Reese was sitting in the row with Candace. It was a much quiet row, compared to all the excited Fireside Girls in the rows behind. Reese was surprised they were able to get a car this big to fit everyone. Then again, cartoon logic: you never question it.

Besides, she was tuning out any of Candace's many complaints on the ride over. It made it easy for Reese to get her work complete. Candace left her to her own devices, not willing to talk to one of the little kids.

It was surprising still that Reese had managed to come along for the trip. Last time, Mr Martin had made such a big deal about Reese going out for an event that was cancelled anyway. The solution this time was simple. Reese hadn't told Mr Martin she was leaving. He hadn't noticed at all the past week, so Reese doubted he would notice today.

"Hey, we're almost there." Phineas announced to everyone. There was a small cheer. Reese twirled her pen. "What's the first thing you're going to do at camp, Buford?"

"Find a nerd, take his underpants, and run 'em up the flagpole." Buford answered.

"I don't think Camp Phineas and Ferb has a flagpole." Phineas explained.

"Then I guess I'll just find a nerd and take his underpants." Buford glared over at Baljeet.

"You may have my underpants. They just got very messy all of a sudden."

"Thanks, but it ain't the same if Buford don't rip 'em off of you." Buford replied in his usual thick growl.

"What about you, Isabella?" Phineas asked.

"The Fireside Girls and I are going to work on our accomplishment patches." Isabella answered, prompting all the other Fireside Girls to start cheering at the idea of getting more patches.

"What about you, Reese?" Phineas asked.

Reese glanced up. "Oh I'm gonna tell the scariest campfire story."

Phineas grinned at the challenge. "How about you, sis? What's the first thing you're gonna do at camp?"

"First of all, it's not camp." Candace countered. "It's just Grandma and Grandpa's cabin, and it's boring."

"But we made T-shirts." Phineas held up one of the shirts. Reese held up her arm. Phineas tossed it to her over Candace's head.

"Secondly, I don't like the outdoors, okay? I don't like bugs." Candace explained. After that, he confusedly searched his seat. "Phineas, are you even listening to me?"

"I seem to have misplaced my ant farm." Phineas answered. Reese snickered.

"Mom!" Candace called out.

"Yes, Candace?" Linda replied.

"Do I have to go to Grandma and Grandpa's?" Candace asked.

"Oh, I think it's rather sweet that Grandma Betty Jo and Grandpa Clyde invite you kids and all your friends every year." Lawrence explained in glee.

"But I'm not a kid. I'm a young adult. Can I do something with you guys?" Candace pleaded.

"Of course you can, Dear. You can join us at the antiques symposium. This year's keynote address will debate Shellac vs. Lacquer." Linda explained. Lawrence cheered at that.

Candace leaned back in her seat. She held up her hand. "I'll take one of those shirts." Wordless, Phineas handed her one. Candace sobbed into it.

See? Reese got the good seat.

==W&R==

They made it to the cabin. Reese stayed in her seat as everyone climbed out. It made it easier to listen. She listened to the lot of them laughing and joking with Grandpa Clyde and Grandma Betty Jo.

Reese was walking around the woods for the majority of the day. She watched Candace moan and groan about the lack of technology, complaining about everything under the sun. She watched Buford take Baljeet's underwear, when the nerdy boy least expected it.

At one point in the day, Reese asked a Fireside Girl to teach her how to set up her own tent. Reese had done a lot of research going into this, picking out a tent that she had liked best. Whether or not this tent was in her possession through lawful means wasn't a question best asked.

The tent was nice inside. Reese was reclining on it when Phineas walked by.

"Hey Phineas." Reese greeted. "What's up?"

"Hey Reese." Phineas held up a glass of something green. "I'm bringing Candace something to drink. She's technically a counselor."

"Seriously? How'd you manage that?"

"Well you remember the form you sent over yesterday-"

"Oh right. You need a minimum of three counselors of age." Reese nodded. "Candace would count."

Phineas grinned. "Which is why I'm going to tell her, over a glass of limeade."

