* So stick with us 'cause Phineas and Ferb Are gonna do it all! d.
Mom, Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence!
D Hey, what's the new game That your friends all wanna play *
* Skiddley Whiffers! *
* It's only over when You hear somebody say *
* Skiddley Whiffers! *
* It's every bit as great As we have advertised *
* If you don't own a copy You'll be ostracized at school *
* Skiddley Whiffers is cool d d Skiddley Whiffers is cool *
* Skiddley Whiffers is cool *
* Skiddley Whiffers! d.
Your parents played it. Now you can, too!
Skiddley Whiffers is the best game ever!
And, ha!
That springs me out of the mud pit,
into the car wash, through the terrible tower,
and… uh-oh! Roll again!
Yes! Double kings, baby!
Excuse me!
And here comes the big finish!
Bing, bing, bing! Victory bell!
Unbroken winning streak!
Oh, that feels good!
But you wouldn't know about that 'cause you lost!
I am the queen of Skiddley Whiffers!
Who is the queen? I am the queen!
- It sure is nice to see Candace happy. - Skiddley Whiffers Queen!
I mean, seriously, we've been playing this game for, what, six years?
And look, I've won 19 out of 24 games this year,
the last 12 in a row!
It's like Skiddley Whiffers wants me to win
and consequently, you to lose.
Over and over and over again.
Skiddley Whiffers is too easy!
I need to move on to a bigger challenge!
A bigger challenge?
Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today!
Hey, where's Perry?
Happy 999th lair entrance, Agent P!
To commemorate this joyous occasion,
we'd like to present you with this souvenir t-shirt!
I made it myself!
I'm gonna go print up some more!
Just wear it for the day.
It's… it's good for his self-esteem.
Doofenshmirtz has been spotted en route to Danville National Park.
So I guess for you it'll be a walk in the park.
'Cause you're going to the park.
Where Doof is.
D Doofenshmirtz mini-bus Camping van d.
All right, everyone, we're here!
Let's unpack so we can get a head start!
"We"? Shouldn't you be off playing with your little platypus friend?
What? And leave my little girl all alone in the wilderness?
No way!
Dad, I'm not your little girl anymore.
Look at me, I'm 16 years old. 16.
That's practically an adult.
But you still treat me like I'm a little kid.
I just need some space, that's all.
Are you even listening to me?
But, Vanessa, what if there were a blizzard or an earthquake
and you with no one to take care of you,
not even kindly ocelots like I had.
Dad…
I could be at that campsite right over…
Go home!
OK, pumpkin. Stay safe.
- But what if… - Go!
I suppose you're wondering why we called all of you here today.
Yeah, actually we were.
Ferb? Ta-da!
That's not clearing anything up for me.
I don't care what it is. The hair dryer is mine.
All right! Nobody move!
You two, you think you can just make giant thingies for all the world to see?
Well, no, sir!
I'm gonna put the bust on you, but good.
Mom! Mom! Hey, Mom.
So, in this giant version of the classic game Skiddley Whiffers…
Wait! Did you say Skiddley Whiffers?
Giant Skiddley Whiffers, yes.
Giant Skiddley Whiffers?
That is so bustable!
And yet, so tempting.
And yet, so bustable!
And yet, so tempting.
- Wanna play? - Yes! I'm the sneaker!
I get dibs on the truck!
Booyah!
I claim the fedora and Ferb picks the nose.
You know, real unicorns are pink.
I am just saying.
Our game board today will be Danville itself.
Her rich architectural heritage
and natural wonders will provide the thrills,
and the first player back home wins!
And we don't even have to do any work.
Just roll a number on this electronic die
and the game pieces will automatically move that many spaces across Danville.
Yeah, yeah. Let's get this party started! Lob it over!
Six! So long, losers!
One, two…
When do I get to go? Oh!
It is going to be a long day.
D Nature is our mother, yeah, the trees are green… d.
Hey, groovy dudes and dudettes!
How's it hanging?
Want to try my seven layer bars?
- Man? - Uh…
Uh, hey there, strange man I've never met.
What brings you to our campsite?
And how soon can you leave?
Oh, I was just passing by, you know,
communing with nature and all,
like, you know, us hippies do.
And I thought you dudes
might want a few groovy pointers from an old pro.
Actually, we're doing just fine.
- Hey, man! - Hey!
You know, fire is the leading cause of fire.
