November 25th, 2024

Golden Crown Hotel, Downtown Danville

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SKREE!!!
Skidding to a stop, Phineas hopped out of his Porsche now parked in front of the hotel lobby, pulling uncomfortably at his suit jacket as he rushed in, muttering under his breath about how late he was.

"What room are we in? Phineas Flynn and Isabella Garcia-Shapiro?" he asked the receptionist, after taking a second to catch his breath.

"W-Wait a second," the man replied, somewhat surprised. "The wedding is on the fourth floor, room number six-"

"Thanks!" Phineas replied, dashing towards the elevator.

"B-But sir...your wedding is tomorrow," he trailed off, letting his hand drop as Phineas hopped into the elevator, already out of earshot.

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Mr. Garcia-Shapiro had just joined Vivian in a smaller room in the same hotel.

"Hello dear," Vivian greeted him as he pulled the door shut.

"Hey," he replied, retrieving his keys from his pocket as he sat down next to his wife.

"So how's Isa?" he asked, absentmindedly playing with his keys.


"She's doing good," she replied, "she should be out in a minute."


"Ma'am," an attendant said with a knock before entering from the far door, "here she is."


Isabella followed her through the door, blushing as she looked down for a second before then looking up at her parents. She was in her full wedding attire, albeit with less time spent on hair and makeup than was planned for tomorrow.


"Mom...Dad..." she grinned slightly.


"Whoa, look at my daughter!" her father exclaimed. "Isa, you look beautiful."


"Thanks Dad," she replied demurely.


"That dress was such a great choice," her mom added.

"Thanks Mom," she smiled. "You helped quite a bit, you know."

They talked for another minute, until the attendant spoke back up. "Alright, let's try the flowers again."

"Okay," Isabella nodded, following her back.

"So what do you think?" Vivian asked once the door had again closed, resting her hand on her husband's arm. "Isabella looked nervous, right?"

"A little," he agreed, "but this has been her dream for so long that it's not really surprising. I'm sure it'll be fine," he offered with a smile. Leaning back, he twirled his keys some more as they waited for Isabella to come back out.

Meanwhile, Phineas had arrived at the fourth floor, sprinting towards their supposed wedding location. Pushing through the double doors, he immediately froze as he took in the room full of strangers, a few turning around to look at him as he backed out as quietly as he could.

Jogging back to the lobby, he stopped at the desk as the receptionist watched him with a raised eyebrow, maintaining his composure. "Excuse me, but that wasn't the right room. Phineas Flynn and Isabella Garcia-Shapiro?"

"Sorry sir, but your wedding is tomorrow."

"WHAAAT?!"
"I'm sorry, but you dashed off before I was able to tell you," he apologized.

"Oh, no, sorry," Phineas replied. "That must have been why my family was so confused when I rushed out," he chuckled. Checking his phone, he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"What am I even doing," he exhaled. "Well, thanks anyways," he gave the man an embarrassed grin, before making his way over to a lobby sofa and sitting down. After relaxing for a moment his phone rang.

"Ah, Buford, what's up?"

"S'up Phineas. You still good for the party tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Think you'll be able to round up Girly so we can meet at four?"

"I plan to," he chuckled. Glancing up, he noticed Isabella and her parents enter the lobby. "Speaking of, there she is now. I'll go remind her. Bye!"

"Later!"

He got up and walked over, slipping his phone in his pocket before breaking into a grin at her puzzled reaction upon seeing him.

"Phineas? What are you doing here?"

"Isabella!" he gave her a hug. Separating a moment later, he dropped his hands to hers as he grinned sheepishly. "I kinda got here waaay too early..."

"You that excited?" she asked with a giggle.

"Maybe," he admitted quietly, scuffing his foot as he glanced off to the side, blushing.
Watching him for a second, she then pulled him closer, giving him a peck on the cheek before whispering, "Me too."

Standing quietly together for a moment, he then roused himself, looking embarrassed as he glanced over at her parents. "Nice to see you too, Mr. and Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro."
"You too, dear," Vivian responded, as her dad gave him a nod.

