Reese was not one to complain about a good fight. But given that this episode strictly forbade fighting in a way that would be impressionable on any young viewer, Reese could not train anybody to kick butt.

Lucky for Reese that she didn't have to!

"Thank you, Mr Holyfield." Buford told the world heavyweight boxing champion.

He was aware that he was too old to be a professional boxer. Not that he cared.

"Yeah. Wouldn't have been real without you." Phineas praised.

"Happy to help you boys find a slightly less violent way to settle your differences." Evander bid them farewell.

Reese waved him off. Perry the Platypus came back with a chatter.

"There you are, Perry."

There was a ding from behind. Reese turned, seeing her Easy-Make oven light blinking. Yes Easy-Make, not Bake. Apparently Phineas & Ferb fell into the category of 'not allowed to name this beloved children's toy, but here's a fake name so close to the real thing that you just know what we're trying to talk about' in kid's programming.

Reese didn't mind. As long as there was a tiny oven, she could handle it.

She pulled the tray of food out from the oven. After a quick check, she held them out for the other kids.

"Hey cool!" Phones grabbed one of the cookies. This one had been made to look exactly like his head. Reese had some fun coloring the dough.

Buford took one shaped like his head. He took a bite. "Not bad, blondie."

Reese narrowed her eyes at him. She let the insult slide- for now. He would have hell to pay if he tried it again.

"See?!" Candace screeched.

Everyone turned back towards her. She was at the door to the mall. By her side was Linda. The red headed mother of three was staring at the parking lot of the mall with her usual 'I don't know what Candace expects me to see here' face.

"Hi, Mom!" Phineas greeted. Ferb waved too, grabbing a cookie shaped like Buford's head.

"Hi, boys!" Linda replied. "If you'll excuse me, Candace, I'm gonna get back for the second set." She turned tail, headed back inside the mall.

Reese didn't care. She was handing out cookies. Besides these, there were a lot she'd made during the lead up to the fight. They had sold as well as all the other merch. Pity they couldn't be used for Candace's campaign to get her brothers busted.

"Hey, Dinnerbell, that was the best battle ever. Same thing tomorrow?" Buford asked.

"Nah. I like to keep moving forward." Phineas replied.

"Sharks have to continue to move forward, or they'll drown." Ferb informed them.

Buford glared. "You calling me a shark?!"

Reese lifted the now empty tray of cookies over Buford's head. Ferb moved faster, pinching Buford on the neck. The bully fell into a dead faint.

"Fer-rb?!" Phineas scolded, laughing.

"Well, he was all up on my face." Ferb excused.

Reese lowered her tray. She smiled at Ferb. "Ooh, two lines today."

"I know." Phineas laughed. He clapped his brother on the back. Ferb held up a thumb. When Phineas copied the action with his still red thumb, everyone laughed.

Except Buford, who was only murmuring as he woke back up.

==W&R==

She'd had Salazara for a week. In that week, Reese had done a lot. Taking care of snakes were turning out easier than she thought. Reese expected a lot more upkeep. According to her research, once a week she should clean Zara's tank.

The tank was brought down to ground level, giving Reese more ease to clean it. She pulled Zara out from the tank, draping the cobra over her shoulders. Once Zara was comfortable, Reese pulled out everything else from the tank.

Reese started cleaning out the tank until it sparkled. Zara watched quietly. There was a radio on in the background. Though this was a Disney universe, and so Radio Disney wasn't a thing, Reese had still managed to find a radio station close enough to it that she didn't mind listening.

There wasn't much in clean-up. Reese was glad for that. Nothing in this cage was anything worse than cleaning up after Flynn-Fletcher's escapades.

Reese wanted to compare her snake to a cat, given how easily and happily the snake was resting while Reese did all the work. Even when Reese was putting newspaper into Zara's cage, she was relaxing on Reese's neck.

It made the little blonde girl laugh. "You're just happy someone else is doing your chores."

The cobra said nothing.

Reese didn't mind. She went about finishing up the rest of the cleanup. There was replacing the small little branch for Zara to slither on. She would wait until putting the tank back up on the dresser before turning the heat lamp back on.

All in all, it took an hour for it to be cleaned to Reese's standards. The tank was back on it's usual spot, the heat lamp placed back so to keep Zara warm. She set up the radio to play louder, placing it by the tank so Zara could feel the vibrations. She left some food in the tank for Zara to hunt.

With the snake's dinner handled, Reese had to get her own together. The Easy-Make oven didn't really have the option to make the food Reese liked.

Mr Martin was in the kitchen. Reese tensed, pretending that she hadn't tensed to not catch his attention. She calmly walked to the pantry. Without making a sound, she grabbed a Ramen noodle packet.

Reese was spotted trying to grab a bowl.

"Hey. You." Mr Martin called on.

Reese hid her wince. She turned around to face the man. "Yes Dad?"

"We're going out of town tomorrow." Mr Martin explained. Reese blinked in surprise. "Your grandparents want to see you, apparently."

Oh, crap. Reese hated meeting grandparents in any reality. They always wanted to talk to her. She could understand the why of it. That didn't make talking to them any easier. "So I should pack?"

"You'll be there overnight, so yes." Mr Martin told her. Reese noted how he said she would be there, not him. "Get to packing. We're heading out at sunrise."

"Yes sir." Reese didn't even point out she needed to eat first. She could eat later, with the extra cookies she had from the fight.

Mr Martin huffed under his breath. "Hey. Don't bring the snake. Your grandma is scared of them."

Reese paused in her step. "...Dad?"

"Do it!" He scolded.

Reese continued walking, her pace slow so not to imply she was scared. She made it back to her bedroom. Not even the fact that Zara had unhinged her jaw to eat her food gave Reese pause.

She would be fine. She would be fine. Everything was going to be fine.

Reese walked up to Zara's tank. She pressed her back against the dresser, sinking herself to the ground. She let out a long breath, curling her knees to her chest.

She was fine. She was fine. She couldn't be anything else but fine.

She went to bed hours later with a stomach full of cookies, and a cobra standing guard over her. All the while, Reese's mantra echoed in her head.