I think we outdid ourselves today.
The ultimate frozen yogurt machine.
We have enough frozen yogurt to last the entire summer.
Huh. Check that out, Ferb.
Hey there, little guy.
You want some frozen yogurt?
Yeah, sorry,
we don't have mushroom and larva flavor.
I think he likes you, Ferb.
Hey, guys. Whatcha doin'?
Cool, he disappeared. We found this lizard.
Hey, I've seen one of these before.
According to the Fireside Girls' Manual,
that lizard is a North American chameleon.
Then we'll name him Steve.
Okay… Why Steve?
Because he looks like a Steve.
Huh. Can't argue with logic like that.
So I'll see you after you teach your guitar lessons.
Yeah, I only have two appointments today.
Appointments. Well, all right, Dr. Six-Strings.
Good luck with your patients.
Dr. Six-Strings.
Now that's banter. Ah!
Aha!
I finally caught you guys.
That thing's not going anywhere.
You guys are so busted this time.
Looks like he's still hungry.
Don't worry, little guy. We'll come back with some food.
I think Mom just stocked up the fridge.
I bet Perry's gonna love Steve.
Hey, where is Perry?
Morning, Agent P.
Doofenshmirtz has been stocking up on a lot of
high-end sound equipment and musical instruments.
In fact, he just out-bid me
on this sweet vintage solid-body maple-top guitar.
Ouch. You totally got sniped.
Carl! Anyway, we need you to find out
what he's up to and put a stop to it.
Good luck, Agent P.
D Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated d.
Hi, Mr. Doofenshmirtz.
Ah, actually, it's Dr. Doofenshmirtz.
But, you know, whatever.
Are you ready for your first lesson?
Oh, yes, yes. Please come in. I have a very special melody
that I'd like to learn how to perpetrate.
I mean play.
Hey, Dad. I'm headed out to the…
Oh. A guitar player, huh?
Yup. So, uh,
do you know anything by the Scraping Fangs?
Nah. Not really into the heavy stuff.
I'm out of here.
Ach. Ach. It's so hard to see all these little notes.
Do me a favor and flick on that light switch.
No, no, no, no, no. No, this.
This is the light switch. Ugh.
I tried to make it as obvious as possible.
But what was that?
That was just my prototype Gigantinator ray.
It's n-nothing to be concerned about.
Mom, Mom, I finally caught them.
Ta… Duh.
Maybe you should take it easy today
and run some errands with me.
But, but, but…
Steve's sure gonna love these mushrooms.
Steve, where are you?
Steve. Uh…
Guys? Look at where you're standing.
Whoa, it's a huge footprint.
A huge chameleon footprint.
Do you realize what this means?
Some giant chameleon took Steve.
The rest of the tracks lead into the city.
We're coming to save you, Steve.
- How am I doing? - I rock, right?
Um… Heh-heh.
What's so special about this freaky guitar solo?
Well, it all started at the pyramids of Egypt.
I traveled there to, you know,
discover the hidden secrets of the pyramids of Egypt.
And then it hit me.
The answer to my quest was staring me in the face.
Hidden in those hieroglyphics
was a seemingly random series of musical notes.
You see, the pyramids of Egypt
were built with the help of alien intelligence.
The Egyptians learned how to play a cryptic guitar solo
that would summon an alien armada
to help them perform feats of mind-blowing power.
That mystical melody is now in my very hands.
And once I learn to play it, I can summon the aliens to me.
And I will become overlord
of the Tri-State Area!
Have you considered switching to decaf?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk all through our lesson time.
Hey, I'm charging by the hour, so knock yourself out.
It's just I'm used to doing all the talking with my nemesis.
He's a platypus.
Hey, my friends have a pet platypus.
Is he fierce, cunning, and good with a grappling hook?
Oh, no. Their platypus doesn't do much.
Well, let's take another shot at learning this solo.
Hey, doc, not bad.
I think you might be getting it.
Hey, the tracks just stop.
What's casting this big shadow?
Whoa!
Ferb, what are you doing?
Wait a minute.
It's just Steve. Wow.
How did he turn into a dinosaur?
Actually, it's just a giant chameleon.
But dinosaur sounds cooler.
Stupid errands.
Huh?
What?
I get it.
The sound of Candace's scream freaks him out.
What's wrong, Candace?
Mom. Mom. Mom. Dinosaur. Follow me.