Whoa, whoa! Is that a Pupmaster-3000?
I love these babies!
They, so far out.
They almost never collapse and suffocate you while you sleep.
But you know, the Tri-State Almanac says
they should be at least 20 feet from running water.
And yours is an inch too close, man.
Seriously?
Oh, and you need to tie up your food
or you could attract bears,
which would make it extremely difficult to hang loose and be groovy.
I've got lots of other righteous camping tips.
But first I need to get some life vests out of my van!
Whoa, that guy was totally freakstyle.
You have no idea.
Yeah! My third favorite number.
Seven trey, baby! Feel the breeze!
Only because I rolled leg irons!
Spoken like a true loser!
Next sucker!
Hey, Phineas. What you doing?
Hey, guys! How much longer do I wear the beard?
- Until you roll "shave." - Awesome!
But what's with the monocle?
It's an affectation. Leave it alone.
Let's see, bandages, bug spray, shoulder pads.
Oh, hey, man, nice threads.
Sorry, no scheme today.
I'm just here secretly overprotecting my daughter
while she's camping with some friends.
It's dangerous out here, Perry the Platypus!
And I should know!
You see, back in Gimmelshtoomp, in my youth.
When I was camping I had this incident with a swarm of bees.
I only got one sting, but it did a lot of damage.
I still have a hydrant stuck in my leg, see?
I'd have it removed but the doctors say it's too close to an artery to operate.
That kind of thing happens all the time in the woods!
All right, maybe I'm overreacting.
Actually, it's really just a beautiful pastoral setting.
There's probably nothing to fear…
Whoo-hoo! Sorry, dude.
Huh? You see? You see how dangerous it is out here?
You have gotta help me overprotect my daughter.
Please? Please? Please?
Oh, great! I know just what you can do!
D Poison sumac, oi, oi, oi! d.
Hey, brothers and sisters.
I'm back with this industrial size first aid kit.
And this state of the art security system.
Not to mention a…
Too sharp!
Righteous!
Quarantine!
Acorn helmets! Better safe than sorry.
Uh… he's a little excitable, isn't he?
Yes. Yes, he is.
You have to leave! It's not safe here for little kids.
I mean, for "practically adults".
Flee! Back to the city! Away from danger!
- Like what? - Like that!
See? All right, that's enough!
Really, Perry? Really?
I expect more from you.
- And you, Dad! - But how did you…
Oh, please! You come out here jumping around with your costume,
and your lame book and it's… it's just humiliating, Dad.
I'm not a little girl anymore.
Well, you're my little girl.
I know, I know, but all I want to do
is have a good time with my friends,
and you just keep popping up.
It's like you don't trust me.
You're right.
I'm sorry I got in your way.
I know you can handle yourself, Vanessa.
Come on, Perry the Platypus.
Maybe there's still time for a scheme today. You know.
I won't even trap you.
You can just start beating me up right away.
Wait, I thought your dad was a pharmacist.
She's right, Perry the Platypus.
I've been smothering her.
You know, it's just so hard to let go as a parent.
But I'm going to turn over a new leaf though, I can tell you that.
No more worrying, no more disguises, no more rules!
We're almost at the finish.
Well, most of us.
Ha, ha! She'll never win now.
They're right. I could lose.
But I can't give up now. I'm the queen of Skiddley Whiffers.
And I'm not gonna let anything break my streak.
Now toss me that dice!
The singular is "die"!
Wow, that was uncalled for.
Wow! Twice in one day!
Skiddley Whiffers is a cruel mistress, cold and unforgiving.
Whoo-hoo! Take that, losers!
You know, I try to be a good parent,
but sometimes it's…
Vanessa!
Anybody else allergic to bees?
- Me. - I am.
All of us? What are the odds?
You leave my baby girl alone!
Dad, what are you doing here? It's dangerous!
Really? I hadn't noticed.
All right, bees!
You like honey, don't you?
Come and get it!
- Come on! - Dad!
Excuse me, Perry the Platypus!
Wow, your dad is totally psychotic.
Yes. Yes, he is.
Whoo! 13 wins in a row!
Yeah, baby!
Ding, ding, ding! A victory bell!
Nice game, Candace.
Yeah! For me! Whoo!
I totally creamed you guys in that game.
And now I'm gonna bust you for it!
Mom! Mom! Mom!
Hey, look what Phineas and Ferb built!
You're right, Candace. Call the authorities. It's a cube!
