I'M NOT DEAD! HORRAY!

Sorry this took so long. But now I can take this story off of it's temprary hiatus! Okay, so I know this chapter isn't as long, and it's kinda dry in my opinion, but I hope you like it.

Chapter 2

Plans for a Competition

Back at the mayor's office, Perry watched as Roger continued to zip through his paperwork. He had finished half of it already, and it had only taken him about 30 minutes! Despite the fact that Doofenshmirtz was his nemesis, he had to admit, using the Fast-Forward-Inator to speed Roger through his work was a good idea.

"You see, Perry the Platypus? It's nothing harmful or anything, all it does is enable him to finish all his work faster. And it's only just 10 now! Starting at 10:30 won't be so bad, I'll still have plenty of time to do this competition with Roger." Perry chattered at Doofenshmirtz again. He was convinced Doofenshmirtz wasn't doing anything evil today, but he was still going to stick around, just to be on the safe side.

Back at Maple Drive…

Phineas, Isabella, and Fireside Girls troop 46231 arrived in front of Phineas and Ferb's house. A quick look around showed Chelsea and her Fireside Girls weren't here yet.

"Alright, I'm going inside to talk to Ferb about this. Will you be okay out here, Izzy?"

Isabella nodded. "Yeah, I should be fine. Besides, if I need you, you're right inside."

"Alright, well, Chelsea will be here any minute now. Don't let her get to you." Phineas opened the door and stepped inside his house. Ferb, Buford, Baljeet, and Irving were sitting on the sofa, thinking. "Hey guys. You come up with anything yet?"

Ferb shook his head. Buford responded, "I don't know how you guys come up with these things every day."

"Well, it helps to have such an active imagination. Anyway, I came to tell you guys, I may have a solution to our problem involving Chelsea."

Irving, curious, asked, "Phineas, how exactly does this 'Chelsea' know you guys? I've never heard of her, and I know almost everything about you guys!"

Phineas responded, "Oh, don't worry about it that much, Irving. She used to be my-" at that moment, Candace came into the living room. She was on her cell phone with Stacy, as usual.

"-and it was just gone! It doesn't make any sense! It wasn't even done yet!"

"Who knows, Candace. Maybe fate just doesn't want you to bust your brothers."

"I don't know about THAT, Stacy. But I just get so frustrated with it! The rocket was- Uh, hold on a second." She covered the receiver of the phone. "What are you guys up to now?"

"Well, we're going to be doing something to help Isabella with her little problem with Chelsea."

"….Stacy, I'll call you back." She hung up the phone, then raised a quizzical eyebrow at the kids. "What do you mean? You already did something today. It's not very often you do two things in one day, unless they're directly related."

"Well, as I was saying, I thought that maybe Isabella, Chelsea, and their troops of Fireside Girls could have a competition of some sort to see who can earn the most patches today. We just need to build a stadium and everything. You can help if you want to, Candace."

"What are you, kidding? When have I EVER helped you guys with anything? Okay, so I went with you guys around the world. But that wasn't helping, I was just going because I was in charge of you guys, and I wanted to see Jeremy."

"Alright, suit yourself, sis." Phineas sat down on the couch next to Ferb and said, "Alright, so, a competition, then. All we need to do is decide which patches to include so we can build the stadium accordingly." Phineas looked deep in thought. "Hmmm…."

Candace glanced over at Phineas. "Why are you so concerned about this, anyway? If you want her to leave your girlfriend alone, just go ASK her. You guys used to talk all the time."

"It's not that easy, Candace. Chelsea has had it out for Izzy for four years now. And don't you remember? When she came by 3 years ago, she seemed not to even notice me, or at least care that I knew her. I doubt she even wants to have anything to do with me at all."

"Well, okay then. Just out of curiosity, how come you have to think about which patches to put in the competition? You seemed to have an easy time helping me earn those 50 to see the Paisley Sideburn Brothers."

"Well, yeah, Candace. But we can choose ANY of the patches for this! For you, we had to pick the 50 you could get fastest. Plus, there's loads of patches that they already have! We can't just pick a patch out of the book! They might already have it!"

"Well, then, looks like you have to go talk to them, then. Go on, go outside. I'm going to call Stacy back. Later." Candace opened her phone, dialed Stacy, and left the room. Phineas, Ferb, Buford, Baljeet, and Irving sat in silence for a moment.

Phineas spoke up, "Alright, well, before we go find out which patches they can compete for, we should start drawing up some blueprints for the stadium itself. Let's get to work!"

Elsewhere in Danville….

