"Fireside Diaries"
Story Written by Freedom Fighter

Sorry about the two-day delay, but finally, I present to you all… the second half of the two-part fourth season finale!

This one's going to be a doozy…

Disclaimer: The characters of 'Phineas and Ferb' belong to Disney. So does the song referenced in this entry.

Concurrent with (means some events occur at the same time with):
- Entry #533 ("Fireside Diaries," Episode 412)


Entry #534 - Written by Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, troop leader

So, about a month ago, this happened…

The two girls started running towards the stage to do just that. But along the way, tragedy struck. Isabella appeared to trip over something, and she stumbled to the ground.

"Noooooo..."

Seeing her friendly rival going down, Adyson stopped running and went back to check on her.

"Isabella? Isabella, are you okay?"

Pan over to Isabella, who was lying in a hospital bed with a cast on her left leg that went all the way up to just below her knee. That leg was also elevated, in order to prevent her from putting any weight on it.

"Ginger told me the prognosis this morning," Adyson said as she pulled up a chair next to the bed so the two girls could talk. "You're gonna be on crutches for at least a month, girl!"

Forced out of the game for so long, I had no choice but to temporarily give up leadership to another member of the troop.

Isabella smiled. "Keep it. 'Cause I think we just found our true temporary leader!"

The room erupted with applause and jubilation, as the other girls got up to go and congratulate Adyson.

Adyson's being doing a great job despite the circumstances…

Adyson and Baljeet took a deep breath, then said the exact same thing.

"This was fun, but I think we should break up."

The two gasped.

But neither she nor I could be prepared for what happened next…


Isabella was sitting in front of her computer, working on an important document. Suddenly, she heard a 'ding' sound come from her speakers. That was the signal that she had gotten a new e-mail in her inbox. She quickly switched tabs and started to read it.

"Huh?" she gasped, a certain sentence getting her attention. "WHAT?"


20 minutes later, her family's car pulled up in front of her troop's lodge. Getting out, she made her way to the entrance door as fast as she could. Because although she was no longer on crutches, she had on a protective boot on over her left leg, which hindered her slightly. Still, it only took a few steps more than usual to reach the door and push it open…

Once I was inside, I knew that the next few days were NOT going to be fun.

"Wha-wha-what? What's going on in here?"

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Entry #534 [FSD413] - Revelation (09.11.13)
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Isabella looked all around the interior of her troop's lodge. The members of Troop 28933 were spread wide and far, in the midst of doing some redecorating. Betty and Veronica were bringing in potted flowers, which were mostly carnations and chrysanthemums. Lauren was in the process of installing a second computer, one slightly newer than the one Troop 46231 had. And Abigail was putting up a framed painting of Elizabeth dressed as the Queen of England, right next up to the one of Fireside Girls' founder Eliza M. Feyerseid.

Seeing all this, Isabella again shouted for an explanation.

"Hello? Anyone wanna tell me what's going on in here?"

"CHIEF!"

Isabella turned and saw Gretchen and some of the other girls walk up. She could just tell by looking at their faces that they were scared and confused.

"Gimme the 4-1-1, Gretchen."

Gretchen whispered the situation to Isabella. It did not take long for her to start scowling in anger.

"Where. Is. She?"


Elizabeth was leading Adyson through the lodge's backyard, pointing out things that she wanted changed now that she was in charge.

"Fir trees aren't that sturdy when it comes to construction of ye treehouse. Perhaps we should invest in some mature black spruces? Two or three be fine; we'll give those firs to someone who needs it more. After all, recycle, recycle, recycle! Anything to make this skyscraper-locked gruff of a yard look more… inviting."

"And how do you suppose we get the permits for all that tree-related work?" seethed Adyson.

"Don't ye have connections? I'm sure those lads Phineas and Ferb would be willing and able to speed along such a task through council."

"You know, technically, Elizabeth, I AM still acting troop leader until the change-of-leadership ceremony."

"All a formality. Besides, you need my leadership right now, given how lazy your troop has become since you were placed in command. Perhaps if a certain lassie would spend less time with her boyfriend."

Elizabeth paused, then let out a staged gasp.

"Oh, right! Ye broke up with him, didn't ya?"

That's a low blow, Elizabeth.

"That's a low blow, Elizabeth!" Isabella exclaimed, hobble-marching into the yard.

See? Even I agree with myself.

Isabella got in between the two girls and started a vigorous verbal defense of her friend.

"What Adyson does outside of the Fireside Girls is her own business. It hasn't affected her ability to lead this troop effectively. Got it?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "If you say so, Chief."

