THAT IS THE LAST STRAW! YOU HAVE ANGERED THIS AUTHOR! I HAVE DONE SOMETHING THAT NO ONE WOULD SEE COMING! I HAVE PULLED AKUMA INTO MY STORY TO CO-HOST! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"Alright. That is weirding me out a little." Akuma says, walking up. There is a collective gasp from the audience. "I think you guys pushed him a little too far."

ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? HUH? ARE YA? *walks off, ranting maniacally*

"Umm... I guess I have to say it. Lichylichy doesn't own anything but me and Smiles. Lichylichy? Get down from that chandelier!"

"Alright. I've got the drinks." Smiles called walking out. There was a bunch of thanks as everyone grabbed their drinks. Adyson paused, waiting for the crowd to disperse. Smiles walked out, handing Adyson her drink, blushing profusely when she touched his hand when grabbing the drink.

"Thanks." She said, taking the straw and started slurping loudly. Smiles grabbed his own glass bottle of root beer and chugged down half of it to cool down his cheeks. He placed the bottle on the machine and started typing. The scene is replaced by a hillside at sunset.

"*whistle* Smiles. I never knew that you were a romantic." Adyson said in surprise. Smiles grinned at her, seating himself in the chair in front of the control machine. She smiled back. Adyson leaned forward, looking deep into his eyes. Smiles gulped nervously. A slight breeze started up, running through brown and purple hair.

"Smiles!" Phineas's voice came from the speaker, startling the two away from each other. "Is there any way to make this more interesting?" 'Oh, so cliffside sunset isn't good enough for you.' Smiles thought.

"Alright. How about a couple of jet planes?" Smiles says into the mike. Phineas's smile was easily seen even though he was ten feet away from the camera. Smiles's hands were a blur, typing quickly. Two one seat planes appeared, engines revving. Isabella's face was turned slightly down. She was obviously hurt that Phineas was "-quote- Too busy to notice me -unquote-", but when she saw the one seat planes her face smiled.

"Umm... Smiles. There is only two of these." Phineas said. Smiles pressed a button on the dashboard, a camera coming up.

Phineas

The sky was replaced by Smiles's smirking face.

"Oh good. You can count." Smiles egged. His cockiness got on my nerves. And why did the Garcia-Shapiros adopt him in the first place? He sliced up her leg and painted a smiling sun on the wall with it.

"There are only one seat in each of them." I explain.

"I can see that." Smiles answered. "Your point?"

"Isabella and I can't ride it at the same time."

"Sure you can." He replied.

"How?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"She sits on your lap." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"WHAT?" I can't belive he just said that. He was really crossing the line this time. "No!"

"Oh look." Smiles said, his face in a teasing frown. "You hurt her feelings."

"What are you-?" I start, but then I hear the sound of someone crying and the dome's doors hissing closed. I turn, Isabella was gone.

"Isa? Come on Isa." Smiles turned away from the moniter, his face disappearing from view. What did I do?

Smiles

"Alright girls!" I turn to the Fireside Girls. "I know that I am no Isabella, but we are going to have to cheer her up! Any ideas?" There was several ideas floating around.

"A giant chocolate!" Ginger suggested.

"Let's save that for Phineas's valentine blunder."

"Write her name in the sky!" Katie shouted.

"Not bad." I replied.

"A love poem?" Millie offered.

"Simplistic. However, I think Isabella would like something a little more... Phineas."

"I've got it!" Adyson shouted. Everyone turned to look at the usually background oriented Fireside Girl.

"Well..." Gretchen encouraged. Adyson gestured for them to huddle together. The Fireside Girls huddled in a circle. I could just make out Ady laying out the plan to the other Fireside Girls. Ady... My mind went back to that moment. Was she really going to do it? I stared off in space, my mind reconstructing that moment. Adyson leaning over, the world seemed to go in slow-motion, the wind flowing gently through her hair. Her lips pursed, reaching for mine. Just a few inches away... so... close... I'm wrenched from my day dream from someone yelling at me. Oh well, I guess it just isn't meant to be. I glance around, all of the Fireside Girls looking at me. Did I miss something?

