Isabella had gone to the hospital. It wasn't a big deal, like her appendix bursting or getting sick. She had to get her tonsils removed. Reese had never gotten them removed, but she still sympathized with her. Also grateful- Phineas' other plan for the day wasn't as fun.

For support, Phineas, Ferb, and Reese came by after the surgery was done. Isabella's recovery was going fast, according to the doctor.

"So, Isabella, what'cha dooooin'?" Phineas asked, smiling wide at his use of her catchphrase.

"Oh, just recovering." The proof was in her rasping voice, like she had sung herself hoarse. "But I finally got my tonsillectomy patch." Isabella showed off the badge.

Reese wondered about the reasoning behind that sort of badge. Why have that when there are so few of their members that would get it? Or was it to make the ones that did go along with the procedure more at ease? Cause yeah, it was a scary surgery but they got a badge out of it! From what little Reese knew of the Fireside Girls, the answer was yes.

"We just came by to cheer you up." Phineas explained. "And to see if you're well enough for our event."

"Sorry, guys. My throat still hurts like crazy." Isabella excused.

"That's cool." Phineas turned to the hallway. "Sorry, gang. We've got to postpone the Trojan War reenactment till further notice."

The large group of actors they had recruited groaned. They had gotten all dressed up in Trojan War gear too. Reese was grateful.

"You know, the best part of getting your tonsils out is that you get to eat all the ice cream you want." Phineas encouraged.

"Really?"

"Yeah! You can eat gallons of it!" Reese explained. "All the ice cream you want!"

"We could have the biggest ice cream sundae ever made!" Phineas realized. He turned to his brother. "Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today! First, we gotta draw up some plans. Wait, no time for that. You go to Blueprint Heaven; Reese and I'll head home and meet the delivery guy." Phineas pulled out his phone.

Ferb nodded. He walked out from the room to complete his job.

"Reese, think you could come help?" Phineas asked.

Reese nodded. She pulled out her phone, dialing up a local grocer. "I can get the ingredients together."

"Awesome." Phineas cheered. His phone beeped. "Hello? Blowtorch City? Yeah, I'll hold." He turned to Isabella. "When are they letting you out of this joint?"

"This afternoon." Isabella answered.

"Perfect, we should have just enough time." Phineas told her.

Reese's phone beeped. "Hey, Bobby, you there? Yeah I'm gonna need raw materials for ice cream. Can you hook a sister up?"

==W&R==

Reese came by with boxes and boxes of ice cream ingredients. There should be enough for the ice cream machine Phineas thought he would make. Even though Reese knew that wasn't what they were building, these stuff would be great for the handmade stuff they would end up making.

She arrived just as the last of the mechanical parts came in. The ingredients were being pulled behind her in a wagon.

"And that's the last of it. Eh, just need you to sign here." A delivery guy held out a clipboard to Phineas. "Say, aren't you a little-"

"-Young to be using titanium plating and an industrial arc welder? Yes. Yes I am." Phineas replied. He scribbled out the answer. "I get that a lot." He handed the clipboard back, noticing Reese with her wagon. "Hey Reese! What'd you got?"

"Ice cream parts." Reese motioned to the wagon. "Mind if I put these in your kitchen?"

"Go for it." Phineas invited.

Reese dragged the wagon past Candace. "Hey Candace."

Candace ignored her. She glowered instead at her brother. "Phineas, you know I'm in charge, right?"

"Well, isn't that just if a satellite crashes into the-" Phineas began.

"No, no, no! When Mom's at her cooking class, I'm in charge." Candace argued.

Reese dragged the wagon through the sliding glass door. She tucked away all the cold stuff into the fridge. There was a surprising amount of room. Reese wondered if that was because Mrs Flynn knew she fed a lot of the neighborhood kids daily.

In no time, everything cold was away. Reese ran outside to find Phineas carrying a large stack of boxes.

Phineas "Can you give me a hand unpacking this stuff, Candace?" Phineas asked his sister.

"I'm not gonna help you. But as soon as I figure out what you're up to, I'm calling Mom!" Candace yelled. She stormed past Reese.