The boys are so busted this…
Hey, where'd it go?
Hi, boys. What are you doing here?
Looking for Steve, our dinosaur. Can we keep him?
Keep what? Steve.
Is he invisible? Yes, yes, he is.
Oh, cute. All right, Candace, let's go home.
Invisible friends. Pfft.
I'm so getting to the bottom of this.
It's okay, Steve. Candace is gone.
Steve, wait. Steve!
Sorry to bother you, Agent P.
We just wanted to let you know
we'd be temporarily unavailable.
Seems there's a giant dinosaur running amok downtown
and Carl wants to go check it out.
Well, I think you've got it.
- Ah, great. - Can you give me a hand
moving my amplifi-nator out onto the porch?
Your what?
It's my omnidirectional amplifi-nator.
It will blast my scorching guitar licks in all directions,
ripping through the vacuum of space
to summon the alien armada
that will help me conquer the Tri-State Area!
I don't know why I always say that loud.
This is so cool.
I'd try to recruit him
but I don't think we have a hat that big.
Steve! Steve!
Steve, where are you?
There's no way we can catch him.
He moves too fast. Maybe we should just give up.
Give up? Give up?
The day may come when we'll give up on fruitless searches
after a mere 11 minutes,
but that day is not today.
The day may come when our favorite reptile
may be lost from our memories
and his enduring love of mushrooms forgotten,
but that day is not today.
Today we search.
We will search for him in the streets.
We will search for him in the trenches.
We will search for him in the alleys and the mini-malls
and the cul-de-sacs of this fair land.
We'll search for him in the multi-level car parks
and municipal recreational facilities.
And we few, we happy few,
we small band of brothers,
and girl from across the street,
we shall not cease till he is found.
We'll help you find your friend. What does he look like?
He's a giant lizard about 40 feet tall.
Oh. You could have mentioned that up front.
Yeah, count me out. You're on your own.
Steve. Steve, where are you?
You're really rocking now.
The spaceships should be here any minute.
And then, it will be time to pump up the volume!
Well, that's the hour. I'm gonna pack up my gear.
I got another lesson across town.
Okay, but the aliens are on their way.
Okay. Tell them I said hi.
They're almost here. Oh, look, here they come.
Perfect. The crescendo of all my…
Ah, Perry the Platypus.
You don't stand a chance against my awesome heavy metal gear.
Ha-ha! Get it? Get it?
Heavy metal. Like it's…? Ah.
Steve. Yes?
Sorry, wrong Steve.
Steve, where are you?
Right here. How can I help you?
Uh, I don't think you're the Steve we're looking for.
You might wanna check at the Steve Convention.
- Hey, Steve. - Cool name, Steve.
Hey, Steve-a-reno.
Hm… Steve!
What?
No, no, not you. That Steve.
Steve is a giant monstrous dinosaur!
Huh, I guess they don't like chameleons.
Nice to see you again, Steve old boy.
No, wait. Come back!
Nothing can stop me now.
My alien friends, I command you to…
No! Oh, stop! Aah!
This is not working out the way it did on paper!
Curse you, Perry the Platypus!
Um, do you wanna pay by cash or check?
Maybe I could trade you for some evil lessons?
I'll take cash.
Whoa! Whoo-hoo!
Oh, there you are, Perry.
All right, Steve, let's go home.
Mom thinks I'm imagining the whole thing.
And I know Phineas and Ferb are behind this.
Huh?
Mom!
Thanks, Steve.
Sounds like he's still hungry.
Don't worry, big guy.
We'll be right back with some food.
Ah, what's the point? I'm just going to sit here
in the dark and rethink my life.
Whoops, heh-heh. Wrong switcher.
You know, I can see how that would be confusing.
Look, Mom. See it?
Look at the gigantic dinosaur!
Uh-huh. Don't you think that's a bit of an exaggeration?
But, but, but… Hi, Mom.
Hey, Steve's looking like his old self again.
So this is your new pet dinosaur?
Well, it's actually a chameleon.
You said we could keep him, right?
Of course. I'm sure he'll blend right in.
Okay, Mr. Monogram, now this is a G chord.
Uh, actually, it's Major Monogram.
You see, I'm in charge of an elite group
of secret agent undercover animals who…
You don't mind me going on about this, do you?
Hey, man, I charge by the hour, so knock yourself out.
