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!
Candace, honey, I'm going out to a birthday party.
For who?
You know Vivian's aunt's sister's landlord's son?
- Evan? - His son.
- Dexter? - Yeah, it's his birthday.
Why do they even have parties for two-year-olds?
It's not like they're gonna remember anything.
Baby parties aren't for the babies, Candace.
- They're for the moms. - The moms?
So they can feel rewarded for all the hard work they do.
Toddlers are easy.
They eat, they poop, they sleep. End of story.
You're a laugh riot, Candace.
Think you can handle watching Phineas and Ferb today?
- Piece of cake. - Have fun.
Hmm. Time to be in charge.
So what you're saying
is that we should never cut the red wire first.
OK, you two, I'm in charge
and I'm gonna lay down some rules!
OK, shoot.
No leaving the yard, no amusement park rides,
no robots, no rocket ships.
Ferb, are you getting all of this? Cool.
No first edition issuing of commemorative coins,
no asking where Perry is,
no astrological planetary alignments…
Surprise! It's me! I've taken over the O.W.C.A!
Oh, no, he hasn't, Agent P.
Doofenshmirtz claims to have given up evil.
He even signed this "I Give Up Evil" affidavit
to apply for work at the agency.
And normally, we could have rejected him because he's not an animal,
but as it turns out, he was adopted by ocelots, making him,
in the eyes of the law, an ocelot.
Sorry to do this to you, Agent P, but we're making Doofenshmirtz
your responsibility during his probation period.
Show him the ropes, and, uh, don't let him out of your sight.
You're probably wondering why I suddenly decided
to quit evil and become a good guy.
Well, you see, I'd just built an inator.
I called it the Babe-inator! No, it's not what you think.
Its purpose was to transform my brother, the Mayor, and all of his cronies
into a bunch of crying babies.
That way I could take City Hall like babies taking candy away from…
Whatever they take candy…
Aw, you know what I mean.
Anyway, the Babe-inator was ready to go,
so I took aim at my brother's office and pressed the button,
but it didn't work!
It didn't work for, like, the hundredth time!
My evil plan did not work!
And I thought to myself,
"Maybe I'm just not good at being evil."
That's when I had my epiphany.
From now on, I'm going to be a good guy!
So, here I am!
Wow, my own cubicle. How nice!
I'm gonna put a poster, right here,
a kitten that says, "Hang in there."
No offense.
It's not that I think that's all you guys do, or anything.
Oh, great, now he's going to Human Resources.
Oopsies! Better plug this in!
And no invisible paint.
Oh, my gosh! I don't know how you two turned yourselves into babies,
but that is so bustable!
Smile and say, "Hi, Mom!"
Now, you two are so…
Where did they go?
Come back here! No, put the power drill down!
You stay right…
Ferb! No, get back here with my phone.
Hey, would you look at that!
Newton the Gnu is Agent Silent G.
Whoo! I have to blog this. Hmm, must be a coffee break.
Find the picture, and send.
Oh, they used to be so cute.
"Thanks for the old baby picture."
Oh, wait! I need something with today's date on it.
I could take a picture of them
with one of those old-fashioned things.
It's like a web page…
Printed on paper… A newspaper! Ha-ha!
OK, stop and hold the paper.
Ferb, sweetie? OK, just stand here, and…
No! No, don't run away!
Wait! Hold it! No, no, no, no. Get back here.
How about if we just sit? Then hold the paper.
We don't… We… No, don't throw it. Wait!
OK, just hold this. Stay.
- Gah! - Phineas, no!
No throwing. We use our… Ew!
Ow!
OK, hold this, Ferb.
Now, I'll just… Where's my phone?
Gah!
OK, fine! OK, if pictures won't work,
I'll just take you to Mom myself!
I know we have an old stroller around here somewhere.
That's it, go right to sleep.
You'll be busted in just a little bit.
So then the duck says, "Got any grapes?"
Uh-oh. Looks like, uh, coffee break is over.
Enter.
Agent P, we have a situation.
Is this about the grape joke?
Who told on me? Was it the duck?
That's not why I called you in.
Get a look at this. This is Newton the Gnu.
He was assigned to Doctor Diminutive,
but it seems some bonehead blew his cover on the blogosphere.
We still haven't found out who it was.
In the meantime, we'll need you to bring him in.
Get on it, Agent P, and, uh, take Doofenshmirtz with you.
A ride-along? Sweet! I can wear my new fedora.
Get out of here! Carl, get in here!
When you're done delivering the mail,
I want you to wash and wax my car.
You know, a little wax on, wax off?
It'll teach you karate.
No, it won't.
I am loving this! We're all like partners, now!
Like, Jack and Jill, or Alice and Wonderland!
And with a supercool vehicle!
Be careful out there… washing my car. Don't scratch it.
Oh! Look at these buttons! What does this one do?
Whoa! Oh, yeah, this is way cool!