"Isabella," Adyson interjected, putting a hand on Isabella's shoulder. "It's okay. She… she can say whatever she wants. She IS going to be in charge now, after all."

Isabella gave her a confused stare. "Where did you get that idea from?"

"The message Elizabeth got from the higher-ups!"

"Exactly," Elizabeth said in agreement. "What, you don't believe the word of your own girl's mouth?"

"You girls read need to work a little on reading comprehension."

Gretchen came running out with a printed copy of the e-mail Isabella had been sent. It was the same one that had been sent to Elizabeth. Gretchen handed it to Isabella, who began to reread it to herself.

"What's there to debate?" questioned Elizabeth. "It says that our troops are merging as a result of LRAC! The Lodge Realignment and Closure Commission. Troop 46231 is dissolving and its membership is now in Troop 28933's recruitment jurisdiction. As leader of Troop 28933, that means that all of you are under my command."

"Actually," corrected Isabella, "it says Troop 46231 is absorbing the recruitment jurisdiction of Troop 28933. So it's your troop becoming part of mine. Not the other way around."

"What? That can't be!"

Isabella handed the paper to her and Elizabeth looked it over again.

"Awesome!" cried a giddy Adyson. "I'm gonna tell Elizabeth's girls to stop with the redecorating."

"Hold it right there!" growled Elizabeth.

"Now what?" Adyson turned around, grumbling.

"As the one who was the leader of the now-defunct Troop 28933, I have every right to motion for a leadership election for the newly merged troop."

"You can't do that! You can't do…"

"She can totally do that, Addy," cut in Isabella.

"Seriously?"

"We'll have it on Saturday during the meeting. Speech or two, quick vote, majority rules. You versus me. Got it?"

"Ye sure you're up to it, darlin'?" queried Elizabeth. "That boot tells me you're not ready to retake your position as troop leader by Saturday. And, per regulations, any troop leader who is on injured relieve and is unable physically and mentally to retake their position after a six-week period must permanently relinquish the title to any other active member of the troop. By election, of course."

Adyson laughed. "No way that's a rule. No way that's a… Isabella?"

"It's a rule."

"No way!"

Gretchen handed Adyson an abridged version of the Fireside Girls' Handbook, and she started flipping through it. And after she found the rule…

"Ugh… yes way."

"If I'm running unopposed, then I guess it IS still a formality. As of Saturday, I will be your new queen, girls! Er, I mean troop leader."

With that, Elizabeth marched back inside with her nose snootily pointed upwards as she passed Isabella and the others.

"When she's right, she's right," noted Gretchen.

"Maybe so," Isabella said aloud, "but there's one thing Elizabeth forgot."

Adyson continued reading down the page and instantly figured out what Isabella was referring to. She started reading it aloud.

"'In the event that a leader of one the troops to be merged is unable to resume her duties prior to the election, said leader may appoint the Fireside Girl she has temporarily passed control of her troop to to run in her place.'"

Isabella nodded. "Hopefully it won't come to that, but Adyson… would you do it if I asked you to?"

"I suppose. Though being a full-time student, class president, AND Fireside Girl troop leader won't be easy."

"I know you can handle it. You wouldn't have been in charge here the last month if I thought you couldn't."

"Thanks, Izzy. But just so I don't have to make that decision… you'll be fit and ready to retake this Troop Leader Patch from me before Saturday. Right?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

Why wouldn't I be? Right? Right?


Two days earlier, at Isabella's house...

"ISA! You have a visitor!"

Isabella did not hear her mom call out to her, as she was sitting at her computer; she was listening to music as she did some homework on her desk. So she was a little surprised when she heard somebody knocking on her open door.

"Hi, Isabella! Can I come in?"

It was Phineas. Immediately, Isabella panicked and pushed the boy of her dreams out of her room. She slammed the door shut and then immediately went to work tidying up her room. Most of that involved taking close to 100 photos, drawings, paintings, small clay statues, and anything other work of art that, when seen, would undoubtedly tell Phineas that she has a crush on him, and hiding them.

Don't give me that look! If you had a shrine dedicated to your crush that he didn't know about, you'd keep it a secret from him too!

After a minute, Isabella reopened the door to her room.

"Hi, Phineas!" she cooed sweetly, as if he had just gotten there now instead of 60 seconds ago. "Whatcha doin'?"

"I wanna talk about something. Mind if I come in?"

"Sure!"

She stepped aside to let him in. As Phineas gave himself a visual tour of Isabella's room, a feeling of joy spread over her.

"Wow. Phineas. In my room! I never thought this would happen until my... my... I was older."

