank you so much!" Isabella cheered.

"Very good. Now, it's time for my end of the bargain," Baljeet reminded her.

"Oh yeah. Ginger!" Isabella called.

Ginger came out onto the scene.

"What is it?" Ginger asked.

"Can you do me a favor and hug Baljeet?" Isabella asked.

"You don't have to tell me twice," Ginger agreed as she squeezed the life out of him.

"Is this what they mean by tough love?" Baljeet sqeaked.

Just then, Phineas, Ferb, and Gretchen walk up.

"Hey, Izzy. I heard Baljeet helped you study for the tests. You know, I could have helped you. Studying together, drinking hot cocoa, watching movies in between, maybe sleeping over if we go too late. That would have been a real week. It's cool you picked Baljeet, though," Phineas explained.

"No, that's what they mean by tough love," Isabella groaned.

GPA! GPA! DO THE STUDY ROCK!

GPA! GPA! DO THE STUDY ROCK!

AND GET THAT A!

A/N: This is the end of it. I am really proud of this chapter. I didn't know I was capable of making a cool and funny episode. I know it's short but I'm proud. As mentioned above, I have a contest where fans answer trivia questions about the show. Here is a new one:

Where does Charlene Doofenshmirtz live?

Hard one, huh? R&R and Ciao!