Phineas' pov
Ferb was acting weird all morning. He kept looking at me weird like he knew something about me or my dad. I hoped he wouldn't hate me if he ever did find out.
"Guys. Planning time. Phineas, Ferb, you guys are supposed to be geniuses, what's taking so long?" Suzy said. She was pressuring us a lot. I rubbed my forehead.
"Well Ferb could probably follow the thought trail of one of the people who got captured." I said. Candace snorted.
"Yeah and then what?" She asked. Buford nodded.
"Yeah Dinner Bell! What do we do when we get there? Just run into a dang military base like raging maniacs?" He asked. I glared at him. Military base. Riiiiiight.
"It's not a military base Buford. It's a secret base of professional killers and scientists who pose as the CIA to get what they want." I told them.
"And that's so much better, why?" Isabella murmured.
"Hey how come you know so much about this stuff Phineas?" Ferb asked. The only words he'd said to me all morning, but why did it have to be that? I felt all of my friend's – and Suzy and Candace's – eyes on me. Stop staring you'll burn holes. I thought uncomfortably.
"Uh, umm." I said, trying to think up words to say. "I, uh –" Ferb looked at me, and for the first time in years I saw in his eyes not love or amusement, but distrust and suspicion.
"I think you know something about them that you're not telling us." Ferb said accusingly.