"So, any plans for the rest of the day?" Mr. Garcia-Shapiro asked the couple as they made their way out of the hotel.

"Not much," Phineas confirmed, "just meeting up with the gang later. So," he turned his attention to Isabella, offering her a hand, "want to go grab some lunch?"
"Of course," she agreed. "I'll be home around dinner time," she offered her parents.

"Okay, Isa," her mom smiled, "you have fun with Phineas." Leaning over, she kissed Isabella on the forehead before taking her husband's hand as they walked towards their car.

Isabella watched them go, looking a bit anxious for a moment until Phineas snapped her out of it with a peck on the cheek.

"You alright?"

"Y-Yes," she quietly confirmed, "yes I am," as she leaned into him with a little sigh.
After standing together quietly for a minute, he began gently leading her towards his car. "So where would you like to go, dear?" he asked.

"Our meetup's at four, right?" she confirmed, waiting for his nod before continuing. "So can we go by Danville Plaza?"

"Sure," he agreed, following her around the car and opening the door for her.
The drive was fairly quiet, with both having a lot on their minds for tomorrow. Arriving at the plaza, he offered her his hand as they entered and began to walk around. With no real goal in mind, they continued to meander, Phineas' thoughts wandering, until he was brought back by a contented sigh from Isabella.

"Hmm...?"

"I was just thinking how this place reminds me of our childhood together. Look, they even have a working replica of the animal translator," she gestured.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Not sure why they picked that one, though," he chuckled. "I mean, there's a lot of stuff we made that'd probably be more interesting."

"Yeah-" she started to agree when she was then interrupted by a quiet voice.

"...moto?"

Glancing around, they saw a cat meowing near the animal translator, which kept repeating, "Minamoto?" in a concerned fashion.

"Oh, are you okay?" Isabella ran over, petting the cat to reassure it while Phineas checked its collar.

"I wonder what happened to you," Phineas mused as he read the address. "Huh, yeah, it looks like this is Mr. Minamoto's cat. Good thing he lives nearby."

"You really do know everyone, don't you," she grinned.

"I try," he smiled back as they stood up, Isabella scooping the cat up in her arms.

"Well, I know what we're gonna do this afternoon," he stated as they started walking back towards the car.

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"Huh, I never realized how close he lived to us," Isabella commented when they pulled into the driveway of the blue house just four houses down the road from Phineas'. 

"Yeah, we were mostly doing stuff after school, so it didn't really come up as often," Phineas agreed, as they got out of the car. 

There was no answer when they knocked on the door, and all the lights seemed to be off as well the house seemed strangely empty. After standing there for a moment, a neighbor called out to them while walking by. 

"Hi Phineas and Isabella!"  

"Oh, hey Mr. Richardson," Isabella replied. 

"Do you know where Mr. Minamoto went?" Phineas asked. 

"Oh, you haven't heard?" his face fell. "He moved out today." 

"W-where to?" Phineas gasped. 

"They're going back to Japan," Mr. Richardson replied. "I think their plane leaves in a few hours," he glanced at his watch, "so if you need to get in touch with him, you better hurry." 

"Alright," Phineas nodded, glancing over at Isabella. "So, ready for another adventure?"  

"Of course," she agreed with a determined nod, before glancing back at Mr. Richardson. "Thanks Mr. Richardson!" she called out with a wave as they started walking back to the car. 

Phineas backed out of the driveway and then sighed as he stopped the car. "I was gonna get gas today," he started, looking over at her and the cat apologetically, "but I forgot when rushing around earlier. Sorry." 

"It's alright, let's just drop your car off and we can take a taxi."  

"Good idea," he agreed, parking his car in the garage, as they then started watching for a taxi. After a fruitless few minutes, they were starting to despair when they were surprised by a car honking. 

"Wha? Baljeet! Buford!" Isabella happily exclaimed. 

"What's up you two?" Buford asked. "I thought you were supposed to be nervous tomorrow, not today. And what's with the cat?" 

"Perfect timing," Phineas responded. "Can you take us to the airport? We'll tell you on the way." 

"I dunno," Buford replied, "that's pretty far away. This more important than your party?" 

