The small café, a perfect spot for a quick and light lunch, was particularly busy that Friday afternoon. Isabella Garcia-Shapiro figured it was because of the new office building across the street that had been completed last week. The new employees needed a spot close by to enjoy their midday meal. Isabella wished they had chosen something else. It was not that she did not like these new people, for they seemed very nice. But she enjoyed her one hour lunch break and wished it could be quieter, especially on this particular day.

Isabella sighed as she stirred some sugar into her iced tea, waiting for her chicken salad sandwich to arrive. She was hoping to spend her lunch with her boyfriend, but Phineas had acted so strange when she asked him to join her. She had texted him, right before she was to leave for her lunch break, but he had never texted her back so she left on her own. Now she was left to think about what she had done to upset her boyfriend. It was hard to do that when she couldn't even hear herself think.

"Isabella." Isabella jumped at the sound of her name. She turned around in her chair and saw her boyfriend's step-brother making his way towards her.

"Ferb," Isabella said, surprised. She moved her purse to her feet, clearing a chair for her friend to sit in. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see my favorite Latina-Jewish friend," Ferb said. Isabella giggled.

"I believe I am your only Latina-Jewish friend," she replied. Ferb chuckled.

"Well now you ruined the moment," he teased. "So how have you been this fine summer afternoon? Keeping cool?"

"Just barely," Isabella said. "I had to go interview the CEO of that new office building across the street and he refused to do the interview inside as he said the lighting was too dark. We had to do it on the roof where he had his secretary hold an umbrella over his head. I'm glad I wore sunblock."

"That sounds awful," Ferb replied, looking generally concerned for his friend.

"It gets worse," Isabella continued. "Then I get to work and the air conditioner unit is broken. I had two articles to write and five other articles to edit in that uncomfortable heat. It seems no one has any respect for journalists."

"I do," Ferb replied. "If it were not for you I am sure I would not know what was happening in Danville."

"I am quite confident you would," she replied back. She groaned and leaned back in her chair. "Gosh, I wish it were summer."

"It is summer."

"No I mean real summer," Isabella said. "As in summer vacation. All those years visiting you guys in your backyard and helping you with all your crazy contraptions. You always knew how to keep cool."

"Well I could take a look at that AC unit," Ferb said. "I'm sure I could fix it."

"Thank you Ferb," Isabella said, smiling. "But I still wish we were ten again. Keeping cool was never so much fun."

"What was your favorite summer invention?" Ferb asked. Isabella tapped her chin, her eyes scrunched up in concentration.

"I do not know," Isabella replied. "To tell you the truth, you guys made so many I can't remember all of them. The rollercoaster, the waterslide, the trip around the world, I wish I had a list or some sort of scrapbook with all of your Big Ideas in it."

"I do." Ferb and Isabella jumped in their seat at the sound of that voice. They turned and saw Irving pulling a chair up to their table, a book in his hand.

"Irving," Isabella said, annoyed. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," Irving replied happily. "I heard about your little problem and I figured I could help."

"You should not eavesdrop on people," Ferb said. Isabella nodded in agreement. Irving didn't seem to be listening and instead was flipping through the book that he had placed on the table. Ferb and Isabella recognized it as the scrapbook Irving carried around wherever he went.

"Here is where Phineas and Ferb turned their mom's car into a life-size remote control car," Irving said, pointing to a picture. "And this is when they became one-hit wonders. Oh, here's a good one. This was when they became fashion designers."

"What are you doing Irving?" Isabella asked.

"Helping you find your favorite Big Idea," Irving answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"But I don't need to do that," Isabella said. "I like all their ideas."

"I don't know," Ferb said, leaning over to look at the book. "It might be cool to know your favorite idea."

"Fine," Isabella said, annoyed. Grabbing the book from Irving, she began flipping through the pages of memories. "Oh, my favorite is the hot air balloon race."

"Cool," Ferb said. But before he could say anything else, Isabella was speaking again.

"Oh, wait," she said, flipping the page again, "The magic carpet. That was really fun. I change my mind, the time machine is my favorite."

"Are you-" Ferb began but was once again cut off.

"Wait," she said. Ferb could see there were tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. "This one, this one is my favorite." She handed the book to Ferb who smiled at the sight of it.

"Well got to go," Ferb said suddenly, getting up. "Better get that AC unit finished before your lunch break is up."

"I'll come with you," Isabella said, getting up too. But at that moment her sandwich came and she was forced to sit back down.

"Don't worry Isabella," Ferb said. "Just enjoy your lunch. Come along Irving." Irving squealed at this and quickly followed Ferb out the door, leaving Isabella to wonder what she said to make Ferb act so strange.

"What are we doing now Ferb?" Irving asked, excited. Ferb frowned. There was no way Irving was going to ruin Phineas's plans.

"I was actually thinking you could pick something up for me," Ferb said. Irving began jumping up and down.

"A job, really?" Irving asked. "What do you want me to do?"

"I need you to pick up a few things for me," Ferb said, handing him a piece of paper. "It's all in Bennytown. I have no time to get there so I was hoping you could."

"You bet," Irving said, taking the paper. "Can I keep the paper once I'm done?"

"Uh, sure," Ferb said, shrugging. Irving squealed and ran off. "That will keep him busy for a few hours. Now it's time to call Phineas." Ferb fished his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed his brother's number.

Thanks to Emmi194 and TheNargana for favoriting (is that a word) and alerting (?) my story. And thanks to the guest reviewer. I like that word..."Ferbish". So cute!

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