A/N: Kudos to all who reviewed and thanks for your requests! I'm sorry if I don't use some of them. I really need to get inspired to write, so please don't be offended if I never use them. Still, look for them. I might include several requests in one chapter.
Morning was perhaps the best part of the day for Phineas and Ferb. There was so much potential. Today was a new day, a blank slate. They could do or be anything they wanted to. It was for that feeling Phineas and Ferb got up every day.
Isabella had invited Phineas, Ferb, Baljeet, and Buford over for a sleepover the day before, and they had all accepted. At around eleven, Isabella went to her bedroom while the boys camped out in the living room. Phineas and Isabella were the only two to fall asleep before twelve.
Phineas opened his eyes, looking at the clock on the wall. Six fifty-nine. Figures he should wake up early. Crawling out of his sleeping bag, Phineas decided to see if Isabella was up; the others were sound asleep in their sleeping bags.
He crept quietly up the stairs to Isabella's room and peered in. Isabella was up, and looked as though she'd been that way for a while. She was sitting on a chair in front of her vanity, wrestling with her hair, attempting to drag a brush through it and being thoroughly unsuccessful.
"Ow! That is the last time I forget detangler before bed!" she said, clearly frustrated.
"Can I help?" said Phineas from behind her, causing her to jump. She began to stand up, but was stopped by Phineas' gentle but firm grip on her shoulder.
Sitting back down, she said, "What're you going to do?"
"Do you remember when we made the hair salon?"
"No," Isabella replied slowly.
"Oh, maybe you weren't there," the redhead said, rubbing his ear. "We developed an anti-frizz spray that was made from three things: water, lemon juice, and this stuff." Phineas picked up a can of cheap hairspray off Isabella's vanity. She'd only used it once, but the can was only half full. Unscrewing the lid, Phineas added the other two ingredients. After putting the lid back on, the boy shook the can and sprayed the mixture on Isabella's hair. He set the can down on the vanity and, picking up the brush, began to run it through Isabella's hair. In no time, her hair was back to normal.
"Wow," said Isabella, admiring his handiwork, "Thanks!"
"You're welcome," he replied, blushing slightly.
After breakfast, everyone started gathering their things. Pulling him to the side, Isabella asked Ferb, " Remember that time you built the hair salon?"
Ferb looked at her quizzically and said, "Isabella, we never built a hair salon."