* 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, Ferb, your cousins from England are here visiting.
No, I mean your cousins from England are here visiting.
Look, boys, it's your cousins visiting from England!
They're here to see the exhibition football match
between Danville and their beloved Sniffleton Nostrils.
Oh! Nose goal!
So the Nostrils are here in the States?
Yes, they've already landed
and they're probably on the team bus even as we speak.
D Nostrils on the bus! d.
Huh. Fabulous.
Anyway, Phineas, this is Uncle Adrian, A.D. for short,
Aunt Lucy, -Hello.
And their kids, Beckham, Beckham,
Pele, Beckham, Pele, and Eliza.
Well, her middle name is Beckham.
Hi, guys!
Good heavens, Ferb, what a fine young man you've grown into!
Good to know you, Phineas!
I hear about you all the time.
Oh! So you've been reading my newsletter.
Oh, heavens, no. I read Ferb's blog.
Well, at least you've learned to read.
- Ouch! - Why don't we go inside
and continue our good-natured sibling rivalry there?
Yes, that way you won't be humiliated in front of the children.
Oh! Sibling rivalry is so attractive.
A.D. has such a healthy competitive spirit.
Eliza, honey, why don't you come along? Candace is up in her room.
So, Cousin Ferb.
You've lived in America longer than you've lived in England.
You haven't gone Yank on us, have you?
Oh, don't worry, guys. Ferb's as British as ever.
Hi, guys! What you doin'?
Oh, hi, Isabella.
Hello, everyone. I was just cleaning my room
and I thought I would return some of the things Ferb lent me.
Your cowboy hat, your baseball mitt,
your banjo CDs, your American flag unitard.
Oh! And here's your bald eagle.
Oh! And Phineas, here is your sack.
Awesome! Come to papa!
Oh, yes. Very British.
What's going on?
Oh, it's silly. Ferb's cousins think Ferb has lost his Britishness.
Ferb's British?
Apparently not.
I bet you don't even play football anymore.
You dweebs, that's a soccer ball.
This is a football!
Actually, there's no one who loves soccer more than my brother, Ferb.
Ferb got all of us into playing.
And we've gotten pretty good, if I do say so myself.
But Ferb, he's the real master!
Yeah, I once saw Ferb play an entire game of soccer using a pumpkin!
And he didn't even break it!
To this day, his motivation for doing so remains shrouded in mystery.
Well, if you're all such cracking footballers,
then we challenge you and your friends to a football match.
So what do you say? Playground rules?
How about Football X-7 rules?
Football X-7? That's only theoretical!
Only for another couple of hours,
because I know what we're gonna do today!
Hey, maybe Perry wants to be on our team.
Who's Perry?
I apologize, Agent P.
I'm a little under the weather today.
At first, I was convinced that Carl got me sick,
you know, that old knee-jerk blame Carl thing,
but then we received this this morning.
Uh, hello, Major Monogram.
This is Heinz.
It's 7:45 on Tuesday and I'm really sick,
so I won't be able to do evil today.
Anyway…
Can you believe this? He had the nerve to call in sick.
I'm here! Carl's here!
Don't you think I'd rather be at home watching Ducky Momo?
Agent P, you've got to get in there and,
I don't know, get him better.
Stop him from stopping the things for which
you have to stop him for.
D But not as much as you thought you needed me, too d.
- Brilliant! - Thanks!
Most of my favorite bands are British.
I guess I'm kind of an Anglophile.
Anglophile? I thought your family was from Wisconsin.
I mean, just when you think you know…
Candace, it just means that he likes things that are British.
Oh! I knew that.
Oh, man, I gotta get home and help my mom.
I'll be back in a couple of hours.
- Splendid. - Coolness!
Nice to meet you, Eliza.
And you as well, Jeremy.
Oh, by the way, cool accent.
Cool accent? Cool accent?
He's never complimented me on my accent!
- Well, to be fair… - I'm not all Britishy and sophisticated!
Oh, Candace, don't be silly.
It's obvious Jeremy likes you just the way you are.
Don't talk crazy! You gotta teach me how to be
- all Anglo-ishy and lady-like and proper! - But Cand…
Obviously, my relationship with Jeremy depends on it!
So you'll help me?
Yeah, all right.
Ha! I've given you a sound thrashing, I have!
Yes, yes,
you always did have more wind than I.
That's my Adrian. So talented.
I don't know if I would be bragging
about holding my breath for 13 seconds.
Well, at least Lawrence is always so gracious in defeat.
Hors d'oeuvres, anyone?
I bet I can make myself sick eating prawnie puffs before you can.
Carnival ride sick or emergency room sick?
Sweaty Men Playing Games Network presents.
Football, sometimes called soccer,
footy, association football, or the beautiful game.