Reese gave him a thumbs up. "Nice."

Phineas walked over to Candace. Reese watched as Phineas handed the drink over to a frustrated Candace.

"Oh, quiet, you pesky bugs! I am trying to tan here!" Candace shouted at the sky.

"Hey, Candace. I thought I'd bring my favorite camp counselor a Phineas special." Phineas praised.

"That is just a glass of limeade. And I am not a counselor." Candace argued.

Reese snorted. Well, can't say we didn't tell her.

Isabella walked up. "Hey, Phineas. The girls have finished pitching the tents." She held up a clipboard. "Can you sign here for our Tent Pitching achievement patches?"

"Sure thing." Phineas took the clipboard, pulling a pen from the top.

"What are you doing?" Candace questioned, suspicious.

"Well, as camp director, I'd say I'm 'Doing my job'." Phineas replied.

"Gather around, kids." Grandpa Clyde called out. Everyone- minus Candace- stopped what they were doing to gather around the man. "There's an old legend, well, not that I believe it, about the Sasquatch. A race of giant, hairy creatures living up here in these very woods." The children gasped in excitement. "If my memory serves, I think there was a song written about it."

"Really? Do you remember any of it?" Isabella asked. Grandpa Clyde pulled out a banjo, stringing out a tune.

Phineas grinned. "He remembers."

"Good." Reese stated. "He can't tell us there's a song and not sing it."

"He's Bigfoot, he's Bigfoot, he'll eat you with his taters and his greens." Grandpa Clyde sang. He began leading the kids of Camp Phineas and Ferb, walking them through the camp in a fun parade about a scary monster that lived in the woods. "He's Bigfoot, he's Bigfoot, cause to Bigfoot you're a fleshy tangerine!"

"Oh no!" One camp cried out.

"He goes barefoot, so he's always free to stomp ya! He carries a big stick so he can whomp ya! Sharpens up his teeth so he can chomp ya! So I think you'd better flee, 'cause I'm telling you that he's-" Grandpa Clyde paused to take a large breath. "Bigfoot, he's Bigfoot, he bathes in the water that you drink!"

"Yuck!" A Fireside Girl dumped out the canteen she'd just filled with lake water.

"He's Bigfoot, he's Bigfoot so watch out, 'cause he's closer than you think!" Grandpa warned.

The kids all cheered for him.

"One more time!" Grandpa Clyde called out.

Reese cheered, singing along happily as Grandpa Clyde played the song over and over again.

==W&R==

It was nighttime now. Everyone was happily roasting marshmallows. Reese had brought some extra candy for her s'mores. She was just excited for a peanut butter cup s'mores. She didn't want to get anyone sick from their peanut allergy. Reese cared about those little things: like involuntary manslaughter.

She was a lawyer, but she doubted she could get herself or the camp out of that charge.

Isabella handed Phineas another marshmallow. Reese would like the record to state that Isabella had told all the other Fireside Girls to wait until she could give Phineas a marshmallow before showing off their own for the chance for a badge. Reese wasn't surprised.

"Ahh. Just how I like 'em. You just earned your marshmallow patch, my friend." Phineas signed the clipboard again. Candace groaned in annoyance. "So, Grandpa, what should we do now? Tell scary stories? I got one!"

"Oh, Phineas, you always start. Why not give another kid a chance?" Grandpa Clyde asked.

"Yes. How about you, Candace?" Grandma Betty Jo prompted.

"No."

"Okay. Anyone else? Uh, Baljeet?" Grandpa Clyde asked.

"W-what? Uh, uh, oh. Thank you." The nerd accepted the flashlight, shivering. Reese tilted her head. She didn't get why he was so scared. She was sharing a log seat with him and Buford, and Reese was sitting between them. Baljeet didn't need to be so scared right now. Reese could drop kick Buford before the bully even tried anything. "Well, this is a story about a kid who comes to this country, and goes to camp. He, like, has to share a tent with a bully. It's really quite terrifying, actually. Quite terrifying."

Reese could only hear the crackling fire, and the few crickets in the woods behind them.

