* Before New Year's and school Comes to end it *
* So the holiday challenge For kids of all nations *
* Is finding a good way to spend it d.
Ah, Christmas Eve.
It was a great idea to climb back into bed this morning.
Oh, I almost forgot. Helmets!
All set? Let's do this thing.
D Like maybe *
* Turning our beds into dual toboggans *
* And sliding down a ski-jump tower *
* Building a snowman The size of Colossus *
* Or giving a Yeti a shower *
* Staging a snowball fight With giant catapults *
* And snow angels that really fly *
* Rocking a Christmas carol *
* Wrapping a present Or just shoveling snow off the drive d.
Well, they can't all be fun.
D As you can see There's a whole lot of stuff to do *
* Before school starts next year *
* So stick with us, 'Cause Phineas and Ferb *
* Are gonna spread some Christmas cheer *
* So stick with us, 'Cause Phineas and Ferb *
* Are gonna spread some Christmas cheer d.
Mom, Phineas and Ferb are making a Christmas special!
We're slowing down.
I see why dogs enjoy the sensation.
Delayed? What do you mean delayed?
Candace, honey,
the snow storm has delayed your grandparents' plane.
Your father and I have to wait here at the airport until they arrive.
It may be hours.
But I need your help.
Stacy told me that Marcus told her
that Jeremy told him that he got the perfect gift for me.
Oh, no. How will you manage?
Mom, think. If Jeremy found the perfect gift for me,
then I have to find the perfect gift for him.
I thought you already got a gift for Jeremy.
I did, but I can't show up with an obvious, stupid present
that anyone could have gotten him.
The perfect gift means that you totally get the other person
in the most deep and paying-attention-y way.
If his gift to me is perfect and my gift to him isn't,
he's gonna be so hurt and insulted
and think I'm lame and thoughtless
and he'll stop liking me.
Oh, Candace, honey, I don't think…
You poor thing.
Forgive me, boys. What are your brothers up to?
Not a thing. Which is weird.
What are they up to?
Love you, Mom. Got to run. Bye.
Plow!
House.
We're coming in too fast.
Those two are so busted.
For lollygagging in bed?
That's not like you two.
We've been working on a way to seize the day
while also not having to get out of bed so early.
I think we can cross that one off our to-do list.
Let me see that. What is this?
Number one was write letters to Santa.
What, did you start this to-do list when you were three years old?
We write letters to Santa Claus every year. Don't you?
Letters to Santa? That's for little kids.
Santa's not just for little kids, Candace.
OK, fine. Let's assume there is a Santa Claus…
Well, of course there is.
There's been a ton of reported sightings.
Oregon, 1978. Northern Scotland, 1954.
The so-called Santa Cloth found in Istanbul, 1912.
Santa's one of our biggest heroes.
Talk about making the most out of one day.
Imagine flying around the whole world delivering toys and gifts
to everybody in one night.
Ferb and I have done some cool stuff in our time.
But that, that's something else.
Again, let's assume there is a Santa Claus. He's got it easy.
The hard part is trying to figure out what to give people
when they don't write you a letter telling you exactly what they want most.
And by "people," I mean "Jeremy,"
and by "you," I mean "me" and…
No, the rest is pretty much literal.
Well, I'm sure Jeremy would get exactly what he wanted
if he wrote his own letter to Santa.
Letters to Santa.
- Wow, she's lapped us. - That's for little kids.
Wait, that's it. I'll trick Jeremy into writing a letter to Santa
so I can sneak a peek and learn what he wants
straight from the horse's mouth.
And by "mouth," I mean, "pen."
And by "horse," I mean "Jeremy."
And… Yeah, we're good.
Or you can ask him directly what he wants to avoid any unnecessary complications.
You are such a child sometimes.
You know, Ferb,
just think of all the wonderful things Santa does for us,
and he never asks for anything in return.
Wait, that's it. Ferb, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
As usual, we're…
Man, no. That's not at all what I was thinking.
Oh, dude!
Yeah, that's it. I'll call in the troops. You wonder where Perry is.
D Fa la la la la la la la la la la la *
* Fa la la la la la la d.
Hello.
Wintertime's fun. Follow me.
