D There's a hundred And four days of summer vacation *
* And school comes along just to end it *
* So the annual problem For our generation *
* Is finding a good way to spend it *
* Like maybe *
* Building a rocket or fighting a mummy *
* Or climbing up the Eiffel Tower *
* Discovering something That doesn't exist d.
Hey!
D Or giving a monkey a shower *
* Surfing tidal waves *
* Creating nano-bots Or locating Frankenstein's brain d.
It's over here!
D Finding a Dodo bird *
* Painting a continent *
* Or driving our sister insane *
Phineas!
D As you can see There's a whole lot of stuff to do *
* Before school starts this fall d.
Come on, Perry!
D So stick with us 'cause Phineas and Ferb Are gonna do it all! *
* So stick with us 'cause Phineas and Ferb Are gonna do it all! d.
Mom, Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence!
So, I was looking up at the stars, thinking about Jeremy.
Only I was walking down the stairs at the time.
And now I'm stuck in bed! Doctor's orders!
If I re-injure it I'll have to miss the Tiny Cowboy concert tomorrow!
Backstage passes!
- Candace! - See you soon, Stace.
Your father wants me to listen to one of his "soundscapes,"
so I figured I'd strap on the headphones
and finally get those flowers planted in the backyard.
Do you think you can entertain yourself up here alone?
Sure. Maybe I'll count useless limbs. One.
Don't bother! We've got the perfect cure for boredom!
Well, looks like things are under control here.
Don't bring that junk in here.
It's not junk. It's cool stuff to play with
so you don't succumb to cabin fever.
Please. A toy helicopter?
Oh, and look! Mindy Mimic!
- Boring. - Boring.
Or you could do some reading!
Ferb and I wrote a 28-volume science fiction,
swashbuckling, historical romance, tell-all, potboiler,
mystery, satire, buddy-cop adventure, tragedy,
how-to, action novel.
Also, we rigged up this closed-circuit video screen for you.
And then we planted cameras at strategic locations around the house.
So, you can still be with the family while you're convalescing.
This remote controls the camera and a few other surprises
so you'll feel less, you know, imprisoned.
Thanks for that characterization.
Oh, look, there's Dad!
Hey, where's Perry?
Good morning, Agent P.
Doofenshmirtz has been buying up all the
hard salami, kaiser rolls, pickles, roast beef, mustard,
horseradish, sauerkraut and pimento loaf in the tri-state area.
We don't know what it means,
but it sounds like a recipe for evil.
Or at least an evil sandwich. Investigate at once!
Hi, Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher. What you doing?
Um, I said…
Rocking out with the headphones, huh?
Hey, what are you losers up to?
It's cosmonaut Sergei Kushnirov's birthday.
Right now, Sergei is orbiting Earth
in an international space station,
trying to prove the existence of wormholes!
And in a few hours, he'll be directly above our backyard.
I hope they do not void the sanitation system.
Is that the first place your brain goes? Really?
Anyway, Ferb and I are constructing a Stratospheric Ionizer,
to make a happy birthday message appear in the upper atmosphere.
Wow! Sounds high tech.
It sure is! Hey, Ferb, toss me that bone!
Hey, Sergei,
are you still waiting to hear from your American friends?
You're missing party right here.
Have some cake.
Relax. Flame is cardboard.
I'm not an idiot. Now, come. It's your party.
I will join you soon, comrades.
Phineas and Ferb said I should watch the skies for a special message.
Those boys are so thoughtful.
Oh, look at it, all swollen and useless.
You are one sorry, laid-up, mummy-footed bed potato.
Why you gotta be all like that? I mean, this is serious!
I can't even get down to the radio station
to pick up the backstage passes and…
Huh! What's that your brothers are building down there?
What? Let me see! Let me see!
No way. You gotta stay off that foot!
Wait! The video screen!
There they are! Doing things!
And there's Mom! Not noticing!
Mom, Mom, turn around!
You know she can't hear you. Then I'll call her.
Hey, this is pretty good!
Oh, why doesn't she answer? I'm going down there!
- No! - Stacy, you gotta help me!
Okay. Thank you.
I am such an enabler.
Ah! Perry the Platypus.
You got yourself in quite a pickle there! See?
'Cause it's a pickle. And you're inside it.
Anyway, backstory.
