P&F
Phineas and Ferb were in their dorm, working on the final plans for the fair. Well, it should be stated that Phineas was more busy with his other plans that ran concurrent to the fair, but he was still working. He sat on the couch, scratching his head with the eraser of his pencil, head tilted in concentration as he worked on the lyrics to his song. "Hey Ferb," he started, looking up from the notepad. "How many rides did you figure out would fit in the yard and parking lot? Will there be enough room for all of them?"