Come on, follow me.
Plow!
Ah, Agent P. There you are. Merry Christmas.
Oh, great. You brought snacks.
Wintertime's fun.
Follow me.
Secret Santa time.
Agent P.
Ah! Here you are.
Oh, A Sal Tuscany Christmas.
You lucked out, Agent P. Your secret Santa has exquisite taste.
Criminy, Karl, it's supposed to be a Secret Santa.
What? No, I didn't get it for him.
- Right. - No, really, I didn't.
The more you protest, the more we know you gave it to him.
Fine, think what you want. Whatever.
OK, Scrooge. We got it.
Uh-oh.
Sorry, Agent P. I… I guess evil never takes a holiday.
If you'll direct your attention to the screen.
Morning, Agent P. A wise man once said…
Eyes on the screen.
A wise man once said, "Evil never takes a holiday."
We don't know what Doofenshmirtz is up to,
but he's evil and Christmas…
Evil people hate Christmas. It's a cliché. Sad cliché.
Good luck, Agent P, and Merry Christmas.
Karl, stop filming your butt. Film mine. It's a party.
Hello?
Happy Christmas Eve, my little drummer boy.
Hey, Candace. You know, I don't play drums. I play guitar.
I know, silly billy.
So, what you doing?
Not sleeping anymore. How about you?
I just thought it was the perfect day to show some Christmas spirit.
Like when you're young and wrote letters to Santa.
Would you keep that lame junk away from my window?
I'm sorry. What was I saying?
Writing letters to Santa Claus?
Letters to…
Brilliant idea.
Let's get together and write letters to Santa
and be very specific within a reasonable price range.
For fun! I'll be over in a bit.
Candace, this isn't one of these things…
He doesn't suspect a thing.
I just hope this works.
'Cause I don't have a clue.
D What kind of present Does he dream about? *
* A leather wallet or a singing trout? *
* What I should get him is a mystery *
* And if it's lame Will he still want me? *
* What does he want? *
* DVD or some video games? *
* What does he want? *
* Maybe one of those new digital frames? *
* What does he want? *
* Something to fit his personality *
* What does he want? *
* The perfect present is a eluding me *
* My friends all tell me That I shouldn't obsess *
* But how can I avoid the stress? *
* I need to know but right now all I can do is guess *
* What does he want? *
* A fancy cell phone or a tube of grout *
* What does he want? *
* I don't know but I'll figure it out *
* What does he want? *
* Rear-view mirror glasses as seen on TV *
* What does he want? *
* I only wish I knew what he got me d.
'Cause I hear it's perfect.
D What does he want? d.
Awesome. Phase one complete.
- Hey, guys. - Cool clubhouse.
Oh, no. This is not, how you say, a clubhouse.
This is the ultimate rest and relaxation lounge
perfectly tailored to the jolly, Rubenesque world traveler.
It's a rest stop for Santa.
- Oh! I see. - Oh. Why did you not just say that?
Highlights include sauna, massage table, satellite television,
elliptical machine to work off all the milk and cookies,
milk and cookies, reindeer feeding station
and, of course, beard purifier.
But this is only the beginning.
Remember when you wrote letters to Santa asking him for presents?
Yes!
Letters to Santa.
Did you always get the presents you asked for?
Pretty much, yes.
Of course. Now, did you ever write a thank-you note to Santa?
Well, no, but nobody ever told…
No.
Well, I think it's time someone did something cool for Santa
to show him we appreciate everything he does for us.
So we're gonna turn the entire city of Danville into a giant,
shimmering thank-you card to Santa Claus.
So, what you're saying is it's not a clubhouse.
D Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated! d.
Ah, Perry the Platypus. I have a present for you!
And by "present," of course, I mean "trap."
Oh, look how festive you are. Wait, wait. Hold on.
D And a partridge on a Perry *
the Platypus.
Now, Perry the Platypus, behold! The Naughty-inator!
When activated, the naughty nectar in these giant glass cylinders
will create a massive charge cloud of pure naughtiness.
When Santa then makes his list and checks it twice,
everyone in the tri-state area
will appear to be naughty instead of nice!
And no nice equals no Santa, equals no Christmas.
