A/N: Welcome back! Kudos to those who have patiently waited for me to update! This is a request by WordNerb93, with my own little Across the Second Dimension (curse you, Amnesia-inator!) twist. By the way, the disclaimer below is just in case.
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb.
Phineas stood in a strange room with all his friends and a pharmacist. Ahead of him was a large contraption clearly meant to shoot some sort of ray. To the left of the machine sat a gangly teenager with red curly hair typing furiously at a monitor that appeared to operate as controls. Standing beside him was a dignified-looking man with short white hair and a mustache. Between them was Perry, who was wearing a fedora.
"Major Monogram?" said Isabella, who Phineas suddenly realized was standing on his immediate left, clearly addressing the white haired man.
"Yes?" replied Major Monogram.
"So, we won't remember any of today?" asked Isabella.
That must be what the contraption's for, Phineas thought to himself.
"That's correct," said the man.
"Good," said Isabella, turning and yanking Phineas forward into a kiss. Even in the dream, Phineas felt the thrill of ecstasy wash over him.
Pleasantly surprised, he gasped and exclaimed, "Isabella!"
"Hit it, Carl!" said Isabella, directing this at the person at the monitor.
Phineas suddenly realized what was going to happen. "Wait, wait WAIT!" he cried.
FLASH
Phineas started awake, falling off his bed and waking up Ferb in the process.
"Ow," Phineas said from the floor.
"Well, we might as well get up," remarked Ferb sourly, looking at the clock, which read 6:55. "What was the dream about?"
Phineas blushed. "Well, um, i-it, uh…"
"Oh," said Ferb, walking out of the room.
"Wh-what?" stuttered Phineas. "I didn't say anything!"
Ferb shot him a look.
"It was NOT obvious!" said Phineas.
"Did it include-" Ferb began.
"It had NOTHING TO DO with Isabella!" Phineas said malevolently.
"I never said it did," replied Ferb, leaving Phineas blushing and stuttering madly.