Isabella's pov
"I didn't know this many people could fit into a helicopter." Candace groaned. We were flying towards the base – very slowly. "Hey Ferb could you maybe speed it up a bit?"
"Of course – if you don't mind crashing and burning in the trees below us." Ferb said from the cockpit – if you could call it that. I was crushed into my dad, but that did give me a chance to learn more about him. Of course, since I was too cramped to look up, I couldn't tell if he was lying by facial expression.
"So Dad, what do you do for a living?" I asked. "Are you in MI6 too?" Emma snorted from up front in the less-cramped room of the cockpit.
"No way." She said.
"No, I am the head of an organization called the OWCA, the Organization Without a Cool Acronym." He said.
"No offense but that really is not a cool acronym." Baljeat put in.
"I'm with the nerd on this one." Buford said.
"Shut up guys. I like it." I said. "Go on Dad. So you're the leader of a bunch of spies, like Emma, Sammy, and Elina?"
"And Beka." Ferb and Beka chorused.
"Whatever. Are you?" I asked.
"Sort of. My agents are sort-of – um, special class." He said awkwardly.
"So they're assassins? Cause we could use a couple of them right now. And more planes this one's gettin a little crowded." Buford said.
"No they're not assassins; they're just, um, not what you would expect a spy to be." HE said.
"So they're all undercover agents?" I asked.
"Yes, yes, they're undercover agents." He said. "And very good ones at that."
"Cool." I said. "Do I know any – WHOA! Ferb! What's going on?" I yelled. The helicopter was dipping and diving uncontrollably.
"I don't know, but I think it has something to do with that island down there!" Beka answered for him. "Hang on to something – we're gonna crash!" We all grabbed onto each other as the plane dove.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" We screamed.