It all started the other day when I was visiting Tony's Deli.
I had gotten a bowl of chicken soup, but it had a fly in it.
- It's a raisin. - It's a fly!
It's a raisin.
So, I took it to an entomologist.
It's a raisin.
But on the other side is a fly.
Of course, by then my soup was cold
and it was too late for a refund.
But now, I will wash Tony's Deli off the face of the tri-state area
with my new Chicken Soup-inator!
It blasts out a super-concentrated rocket-like bolt
of boiling hot chicken soup
powerful enough to demolish an entire city block!
You wouldn't believe how much chicken soup that baby takes, though!
Luckily, Aaron's Deli was having a sale!
Half a gallon of chicken soup free with every $40 purchase.
All that chicken soup and it didn't cost me a nickel. Ha-ha!
Of course, I had to buy a lot of food, mostly deli meats.
They're piled up in the halls.
It's kind of warm in there. I hope they keep.
Come on, Stacy! Come on, Stacy!
Hey, turn around. Turn around!
- This is it! - Yeah, I mean you.
- Oh, hi, Stacy. - What?
It's hard to hear over all the noise we're making.
Is Candace enjoying the live video?
She's watching right now.
Hi, Candace! We're waving back,
but we can't see or hear you!
Wow! I'm surprised the spelling checker didn't catch that.
I've got to deliver a message to your mom.
She's right over there.
- Delivery. Mrs. - Flynn-Fletcher!
- Oh! Hi, Stacy. - Take a look.
Oh, the azaleas. You can put those down over there.
Okay, lower it here!
Oh, poor little regular platypus.
Did mean old Perry the Platypus stick you in there?
Hey, why did you do…
Perry the Platypus!
Look, I don't know how you escaped or what you did with the other platypus
but here, these two-day-old bagels
are harder than Bessemer steel!
Have a nosh!
And how about some potato salad!
Take this marble rye!
And here's some braunschweiger!
And some pickled herring!
And, oh, a red onion!
A Gunter Flagendorf? But how do you know that sandwich?
He only made one movie and that was back in Gimmel…
Power test.
Mom. Mom. Mom.
I may as well try that dumb remote.
Oh, yeah, I'm free as a bird.
Okay, what else?
Oh, yeah, this thing and this.
- Big whoop. - Big whoop.
Mom, turn around.
Mom, turn around. Mom, turn around.
Oh, smile, Sergei. It is your birthday.
I know. I was just hoping to get a message from the boys by now.
Well, until then, you should join us in some fun!
We are going to empty all of our canteens
and drink from the giant floating water ball,
like ants in rain storm!
Okay, okay, but just a sip.
What? A bathroom break?
Next time go before you come…
Okay, how about some macaroni salad?
Antacid? The only effective defense against deli foods.
Mom, turn around.
Oh, for crying out loud!
All right, guys. Sergei's space station is almost directly above us.
Sing into the mic and the Stratospheric Ionizer
will visualize our words!
OK! A-one and a-two and…
Turn around. Turn around.
"Turn around"?
Comrades, listen! Evasive maneuvers! Quickly!
Those boys, they have saved our lives!
And look! We found a wormhole!
Yes!
That is what I am talking about!
Mom! Mom! Mom!
12 pickles! How did you even get them all in there?
My Chicken Soup-inator! No!
Mom! Turn around!
- Turn around! What? - Oh, OK.
See? But, but, but, but…
Well, I'm glad your ankle's feeling better, dear.
But you should really be lying down.
And look! The kids cleared out the perfect spot for my snapdragons!
I think that earns you some pie!
Hooray!
Oh, not on the flowers, sweetie, I just planted those.
They're lovely.
It's a shame we couldn't get that message to Sergei.
I'll try calling his cell.
Hello, I'm unavailable because I'm hurtling through time,
and evolving past our human limitations.
So, don't bother leaving a message after the beep.
I guess we'll never be able to wish him a happy birthday.
Well, never say never.
What the…
Happy birthday.
They did remember. Such nice boys.
Hey, Dad! It says on this map
that America's largest sport sock
is just three miles down the road.
Are we gonna stop there?
I'm sorry, boys but we only have till sundown
to return this RV to the rental place.
We'll have to do it on our next road trip, okay?
I'm ready for this trip to be over.
I'm tired of being in mobile lockdown,
where I can't even call my friends
because of spotty cell service!