Isabella went in and headed back to her chair. For lack of a better place to sit, Phineas plopped down onto the edge of Isabella's bed.

"Whoa," gasped Phineas aloud. "And here I thought all girls' rooms were like Candace's."

"Ahem." Isabella politely coughed, steering the conversation in the right direction.

"Your Mom said it was okay to come up. If you want me to leave..."

"No. No, I don't. So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, you see, it's like this, Isabella. For months, I've been thinking of the right words to say to you at this very moment. And now, out of nowhere, I know what those words must be!"

"Yes?"

Phineas took Isabella's hands in his and looked deep into her eyes.

"Isabella, I want you to explore 'a whole new world! That's where we'll be! A thrilling chase; a wondrous place! For you and me!'"

"Well-placed lyric recital. Oh, and I'D LOVE TO!"

Phineas let go of Isabella and spun himself behind a panel screen. He spun out from the other side, now dressed like a sultan, complete with a turban that had a feather sticking out of the front of it. Isabella gasped as Phineas came back to her and pulled her out of her chair. He guided her to a carpet lying on the floor in the center of the room. Along the way, the walls magically fell outward, revealing nothing but upon sky. Isabella giggles as she and Phineas sat down on the carpet, which immediately lifted up off the ground.

"A magic carpet?"

"Yep. And improved from the first one for a smoother ride... for two!"

"Oh, Phineas!"

Isabella rested her head on Phineas' shoulder as the carpet rose to a cruising altitude and then headed off to some faraway romantic place.


"Isabella? Isabella!"

Isabella felt Phineas shaking her gently, trying to get her attention.

"Phineas! I... I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"Well, I just wanted to ask you if you want to help us plan the Tri-State Area Sweetheart Dance. We volunteered for it through City Council. Me and Ferb, that is. Anyway, we're used to spur-of-the-moment creations, and I figured a great event planner like yourself could help us get everything together in a week! You up to it?"

"Am I up to it? You know it!"

"GREAT! Let's go to my place! I wanna show you what we've go so far!"

"AWESOME!"

Isabella did a fist pump - without Phineas seeing - and followed him out of the room.

What? We're 11. Girl's gotta take what she can get.


And what I got was more than anyone could ever ask for.

Whimsical music began playing in the background, as Isabella stood next to Phineas, listening to him explain the blueprints he and Ferb had already started on. She sighed audibly as he talked, more entranced by the way his mouth was moving rather than the words coming out of it…


The next afternoon, Isabella was inputting some of her suggestions, including a giant heart-shaped entranceway into the dance hall, which would announce couples as they came in via a speaker and a fancy light display. Phineas gave her a thumbs up and then walked away. Once he had left, Isabella turned the blueprint over to page two, in which she planned to program it to display the words 'Together Forever' after she and Phineas walked in.


The afternoon after that, Isabella was assisting Phineas in taking inventory in the garage so that they knew what to order. While doing so, their hands inadvertently touched while going for the same square piece of wood. They stared at each other for a few seconds before they both realized what was going on, and they quickly forced apologies for doing so.


But just minutes later, the two crossed paths once more. Isabella was trying to carry a cardboard box out to a waiting moving truck. Suddenly, she backed into Phineas, who had his back towards her. She let the box fall out of her hands and the contents spill out onto the grass. Phineas hastily apologized and helped Isabella gather all the items and put them all back in the box. While doing so, their hands touched once more, and again, they stared at each other for a short amount of time.

Eventually, though, they snapped out of it once more, and went back to what they were doing.


A little while later, the fully-loaded moving truck drove out of the Flynn-Fletcher driveway. Once it was out of sight, Phineas turned to face Isabella.

"Isabella, I want you to have this."

He handed her a credit card.

"Our entire city-approved budget for the event is on that. I can trust you to order everything, right?"

"O-O-Of course!"

"There's enough on there to buy something nice for yourself as a thank you gift! Thanks a lot, Isabella… this wouldn't be possible without you! I'm glad you were here to help!"

Phineas waved goodbye as he headed back through the gate, disappearing into his backyard. Meanwhile, Isabella was stunned just about speechless after hearing those words come out of her crush's mouth.

"He was glad… he appreciated me! D-D-D-Does that mean…"

If that meant what I thought it meant, well…

I'm still ready to retake my Troop Leader Patch. Yes. Yes, I am.

I… think…


Saturday

The members of Troop 46231, both old and new, were gathered in the meeting room of the lodge. The newer members all appeared cool and collected, especially Elizabeth, who was refining her speech at the last minute with Lauren. Meanwhile, all of the older members seemed to be nervous. Particularly Adyson, who was on her phone, attempting to call someone.

