"You ready, Iantha?" Phineas poked his head into the guest room where Iantha was staying. "I'm not ready yet!" An alarmed voice called from underneath Iantha's bed. "Iantha, we're gonna be late for trick or treating!" "Go on without me. I'm uh, still getting ready." After Phineas left, Iantha crawled out from under her bed. She still wasn't wearing a costume. She was waiting for everyone else to leave first. After a few minutes, Iantha's costume was finished. She looked admiringly at herself in the mirror. "Perfect." She was a banana. And she was ready to trick-or-treat.