That, combined with the refrigerator door opening
every time we make a left
and sharing a bathroom the size of a postage stamp.
The only consolation for this whole rigmarole,
besides the fact we didn't stop at one of those
greasy spoon road stop diners,
is the fact that you two haven't done
anything bustable for a whole week!
Seven solid days. Are you even listening to me?
Well, we were at first, but then you got all echoey and far away.
Oh, I'm gonna go take a nap.
Ferb, Candace is right. We didn't get a chance to stop at a classic,
all-American roadside truck stop diner!
You know, the juke boxes, the sassy waitresses,
the little bowl of mints by the cash register.
Too bad you can't build one.
Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today. Hey! There's Perry.
Ah, Agent P, we're sorry. We know you're on vacation,
but Doofenshmirtz is driving a big rig not far from your current location.
We need you to reroute your family and catch up to him.
Find out what he's up to and put a stop to it.
Oh, I envy you. The romance of the open road.
The tire chunks all up and down the shoulder
and that ever-mysterious single shoe.
Turn left at next exit.
Hmm, that's odd, but I never argue with a lady.
Hey, what's that?
Uh, it's a CB radio. I can talk to truckers on it.
Talk to truckers? Do it!
Okay. Breaker, breaker, 1-9.
This is Cheeky Monkey. Anybody got their flappers on out there?
- Cheeky Monkey? - Oh, that's me. It's my handle.
How do you know how to use a CB radio?
Simple, I studied this.
Yes, yes, yes, handle it carefully, dear.
Hello? Cheeky Monkey?
Oh! Oh! You got someone.
Yes, yes, this is Cheeky Monkey.
You're shaking the windows.
What's your handle, good buddy? Come back.
A handle? Handle, handle.
Oh, my name. Uh, yeah, you got Misfortune here.
Well, hello, Miss.
No, no! It's not Miss,
it's Misfortune. Like, like one word.
It's like… It means bad luck. One word.
So, uh, where are you?
Oh, we're running a double nickel on a dime.
Double nickel on a
55 on the 10.
Oh, yes. Very clever.
Well, let's see. I'm eastbound with a smoky on my 20,
on a cab over Louie with…
You know, I'm gonna level with you.
I don't know where I am or what I'm saying, really.
Is there a code for that?
No worries, Miss. Just keep your metal up and your rubber down.
Metal up? What kind of…
Hey! Cheeky Monkey, I'm gonna have to call you back.
10-4, good buddy. I'm gone.
You know you just scored some big man points in my book for that.
Woo-hoo!
You just lost them again.
Perry the Platypus, don't start anything because I'm driving
and it's really unsafe.
Quit goofing around and sit down!
Besides, you should really have your seatbelts on.
Yeah. Ah, you're probably wondering what I'm doing driving this big rig.
As you know, every Inator of mine has a self-destruct feature,
all of which rely on a little formula
top scientists refer to as "Boom Juice."
I found a cheap deal
on a whole truckload of the stuff out here in the sticks.
But I had to drive it home myself because
well, the shipment's a little old and unstable.
Oh, pay no attention to that.
That's just the mandatory early warning explosion alert.
I'll just turn down the sound so we can talk.
Then I can tell you some of my truck driving tales.
Ready?
Mom, Phineas and Ferb. Bust. Look.
And one little orphan boy looked up at me
with tears in his eyes
and he said, "Mr. Trucker Man, you done saved Christmas!"
Oh, that's good.
Mom, bust boys.
Oh, Lawrence, look.
Candace is sleep-busting again!
Oh, that's adorable.
Hon, go back to your nap now. Go on.
Mom, bust boys.
Oh, go on. Play track three!
It's the one where a group of truckers take down a corrupt police force
using only their trucks and their saucy colloquialisms.
Delivery.
Hey, aren't you two a little young to be receiving
a seasoned grill, 300 pounds of coffee, 200 pounds of fatback,
four tons of lumber and assorted wheat, rye and pumpernickel breads?
Think about it. Age really isn't the issue here, right?
You got a point, kid.
So, then I say to him,
"That's not a penguin. It's a throw pillow."
And so he throws it at me.
Turns out it was a penguin and its beak went right into my mouth.
And I'm all, "Ew! Their beak is their nose!"
Ugh! True story.
