This is partly filler, starting from the line break in the middle of the story. I got lazy and decided to cut the chapter short. Well, at least you got something!

11. Spill The Beans, Literally

Ferb's POV

"We forgot to get Phineas and Mica!"

Isabella began to run off, but I shouted: "Wait!"

She stopped. "Sorry, Ferb! What do you want?"

I was taken aback. "Well, that just brings an entirely new question here!"

"Which is?"

"Why are you being so polite to me, especially after this talk about the group's breakup?" I asked.

"Well," she started. "No one's watching, since Phineas and Mica are...y'know...and we just kissed and all, so..." she trailed off, "Second question?"

"Two: can you..." I blushed.

"Ferb?"

"Can you please kiss me again?" I asked.

She smiled. "Sure, Ferb!" She accepted the offer, as she planted another one on my lips.

"We're not finished!" I exclaimed.

"Absolutely not!" she replied. I smirked. Where would her lips go next?

"So, Phineas and Mica?" I changed the topic for now.

"Sure,"

"Okay, here's the plan,"

All of a sudden, a record scratched as the music stopped. A crash was heard,

Then silence.

We waited a few seconds; no response.

Peeking around the corner, we saw they were passed out.

"Okay, change of plans," I said. "This is easy, grab them and follow me.

Phineas' POV

W-W-Where am I?

My vision cleared up. I found a certain girl hovering above me,

"Are you okay, Phineas?" she asked.

My head was throbbing like crazy, and I'm assuming hers did too; she held it painfully.

"Yeah, Mica, I'm fine. Thanks f-"

*CRASH*

"OW!"

Out from the rubble came Ferb and Isabella. Both were covered in dirt and were coughing.

"We should've went with something different," Ferb commented. The two turned to me.

I took the opportunity to ask a question: "What's this?"

Isabella replied, "We wanted to try an entrance."

"At least you made it through." I said.

"Yeah…" Isabella drawled, "So, whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing…?"

"Yeah, right," Ferb popped in, eyes narrowed. "We know you two are secretly dating."

"No…?" What was wrong with them? "We're not dating…right, Mica?"

"Uh, come on!" Mica drawled. "Phineas, let's go."

"Can I-we have a word with him."

Mica pondered for a second. "Sure, just let me know when you're finished." She walked into the other room, suspiciously, keeping her eyes on us as we moved.

General POV

"Well, Mica's-what a stupid name-"

"Hey!"

"-not here, so spill the beans."

Isabella tipped over an open can of beans. The contents splattered all over the floor beside Ferb's broken bed - and onto Phineas' new $300 shoes.

"MY SHOES!" Phineas exclaimed.

Ferb and Isabella grimaced. "Yeah…" Ferb said. "We'll get you new ones…"

"Our money." Isabella added.

Phineas pondered, then shrugged. "Eh," he replied, "fair enough."

"Anyways," Ferb started, "once again..." He got real close. "Spill the freaking beans." he whispered into Phineas' ear.

Phineas' POV

I shuddered. "Stand 3.2 feet away - approximately one metre - and I'll tell you." I ordered.

My former crush and step-brother complied.

"Okay," I started. Ferb got ready to answer first. "We're honestly not dating, but I might-I do, have a teensy-tiny crush on her…"

"And by "teensy-tiny" you mean huge?"

"Yep."

"Hey!" Mica walked into the bedroom. "You guys done?"

"Yeah…" I replied.

"Don't worry," said Mica. "I didn't hear anything. I found earplugs on the ground, in used condition, the earwax gave it away. I'm assuming they belong to one of you?" She referred to Ferb and Isabella.

"How much earwax?" Ferb asked. "And that's disgusting."

"Just the tip,"

"One: it's mine," replied Ferb. "Two: that's what she said,"

"I'm assuming there's a three?" I guessed.

"Yeah; three: come with us, leave everything."

"Why?" I asked.

"And where?" Mica added.

"Just come."

General POV

"Wait," Phineas realized. "Weren't we just here?"

"Yeah…" replied Ferb. "Continuity error?"

"Probably." Isabella joined. "The author doesn't know what he's doin'!"

"Yeah…" Mica drawled.

"Let's abate this." Ferb suggested.

"What?" Everyone else was confused.

"Y'know, abate: to reduce or lessen."

"Oh, okay," Phineas replied. "I abhor these uncommon, forgotten words."

"To really hate?" Ferb asked.

"Yeah,"

"Guys, can we stop?" Mica asked.

"Yeah," Isabella added. "This is really anachronistic."

"Out of the context of time or o-"

"STOP!"

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