There's just one tiny little blemish on my otherwise perfect plan.
I don't actually have a problem with Christmas.
There's no tragic, holiday-related back-story in my past.
Christmas was always fine growing up.
It wasn't great, it wasn't horrible.
You see, unlike every other evil scientist,
I don't hate Christmas.
There are plenty of other holidays I can't stand.
For example…
Wait. Wait, hold on. One second. I can't get this…
For example
* You see, Valentine's is torture *
* And my birthday is a mess *
* New Year's is a lot of noise And Arbor Day's a pest *
* Halloween's a horror But I guess I must confess *
* That I really don't hate Christmas *
* You see, Flag Day is infernal April Fools' is just a bore *
* Mardi Gras is a waste Unless you own a candy store *
* All these other holidays I can admit that I abhor *
* But I really don't hate Christmas *
* Now it isn't that I like it At the most I feel ambivalence *
* But should I really just destroy it? *
* I'll admit that I'm still on the fence *
* It makes me tense *
* From the evil scientist community I'm sure to get ejected *
* But for Christmas I can't seem to summon Any true invective *
* Because what is there to hate? *
* I mean, it's really so subjective *
* No, I really don't hate Christmas! *
* I hate puppy dogs and kittens *
* I hate flowers in the spring *
* Heck, I even hate the sunshine *
* and the birdies when they sing *
* I can work up animosity For almost anything *
* Tell me why I don't hate Christmas! *
* So my childhood was atrocious *
* Christmas never was that bad, you see *
* So the most that I can muster Is complete and total apathy *
* What's wrong with me? *
* How can I prove that I'm an evil villain Worth his salt *
* When with a holiday so jolly I can't even find a fault? *
* If I didn't feel ambiguous I'd launch a big assault *
* But I really don't hate Christmas! d.
Oh, what the heck? Kick line!
D No, I really *
* No, I really don't hate Christmas! d.
I have an intense, burning indifference.
I didn't even create the Naughty-inator myself
because I compulsively, obsessively just couldn't be bothered.
No, the plans were mailed to me from Borneo,
where my Uncle Justin is rumored to be in hiding.
It's really a sweet gift,
but how can I destroy Christmas without having a good reason?
Well, I guess I have no choice,
but to sit and wait for a reason.
All right, everyone. I want to thank you all for helping.
Grab yourselves some decorations and let's get our grateful on.
D We're hanging a star above our tree *
* And don't it look lovely? *
* The lights and the tinsel's sparkling for you *
* I've got the Christmas feeling *
* I take it everywhere I go *
* And make that Christmas feeling grow *
* So warm by the fireplace we glow *
* All cozy and happy *
* Hang all the stockings In a row with you *
* I've got the Christmas feeling *
* I take it everywhere I go *
* And make that Christmas feeling grow *
* It feels like Christmas *
* Christmas *
* Come on, I know You don't wanna miss this *
* Let's make that Christmas feeling grow *
* Oh *
* Let's make that Christmas feeling grow *
* Got that Christmas feeling *
* Tricked Jeremy into Writing a letter to Santa! Yeah! Yeah! *
* It's that old Christmas feeling *
* Singing what I'm doing! Yeah! Yeah! d.
Hello, my little red-nosed reindeer.
Ready to write our letter to Santa?
Hey! In a minute, Candace.
I'm right in the middle here.
I was thinking, maybe you could help me finish decorating first.
No! It'll be too late! The stores will all be closed!
And by "stores," I mean "the post office,"
and by "buying a gift," I mean "mailing the letters."
You didn't say "buying a gift."
Oh, good. That would've been a dead giveaway.
Hey, everyone, the next decoration delivery is here!
The tinsel.
Wait. Come back. Our letters.
We have to write them quickly. I already licked the stamps.
You know, all I really want for Christmas
is the ability to hate Christmas.
Is that too much to ask?
Were you expecting someone?
D We wish you a merry Christmas *
* We wish you a merry Christmas *
* We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year d.
Oh, yeah, see. How can you hate Christmas listening to that?
D …bring us some figgy pudding Oh, bring us some figgy pudding d.
"Bring us figgy pudding."
Well, you could say "please," but, you know, whatever.
