This is happy, I swear. I swear. I swear by my brother's life. If I'm lying, then you can shoot him in the face. (just kidding, but it IS happy)

The wedding was nothing less than extravagant, as Candace had fought tooth and nail for. She had even let her brothers sing, as the only way they were allowed to help (because she absolutely did not want to risk having a chicken cake). Of course, under the condition that she got to pick the song.

And Candace (of course) assigned them, Isabella, Buford, and Baljeet to their own table, for fear of them 'weirding out' anyone she knew (and it was for that reason that Ferb had made a mental note to do just that if he got the chance, if only to spite her).

The brothers sat at the table, more or less alone. Buford was off in space, happily nomming on a chicken leg, and Baljeet was reading something under the table. In any case, neither of them were listening to them at all.

"So…" Phineas started. "…You can remember it too… right?"

Ferb nodded.

"But… technically none of it ever happened," Phineas continued. "So… Why do we remember it? I mean… We're still alive, you never went back in time, none of it even happened. But still, it's like it DID. Why do you think that is?"

Ferb looked up, in thought, then answered. "Well… Perhaps remembering it reminds us to live every day like it's our last. Carpe dium… And all of that."

Phineas jumped up. "Oh yeah! That reminds me… There's… something I have to do."

Isabella was on the dance floor, talking to Candace. She was wearing a flowing, glittery pale pink dress, and her hair had been pulled back with a matching pink ribbon. She was beautiful.

Without any warning whatsoever, Phineas went up and kissed her.

It lasted for a good minute or so, and when Phineas pulled away, Isabella was stunned. Her face was bright red, her lips were moving at least ninety miles per hour, but she said nothing. After a few seconds of this, she finally fainted.

"I…Isabella?"

Ferb had to fight the urge not to laugh out loud as he watched the frantic display of Phineas desperately trying to wake up Isabella, only to have her faint again several times from him being too close. It was hysterical.

0-0-0

"Oh, man… You didn't…"

"Of course I did. I'm rather proud of the shot, actually…"

"I can't believe you took a picture of it!"

"What good brother wouldn't?"

Phineas laughed. "I wonder if Izzy's mad at me for catching her off guard like that."

"I guess we'll find out when she wakes up."

Perry walked beside them happily, not contributing to the conversation, but finding it funny.

The way that the agency had handled Perry's change in species was very elaborate, but it was efficient. They had reprogrammed everyone who knew them into thinking that he was Ferb's biological brother. Since they technically hadn't discovered Perry's secret, the boys' memories were messed with as well, but they still knew, of course. Perry, strangely, hadn't kept any memories of that day, as he shouldn't have. It was probably better that way.

The world could be exactly as it was always meant to be. Phineas and Ferb would spend every day in the summer doing something spectacular and physically impossible, but this time, their brother, Perry, would leave during the day, to go to "work". But no one would question it, because no one was supposed to question it. And every now and then, Candace would drop by, if only to try once more to get them in trouble.

Things were normal again.

Or… as normal as they really had ever been.

0-0-0

In the same dream, Phineas was lying once more on the ground, bleeding.

But this time, Ferb refused to just sit back and do nothing. He struggled against his invisible chains, fighting them with all of his strength, until they finally broke. He rushed to his brother's side and picked him up, cradling him in his arms.

Almost immediately, Phineas closed his eyes, smiling, as if relieved, and his injuries disappeared all at once.

It would then turn to a white world. Ferb was a child again, and so was Phineas. Their hands touched, and the dream was over, never to be had again.

Okay, that was the most clichéd thing I've EVER typed. But I've had it in mind from chapter three, so BEAR WITH ME.

Stay tuned, if you will, for the EPILOGUE.