What to do, what to do?
Hi, guys. Whatcha doin'?
Well, that's what we're trying to figure out.
Hey, are you Fireside Girls
missing any specific accomplishment patches?
Let's see. What's next on the list?
Rodeo clown patch.
What does a rodeo clown do?
They keep the bulls from knocking you over like this:
I can see how that would be helpful.
We can build mechanical bulls and have a robot rodeo.
Hey, where's Perry?
Ah, Agent P.
It seems the Tri-State Area's association of evil geniuses,
the League Of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United.
For Frightening Investments In Naughtiness,
is having some sort of huge gathering.
All of the other agents have been deployed,
but none have reported back. We fear they've been captured.
Now see what you can do, Agent P. Monogram out.
Tiny Cowboy live in concert!
Um, Candace?
Tiny Cowboy is our favorite band ever! Candace.
Candace!
I can't go. What?
It's my mom. She doesn't want me to go the concert with you.
What? Doesn't she like me?
No, no. She likes you just fine.
She just thinks you're…
I don't know. Flighty and unfocused from time to time.
Unfocused? What could possibly give her that…
Wait. D-Did you hear that?
Was that Ferb's band saw? Candace?
Yes? Focus.
Oh, yeah, right.
Mom said if I'm going to a grown-up concert
she wants me to go with someone more grounded and mature.
I could be grounded and mature. Really?
Well, I can certainly fake it
for long enough to convince your mom.
Remember that time I pretended to be Irish for a whole week?
Indeed I do, Miss O'Flynn.
We can do this.
Welcome one and all
to the second annual Inator Creator contest.
And now please welcome last year's winner, Rodney!
Thank you. Feast your eyes, boys.
Ta-da!
Look upon this belt of victory.
Ooh, I'm taking that puppy home with me.
Because I'll have a greater inator this year.
Not a grater. I'm not gonna bring
a block of cheese and make nachos for you guys.
It's greater in the sense
that it's better than it was last year.
That's what I mean.
All right, let's concentrate on your look. Ta-da!
But they're just a pair of fake glasses.
Exactly. Nothing says real focus like fake glasses.
What's that?
Cowgirls and cowpokes. What's going on out there?
Candace… They better not be…
Ah! Feeling. Busting. Urge.
Easy, girl.
A rodeo? Gotta tell Mom. Wait.
Falling all over yourself to bust your brothers
is exactly what makes you look so flighty and unfocused.
I must repress my most basic urge to bust.
Repressing basic urges is pretty responsible, isn't it?
Is it ever. Look at my mom.
Cake is a sometimes food. Cake is a sometimes food.
All right, cowboys and cowgirls,
it's time to get along, little doggy. Or even a short doggy.
I'm here all week. Try the veal.
D You're not a cow I'm just a boy *
* With a mechanical Bovine toy *
* I'm just a boy Or just a girl *
* And you rock my Mechanical bovine world *
* Yippie-kay-yay Yippie-kay-yo *
* Give me a lasso and I'll give it a throw *
* Yippie-kay-yay Yippie-kay-yo *
* At my robot rodeo *
* Yippie-kay-yay Yippie-kay-yo *
* Yippie-kay-yay *
* Yippie-kay-yay Yippie-kay-yo *
* Yippie-kay-yay d.
Finally, Perry the Platypus.
All the other animal agents were here on time
before they got captured. I'm just saying.
It's embarrassing. Anyway,
join your friends in the In-Hospitality Suite.
Oh, and Perry… Heinz.
Stop monologuing with your nemesis
and show us that supposed inator of yours already.
Doofy rented a private room off the convention floor
because he's still working on his.
Laugh it up now, Rodney.
But soon you'll be crying like a…
Like a… Like a…
Something that cries.
Boo-hoo.
Oh, he makes me so angry, I…
And it's because he is so right.
I need time to finish my inator.
All I've got so far is the fog machine,
and that's just to add some pizzazz to the presentation.
I could turn it on and fog out the whole contest,
but all that would do is buy me some time…
Hey!
Okay, shoulders back. Check.
Steady walk. Check.
Serious look. Check.
Uh, Stacy? Yes?
I'm feeling the busting urge.
Howdy, Candace. Enjoying the rodeo?
Eyes on the prize, Candace. Stay in character.
I'm sure your mom let you go
to a concert by yourself when you were a teenager?
