A/N: *sigh* This one's a bit shorter than usual, but I have a very valid explanation!

1) My grandparents just moved, and I've been at their new house almost non-stop since Tuesday, so I've had absolutely NO computer time.

2) Yesterday, I ALMOST had some time, but I had a killer headache, so bad that it made me feel nauseous, and to try and knock it out, I went to sleep at like 6:30 PM. I then managed to sleep from 6:30 PM until 9:30 AM, and would've slept longer if my mom hadn't forced me to get up. So I lost my regular 8 to 9 PM writing hour right there.

3) I just really, really liked where this chapter left off. End of story.

So...there's my excuses! On with the show!

Disclaimer: Dan and Swampy, if you're reading this (and I do know that you read fanfictions!) could I pretty please have the rights to Phineas and Ferb? Puh-wease?

Phineas' POV

"No, no, no," I moaned, my head in my hands. I was crumpled in the street, my arm throbbing from the many blows of the cute-entranced zombies, and I was crying. Yes, I said it. I don't care if you know. It doesn't make me any less of a man—or at least an older kid—to say that I broke down sobbing when my own parents attacked me and carried my best friend away.

Ava and Charlotte were curled together on the curb, silent tears streaming down their faces, even Charlotte's—and she prided herself on being as tough as Buford. Ferb was holding in tears, I could tell, which surprised me, because Ferb is amazing at hiding what he's feeling. Baljeet's face just looked kind of blank as Buford dragged him off of the street. It wasn't really necessary for us to stay off of the roads—no one was driving, they had all kidnapped Isabella—but I guess Buford figured it was better to be safe than sorry; after he deposited Baljeet on the sidewalk, he grabbed me effortlessly and pulled me to the side.

"Let go Buford!" I screamed, struggling away from him.

He looked surprised. "You're gonna get run over!" He protested.

"Too bad!" I yelled. "That's where they took her aw—!" I stopped in my tracks. I'd seen something—something pink. "Buford, put me down," I whispered. I guess something in my voice scared him, because he nearly dropped me. I rushed over to the brightly-colored object and nearly started sobbing again.

It was Isabella's bow.

Ava came up behind me. "She…lost the bow," she whispered in disbelief. "I don't think I've ever seen her without her bow."

"Me neither," I said quietly. I picked up the now-mangled scraps of fabric and tied it around my wrist. And then something clicked in my head. "We have to find her!" I yelled suddenly. Everyone turned to look at me.

"Phineas, we all wish we could find her, but—" Ferb was cut-off by Buford.

"We don't know where the heck she is!" Buford exclaimed.

"But we could," I insisted. "If my cute tracker could find Meap, it can find Isabella easily!"

That seemed to soak in for a moment. "Your…cute tracker?" Charlotte asked hesitantly.

"We used it with Meap," Ferb explained.

"It will home onto the signal of the cutest thing in the area," I told her. "There's no way it won't pick up Isabella's signal, it used to pick her up over Meap!"

That's when Baljeet seemed to come out of his haze. "Then what are we waiting for?" He demanded. "Go and get the tracker!"

I took off running towards home, and felt Ferb run up beside me. Soon, everyone was following me. I looked at Ferb.

"We'll find her," he whispered quietly.

I gulped slightly and swiped at a stray tear. "We have to."

Isabella's POV

They—the mob—finally set me down in City Hall, on something that looked like a make-shift throne. I gasped as I saw Roger Doofenshmirtz, the mayor, sitting by the chair and holding a plate of grapes, looking zombified.

After a rough deposit onto the throne, I stared the mob down, wincing slightly as I saw Irving and Holly both near the front. "What do you want with me?" I said.

"YOU ARE OUR QUEEN," They said as one, something that was beyond freaky.

"Queen?" I asked hesitantly.

"YES," they insisted. "YOU ARE PERFECT. WE LOVE YOU."

"But I want to go home!" I said. "If I'm queen, don't you have to listen to me?"

They were silent for a moment. Then, someone stepped forward. I recognized him—he was a regular in Phineas and Ferb's backyard, although I didn't know his name. "We can't let you leave," he said. "We need you."

"You don't need me," I said impatiently. "You were fine without me before."

They didn't say anything.

"Look, you guys can just leave me alone," I said nervously. I started to get up, but somebody rushed at me to hold me down. He looked familiar, and realized that he was our friend Carl, from a while back.

"You can't leave," he said forcefully.

"Okay, I guess I'm not getting out of here that way," I muttered. I admit, I wasn't very scared anymore. From what I could tell, these people were harmless as long as they could see me. Plus, the shock factor had worn off, letting my natural Fireside Girl instincts come out, and those instincts were all business.

"Come with us," I heard, and I realized that the Fireside Girls, along with Bobbi Fabulous, the base player from Love Händel, were in front of me.

"Why?" I asked suspiciously. "And could you please talk normal!"

Gretchen seemed to make a physical effort to talk like a normal person. "You're clothes are unfit for wear," she said finally. I looked down and realized that she was right—my clothes were dirty and torn. I reached up and felt my head, and my bow was MIA.