Doofenshmirtz!
Wait till Mom sees you guys.
I didn't do anything!
He's my brother! Just a baby.
They cry, you know.
I know! Toys. I'll buy you some toys.
That's what makes babies stop crying.
Oh, thank you.
I'll just be a second, OK? Don't go anywhere.
Stay.
This apartment seems familiar.
Hey, would you mind if I kick down the door?
Ugh! Doofenshmirtz?
Awkward!
Why are you wearing a fedora?
I'm a good guy now. I believe you've met my partner.
Perry the Platypus? Stay away from me!
Fools!
That was only my hologram.
Don't worry. I got your back, partner!
I trapped you in a particle bubble
from my new Photon 2000 Particle Bubble-erator!
Oh, brother! 2000 was so 4,000 days ago!
Perhaps you'd like to join your friend, Newton the Gnu,
in his decidedly ordinary acrylic prison.
Can you believe it? I was having him over for a friendly dinner
when I read your blog telling me
that Newton the Gnu is really Agent Silent G!
I can't help it! I blog what I see!
I got some baby stuff!
Oh, my gosh! Get back here!
Suckers!
Oh, my bike. Oh, good, the cops are here.
I can report this vandalism to the…
- Put your hands up! - Oh, that's right.
Phineas and Ferb, get back here!
D I can crawl around on the ground *
* I'm allowed to make obnoxious sounds *
* I can be asleep both night or day *
* I ain't got much hair to brush *
* And there ain't no need For me to flush *
* And that is why you'll Always hear me say *
* Man, it sure is great to be a baby *
* You can sit all day And suck your thumb *
* I can chew my brother's toes *
* And play with the stuff Inside my nose *
* And the pans in the kitchen cupboard Make great drums! d.
D Get strolled, carried burped and cuddled *
* Wiped, powdered, diapered, swaddled *
* Hugged, tickled, dried, tossed *
* Ported, dressed, kissed, washed *
* Swung, spoiled, peek-a-boo! *
* Pampered, nibbled, coochee-coo! *
* Snuggled, coddled, rocked and fed *
* Sung to, nursed, and put to bed d.
OK, playtime's over. We've got a party to get to.
As per your request, Heinz, I've decided to let you all go
from 40 stories up.
Just for the record, that's not exactly what I meant.
Yeah, I know.
What do you guys think? How am I doing so far?
Hey! Give it back!
Uh-oh. Oh, poop.
Hang on, boys. I'm gonna bounce us back to headquarters!
Yee-haw!
Sorry about your car, sir. This is all I could find.
Oh, this is just not working out.
Hey, Mom! I've found a couple of babies that you need to see!
- Babies! Let me help. - We'll take good care of them.
Uh, what are you guys doing here?
We're helping Mom's aunt's sister's landlord's son.
Hi, Candace.
Mom! I need to show you something.
It's humiliating!
I'm stuck in this crummy little cubicle while my office gets repaired.
Anyway, Agent P, due to your quick thinking
and decisive action,
you were able to rescue Agent Silent G.
Doofenshmirtz, you're fired.
Is it because I blew up your car?
No. It's because I have a list of complaints from Human Resources.
So, it was the duck!
Let's face it.
You've done more harm inside the agency than you ever did outside.
So, what you're saying is that I'm good at being evil after all!
Norm, we're back in business.
Dust off the inators.
Later, chumps.
I'll start with this one.
Mom, these aren't babies that look like Phineas and Ferb,
this is Phineas and Ferb!
OK, I get it. Lesson learned.
Toddlers aren't easy. The irony is not lost on me!
Little help here. This had better wear off before the next episode.
This is it. Giant Cannibal Cave.
According to the map, Berserk McGerk stashed it here.
No one ever saw him again. This way, up these giant cannibal stairs.
There it is. The amulet of Juatchadoon.
And that must be McGerk down there on that giant cannibal dining set.
How much rope do you have? As always, you are prepared.
So the markings on this amulet should lead us
to the Lost Temple of Juatchadoon.
Who wants cocoa?
Hey, let us go, you big galoot!
Doofenshmirtz.
Well, well, well,
Ohio Flynn and Rhode Island Fletcher. What are you doing here?
That depends. Why are you slow clapping?
I don't know. I thought it would make my entrance more dramatic.
And it totally worked.
You know, he's right, it was more dramatic.
Now hand over that amulet!
No way! We retrieved it fair and square!
Tell it to the abominable snowman.
Well, that's a weird expression.
No, I mean tell him right now! Look!
I'll just run ahead!
Maybe the giant cannibal thing was a mislead.
I think the dining set was his!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Oh, mama!
Way too soon for a callback, Norm.
Hello, gents. What's your fancy?
Wealth, fame, glory, money, and the preservation
of semi-mystical historical treasures.
But we'll settle for hot fudge sundaes.
They're here!
Daily Tableau.
Chief! Who do you think just showed up in Panama?