No time for sarcasm. Move!
Candace, watch where you're going!
Whoa! Uh!
All players advance.
Skiddley Whiffers. The game that keeps on playing!
D Skiddley Whiffers! d.
Look!
- And I'm supposed to see… - But, but, but, but…
So, boys, do anything special today?
We played Skiddley Whiffers. And Candace played with us!
Oh, how sweet. Candace, did you have fun with your brothers today?
Yes. Yes, I did.
Thanks for pulling me out of the water, Perry the Platypus,
but this shirt's a little snug.
Are you sure you don't have anything bigger?
Nothing, huh?
Be careful with those marshmallows though, seriously.
Do you know how many s'more-related accidents
happen each year in this country alone? Do you?
I don't, but I bet it's a lot.
Dad…
You were right, Ferb!
It is more fun to mount the race track on the ceiling.
Hey, guys. Care to join us for an upside-down slot-bike race?
No, thank you. I am not a big fan of bicycle racing.
Oh, come on, everyone loves a good bike race.
Not me.
You see, I come from a long line of bicycle race losers.
In 1903, my great-grandfather was leading a bicycle race,
when he fell into a tiger pit.
Years later, my grandfather skillfully avoided the tiger pit,
but sadly, not the tiger.
Then my father was confident he had outsmarted the tiger,
but he was wrong.
My point is, none of them finished in the top ten.
You know, tiger attacks are comparatively rare in Danville
since we installed that Tiger-Excluder on City Hall.
Ferb, I know what Baljeet's gonna do today.
Hey, Candace! I was just heading out to Margie's baby shower
and look what I found on the stoop!
My new camcorder!
Sport Edition! For busting on-the-go.
Yeah, well, gotta run!
Margie won't stay pregnant forever.
Don't forget to feed Perry.
Where's Perry?
Good morning, Agent P!
We've been monitoring Doofenshmirtz's internet traffic,
and we think it…
What in blazes? A pop-up ad?
Can you still see me, Agent P?
What? Another? Agent P, over here…
Oh, this is getting ridiculous!
I give up! You know the drill. Monogram out!
Here it is, the route of the first annual Tour De Ferb bike race
featuring jumps, obstacles, rickety staircases
and here's where you start the second stretch of the underwater…
Wait, underwater?
We tricked the bikes out a little.
Just press the button on your handlebars
when you encounter any unusual terrain.
How about tiger attacks?
Technically, that's not a terrain.
Isabella was kind enough to enlist the help of the Fireside Girls
to make the course, guide us, and help out along the way.
More racy, less talky.
Sweet!
- Race you to the start line. - You're on!
Hey, Baljeet.
Don't let a little thing like all of your male ancestors
getting mauled by tigers during a bike race get you down.
Well, it does seem to indicate a pattern.
Just remember, you have something that they didn't have.
Greg LeMond!
I'm back here. Hiya, Baljeet!
I'm Greg LeMond, the first American cyclist
to win the Tour de France.
Three times, actually.
- So, like, recently? - That's not the point.
The point is, I see a kid who needs inspiration.
- Oh, you mean me, right? - That's right, Baljeet.
Don't let anything stop you.
There's nothing in this world that you can't do.
Actually, I can think of many things that I cannot do.
Flying comes to mind.
Also, putting my foot behind my head,
but it occurs to me that you were speaking hyperbolically.
So, point taken, Greg LeMond!
I am going to win this race!
That's the spirit!
USA! USA
I am from India.
Ready… Set…
Ha, ha! Losers!
Go!
What the… No fair!
You've got that aerodynamic head!
India! India!
Oh, Phineas? Ferb? Tour De Ferb?
Oh, baby!
D Bust is in the bag *
* The bust is in the bag *
* Video b-b-b-bust! *
* Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated! d.
Welcome, Perry the Platypus!
I knew you'd fall for the old kickstand trap.
Of course, I didn't know exactly where you'd park,
so, I've really gotta watch my step around here.
But as you see, you are trapped in a pile of old computer cables.
I started throwing them in a drawer years ago
and I'm sure there is probably one wire you could pull,
like a load-bearing wire,
that would just make the whole thing unravel.
But how do you find it?
I figured it was just easier to use it as a trap.
So I did, see? Recycling.
Uh-oh! Big, round, wet thing coming up!
Press your buttons, everybody!
Awesome!
I can feel my competitive spirit breaking free!