Baljeet turned off the flashlight.

Reese took it from his hand. "I've got one." Reese said, to fill in the awkward air.

"Thank goodness. Take it away, Reese." Grandpa Clyde asked.

Reese smiled widely, flipping the flashlight on. It was on the right edge of being disturbing. "It started with a 911 operator, and the call never made him want to pick up the phone again." Reese began weaving a tale that would spark fear in all of them.

==W&R==

"...and then he saw it, a stuffed pink rabbit followed by the sound of Amber's haunting laughter." Reese sat back against the log again, her story fading into the night like the smoke from the fire.

Everyone was giving her a wide eyed look of panic and fear. Her story may not have had effects like Phineas' story would, but it would last longer. It would serve the purpose of accomplishing Reese's goal.

She told the scariest campfire story.

Grandpa Clyde took the flashlight back. Reese smiled on as it was passed over to Phineas. "Take it away, Phineas."

"All right, Grandpa. I've got a good one. It's about Bigfoot!" Phineas announced.

Reese sat back, noting that Buford had gone as far away from Reese as possible without falling off the log.

==W&R==

The reactions to Phineas' story were much less than for Reese's. Reese considered that was because she had scared all the emotions out of them, and also gave them a crippling fear of making any noise ever again. Or, maybe they were waiting to see what Phineas would do next.

He never just 'told a story'.

So far...it was quiet.

"And when the moon is full, like it is tonight, Bigfoot will return, and exact his revenge." Phineas explained. There was silence in the camp, enough for them to hear something moving in the bushes. "Huh? What was that noise?"

Behind them, everyone could see it. Shadows in the bushes that looked too much like the feared Bigfoot. The kids all screamed, jumping back from the multiple Bigfoots-Bigfeet?- in the woods.

Buford had actually jumped into Reese's arms. Reese rolled her eyes, but didn't want to drop the bully. He could fall into the fire. Again: manslaughter charges, generally best avoided.

"I really should have packed more underpants-" Baljeet shrieked, quivering behind the unphased Reese.

Phineas was the only one laughing. "You guys crack me up!" He laughed. He stood up from his seat, walking towards the bush.

Isabella poked her head out from behind the log. "Phineas, what are you talking about?"

"There's no Bigfoot!" Phines turned on the flashlight, shining it up into the trees. It revealed his brother, working on multiple levers and pulleys. "It's just Ferb in the tree! Look! See?" Phineas moved the light to show off the 'Bigfoots/Bigfeet/Bigfoot'- they were nothing more than cloth rags with stitched on red eyes and arms. "They're just dummies! Nice rope skills, my friend!"

Ferb held up a thumb.

"Then... who is this?" Isabella turned to Ferb, who hadn't moved from the log in all of this.

Reese walked over. She could make out the fob on 'Ferb's' nose. She popped it out, the boy delfating. "Balloon Ferb...impressive." She praised.

"Yeah, we thought so too." Phineas joked. "Sounds like Ferb too."

"That was awesome!" Buford praised.

Reese let him fall to the dirt. He didn't even complain- smart.

At the revelation that it was a prank, the campers gathered back around the fire. Grandpa Clyde's loud laugh helped with that. "Whoa! That was a good one, boys. You sure got us."

"I can't take it anymore!" Candace shouted, pushing herself to her feet.

"It was just a joke, Candace." Phineas replied, a confused look on his face.

"You're a joke, Phineas!" Candace snapped.

"Candace, Honey, calm down!" Grandpa Clyde asked.

"Calm down? Calm down?! I don't wanna calm down!" Candace ranted.

"But your screaming might attract a real Bigfoot." Phineas advised.

"A real Bigfoot. Oh, give it a rest, Phineas!" Candace ranted. With each word out of her mouth, came the steps of a beast much more realisitic than cloth dummies. "Everyone knows that there's no such thing as a real-" Candace must've seen the horrified looks on all the kids, and felt the heavy breathing behind her. "Oh, fine. What's this one made of? Popsicle sticks and glitter?"