"Huh?" I ask. Gretchen shook her head, eyes turned towards the sky.

"Come on. Your in this meeting too!" Adyson said, taking my hand and dragging me into the group. I blush as she pulls my head into the circle, my cheeks touching Holly and Adyson's, so close that it was surprising that they didn't notice the blush coming to my face. "Now, we are going to completely remake the Paris adventure. Now, how to do this?"

"Well, we do have a machine that makes false reality." Smiles replied.

"Well yeah. But how to-" I've turned away from the group, typing furiously. "Smiles? What are you doing?"

"Typing." I reply.

"I can see that. But what are you-?" The background shifted, buildings formed, and false people growing from the ground. There.

"Recreating the entire city of Paris, not a problem." Smiles smirked. "Getting Isabella to recreated Paris, a problem." I could see the group of Fireside Girls, Phineas, Ferb, and Vanessa standing behind me, thinking just as hard as I was. "I could always try kidnapping." I say with a shrug. From all of the glances, I could tell that they thought that was a bad idea. "Fine fine, no kidnappings. What is your brilliant idea?"

"Well, Phineas could always apoligize." Ginger offered.

"I have no reason to apologize." Phineas stated. "What Smiles said was extremely preposterous." Phineas was lifted a foot off the ground, by Gretchen no less.

"Flynn. Isabella had been in love with you since kindergarten. What Smiles offered was what she wanted for a long time. You and her, BF and GF. Officially."

"Alright." Phineas said, waiting for Gretchen to put him down. "Just one question." Gretchen sets him down, looking him square in the eye.

"Shoot."

"What does BF stand for?" Everyone groaned, and I could not help but facepalm. Judging from the sounds around me, everyone else was doing the same. Phineas, you can be a real idiot at times.

(Vivian's Pov)

I had just grabbed the clean clothes from the dryer and was walking by my nina's room, when I heard her talking to someone.

"...And that is what happened Pinky. What should I do?" My little Isa asked her dog. It wasn't unusal for her to talk to her dog in times of great stress. I was about to continue on my way, but the door was open a crack, something that only happens when Isa was in a real bad mood. Not helping myself, I peek in through the crack. What would one peak hurt?

I saw Pinky sitting in a chair, a fedora on his head. He was shaking violently, almost like he had trouble sitting. Of course he did, Isabella had placed him on the chair so that he was sitting up. There was also a notepad in his paw that read 'What happened?'. Isa was really upset if she dressed her chiuaua as a psychiatrist to help with Phineas. I almost let out a chuckle, until I saw the chiuaua tear off the piece of paper and start writing.

'You know that he is just being Phineas.' He wrote.

"Yeah I know. But... ah well. I guess he isn't the romantic type."

'You should have figured that out when Phineas had dressed Buford up as Cupid and hung him in front of Mishtie's face.' The dog wrote. Isabella gasped.

"You knew about that?" The little dog was making noises in the back of his throat, much like laughter. He was soon cut off by a pillow to the face, courtesy of Isabella. "That wasn't very professional."

'Never engage an O.W.C.A. agent.' It read. He jumped at Isabella, a pillow in his paw that he managed to swipe while she was busy reading. Soon, the room was covered in feathers, and two limp pillowcases, as well as my daughter and Pinky, both tired out. I knock on the door.

"Isa. I have your clothes from the dryer!" I say.

"Alright mom!" She comes to the door, opening it wide. Strangely enough, the mess wass gone and the pillows were filled, and Pinky was sleeping in his bed, no fedora in sight. Did I just...

"Umm... Isa. We tell each other everything... right?" I ask.

"Of course." She responds, putting her clothes in the closet. I couldn't tell if she was lying... was I hallucinating? I wasn't that old... was I?

"I finally got Lichylichy down from the chandelier, no thanks to you guys." Akuma snarled.

Yeah... sorry bout that. Anyway, please review! PLEASE! OR I'LL GET BACK ON THAT CHANDELIER!

"NO!"