But in 1952, a British theoretical physicist
and football enthusiast, Professor Ross Eforp,
hoped to heighten the football experience
by creating the most thrilling and challenging version
of soccer imaginable which still allowed the players to survive.
He called it Football X-7.
He proposed building an immense,
gyroscopic gravity well stadium,
creating an omnidirectional pitch,
allowing teams to play in three dimensions.
After several attempts to build a Football X-7 stadium ended in disaster,
most scientists, engineers, and defensive midfielders
agreed that Professor Ross Eforp's ultimate football game
could never become a reality.
The final blow came when it was discovered
that Professor Ross Eforp's name was spelled
the same forwards as it was backwards,
and in the highly-charged anti-palindrome atmosphere
of the mid-1950s, Professor Eforp was forced into hiding.
As for Football X-7, is it possible, perhaps one day,
someone, some young dreamer
with remarkable building and creative skills,
might just make Professor Ross Eforp's dream come true?
No, not a chance. Don't be ridiculous.
It's impossible.
Impossible?
The only thing that's impossible is impossibility.
Now, Ferb and I believe we've figured out where Professor Eforp went wrong.
Oi! Are you actually saying you're gonna build that?
Here?
Yes, we are gonna do what no one has ever done before!
Play the biggest, baddest, only-est game of Football X-7 ever!
Now, who's with me?
We are, of course.
Completely mad, the lot of them.
Let's get started! Come on, Ferb, we need to…
Ferb? Ferb? Ferb?
D Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated! *
Perry the Platypus, what are you doing here?
Didn't you get my… Oh, is that chicken soup?
What? Oh, that?
Yeah, I planned to do evil today, but look at me.
I don't think it's gonna happen.
Oh man, 103.
Seriously, if I was a hot tub,
people would be getting out of me.
They'd be all like, "Wow, Heinz Doofenshmirtz is way too hot.
We should get out of him."
Anyway, since you're here, I taped my rehearsal.
I'll just play it for you. That will be just as good.
I shot this yesterday. I was feeling considerably better then.
La, la, la, la. Topeka, Kansas. Topeka…
OK. So, Perry the Platypus,
I bet you're wondering why I trapped you in this soundproof capsule.
Oh, wait… if it's soundproof,
he won't be able to hear me… Ugh!
For generations, philosophers have asked,
"If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it,
does it make a sound?"
The answer, by the way, obviously, is of course it does!
I mean, duh, right? Philosophers! Get a job, thinky-boy!
Now, see, the question they should be asking is
what sound does the falling tree make?
Behold, the If-A-Tree-Fell-In-The-Forest-Inator!
D Dun dun dun! d.
One blast from this puppy will knock over a tree,
or anything else for that matter!
And the sound it will make will be.
"Doofenshmirtz!"
I will have eternal fame as the answer to that one philosophical question.
I'm also working on a Sound-Of-One-Hand-Clapping-Inator.
"Doofenshmirtz!"
I'll corner the markets!
And speaking of markets, I'm out of vitamins.
I should really get some before they close, but…
Eh, so I skip my vitamin C for one day.
What's the worst that could happen?
Not one word, Perry the Platypus.
You have to at least give me a chance to do my thing, OK?
Cool, here we go. Where is it?
Here we go.
There. I trapped you.
OK, so what's next? I activate my Inator.
OK, give me a head start here.
I'll get there. Don't worry.
Oh, man, that thing is gonna be huge.
I'm gonna go get my mom!
Uh, Candace, you know that tattling is not very ladylike?
- It's not? - Afraid not, no.
I have five little brothers myself,
so you can imagine the discipline it takes.
No busting?
You asked me to teach you how to be
proper and sophisticated for Jeremy.
But, but…
Right! I can do this.
Good girl. The first lesson for a lady-in-training is about posture.
Honestly, I'm not quite sure why this is,
but from birth, all proper ladies are warned
that they must stand and sit completely vertically straight
and even the tiniest bend or deviation on one's spine
will lead directly to a life of horror and destitution.
Makes sense.
D It's frightfully terribly hard to be a lady *
* There's so many P's and Q's you have to mind *
* But the rewards I guarantee are rich and varied *
* And worth all of the effort You will find *
* Your posture must be perfect *
* And your diction crisp and clear *
* Your speaking voice mellifluous and pleasing to the ear *
* Your legs are crossed when seated *
* Your toes are pointed so *
* Your pinky's raised while drinking *
* But that's not all you need to know *
* You mustn't curse or spit or tattle Never gossip *
* A lady never scratches, sweats or burps *
* She knows which knife and fork and spoon to use and when *
* And if soup is served it's impolite to slurp *
* It's always please and thank you, sir or madam *
* Never brash or loud or putting on a show *
* A lady is demure, reserved and proper *
* And that is really all you need to know d.