Don't give up, Baljeet!
Never!
Baljeet, you're not quitting, are you?
No, sir, Mr. LeMond! I came to win!
I know things are tough, and there's that little voice telling you to quit.
- I hear no voice. - But you can't quit.
But I do not want to quit!
Hey, true story. Hunting accident.
My brother-in-law thought I was a turkey…
Kaboom!
But I recovered. And you can, too.
Wow, I have no idea how to respond to that.
I think I will be continuing with the race now.
Dropping out seems like the easy way.
But years from now,
I don't want you to look back and wonder what if.
Out of my way, turkey.
Why does everybody think I'm a turkey?
So, Perry the Platypus, let me tell you about my latest scheme.
The other day, I was perusing the internet
when I came upon an online auction for a Super Multi-inator.
I wasn't even sure what it did,
but, you know, Super Multi-inator was my grandmother's maiden name.
It was a sign. I had to have it.
But then, something terrible happened.
A pop-up ad kept me from hitting the "bid now" button.
It really hit me where I lived too.
You see, I always hated advertising,
ever since the early 80s,
when I did a little product-modeling
to finance my first inator.
That's it. Hold the wombat closer to your face.
Closer.
A little closer.
I don't want to talk about it.
But then I realized I could use pop-up ads to serve my own evil ends!
So I've come up with a whole slew of products and services
that I can advertise
and my Pop-Up-inator will put pop-up ads virtually everywhere.
I'll make millions!
Yeah!
D I got the wind in my hair *
* I got the bugs in my teeth *
* My wheels are spinning *
* I got the road underneath *
* It's a competition *
* What a wonderful ride *
* The road's a ribbon of gray *
* But it's a beautiful day *
* The sun is shining *
* Our path is winding away *
* We can make it *
* As long as you're by my side *
* The vista's more inviting *
* Than it was in the brochure *
* And even though we're riding *
* Past a truck filled with manure *
* We'll just stick to the curb, yeah *
* It's the Tour De Ferb! d.
Right on schedule. And fully documented.
The best part is the pop-up ads will never go away.
There's a little button that says "Click here to close,"
but guess what?
It just opens another pop-up ad.
Pop-up ads. Best idea ever!
Analyzing pile. Locating load-bearing wire.
What? Perry the Platypus, how did you get out?
Hey, not fair!
OK, no more Mr. Nice Guy!
Come back here, you little…
Uh-oh!
Ah, see? See, I told you I had to watch my step in here.
I know what you're thinking.
But this is neither ironic nor funny.
Are you still there?
Hello, Mother. Have a nice time at the baby shower?
Well, Margie's got morning sickness,
so there was a little incident.
- Eww. - But now I'm clean!
So no harm done!
And I can see that you're dying to tell me something.
Oh, not really. It's just…
Mom, take a look at this.
Your camera gets pop-up ads?
What? No!
But it doesn't matter!
I know where the last obstacle is.
Whoa!
Candace! I'm not even dressed!
Sorry, Mom! It's an emergency.
Luckily I picked today to wear my bike helmet into the shower.
Ah! There it is! The finish line!
Right on the other side of Danville Chasm.
I am going to win this!
Not if I can help it!
Candace! My towel!
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Get ready to see something really terrifying!
That's better. Huh! I guess that is pretty scary.
That guy should not be holding that wombat so close to his face.
But, but, but, but, but, but, but, but, but…
Perry the Platypus, why're you doing this to me?
Get it? "Wire"?
Uh, 'cause I'm in wire…
Ah, come on. I know I'm defeated
but at least I got a good joke out of it.
Show me some love.
Nothing? Really?
Just gonna leave me hanging here?
Loser!
Ha, ha yourself! I am going to win this race!
Oh, the impending victory.
It is as sweet as…
Greg LeMond? I thought you were supposed to be motivating me!
It worked so well that I even motivated myself.
Finish line, here I…
Time to change the batteries on the Tiger-Excluder.
Boy, I'll say!
I did it! I won a bike race!
Thanks to Greg LeMond inspiring me.
And then, you know, getting attacked by that tiger.
By the way, I hope he's OK.
Oh, man, I gotta call my brother-in-law
and tell him that his tiger got out.
D We pass a couple gas stations *
* And a defunct flower shop *
* And as we're passing by this farm *
* The pigs all look up from their slop *
* We don't mean to disturb, yeah *
* It's just the Tour De Ferb *