"Yeah," Phineas confirmed. "We need to get there by four." 

Buford almost spit out his drink. "In two hours, in this traffic?! This car can't fly..." he trailed off, having noticed Baljeet's smirk. "Oh fine," Buford waved a hand as they hopped in the back of the bright blue M2 convertible, "I think Jeet was just lookin' for a chance to show off anyways. Just keep a good hold on that cat," he cautioned as Baljeet toggled launch control and took off with a squeal of tires. 

Avoiding the main roads, they made good time through the smooth countryside roads, with Baljeet chucking the car around curves at great speed as if he was an accomplished rally driver.  

"There is the airport," he called out, finally loosening his concentration. "We will be there in a second." 

Phineas glanced at his watch as they hopped out, determined not to give up when they were this close. Dashing into the airport, he then stopped when he heard Isabella call out. 

"Phineas, look at that!" 

"Huh?" he glanced over at the marquee she was pointing at. 

4:50 -- All Nippon Airways -- NH12 -- Departing -- TSI-NRT -- Gate 10  

Glancing back at his watch he clenched his teeth - they had just missed them.  

"It's okay," Isabella began quietly a moment later, leaning up against him, "we'll definitely look after this cat," as she gave it a hug. With a chirp it perked up as if listening. 

"Dad, when do we get to get on the plane?" a child asked, out of sight behind an artificial plant. 

"Just wait, honey." 

The cat jumped down and bolted towards the voice, meowing enthusiastically. 

"Ah, Natto! Dad, I found Natto!" the child exclaimed, scooping up the cat. 

"Oh, there you are!" Mr. Minamoto replied, scratching it under its chin. "Thank you Phineas. Isabella," he nodded towards them. 

"Dad, can I carry him to the plane?" 

"Sure," he agreed, getting out the cat carrier. "Luckily we didn't already check this in." 

"Yay!" 

As Isabella watched, she remembered a time that Pinky had gotten lost when she was little, and her excitement when he had finally returned.

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"Dad, I found Pinky!" she remembered shouting through the house. 

"Ah, Pinky, welcome home," her dad replied, looking a bit surprised.  

"You've been missing for over a month," Isabella hugged the dog tightly. "We've missed you so much," she continued, sinking to the floor as she began crying. 

She remembered her dad's soft smile as he watched her for a moment before going to get Pinky some food.

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Isabella snapped out of her reflection as she glanced between Phineas and a clock on the wall. "Come on, Phineas," she took his arm, "it's about time to go." 

"Ah, yeah," he nodded. "I'm glad that worked out, thanks Isabella." She nodded in agreement as he waved to Mr. Minamoto. "Well, let's get back to the guys. Looks like I can still make the bachelor party." 

She chuckled, having a difficult time imagining Phineas getting into any real trouble. "Yeah, I've got a family dinner to get ready for too."

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Phineas, Baljeet, Django, and Irving had all gathered at Buford's house around six, and had been drinking for the past hour. 

"Ooo...I think that's enough for me," Phineas slurred as he tried to set down his current drink. 

"Yeaaahhh..." Baljeet attempted, waving his bottle in the air. 

"I still can't believe you an' Girly are gettin' married," Buford commented, still somewhat coherent despite all the drinks he'd already downed. 

"I bet Isabella will look gorgeous tomorrow when she walks down the aisle," Django observed. 

"I think you're the only one who didn't have a crush on her," Irving elbowed Django, before going to pour himself some more. "But she finally picked you," he gave Phineas a crooked grin, before glancing down at his drink. 

"To Phineas!" he loudly proclaimed, holding his cup up and sloshing some out. As the rest made half-hearted gestures he collapsed back onto the couch. "So when's Ferb getting in?" 

"Eh," Phineas shrugged, making a half-hearted effort to glance at his phone, "sometime later tonight." 

They then fell silent for a minute, a few taking the opportunity to pour themselves another drink. 

"Phineas..." Buford eventually started. 

"Hmm?" 

"You better make her happy."As he nodded, Baljeet started giggling hysterically for no apparent reason.

