"PHINEAS!" The sound jerks me out of sleep and into the morning. I open my eyes and see my mom, stepdad, stepbrother, and best-friend-slash-neighbor grinning from ear to ear. "Happy fourteenth birthday!" says my mom. Ferb winks. "You're so old..." "Thanks, guys," I say, getting up slightly embarassed that Isabella's in the room while I look like I just rolled out of bed. Oh wait... I actually did. Ah well. The rest of them leave the room and go into the kitchen while I get dressed. Walking downstairs, I see a cake with my face on it and the words "Happy Birthday Phineus" on it, along with fourteen candles. "Phineus?" I ask, confused. "The man at the bakery was a million years old and partially deaf," says Isabella. "I guess Phineus was a common name back in the Mezozoic era." I laug