Great. Figgy pudding.
D We won't go until we get some We won't go until we get some *
* So bring some right here d.
What? What? Are you threatening me?
- D We won't go until we get some d. - How dare you!
No one barges into my home and demands desserts.
What sort of plan is that anyway?
Let's go to a stranger's house and in song form refuse to leave
unless he hands over a food dish no one's prepared since the 16th century.
Well, if that's how things are, I have my reason to push this button.
So long, Christmas. You're Feliz Navi-dead to me.
See? It's… That was Spanish.
'Tis the season to be naughty.
Can I at least get a diet soda?
Hmm, what have we here? Oh! Tusk! Tusk!
Hello, Blay'n!
Oh! What have you there?
A bunch of last-minute naughties. It's a shame, huh, Clewn't?
Kids! They get worse every year.
Ungrateful little…
I'm gonna go sit in the dark and mumble to myself.
He wasn't always that way.
In fact, he used to love kids.
In fact, he used to be where the action is.
Toy making.
In fact, he was the fastest and best toy maker of them all.
In fact, they used to call him.
"Clewn't, the fast, best toy maker of them all."
Though they just called him "Clewn't" for short,
which also happens to be his name,
so the nickname thing is kind of a moot point.
In fact…
"Just go up and talk to the first person you see.
That's how you make friends."
I'm never going to another seminar.
OK, listen, you twerps.
Your ridiculous efforts to thank Santa Claus
are getting in the way of my ridiculous efforts
to get Jeremy to write a letter to Santa Claus.
So why don't you… Hey, what's with the clouds?
Whoa! Is it me, or does the sky look really dark and ominous,
as if it's foreshadowing events
which will have a negative impact on our lives?
I'm sorry, kids.
It looks like everyone in Danville got a return on their letters to Santa.
- They've all been stamped "Naughty." - What?
Hey, Candace, look, I did it.
I wrote a letter to Santa
saying in great detail what gift I want most.
Cool. Thank you, my Little Town of Bethlehem.
I'll just hold on to that for you.
- I'll take that buddy. - Huh?
Maybe you'll have better luck with Santa than your friends.
But… But…
Santa thinks everyone in Danville's been naughty?
Now that's just nonsense.
But… But how can that be?
Oh, well, let's see.
What's different this year than last year?
Oh, I know! You went out and got everyone in Danville
involved in one of your off-the-cuff, harebrained schemes.
You think this could be my fault?
Oh, who can say, really?
But, you know, sometimes we do naughty things
without ever having any idea they're naughty.
Sometimes we do an entire summer's worth of them.
Could this be true?
Oh, no. I mean, how could…
Well, I guess it…
- Maybe. - I am cold.
This is Gordon Guts-of-an-Emu reporting from the Googolplex Mall
here in downtown Danville.
The Christmas spirit has all but vanished ever since Santa Claus
stamped a big, red "Naughty" across this once nice city.
It was all a bad dream. Christmas wasn't canceled.
Phineas. No matter how many times you try that,
it's not going to work.
Maybe if I hadn't gotten out of bed today,
I wouldn't have done the things Santa thought was naughty.
So, what? Are you gonna stay here for the rest of your life?
- Why not? - Well, for one,
the mall closes in 20 minutes.
I don't see what everyone's so worried about.
I got this system, see?
You act any way you want all year long,
but then right before Christmas,
you do one big selfless act of kindness
and Santa will wipe your slate clean.
Works like a charm.
Really? So I might still have my one big Christmas wish come true?
Maybe.
Are you not going to ask me what my Christmas wish is?
Nope. It'll only make me wanna hurt you,
which will counteract my one act of kindness.
All I want is one sweet, special Christmas kiss
under the mistletoe.
I'm out of here.
Not from you! From a pretty girl!
Do not flatter yourself!
D We won't go until we get some *
* We won't go until we get some d.
Don't you guys see what's going on out there?
Game over. Your plan failed.
There's no figgy pudding, there's no Christmas,
you can all just go home.
D We won't go until we get some *
* It's the principle of the thing d.
Come on, guys. Let's do "But it's Christmas, Becky."
You got to get over me, Josh.
OK, bye. I got to get home.
