Marie: So wonderful!! I'd love to be part of that game.
Irving: Cough!! Excuse me, your no sense blabbing is interrupting my concentration, girl.
Marie: Yeah...who are you again?
Irving: My name is Irving, leader of the Phineas and Ferb's fanclub, I document all of their extraordinary adventures. And for what I can tell you're an obvious example of what I love to call "a newbie fan", you have a retro-dress that's like Isabella's with Phineas' favorite color, which seems very unoriginal to me, you could try a little bit harder to look like a future version of Phineas and Isabella's non-solved relationship, commonly named "Phinbella". I fell shame for you, I could create a better prototype of their possible descendants; plus, your red wig looks so fake.
Marie: But...my dad likes this dress.
Irving: If you want to impress me, you'll have to do it better, newbie. You're so under my level, there's no better fan than me, and as an example: here's my most precious lock of Ferb's hair.
Marie: How did you get that lock of hair?
Irving: DON'T TOUCH IT!!
Marie: Wow...you really take this "being their best fan" thing seriously. I'd better hurry to my next stop: The Mid-Autumn masquerade dance.
Irving: The Mid-Autumn dance? There's almost two months until that. Which world do you come from?
*Mid-Autumn masquerade dance*
Marie: okay, you evil thing. Where did you put me in this time?
Marie: THIS IS SO COOL!! What a fantastic costumes!!
Marie: Now, where are mom and dad? I can't recognize anyone with those superb masks.