Perry the Platypus, I can't fight you and drive at the same ti…!
It's a good thing I installed my hitch-a-ride-inator.
A-ha! Voila. We are locked together.
They do all the driving and I don't have to.
Now, where were we? Wait. Hey! Where did you go?
Ow! Ow! Ow! No! No! Hey! Hey, what the heck, man?
Oh! My word, there's a truck-driving pharmacist
and he's pressing his face up against his windshield.
Oh, that's what I love about you Americans.
You're like big, fun children.
Yes, yes, we are.
Well, how about that! Did you ever notice
that the hood ornament here is a little dog?
Right there! Red barn! Bingo!
Mom, have you seen Phineas and Ferb?
Oh, honey, you're still sleep-busting.
Go back and lie down, Candace.
- But the boys! - Go on. You're sleeping.
Phineas? Ferb? Hello?
Hey, is that music?
What?
Hey, Candace! Welcome to the No Stop Truck Stop!
It's like a little bit of home on the road.
Phineas! My last peaceful hours of vacation and you build this!
More coffee, Miss?
This is unbelievable!
When Mom sees this one, she's gonna completely flip!
Miss, I'd like the breakfast special.
Honestly, you can't close your eyes for one second around you boys.
Hash browns or fruit?
Hash brown. You're having fruit.
You are so busted!
Hey, some orange juice over here.
Yeah, hold your horses.
I mean, it's bad enough in our own backyard,
but at least that's stationary.
Do the eggs southwest have bacon in them?
Ferb, bacon in the southwest?
- There's bacon. - Is the bacon good?
It's bacon.
Okay, then, uh, I'll take…
Not getting any younger here.
D This is our No Stop Truck Stop *
* Come on in take a break from Hauling that load *
* We got coffee that's hot And ice that's not *
* It's a little bit of home on the road *
* We got lots of gravy To fill up all our pans *
* And restrooms out in back If you have to wash your hands *
* If an armadillo is your pillow *
* And your cab is your abode *
* Then come on in for a little bit Of home on the road *
* Enjoy the view while you're slurping Homemade stew *
* And when you finish You can sit and chat d.
- Do you want pie? - Oh, yeah!
D Our juke plays latest hits from 1966 *
* We may not know where we're going *
* But we sure know where it's at *
* There's chicken fried steak And some devil's food cake *
* As we roll through another zip code *
* There's butter that's real And butter that's fake *
* Just a little bit of home on the road *
* Just sit right down You look like a hungry gent *
* Our biscuits and gravy Go down like wet cement
* So, if you're looking for home cooking *
* Or you want to see a three-headed toad *
* Just come on in for a little bit Of home on the road *
* Just come on in for a little bit of home on the road
* Just come on in for a little bit Of home on the road d.
Oh, what am I doing?
That's it, Perry the Platypus!
There is nowhere left to run!
You have officially overstayed your welcome!
Hey! Hey, no fair!
Ow!
Left in 100 feet.
Uh, okay.
This seems to have a little more corn than most shortcuts.
I'm outta here! Oh, great!
Turn right to avoid plunging 5,000 feet into Cactus Gorge.
Well, yes, all right, might as well.
Oh, no! My Boom Juice! Heading for Cactus Gorge!
Oh. Well, what do you know?
My Boom Juice isn't as volatile as I had…
Uh, Miss, I ordered some pie.
Really? By banding together, the truckers saved Christmas?
- Cool. - Oh, you're coming with me!
Yeah, I still never got my pie.
I think I'll go check on the kids.
Oh, look at you guys.
Wait! No, Mom!
The boys! They built a truck stop on the roof!
Seriously! A whole restaurant! Climb up and see!
- Hon… - Mom, go look!
OK. Here we go.
It's always about you! I have dreams, too, you know.
I've always wanted to own a little truck stop diner.
- There you go. - How do you do that?
I don't get it. What am I supposed to see?
What? No!
So, what are we looking at?
Oh. Oh, right.
Yep, gonna need some new pants.
Well, I fail to see how this day could get any worse.
Flaming cactus.
Yeah, that ought to do it!
D Just sit right down You look like a hungry gent *
* Our biscuits and gravy Go down like wet cement *
* So, if you're looking for home cooking *
* or you want to see a three-headed toad *
* Just come on in for a little bit Of home on the road *