I don't get it.
What? Do polite people not have bookshelves in your country?
Lady and gentlemen, I give you the Football X-7 stadium!
Whoa! That's brilliant! I'm totally gobsmacked!
Yeah, I guess I could smack a little gob myself.
Now it all comes down to the game. Are you ready?
Well, yeah. How about you, Ferb?
Oh, no! I was afraid something like this would happen.
What will we do?
We'll be right back.
Ferb's soccer problem started a few months ago,
right before summer began.
Um, actually, that's a little early in the day.
OK, closer. A little later than that.
Whoa! What is that, night?
Look, back it up to about the middle of the third quarter.
Like there! Right there! Thank you.
So, anyway, we were having a great game.
Ferb, as always, was in top form.
Little did I know it would be Ferb's last game.
Late in the second period, the other team had kicked the ball out of bounds,
and Ferb grabbed it.
Suddenly, from out of nowhere,
a herd of emu ran onto the field and carried off our assistant coach!
Ferb simply put the ball down and walked off the field.
That was it. Ferb hasn't played football since.
I don't blame him, poor fellow.
It's the Emu Curse.
The Emu Curse?
It goes like this. If you're holding the ball
and a herd of emus carries off your assistant coach,
then you're cursed to never be on a winning team again.
Wow! British curses are really specific.
Well, no wonder he disappeared.
- We're gonna have to break that curse. - Good luck, mate.
To break the Emu Curse, a boy wearing a Sunday bonnet
must sing the note E-flat above high C in front of the cursed one.
E-flat above high C?
Whoa! Wait a second, who's got a piccolo?
- Buford? - Ah!
One day somebody's gonna ask me for some obscure musical instrument,
and it ain't gonna be there! What's gonna happen then?
What is that ringing thing? Is that E-flat above high C?
Oh, for crying out loud! Perry the Platypus, really?
Really, you're thwarting the ill?
Here it is! The Football X-7 stadium,
complete with omnidirectional hover-goals
and an observation deck slash high tea room!
Wow!
It's designed so that the ground hugs your feet,
making it possible to literally walk on walls!
So the goals can be scored from any angle!
Brilliant! Let's play!
I wish we could.
Yeah, we don't have a team without Ferb.
Yeah, he was our quarterback.
You still do not know what game we're playing, do you?
Do you realize without a full team, you forfeit the match?
Don't worry, you guys.
If I know my brother, he'll come through for us.
Ferb?
Hi, guys! I brought some dry ice.
- Aw. - Oh, and I brought Ferb, too.
Ferb!
Ferb, you came to play!
As long as my team will have me, curse and all.
Of course we will! It's not about winning.
It's about the joy of the game!
Actually, it's about winning.
D Oh, yeah! *
* In 1959 soccer was sublime *
* And one man was looking for something more nifty *
* But Eforp's dream was way too extreme *
* For the palindrome fearing people of the '50s *
* A number and a letter it don't get any better *
* Than Football X-7 *
* Football X-7 *
* Call it soccer or football or the beautiful game *
* But it just got a brand new name *
* Yeah, Football X-7
* Football X-7 *
* Yeah! d.
Why, Jeremy, how delightful it is to see you again.
Hey, Candace. You look great?
- Do come in. - OK.
So what do you think? High tea and…
Oh! Cool! What are they doing?
Some sort of silly game.
As a lady, I'm not terribly interested in such foolishness.
I'm much more interested in curtsying
and other dainty pursuits.
Hi, Jeremy. Doesn't Candace look lovely?
Yeah! I can't say I've seen better posture.
Would you care to stack books on my head?
No, I'm cool.
Well, why don't you two sit and chat while I fetch tea?
That sounds divine. Shall we?
Of course.
Have you noticed my extended pinkies?
I was just about to comment on them.
- They're really up there. - Why, thank you.
You know, it's a little unusual.
Here we are, sitting in the very heart
of a giant soccer stadium your brothers built
in your yard and you haven't once shown
any desire to bust them.
Oh, dear boy, no, no.
A lady never tattles.
Just one more! I can't do it.
Oh, darn it.
I'm wearing more shirts than you!
Oh, brother!
It's hard not to root for him, isn't it?
I think I'll manage. Excuse me for a second.
Oh! Hello, dear!
Uh, Lawrence, what's going on here?
I've seen you put on more shirts than that.
Well, I'll let you in on a little secret.
I let him win all of these contests.
Look at how happy it makes him.
Yeah, I can see that. But you know what, honey?
As humble and gracious as you are,
and I love that about you,
next time, destroy him.
- Pardon? - Smear the punk.
Annihilate him. Make him cry.
I'm awesome. You're not.
- I'm awesome. You're not. - You're awesome. He's not.
Got it. Oh, hey, A.D., how about one last little event?