Meanwhile, at Isabella's house, she was helping her mom clean up after dinner. Having put up the plates she was left unsure of what to do, since she was usually together with Phineas. 

"You should probably get some rest," Vivian suggested after watching her fidget for a bit. "We'll be getting up pretty early tomorrow to get you ready." 

"Mmm," she nodded, not sure if what she was feeling was just nerves or something more. 

"Isa," her mom began as she started to walk towards the door. 

"Hmm?" 

"Don't forget to say goodnight to your dad. He's in his study." 

"I won't," she reassured with a small smile. As she left the room, Vivian began crying softly through her own smile.

Looking up from his book at her knock on the door, Mr. Garcia-Shapiro set it aside as he called out, "Come on in." 

"Dad..." Isabella trailed off, as she came over to stand by him. 

"Oh, Isa," he smiled, getting up from his chair. 

"Goodnight, Dad," she pulled him into a hug. 

"Ahh, goodnight," he replied back, holding her close. When she didn't loosen her hold a moment later he gave her a little squeeze. "What is it?"  

"It's...no, it's nothing. Goodnight!" she smiled, taking a step back. As she slowly made her way towards the door he settled back into his chair, reaching for his book as he saw her hesitate at the door. 

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?" he asked gently. 

"I..." she stiffened, before turning around as she started to cry. "I want to call off the wedding." 

"What? Why?" he hopped back out of his seat, putting an arm around her as he led her over to the couch. 

"I just...once I'm married, you and Mom will be all alone." 

"Well yeah," he agreed, "but that's pretty normal. Just visit sometimes," he chuckled. 

"And I feel like, after all this time of you raising me, that I haven't given you anything. I've always been selfish, just focusing on what I want, even now," she pulled his arm closer, continuing to cry. 

"You know that's not true," he admonished softly. "As your parent, you've always given me happiness and joy, even right from when you were first born." His eyes took on a distant look as he thought for a moment before continuing. 

"I was really anxious all those years ago, pacing the halls of the hospital. But then I heard your first cry when you were born - it was like a beautiful song to me, even as tired as we were. When we were then released, I remember the sky was clear and full of stars. I actually got overwhelmed at that point," he took a second to dab at his eyes before pulling her close, 

"Just knowing that in this whole wide world, one of the people there was my daughter."

"And then thinking about all the amazing things you've done while growing up," he continued a minute later. "You've really given us some amazing memories." 

"Hmm?" 

"Well, like when you got home from your first day of school," he laughed. "You were so excited you almost tackled me." 

As she giggled, he then continued, "Or when you called me when you got your first 100."
"Oh yeah, you were deployed then weren't you?" 

"Yeah, and when I promised you a present as a reward, you then brought it up every time for the next six months." 

"Oh...yeah," she replied bashfully.  

"And even recently," he continued, sounding quite proud, "you graduated from college with highest honors. We're just so proud of you, Isa. Ever since your birth you've filled our lives. For us you are the best gift." He stood up, going over to the window. 

"It is true, I'll definitely feel lonely," he confirmed, as she tentatively made her way over to him.

"But I have my memories of you growing up, and I'm sure we'll still see you, so you don't need to worry about us. You've chosen Phineas as your husband, and both your mother and I were thrilled when you accepted his proposal. He might be a bit...triangular, but that's not what's really important. It's clear to me that he really cares about you, and I believe he's the one who will fill your life and truly make you happy. And nothing would mean more to me as your parent than to see you happy." 

"Dad...!" she hugged him as she started to cry again. "Thank you," she whispered a minute later.

Meanwhile at Phineas' place the party was still going. 

"Phineas!!! Do you want to go home...?" Baljeet slurred, looking disappointed. 

"Dinner Bell!!!" Buford waved his beer before collapsing back on the couch. 

"Thanks you two," Phineas responded, a bit tipsy. 

"No, we are the ones who should be thanking you," said Baljeet.  

"Eh?" 

"Phineas," he staggered to his feet, striking a pose for a second, "thank you for the great childhood you gave us all."  

"Ohh..." 

"And here's to you two finally getting together!" 