Suzy's pretty upset about Santa not coming.
But wait, no! Let's do some last-minute window shopping.
Candace, tell me what's wrong. I can't read your mind.
Yes, you can. That's the problem.
I don't understand. What is it you want from me?
Oh, right, like you need me to tell you that.
The question is, what do you want from me?
I just want you to tell me what you want.
Fine. I just want you to tell me what you want.
I don't want anything.
Nothing? Oh, right, yours is perfect, and I show up with nothing.
Do you want me to look like a total monster?!
Candace, that doesn't even make any sense.
It's just that I think you're perfect, Jeremy.
So I don't understand why you want to make me feel like I'm not.
Candace, you should know me better than that.
Look, I have to go home.
Oh, how did this go so wrong?
D How could we be naughty When I thought we'd been so nice? *
* Could we have been pointed To some little hidden vice? *
* Did our visions of sugarplums Not dance like they should? *
* I'm racking my brain here I really thought we were good *
* I know you've got that list And I know you check it twice *
* But could you check it again 'Cause it seems to me *
* We were all pretty nice d.
All except for Buford,
'cause he's got that whole last-minute reprieve theory.
It's gonna work. You watch.
D Where did we go wrong? Please tell me *
* Where did we go wrong? *
* Where did we go *
* won't somebody tell me? *
* Where did we go wrong? d.
No. Y-You know what? I… I can't accept this.
I know Danville, and Danville is not naughty.
We have to get a message to the North Pole,
to let them know there's been some sort of mistake.
But how do we do that?
Yes. They are not even answering our mail.
Wait. I've got an idea.
Ferb, I know what else we're gonna do today.
The North Pole? Well, I hate to tell you this, Phineas,
but WJOP only reaches the greater Danville area.
We just don't have a very powerful transmitter.
You leave that to us.
D Everybody's saying we're naughty *
* It's getting really hard to take *
* So we've come to let The whole world know *
* There must've been a mistake *
* So if Santa and his elves can hear us *
* We hope we've been clear and concise *
* And the verse is vice versus us *
* Vice versa us versus vice *
* Danville is very nice Santa, please *
* Check your list more than twice Guaranteed d.
Danville? What's he talking about?
Let me see that list of last-minute naughties.
They're all from the same place.
Hmm, we've got to get to the bottom of this.
D We won't go until we get some *
* We won't go… d.
Uh, Guys. Look, don't hate me, but I… I went into the kitchen
to get some almond brittle… Love it!
And lo and behold, it turns out I did have figgy pudding.
Quite a bit actually.
I guess this whole thing was pretty easily resolved.
I feel kind of sheepish about making such a big deal.
Anyway, here. Figgy Pudding.
Come on, guys. Our work here is done.
Bye-bye, now.
Thanks for the evil motivation for destroying Christmas.
Well, that was fun, at least.
What do you think the chances are that anyone at the North Pole saw that?
Hello, hello, hello.
I'd say pretty good.
So, what's all this business about Danville, then?
What's this? A Sal Tuscany Christmas…
Score!
What a perfect way to enjoy the last several hours
before Christmas officially doesn't come.
D We wish you a merry Christmas *
* We wish you a merry Christmas d.
All right. You know, this one's really grown on me.
So that's what happened. Do you think it could be a mistake?
A whole city deemed naughty at once.
I've never seen anything like it.
Huh?
Oh, hey, Candace. These are two of Santa's elves.
You gotta be kidding me.
Blay'n, Clewn't, this is my sister.
Ah, yes, Candace Flynn.
You know who I am?
No, that's not a good thing.
They're here trying to figure out why Danville was branded naughty.
Well, maybe everyone did something naughty.
No, it doesn't work that way.
You see, everyone does naughty things from time to time.
But that's different from being a naughty person.
You see, Santa is very forgiving.
Jolly to a fault, if you ask me.
Well, something is definitely screwy around here.
According to these readings it's as is the city itself is misbehaving.
Uh-oh, Agent P.
It turns out Karl was lying about getting you that Sal Tuscany CD.
I never said I got it for him.
Quiet, Karl. Haven't you caused enough harm?