Keepy-uppy?
Keepy-uppy? Are you mad?
I have never lost a game of keepy-uppy in my life!
Well, you won't mind humoring me, then.
Now, I'm going to activate my…
You know the rest.
Doofenshmirtz.
Whoa! Check it out, Perry the Platypus,
I'm totally beating you inadvertently,
and when I say "inadvertently,"
I mean completely vertently!
You know, fighting you makes me feel a little better.
It's a good feeling,
like a comfy, old sweater or something.
Like an old friend, yes.
Like a comfy, old, knit, woolen friend named Joycie Terrific
from the hinterlands.
I'm literally just blathering now.
D Nostrils on the bus! d.
Doofenshmirtz.
Did that tree just say, "Doofenshmirtz"?
I think we've been on this bus too long.
Hang on, lads. We're taking a detour.
Nostrils! Nostrils! Nostrils! Nostrils!
Hey, wait a minute. Where are they going?
I made them a crumpet.
Oh, is that what that is?
Let's follow them.
Yeah, that really feels good.
Yeah, I'll have more cake.
Ztrimhsnefood.
Evil.
Come on, Lawrence. Give it up.
I've won at everything since we were kids.
Oh, yeah? Watch this.
Lawrence, stop showing off or you're gonna blow it.
Don't worry, darling. I have got the…
Oh! Whoops!
Well, Lawrence, it looks like you've lost again.
Yes, it does look that way, doesn't it?
However, looks can be deceiving.
D Nostrils on the bus! d.
Is it my imagination, or is that a Football X-7 stadium?
It's your imagination. That's just a mailbox.
But there is one on this side of the bus.
Candace, I can't help but notice your accent there.
Why, yes. Do you like it?
I thought an Anglophile such as yourself
might appreciate the soothing lilt of the Queen's English.
An Anglophile such as myself?
Oh! Ha! I get it.
Well, yes. I could listen to you speak like that all day.
Really?
I like it so much better than how you were before.
- You do? - Of course!
I'm so glad you finally decided to change everything about yourself.
What? You didn't like how I was before?
But isn't that why you changed?
So I would like you better?
Well, yeah, but this isn't really…
Oh, wait! You're totally messing with me.
Yes, I am totally messing with you.
Now, would you please knock off the phony British stuff
and go back to being my girl?
You got it, bub!
So, how are we doing over here?
Turns out Jeremy liked me how I was before.
Hmm, shocker.
Now, if you two will excuse me,
I've got some brothers to bust.
There's my girl.
Phineas and Ferb! You are so busted!
Well, I don't need this goofy thing anymore.
Pass me the ball!
Oh.
Ferb! The E-flat above high C,
from a boy in a Sunday bonnet!
The curse! It's broken.
We could actually win this thing.
Pass it to Ferb! Pass it to Ferb!
I am kind of in the middle of something here.
I got it.
No!
Yes!
It missed the goal by a mile!
What happened? I guess the curse wasn't broken.
No, it's broken. Sometimes you just miss.
- Hello. - It's the Sniffington Nostrils!
Oh! Nose goal!
What a beautiful kick.
But he missed the goal.
It's not whether you score the goal,
it's how good you look while kicking the ball.
Actually, it is about making goals.
I'm awesome. You're not. I'm awesome. You're not.
Mom! Mom!
Just a second, Candace. Your father is doing his victory dance.
I'm awesome. You're not.
So, you're just gonna give us this X-7 stadium?
Sure, we do that kind of thing all the time.
Yes, once they gave a monster truck arena to Buck Buckerson.
- Was that you? - Thank you, Phineas.
That's very generous of you.
Hey, everyone!
Yes, Nostrils?
See this thing?
Do you mean the Football X-7 stadium?
Would you all help us load this on the bus?
We would all like that very much, what you just said!
I'm awesome. You're not! I'm awesome. You're not!
Is that a Football X-7 stadium?
I knew it could be done!
Professor Ross Eforp can finally come out of hiding.
Mommy, that man's name is a palindrome.
Look away, Johnny. Look away.
Man, you can get these fans to do anything.
Thanks again, Phineas and Ferb!
D Nostrils on the bus! d.
You see, Mom? Absolutely nothing.
Oh, I'm thinking some very unlady-like things right now.
That's our girl.
Oi, Cousin Ferb, we're dreadfully sorry
for giving you such a hard time.
You're a brilliant footballer, an all-around good chap,
and a Brit through and through.
Actually, lads, I'm not a Brit or a Yank. I'm just Ferb.
D Nostrils on the bus! *
* It's not public transport It's a sports team charter *
* Association football *
* Nobody's rocking harder *
* When you think about it *
* All you need to know about us *
* Is that we are the Nostrils And we're on this bus!
D Nostrils on the bus! *