"Ah...yeah..." he blushed. 

After another drink Baljeet sat down, rocking side to side. 

Watching his friends, after another couple minutes Phineas stretched before standing up.

"Alright, I should probably head out. See you guys tomorrow," which was met with unintelligible assent from where his friends were collapsed upon the furniture. 

Walking along the bank of the Danville River on his way home, Phineas took a moment to admire the view, the stars clearly reflected on the water's surface. "I remember a sky like this," he mused as he rubbed his hands together from the slight chill. 

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The sky from 16 years ago was just as brilliant, viewed from atop the Flynn-Fletcher roof. As ten-year-old Phineas admired it, he was eventually interrupted by Ferb poking his head out of the brothers' shared window.  

"Oh, there you are," Ferb commented in his usual manner. 

"Yes, yes I am," Phineas grinned, waving Ferb over. 

"What are you doing out here," Ferb seemed to ask with a raised eyebrow as he climbed out the window, joining him on the roof. 

"Just relaxing, and taking in this," Phineas gestured at the night sky. 

"Hmm," Ferb nodded, sounding quite impressed at the sight. 

"You know," Phineas mused, looking up, "tonight seems like it's foretelling something significant for this exact date." At Ferbs skeptical look he just shrugged with a grin. 

"You never know. Maybe it'll be something big, like a wedding!" As Ferb quietly chuckled Phineas looked back to the sky with a smile, considering for a moment before then continuing softly. 

"I do hope I can remember this night...if it is a wedding, I wonder who the bride might be..." as he trailed off, looking across the street. 

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Getting closer to home he grinned softly in remembrance. After all these years, of course it ended up being her. "Well, ten-year-old me, tomorrow's the day. You finally get to marry your best friend. After all these years of her helping you, and caring for you...and you ignoring her in turn," he winced. "I guess it all worked out though." As he continued walking he heard someone cough to his left.  

"Oh, hey, good evening Dr. D," he said, surprised to see him.  

"Ah, good evening Phineas," Doofenshmirtz responded. 

"So what are you doing out here?" 

"Just watching this beautiful night sky. Can't see anything from my building, you know," he waved his hands, "light pollution." 

"Huh...yeah, it's really pretty, isn't it."  

"Ah, Phineas...?"

"Yeah?" 

"I heard you're getting married to Isabella tomorrow." 

"Yeah," he smiled happily. 

"Congratulations, she's a great girl. She's a very diligent and smart hard worker, and I'm sure you two will be great together," Doof continued, closing his eyes for a moment as he reflected on when the two had been in his classes.  

"Thanks. I'm sure we will be." 

"Well, I should probably get back, so good luck Phin-" he stopped, surprised as Phineas handed him his sweater.

"Eh?" 

"You looked like you could use it," Phineas offered. "I'm fine," he glanced down at his smartwatch, "it's only about 50 degrees." 

"Thanks Phineas," Doof replied, considering for a second before pulling it on over his lab coat.  

"You can just give it back to me tomorrow. You are coming to the wedding, right?" Phineas grinned. 

"Of course." 

"Great! Well, I'll be heading home now," Phineas said as he started walking. 

"Flynn!!!" Doof called out after a few seconds, making Phineas jump as he sounded like he was about to scold him. 

"Sir, yes sir!" Phineas whipped around, standing at attention. 

"Don't be late tomorrow," Doof offered with a grin, his tone softening. 

"Of course not, sir!" he grinned, before turning and trotting away. "Finally, tomorrow's the day," he reflected as happiness welled up within him. After all these years, he was finally going to marry Isabella.

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And so concludes the events of the day before Phineas Flynn and Isabella Garcia-Shapiro's wedding. It was a busy, sometimes embarrassing, and truly full day. Tomorrow is of course the wedding, a day of happiness and joy for all gathered together, most of all for Phineas and Isabella themselves. This oneshot marks the end of the first generation of Phineas and Ferb, and the beginning of the second, with Marie Flynn, Thomas (Tommy) Fletcher, and Jasmine Tjinder. And they all lived happily ever after. Well, good luck with that Phineas Flynn.