"Where is she?" Adyson wondered aloud. "She KNOWS the meetings start at 10! She made that rule, y'know."

Adyson started pacing. Holly tried to calm her down.

"Chill, girl! She'll be here."

"What if she's not? Holly, I didn't prepare a speech!"

"You could just wing it."

"'Winging it' doesn't win elections. You think I would've beaten Isabella out for class president if I 'winged it?'"

"Okay, okay! Don't rip my head off."

All of a sudden, Gretchen ran into the room.

"Everyone! You HAVE to see this!"


Gretchen led everyone into the storage room. When they got in there, they saw that there was an orange sash lying on the sorting table. It was a sash that had a ton of patches seen in it.

"It's someone's sash," muttered Elizabeth. "So what?"

"I'd recognize those patches anywhere!" exclaimed Adyson. "That's Isabella's sash!"

Everyone in the room gasped in shock.

"This was with it," Gretchen added, holding up a sealed envelope.

She handed it to Adyson, who tore it open and read the letter inside, while others either read or listened along.


If you're reading this, then you've already seen my Fireside sash on the table. Allow me to explain.

Two hours earlier...

Isabella opened the door to the storage room and turned the lights on. She trotted over to the sorting table and placed her cleanly pressed and folded sash on top of it. She then put the sealed envelope atop that.

Since temporarily stepping away as your fearless leader six weeks ago because of my injury, I haven't been able to spend any time with you girls. Seeing you all in school and hearing about all your Fireside adventures just isn't the same if I'm not there with you to experience them all. I missed being able to hang out with you girls and have fun. I missed being there for you all when times were tough and everything didn't go our way. I missed being there every time we triumphed, especially when it came to obtaining some of the more difficult patches.

I missed being a Fireside Girl! And up until a few days ago, I was ready to come back... even if my leg wasn't.

But something's changed.

Being alone more often than not the last month or so, I've had a lot of time to think. And when I wasn't by myself, the one person that I was with was a special someone that I'm really, really fond of. And you know what? He made me realize that as much as being a Fireside Girl enabled me to spend a good deal of time with him, NOT being one, albeit temporarily, allowed me to spend even more time by his side. I wanted so much to move on to the next step in my relationship, but as Adyson has shown during my time away, doing too many things at once can lead to frustration, heartbreak, and disaster. So it's with a heavy heart that I write this next sentence.

I'm leaving the Fireside Girls.

I realize now that my desire to be with him is greater than the one to be your leader. And I feel that if I can't give you 100 percent as troop leader, then I'd be disrespecting myself, you all, and the Fireside Girl brand.

Now standing in the doorway, Isabella took one last look at her sash on the table before turning off the lights...

Post this as the end of my final entry for the Fireside Diaries. I wish you all good luck. See you around, girls.

"Goodbye."

...and closing the door, leaving the lodge and the Fireside Girls... forever.

End Entry
End Season Four

Author's Notes:
So… raise your hand if you were expecting THAT ending…

The series to date has kinda skirted around doing much with Phineas and Isabella. And, believe it or not, this was kind of a transition season. This season picked up where the previous one left off, resolving the Adyson-Baljeet-Ginger love triangle. But I wonder how many of you considered that the end result of that storyline would affect Isabella's ongoing one-sided romance with Phineas, and how it would lead her to do something drastic to push it to the next level. The entire season, believe it or not, has been building to this finale, ending in a decision that affects pretty much everyone in the series.

So your question probably is… is there going to be a fifth season?

Usually, this is the point where I say 'yes' and I ask you guys to start submitting ideas for entries, like in the past. But right now, the answer is… maybe. Don't get me wrong. I love writing this series. You guys love reading it. But right now, I'm kind of creatively bankrupt. In other words, I'm not sure where to go from here. Even though there's this cliffhanger thread for Isabella, what about the other girls? This series isn't just about Isabella; it's about Gretchen, Adyson, Holly, Ginger, Milly, and Katie too. And to be frank, I just don't know right now where I want to go with the other girls yet. At least in terms of fresh ideas and stuff both you and I would like.

So this may be the end. This may not be. It may be awhile before I make a decision. Regardless of what that is, I just want to thank you all for being here these past two-plus years. Whether you've been here from the get-go with "Phineas is Mine" or you just started discovered this tonight, I'd like to thank you for all your support. This series wouldn't have gotten this far without all of you. When I make that decision, I'll be sure to post it both on my Twitter and on my profile page so that you all know.

Until the day of that announcement, again, thank you, and thanks for checking out "Fireside Diaries." Good night, and for now, goodbye.

- Freedom Fighter