"So…you guys are just going to get me some new clothes?" I asked.

Holly nodded.

"Okay," I gave in. "I guess I do need a change of clothes. I can't wear these." I figured that they couldn't really do anything dangerous, and my clothes were pretty ripped up. Besides, I was almost…liking this, except for the whole 'no, you can't go home' part. It was nice to be the center of attention.

They led me to a little shop across the street. "Wait a minute," I stopped them, reading the sign on the shop's window. "This isn't a clothing store. This is a hair salon!"

"Have you looked at your hair?" Bobbi Fabulous sniffed in slight disgust before returning to his zombie-like state. Hmm, nice to know; if a person really cares about something—the way Bobbi cares about hair—it can make them almost normal again.

I looked at my reflection in the window and gasped. My hair was flying every which way, and it was full of dust and grime. "Yuck," I said, wincing. "Okay, Bobbi, you can fix my hair." He took me inside and sat me in a chair, leaning me backward into a container of warm water, and began gently massaging shampoo into my tangled locks. I sighed; I could get used to this.

Phineas' POV

"Ferb!" I yelled. "I found it!" I pulled the old tracker out of a pile of wires in the garage and held it up. Everyone rushed over to it.

"Does it still work?" Ava asked quietly. She was visibly shaking, still scared from Isabella's abduction. Ferb walked over and put his arm around her. I smiled slightly—Isabella had been right, they did have a crush on each other. Then my smile melted away as I started to think about Isabella again.

"Let me check," I said to Ava, whose cheeks were now a rosy pink from Ferb's embrace. I turned it on, and it started vibrating like crazy, almost falling out of my hands. "It works," I grinned. "It's pointing towards the city." The screen on the tracker showed insane amounts of cuteness radiating from a hair salon downtown. "For some reason, she's in a hair salon," I said, confused.

Ferb shrugged as I looked at him.

"Whatever!" Buford exclaimed. "Let's go get Girly!" I looked at him, and realized that maybe Buford was better friends with Isabella than they let on. Admittedly, it's hard not to be friends with Isabella.

"Yeah, let's go." My smile was so big I'm surprised it fit on my face. I grabbed my bike and hopped on.

"Um, Phineas?" Baljeet stopped me from storming out of the house.

"What?" I asked impatiently.

"The rest of us don't have our bikes in your garage."

"Oh…right," I said sheepishly. "Okay, everyone, go home and get you bikes! Then meet back here."

A/N: I did tell you it was shorter. About a page and a half shorted on Word, actually. But I've been a busy bee! So anyway, Phineas thinks she's been completely abducted, but Isabella seems to be getting used to this! That can't be good...and I did stick a little Ava/Ferb in there, if anyone cares :)

Okedoke, review time.

Whythis: I do think he's starting to realize it, though!

Jet Engine: I couldn't have said it better myself.

Shadouge-and-Silvaze4ever: Um...thank you?

ayahsad167: I know, right? Fluff is good, but sometimes you just need to bite into a nice plot.

LaptopWriter22: Yay, I love being all unexpected-y and stuff!

gravity5: Oh trust me, it's coming.

Sabrina06: Yeah, zombies are kinda tough to work with :)

14AmyChan: He'll do his best...unless Isabella doesn't WANT to be saved! Gasp!

RedWingChris: Thanks!

Axis22: Gosh, this may take a while: 1) Don'tcha think it's just the tiniest bit creepy? 2) See? Creepy! 3) Yup 4) Again, yup 5) And also Mishti, Isabella, that Wendy girl from the Christmas special...geez Baljeet! 6) Meh, I don't think h has a crush on her, but I do think that they're better friends than they let on 7) I won't ask 8) It just is! 9) OH yeah, he's WAY in love... 10) That sounds painful 11) Ouch 12) Seriously, are you okay? 13) Maybe you should take a break from reading before you hurt yourself... 14) Well, wouldn't you be laughing? 15) Dude, stop hitting yourself! 16) She wasn't thinking 17) I wish he had a mute button sometimes... 18) Yup 19) Ugh, I know right? 20) I never said he could, I said that Charlotte was telling him about it 21) I was hoping someone would laugh :D 22) I don't know, I think it runs in the family. Look at Candace obsessing over Jeremy. They have a problem with love. 23) Stop hitting yourself! It sounds painful! 24) Seriously, is your face, like, red and raw yet? 25) Everybody's wrong sometimes 26) Apparently not. 27) I know 28) Yeah 29) She's oblivious in a different way 30) Yeah...you called it 31) The FGs and Irving pop up here! 32) I mean Lawrence 33) Here's Irving! 34) I did tell you to stop hitting yourself :)

MassiveSinger: Thanks!

Ryan Stoppable: Whoa, calm down there!

thedoraemons7: Thank you!

Jaybail: Thanks!

Mapiteu: I know, right?

Okay, gotta go, ciao!

Love, Cutie