The haunted house. The cuteness meter. The meteor dance. The ‘romantic’ cruise..!
Isabella flipped through her past failures at attempting to woo Phineas, arranged and documented in convenient scrap book format, while curled up in her room and growing increasingly enraged. She seethed as she sourly flipped through page after page of photos depicting Phineas completely ignoring her advances.
Suddenly she slammed the book shut.
“That’s it!” she defiantly declared, “I can’t take this any longer! I’ve gotta say something! I’ve gotta be heard! In short: I know what I’m gonna do today!” and she stormed out of her room, making a beeline for the Flynn-Fletcher household.
Hearing the call, Phineas turned his head toward the sound.
“Hmm, maybe we’d better go see what that’s about,” he said to Ferb, “Whoever it is sounds mad¦” Ferb nodded, and the two set down the heavy work table they’d been moving out to the backyard.
Walking through the gate to the front yard, Phineas brightened upon seeing who it was yelling. “Oh, hey Isabella.” He greeted, not seeming to notice the angry scowl she wore.
“Don’t you ‘hey Isabella’ me,” she returned, “I have something to say to you. No more beating around the bush! Why can’t you see that the love of your life is standing right in front of you, ready, devoted, waiting and willing? Why can’t you see that your relationship is ready for the next level? I’m going to come right out and say this. I am going to make it perfectly clear: I want sex!” she finished loudly.
Phineas was sil Continue reading