Staring at the mirror, making sure every tiny detail was perfect, stood the most convincing vision of Isabella Garcia-Sharpiro. but it wasn't her, it was Bella; the biggest Phineas-fan in her entire city. Clearing her throat she spoke, to her reflection "Hey Phineas. whatcha doin'?" After rearranging her big pink bow for the millionth time that morning she tried her impersenation again, "Whatcha doin?" Finally satisfied that she had perfected everything to a point that she could have passed of as Isabella to her own mother, she made her way down stairs.