Mackin and Hangin

I don’t really know how to describe this feeling other than stressful, so I decided to draw it

“We’re fixing up this spaceship that belongs to our new friend Meap.”

“Meap, he’s the most adorable thing in the world.”

“Really? Are you sure there’s nothing, or no one that’s more adorable?“

“No, not a chance.”

“Okay. I jury-rigged Ferb’s old GPS device, to create a cute tracker.”

“It locks on to the cutest thing in the area,”

“so it should lead us right to Meap.”

“Let’s see if we can get a signal.“

“Got something!”

“Oh, that’s probably me. Sorry.”

“No. It’s three miles in that direction.”

“Isabella, want to come with me and help me find Meap?“

“Sure!”

“I still haven’t gotten my”

“‘you wouldn’t know cute if it bit your legs off’“

“accomplishment badge.”

“Cool!”

“Let’s go!”

“Hmm, I’m having trouble picking up his cute signal.”

“Phineas, since you obviously won’t figure this out on your own,“

“I think I’m the one causing the cute interference.“

“Don’t be silly Isabella.”

“I took into account your cuteness, and adjusted the cute-meter settings accordingly from the beginning.”

“See, look what happens when I change it back to normal.”

Bonus Depiction Of Me Right Now:

“So, do I know romance or what?”

“what.”

“I said, do I know romance or-”

“So that’s Uncle Phineas and Ferb as kids?“

“That’s right.”

“And that girl looks like Aunt Isabella.“

“Did you hear that? Aunt Isabella!”

“That means I’m gonna marry Phineas!”

“Or Ferb.”

*clicks tongue*