In the backyard, Isabella and Gretchen sank down in exhaustion against the famous backyard tree. Phineas had worked them ragged and still expected them to help. "Come on, girls! We have to finish this!"

Isabella stood up and tucked some stray locks behind her ears. "Okay Phineas, what do you need now?" Phineas looked at the almost completed structure. "It needs to be painted, wired and furnished. We then need to start cooking." He replied as though that were the most obvious answer.

Gretchen stood up and planted her hands on her hips. "No. I've had it. I've got splinters in my hands, glass in my hair and if it weren't for the fact that I'm wearing glasses, I'd have sawdust in my eyes. You're so concerned about proving yourself that you don't consider others." She ranted and made her way to the gate.

Isabella and Phineas blinked in surprise at her outburst. Soon, Isabella followed her out of the gate. "Gretch, wait up!" When Gretchen turned around, there was a hint of tears in her eyes. Isabella patted her back. "Hey, it's okay if you don't want to help." Gretchen shook her head. "It's not that. It's just..." Isabella tilted her head, encouraging her friend to continue. Gretchen wiped her eyes as the tears began to fall. "It...it's Ferb. I don't know what to do, Izzy. Some girl has his heart and I'm stuck with this stupid crush." Isabella pulled her into a hug. "Oh, Gretchen, I'm so sorry." Gretchen sobbed into Isabella's shoulder. Their silence was interrupted as a pair of feet raced toward them from down the street.

It wasn't long before the jogger passed and the girls were once again standing just outside the gate. Gretchen and Isabella could hear Phineas ask Buford and Baljeet to help with the painting as he started the wiring.

Isabella studied her friend a moment. "You've got a crush on Ferb? You never said anything. I've never even seen you drop hints." She said. Gretchen wiped away at a few more tears. "It's not that simple. He's... intelligent, a genius really. He's compassionate, he takes others' thoughts and opinions into consideration and he doesn't try to boss anyone around." She replied.

Isabella smiled slightly. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were describing yourself." This comment elicited a slight, very slight, laugh out of Gretchen. Isabella then continued. "Tomorrow, I'm going to help you. We're going to tell him you like him." Gretchen's eyes went wide. "Why don't I just go in there," Gretchen said, pointing to the Flynn-Fletcher backyard, "and tell Phineas that you've been madly in love with him for over five years?" She said. Isabella shook her head. "We're talking about you, not me."

Ferb walked up the street and saw his two friends standing outside the gate. He made his way over and waved. Isabella smiled back at him. "Phin's not impressed. Can you help him finish? He just needs some painting and wiring done." She said. Ferb rolled his eyes in response and opened the gate. He held the gate a moment to see if the girls were coming into the yard and they both re-entered. "Thanks Ferb." Isabella said in a voice slightly louder than was needed. "Thank you." Gretchen muttered as she walked in, her gaze directed to the ground.

Ferb sighed inwardly. Gretchen's normally strong eyes were red-rimmed. What happened to her? They gathered in front of the nearly complete building. Phineas, once again, began ragging on the group. "Guys! Where did you run off to? We're almost finished! Ferb, grab some wire and follow me!" Ferb narrowed his eyes and snatched up the wire. After nearly an hour, the wiring was complete. Buford and Baljeet had finished the painting in no time. While Phineas checked their handiwork, Ferb snuck off to his room.

Ferb opened the door to his shared room then promptly closed the curtains and secured them with a binder clip. He opened the e-mail he sent to himself, and a random news site he could switch to if someone came in.

He pulled out a grid paper and started sketching something down.

Phineas finished walking around and through the building. "Great work guys. I knew we could do this." Buford came up to him. "If Ferb were here all day this would have been finished two hours ago. What did you do?" Phineas blinked and thought. "I didn't do anything..." Buford scoffed. "You must'a done something." Phineas looked around the yard. "Go ask him."

Candace was walking down the upstairs hallway and heard the distinct 'click-click-click' of typing coming from the boys' room. She knocked on the door and the sound stopped.

They're up to something. Candace narrowed her eyes and gently turned the doorknob. "Ah HA!" She bust through the door, half scaring Ferb. She placed her hand on her hips. "What are you up to?" Ferb stoically turned the computer screen to her, showing her the British Gents of America website. Candace blinked in surprise. "That's it?" Ferb shrugged as if asking her what more she wanted. She sighed heavily and slumped her shoulders. "Whatever." She walked out and shut the door behind her. Ferb looked down at his watch. 3...2...1 The door burst back open. Candace narrowed her eyes while he raised an eyebrow. "I'm watching you." She closed the door again. Ferb shook his and and returned to his original screen.

Candace took four steps down the hallway, turned around and burst into the boys' room again. "Where's Phineas!?" She demanded. Ferb re-set his monitor as she came further into the room, uninvited, and pointed at the window. "What's he doing, and why aren't you helping?" She asked as she opened the curtains and looked out. "What in Danville is that?"

Ferb blinked at her. "That's Phineas' anniversary gift to Mum and Dad. A revolving restaurant." He said monotonously. Candace studied him for a moment. "The box on the dining room table?" She inquired and Ferb nodded in reply. She sat down on his bed and softened her tone. "What's in the box, Ferb?" He shook his head sadly. "Just a couple of champagne flutes." Candace eyed him carefully a moment. "Let me guess, they've got flashing lights and an alarm goes off when the glass is empty." She said. Ferb shook his head and closed his eyes a moment then pulled a receipt out of his desk drawer and handed it over to her.

Candace stared at the receipt in surprise. This is one of the fanciest stores in Danville. How did he manage to buy something here? She looked back up to Ferb. "I've been saving up for a while, if that's what you're wondering." She gave him the receipt back and gave him a quick hug. "I'm sure they'll love it."

Ferb gave her a halfhearted smile in return. "Hey," Candace said. "don't you and Phineas usually come up with ideas together?" She finished and he shook his head.

"Candace, can you help me for a minute?" Linda called up the stairs. Candace blinked, looked at the door to her brothers' room and back at her stepbrother. "Mom's home." She said and Ferb shrugged his shoulders. "Just a minute Mom!" Candace called back. "You're a good kid Ferb." She said and left the room.

Ferb sat at his desk a moment. "I'm not a kid, I'm 15-years-old." He quietly told himself.