"Phineas," my mother calls. "Phineas. Wake up." I sit up in bed. "What's the matter?" "I just got off the phone with Mrs. Garcio-Shapira," she says. "She invited us to the Midsummers' Festival, and I couldn't exactly say no." For one moment I hope with all my might that she said 'Garcia-Shapiro', but I'm pretty sure I heard 'Garcio-Shapira', which means it's Isabelle. Great. "Is Ferb coming?" "Ferb?" my mother asks. "Oh, no. He's going to the movies with Emily. I must say, it's a lot easier to make plans with the Kinneys when they're in this country." "Do I have to go?" I press. I wouldn't pass up the chance if I was going with Isabella and Ferb, but Isabelle is an exception. "Yes, Phineas. Get dressed." I sigh and put on my clothes. Rubbing my eyes, I walk downstairs. Mrs. Garcio-