Mm, no.
Ahem. Good afternoon, Mother.
Good afternoon, Dr. Hirano.
Pardon the interruption,
but is there any tediously responsible errand
of a focused and mature nature that I can perform for you?
Balance a checkbook? Pay the bills?
Perhaps file some taxes?
Why do I feel that all this
has something to do with busting your brothers?
What? Ha, no. That would be childish of me.
You see? Candace is level-headed and responsible.
She's not a bit worried about what Phineas and Ferb are doing.
What? Yes. No. Yes.
I mean, if a responsible and focused person…
- Like Candace. - were to see her brothers
engage in some potentially reckless activity…
Ow! That was childish.
This is hideous!
It is getting pretty foggy. Should we call the rodeo off?
Nah. We'll just incorporate it and have a foggy robot rodeo.
Yee-haw! Ride 'em, cowboy!
Ride 'em where?
You should see what I'm doing.
This fog is making my hair frizzy.
It's so nice to sit and be responsible for a change.
Just… focused, you know?
And Candace and I were thinking that,
oh, a live musical event might be a good opportunity
for us to really… Ma… Ma…
Candace, Tiny Cowboy… M-M-Ma… Ma…
Candace, the concert. I can't help myself.
Mom! Phineas and Ferb built a rodeo in the back yard
with mechanical bulls and bleachers
and it's really dangerous! Come on, you gotta bust them!
This even I have to see.
Come on. Hey, what happened to Danville?
That's quite a fog bank.
Follow me. Come on, come on. This way, ladies.
Pick up the pace. Candace, slow down.
Focus. Must finish inator.
What…? What's all that noise out there?
I don't get it. W-What's there to applaud?
My fog machine should have obscured everyone's inators.
What could they be…
I give you the Fog-Clearer-Inator.
Once again, Rodney gives us just what we need,
just when we need it.
That puts him in the lead.
What? An electric fan?
I knew I could beat that if I just had a little more time.
Oh! Wait.
Candace, we've been walking forever.
Where's the back yard? Hm…
That way.
I can smell Phineas and Ferb.
And what exactly do they smell like?
Motor oil and competence.
Hey! Oh, man! What's wrong, Buford?
I don't know. Something's making my bull go wacko.
The animal agents are free.
My inator! How disquieting.
No, Agent C!
Oh, my mom's gonna kill me.
No. It's just an electric fan.
It's beneficial to mankind.
- That balloon! - It's making the bulls angry.
Hey, kid. You think you can let go of that balloon?
This balloon cost me 50 cents.
Let go of the balloon!
Mom, Mom!
The fog is lifting.
Aha!
A… rodeo?
But, but, but, but… There… There was… And…
And I saw… And the bulls…
Hey, Candace.
Well, so much for Tiny Cowboy.
Oh, you can go to the concert.
Candace's single-minded determination
to bust her brothers shows focus.
Something I hope rubs off on you, young lady.
Doofenshmirtz,
I see you finally managed to cobble something together.
What do you call it, a Later-Inator?
No, I give you
- the Eradicate-Rodney's-Inator. - Inator!
What? No fair!
Like a baby! Yeah, that's right!
That's what I was looking for.
And it's the last inator standing.
Doofenshmirtz wins by default.
By default! My favorite way to win.
Unfortunately, the trophy belt was destroyed in the fight,
so, uh… Oh, here.
Take this balloon instead.
Ah. A prize is a prize.
I'm going to call you Balloony 2.
What's that?
Oh, there you are, Perry.
Well, this was fun. But I'm gonna go wash my hair now.
D Hoo-oh-oh-yeah *
* She's gonna be A big sensation *
* Izzy's got the frizzies *
* Izzy's, Izzy's got The frizzies *
* 'Cause she's all the major Kinkification *
* Izzy's got the frizzies *
* Izzy's, Izzy's got The frizzies *
* And now she's gonna Tell you how *
* Izzy's got the frizzies d.
It's because of the humidity.
D Hoo-oh-oh-yeah *
* She's gonna be A big sensation *
* Izzy's got the frizzies *
* Izzy's, Izzy's got The frizzies *
* 'Cause she's all the major Kinkification *
* Izzy's got the frizzies *
* Izzy's, Izzy's got The frizzies *
* And now she's gonna Tell you how *
* Izzy's got the frizzies *