"Okay. Say Hi for me!" Phineas called out.

"Need help?" Reese asked.

"If you don't mind." Phineas replied.

Reese nodded. She reached for another stack of boxes, moving them off each other.

The teen growled. "I'm keeping an eye on you." Candace warned them both.

"Wouldn't both eyes be better?" Reese countered.

The teen growled again. Ferb didn't even acknowledge it as he walked into the backyard.

"Hey, Ferb. You got the blueprints?" Phineas asked. Ferb held up a blue roll of paper. "Excellent! Isabella's gonna love it!"

"Better hurry, we're losing daylight!" Reese noted.

==W&R==

There was something great about being a self-aware cartoon character. As long as the Mouse never found out, you could do what you wanted! That's how Reese had seen it, anyways.

Like Reese knew that a song would play every day this summer. The person singing it would either be around the backyard, or way off in Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. Those days were rare. For the most part, Reese didn't have to worry about it.

But Busted was one of her favorite songs. Even before, when she had been Morgan Spencer with two younger brothers who were really lame, she liked it. Her brothers had too, which almost made Busted lame too but Reese just said her good taste was finally rubbing off.

So while Reese was helping the boys build a space laser, Reese was humming quietly to the beat she could hear on the summer breeze.

==W&R==

Brightside: the machine was done.

Downside: no ice cream just yet.

Reese was leaning on the laser, mindful not to push any buttons. Given it was intended for Doofenshmirtz, the self-destruct button could be anywhere.

Phineas pushed a button on the death-space-laser.

"Get ready for a giant sundae!" Phineas cheered.

Only the machine did no such thing. Instead, rockets activated below the machine. It pushed off the ground, heading up into orbit. Reese watched it go, squinting at the sky.

"Well, this can't be right. Lemme see those blueprints." Phineas held out his hands. Ferb slipped them to him. "Oh, wait a minute. Those are the plans for a Space Laser-inator, apparently."

"Good thing we didn't put in this bit." Reese patted the machine behind her back. "It must've been the laser."

"Yeah. That could've gone bad." Phineas agreed.

Ferb said nothing. But his eyes did go a bit smaller.

Candace rushed into the backyard, her mother in tow. "Mom, Mom! Hurry! Come on, come on!"

"Hi, kids. How are you doing?" Linda greeted plainly, everything as she expected it.

"Huh?"

"Hi Mrs Flynn!" Reese greeted.

"We're just about to make a nice handmade ice cream sundae for Isabella." Phineas explained.

"Oh, that is so sweet!" Linda praised him. Candace watched the proceedings in shock. "Come on in the kitchen. I'll help you with it."

When Linda saw a fridge full of ice cream stuff, she didn't even question it. She wrote it off as splurging a bit on groceries this week.

Phineas turned to Reese. "Do you have a-"

"Book on how to make ice cream at home?" Reese pulled out a recipe book from her Bag. She had purchased it, don't fret.

"Awesome." Phineas cheered.

The three friends went about making an ice cream.

==W&R==

Isabella happily had another spoonful of ice cream. Reese had made sure to get her favorite- mint chocolate chip. The rest of the ice cream they had all made was in a variety of their favorite flavors.

"Wow, guys, this is amazing! I was afraid you guys were gonna go overboard and build some giant sundae contraption or something!" Isabella admitted.

"Wait, afraid of it?" Reese asked.

"Well of you doing it without me." Isabella corrected. Reese could understand that fear.

"Actually, we were gonna build that, but we accidentally built a space laser instead." Phineas explained. He turned to his brother. "Ferb, you're usually so focused. How did you get those plans confused?"

Ferb looked off into the distance, a thousand yard stare. In his mind he was replaying the meeting of Vanessa Doofenshimirtz, who had walked into the blueprints store instead of her dad. Ferb had no chance.

"Hey, Ferb. Snap out of it. What happened back there?" Phineas asked again.

"...I was weak." Ferb explained.

Reese couldn't help it. She snorted.

Together, the four friends ate ice cream.