"Uh, no." Phineas shook his head, considerably paler than before.

Discovering something, that doesn't exit Reese hummed to herself as Bigfoot roared.

Bigfoot grabbed Candace, throwing her into his mouth. Candace shrieked as she was eaten. The kids all screamed, rushing in a mad panic back towards the house.

Reese stayed in her spot, eating her marshmallow. She smiled up at the still shrieking Candace.

Grandpa Clyde laughed when the rest of the kids were far enough away. "Looks like we fooled 'em, ma!" He glanced to his side. "Well, all except for Reese over here."

Reese smiled wide, bits of melting marshmellow sticking out. She tossed a marshmallow to Clyde, who happily caught it.

The Bigfoot suddenly opened it's stomach, the sound of a zipper matching with the sounds of the crickets. Grandma Betty Jo stuck her head out, Candace right beside her. "Did you see the look on their face?"

"That was so cool!" Candace laughed.

"Oh, good one!" Grandma Betty Jo praised. The two of them climbed out from the Bigfoot costume.

"I thought you really had them!" Reese added, happily roasting another marshmallow over the fire.

The Betty Jo lookalike by Clyde's side was beginning to deflate.

"And you got an inflatable Grandma, too." Candace noted.

Great-Aunt Lorraine sat back up, laughing at another trick pulled off. "Oh, I'm not inflatable. I'm your Grandma's identical twin. I only come out once a year if these two want to prank someone." She rose up from the bench, making her way towards the house. "Well, back to my closet."

Grandma Betty Jo "See you next year, Lorraine." Grandma Betty Jo glanced down to Reese. "What gave us away, huh?"

"Candace usually decides to call their mom when Phineas and Ferb do something." Reese admitted. "When she didn't, I figured something was up."

"I don't do it every time-" Reese gave her a look. Candace wilted slightly. "Well she needs to know-"

"Oh, come on." Grandma Betty Jo threw her arms around each girl's shoulder, beginning to guide them back to the house. Grandpa Clyde stood up, walking with the three of them. "Let's round up those scared kids and have some hot cocoa."

==W&R==

Two marshmallows were bobbing in her mug of cocoa. Both of them barely big enough to fit in the tiny child sized mug. Did that matter? Not in Reese's opinion, because clearly cartoon logic was involved.

Come on, an inflatable boy that looked so real nobody noticed? Maybe an effect of the fire and willful disbelief, but when the lie was called out still no one noticed? Cartoon logic.

A Bigfoot that was just another suit and Candace being 'eaten' by it? Cartoon logic.

Candace thinking another human being was another inflatable copy. Granpda Clyde and Grandma Betty Jo clearly had higher standards for their pranks than to copy someone else like that.

But all of that could finally be ignored, because Reese had hot cocoa.

Or it should have been, if Candace didn't feel like gloating.

"I sure got you guys! You should have seen your faces! Only unsophisticated, immature brains would believe in monsters." Candace laughed.

"You didn't get Reese." Phineas pointed out.

"Meh, she's weird." Candace dismissed. Reese wanted to be offended- really, probably should have been. Only there was hot cocoa in her hand. She figured that being offended with a hot drink in throwing range wouldn't work out for Candace. Assault was also not a good charge to have. "Yes, it takes a mature, such as myself, to know that there's... no such... thing... as..." Candace stuttered, quivering and shaking at something only she had noticed. "BIGFOOT!" With a loud scream, she ran back inside.

All the kids looked over to where Candace at been facing. There was nothing on the darkened hillside. No sign of Doofenshmirtz or the abandoned Bigfoot dummies to be seen.

"Oh, I do not believe her one bit. Too much overacting." Baljett commented.

Everyone made noises of agreement.

Phineas turned to his platypus, that had reappeared once everyone had their drinks. "Hey, Perry. Why are you all covered in lipstick?"

"I think it was your great aunt." Reese excused.

Phineas shrugged, accepting the explanation.

Reese figured she would give Perry an easy out. Besides, she was sure the lipstick could be easily washed out.