Your so-called Secret Santa must have somehow infiltrated the agency,
and until we get to the bottom of it,
whatever you do, do not play that CD.
Boy, this Sal Tuscany guy is good.
Let me crank it up some more.
D That's what Christmas is for *
* Christmas cannot be destroyed *
* Not even by a Naughty-inator d.
What the… How did he…
OK, so we'll have Christmas. I simply don't care.
Curse my intensely burning apathy towards Chr…
Oh, it is hopeless.
I'm never going to get my special mistletoe Christmas kiss.
And I'm never gonna get to my one great act of kindness.
Those were long johns.
What about you, Isabella?
Isn't there some big Christmas wish you're afraid will never come true?
Oh, um, we don't celebrate Christmas. But I got the coolest stuff for Hanukkah.
Eight straight days of dreams come true.
I mean, I'm with you guys. Boo, no Christmas.
Come on, guys. Do we really seem like bad kids?
No, no, you're all good kids.
Yes. I knew your heart would lead you to the truth.
No, actually, the meter suddenly gave you a "nice" reading.
Yeah. "Nice, nice." Everywhere. Everyone, "Nice."
Um, except for him. Sorry.
Well, that's great.
All you have to do is tell Santa and Christmas is back on, right?
Uh…
It's not that simple. You see, Santa's already left.
The elves load the sleigh and map out his route.
It's too late now. Santa's not coming to Danville.
Well, that doesn't seem fair.
What are you gonna do about it?
- Me? - Him?
Yeah, him. You saw his file.
Ferb, I know a third thing we're gonna do today.
We're gonna save Christmas. Who's in?
- Me. - Me, too.
I guess I'm in, too.
Yay!
Blay'n, dust off my toy-making gloves.
I've found a reason to believe again.
Friends, I'm not going to lie to you. This is going to be difficult.
But failure is not an option.
Candace will keep track of who gets what presents.
Blay'n and Clewn't will make the presents.
Isabella and Buford wrap.
And Baljeet feeds the gifts into the Christmas cannon manned by Ferb.
Any questions?
Yeah. Are you sure that's not a clubhouse?
Yes, I'm sure.
Hang on, everybody, here we go!
The cloud layer's too thick.
I can't see. What happened to all the lights?
Everyone was so bummed out, I guess they never turned them on.
I'll take care of it. Just get me in low.
Good luck, Buford!
All right, Buford, here's your chance.
- All right, who's first on the list? - It's Buford.
But it says he's naughty.
Plow!
Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming!
Turn the lights on!
Did you hear that? Christmas is coming!
Hey, let's get those lights on!
- Yeah, let's turn on the lights! - What're we waiting for?
- Wow! - Buford did it!
But it still says he's naughty.
Oh, what the heck? It's Christmas.
So what does he want?
To be thought of as nice by his friends.
Aw!
Merry Christmas, old buddy!
It's beautiful.
I wish Santa could have seen it. Oh, well.
Come on, guys, let's make up some lost time.
D Grab some holly and mistletoe *
* 'Cause we're gonna go out tonight *
* We're gonna bask in the electric glow *
* Of a million little colored lights *
* We got a lot to do *
* Before the dawn *
* So with a minimum of introspection *
* I think you better put your mittens on *
* Shake your jingle bell in my direction *
* Sometimes I feel like a big snowman *
* That's fallen under a plow *
* But tonight I'm on top of the world *
* We're gonna bring it around somehow *
* Christmas is startin' now *
* Oh, yeah, Christmas is startin' now *
* Uh, that's right Christmas is startin' now *
* Oh, yeah, Christmas is startin' now *
* Right now, yeah d.
Good going, guys We only have a few more blocks to go.
We got to hurry if we're gonna make it by Christmas day.
OK, next up, Jeremy Johnson? I don't believe it.
- What does he want? - We can skip this one!
I already got him what he really wanted. Yes!
We're coming up on the last house. Fire away.
Oh, no, it is stuck.
It's Wendy Stinglehopper's present.
She asked for a really big hat.
Isn't that the pretty girl from the math team?
I know what I must do.
Be careful, Baljeet.
Almost got it.
Baljeet!
Goodbye, my friends.
Hey, that was fun.
Baljeet?