Chelsea, Jessie, and their friends were on their way to Maple Drive. They were still a ways away, though. They walked in silence, with Chelsea in the front of the group, Jessie following close behind, and Alex, Tori, Marissa, and Shannon close behind her.

Jessie broke the silence, asking Chelsea, "Hey, Chelsea? Can I ask you something?"

Chelsea turned to look at her sister. "Look, sis, I love you, but I am NOT telling you why I hate Isabella so much."

"How come? We're sisters, Chelsea. We tell each other everything. As far as I know, you hate her just because you feel like it. Please? Just tell me."

Chelsea sighed. "I'm sorry, Jess, but I don't want to tell anyone. There is a reason, but I just…. I don't want anyone to know why."

"Fine, then. But I don't see why you hate her." Jessie fell back a bit from Chelsea, upset that her own sister wouldn't tell her her biggest secret. For as long as she could remember, they've always told each other everything. Jessie even knew how Chelsea felt about Ferb. Not even their parents know about that.

Alex spoke up, "Hey, don't let it get to you, Jess. I'm sure Chelsea has her reasons for not wanting to tell you."

"Well, yeah, but it hurts me that she won't, Alex. I mean, really, she tells me everything except for this."

"Just forget about it for now, Jessie. I'm sure she'll tell you eventually." Jessie smiled at Alex, and then looked back forwards. She could see Phineas and Ferb's house now, and she was hoping that whatever plan Chelsea had for Isabella, it'd be over quick. Despite her sister's hatred of Isabella, Jessie still thought of Isabella as a friend, and Isabella still sees Jessie as a friend, as well.

Back inside Phineas and Ferb's house, they were busy working on the blueprints. They had drawn up a large portion of the structure of the stadium, and were almost ready to go ask Isabella and Chelsea which patches they still need to get. Phineas looked at the blueprints and said, "Alright, Ferb. I guess we should go outside and see if-"

Phineas didn't finish his sentence, because outside, he heard Isabella scream "UGH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID, CHELSEA!" Phineas rushed outside and saw Isabella laying in a large mud puddle with Chelsea close by, laughing like a hyena.

Chelsea, in the midst of her laughter, let out, "Oh, Isabella! That is SO not what I intended to do, but it's so much BETTER! Look at yourself!" Chelsea was laughing so hard, tears were actually beginning to spill from her eyes. From the ground, Isabella shot a death glare at her rival as Phineas helped her up. Ferb and the others had made it outside by now, and everyone around was glancing disapprovingly at Chelsea, even Buford.

Isabella brushed most of the mud off of her outfit, stomped over to Chelsea, whose laughter had started dying down, and glared right into her eyes. "Chelsea, you've made a fool of me for the last time. I swear, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna crush you."

Chelsea returned the glare, and responded mockingly, "Oh, really? And how exactly do you intend to do that? You seem to forget: I've been beating you out for the past 4 years now."

Isabella continued glaring at Chelsea. "Chelsea, I challenge you and your troop to a competition to see which troop can earn the most patches fastest."

Chelsea's expression changed to one of shock for a moment, before returning to the smug look she always wore around Isabella. She snickered, then responded, "Fine. But don't you go crying to your boyfriend when we're the ones who crush YOU!" Chelsea and Isabella stayed glaring at each other. As they did so, Troop 46231 and Troop 37295 glanced on, with upset expressions on their faces. They were beginning to doubt that the two would ever get along…

In the Mayor's office once more…

Roger was nearing the completion of his work Perry had gotten another baseball, and had been tossing it at the wall for about half an hour, and Doofenshmirtz had been sitting patiently while waiting for Roger to quickly finish his work. "Okay, Perry the Platypus, he's almost done. Y-you should probably put the baseball back now." Perry looked at him, then complied and put the ball back in the box. He then looked over at Roger, who was about to finish his work.

As he stood up, Roger said, "Wow, I finished that work a lot faster than I thought I would. Okay, Heinz, I guess we can go now." Doofenshmirtz picked up the box of sports supplies and left the building with Perry and Roger.

As they walked down to the park, Doofenshmirtz said to Perry, "Really, Perry, you could go if you want. I'm not up to anything. Although, I could use an extra hand with this sports thing with Roger. Some of these sports are gonna need an extra hand so that it's not such a burden on us to like go get the baseballs every time we swing and miss or something like that. Could you help?" Perry chattered and gave Doofenshmirtz a thumbs up, indicating that he would help. "Oh, thank you, Perry the Platypus! There's got to be at least one thing in here that I can beat Roger at. Look at him, he thinks he's so tough. But I'm gonna beat him at something today, I just know it!" Perry continued walking on towards the park, half expecting Doofenshmirtz to reveal one of his -inators at a later point of the day.