Oh.
Hi, Wendy. Did anyone order a really big hat?
My hat! How can I ever thank you?
Hey, look, mistletoe.
Later.
OK, yeah, yeah, I get it. A taste of my own medicine, right?
Of course, and the bird.
It doesn't even work.
D A partridge on an evil scientist d.
There's no play on words. That's not clever. You're not clever.
D Perry d - I hate Christmas.
Yes! I hate Christmas!
This is the best Christmas ever.
- Great job. - Nice shooting, Ferb.
Well done. If you'll excuse me, I've got to see Jeremy.
Great work, guys.
Not to alarm you, but your house is on fire.
That's not fire, it's steam.
Come on.
I don't believe it. Santa!
Uh, sir, what are you doing here?
Having a shvitz. Steam is just what the doctor ordered.
We thought you weren't coming to Danville.
And pass up on enjoying this cool rest stop you made me?
Unthinkable. And thanks for doing the Danville run for me.
You knew?
Of course I knew. I'm Santa Claus.
Oh, what a mess! Curse you, Sal Tuscany.
Well, I should probably call Uncle Justin and thank him for the gift anyway.
Hello, operator? I'd like to place a call to Barneo?
I thought it said Borneo. Wait, where's Barneo?
The North Pole? Wait a second.
The letters of "A Sal Tuscany Christmas" spell "Santa Claus"
with an embarrassing leftover "Y."
Let me see that picture.
Sal Tuscany is Santa Claus?
Ah! Jeremy. I was just coming to see you.
Hey, Candace. I don't know what all that was about before,
but I wanted to give you your present.
The earrings I wanted. Jeremy, how did you know?
I remember you loved them in that magazine.
And you were even gonna have your good necklace
made into a pair like them.
That's so sweet. How did you afford these?
I sold my electric.
Oh, Jeremy, you were gonna trade that in to get that cool, new silver one.
You knew that?
I guess I know you as well as you know me, my bowl full of jelly.
Here's your gift.
The silver guitar! But how?
I sold my good necklace.
It's perfect.
Merry Christmas.
Funny how things worked out
so that everyone pretty much got what they wanted.
What did you wish for, Phineas?
May I do the honors? I like this one.
- OK. - "Dear Santa,
you are one of my biggest heroes.
All I want for Christmas this year
is a chance to be like you. Thank you. Phineas Flynn."
Merry Christmas, Phineas. And by the way, good job.
- Yeah. - Yeah, that was fun. Good job.
Well, kids, it's time for me to head home.
So you're sure you don't need this?
No, we made it for you.
Great! I'll take it to the North Pole, and use it as a clubhouse.
I knew it was a clubhouse.
- Goodbye. - See you guys.
Thanks, Blay'n. Thanks, Clewn't.
- Merry Christmas to you. - Merry Christmas.
So long. And thanks.
Wait, Santa. It's true, isn't it?
You planned everything so everyone's Christmas wish would come true.
Well, Santa's got to have a little fun.
Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas.
Wait. Ferb, what did you wish for?
Take a look at this morning's paper.
World Peace?
No, no, this one down here.
"Local Boy Gets Harmonica." Hey, great picture.
Hey, Mom and Dad are back.
Hey, kiddies.
Merry Christmas.
Grandma, Grandpa. You made it!
Merry Christmas.
I made figgy pudding.
D Christmas morning, so much fun *
* Down the stairs the children run *
* Someone has eaten the cookies *
* And look what's left under the tree *
* There's presents for you and for me *
* As far as the eye can see *
* What's on the rooftop *
* I wonder what that was *
* There's reindeer flying *
* Around the world because *
* Santa's coming *
* I think we all should pause To say that we're grateful *
* For everything he does *
* Thank you, Santa Claus *
* Yeah, thank you, Santa Claus *
* So for all the things you do *
* Santa Claus, we're thanking you *
* So for all the things you do *
* Santa Claus, we're thanking you *
* So for all the things you do *
* Santa Claus, we're thanking you *
* So for all the things you do *
* Santa Claus, we're thanking you d.
Hello! Wintertime's fun! Follow me!
Plow!
You know, on second thought, don't follow me.
Man, that was close.