If you're going to try to sell me another fairytale
about Ohio Flynn and Rhode Island…
There's a scoop here and I can smell it.
Or they haven't invented deodorant soap yet.
But there's still a scoop.
Fine, but I want to see pictures.
I won't let you down!
Someone around here is bound to know something
about the Lost Temple of Juatchadoon.
- Juatchadoon? - Exactly.
We don't even know if it really exists.
Oh, it exists, all right, and I know where to find it.
Go on.
Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. Femme fatale,
ingenue, amateur archeologist
and licensed tile and grout installer.
A girl has to earn a living.
Pleased to meet you.
Do you know anything about this?
The amulet of Juatchadoon!
The legend says it can awaken an evil Corn Colossus
with the power to destroy the world!
Makes you wonder why ancient people were always making stuff like that.
I mean, what's the upside?
My mother, New Hampshire Garcia-Shapiro,
was searching for the Temple when she disappeared.
I'm afraid something terrible has happened to her.
You've just got to help me! I'm also a certified "damsel in distress."
Well, we don't normally go searching after other archeologist/adventurers,
but I guess we could make an exception.
Now, if we only knew which way she went.
Would this map she sent me help?
Yes. Yes, it would. We're going to need transportation.
Rhode Island Fletcher, I know what we're gonna dig up today!
Gentleman, please,
there simply are no more maraschino cherries!
There you are, Agent P.
Welcome to the meeting of the Secret Order of the Knights.
Without A Cool Acronym, or SOKWACA.
As you know, it is our duty to…
Hey! You're not wearing your fez!
Better go to the fez dispenser.
As I was saying,
Doofenshmirtz is dangerously close to laying his mitts
on the lost idol of Juatchadoon.
If he were to get hold of it,
it would be blood-sucking chupacabra,
brain-eating zombie, ancient Mayan gods come to life,
weird voodoo curses with goat heads and whatnot bad.
Now, get out there and stop him, Agent P.
Why are we wearing a fez in the middle of Central America anyway?
You mean we're not in Egypt?
I thought those pyramids were kind of stair-steppy.
Last stop! I'm afraid there is no way to get to the east coast by boat,
unless you go all the way around South America.
Nothing but jungle from here on out.
Care to come with us?
And spoil my carefully calculated air of selfishness and unconcern?
Not until the last second, thank you very much.
Wow, authentic riverboat gibberish. This way, gang.
It's sweet of you to help us find my mom, Miss…
Candace. And are you kidding?
I've been trying to get a good scoop all summer long!
Well, it's a lucky thing you accidentally hammered yourself
into that crate marked
"temple expedition supplies," then, isn't it?
Boy, I'll say.
We found it!
It's the fabled Temple of Juatchadoon!
"If you choose to go further, you'll wish you weren't born."
"The road to destruction is paved with corn."
Cheery. There must be some trick to opening this case,
a latch or some way to twist it, or…
Or we could hit it with a rock.
Yeah. That works.
D Adventure's quite a pleasure *
* We're not in it for the treasure *
* We'll amble at our leisure *
* But don't look down *
* Gotta keep on your toes *
* And follow your nose *
* You never know Where the tunnel goes *
* Just don't look down *
* Lots of snakes and spiders *
* Wish this tunnel was wider *
* Wish we had a guide here *
* Just don't look down *
* Gotta keep on your toes And follow your nose *
* You never know Where the tunnel goes *
* Just don't look down *
* Gotta keep on your toes
* And follow your nose *
* You never know Where the tunnel goes *
* Just don't look down *
* Things are lookin' up *
* If you don't look down d.
This is it, guys.
The Corn Colossus of Juatchadoon.
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah, baby!
Doofenshmirtz. Nice entrance.
Yeah, that whole subtle thing wasn't working out for me, as you know.
Now, hand over that amulet.
You fiend! You think we're just gonna give it to you?
Yes, yes I do.
- Sorry, boys. - What?
- Here you go. - Isabella?
You dirty double-crosser!
I forgot to give you this one.
OK, I kept up my end of the bargain, now, where's…
- Isabella! - Mom!
Bubellita, you came!
Are you OK?
Oh, she's fine, but she could use a little company! Ha-ha!
Now, if you don't mind, I've got a little ceremony to conduct!
Let's see, probably instructions on the back, or you rub it,
or twist it, or…
OK, OK, getting used to it, getting used to it!
And…
I'm good.
This is it!
Now I have the power to blah, blah, blah,
supernatural blah, blah, etcetera, etcetera.
But first, I'm going to New York. We'd kill on Broadway.
What the!
D Perry! *
* He's a semi-aquatic Egg-laying mammal of action *
* In a fez! *
* He's got more Than just mad skill *
* He's got a beaver tail And a bill *
* And a fez! *
* He's Perry! Perry the Platypus! d.
But you can call him Agent P.
D Perry! *
I said you can call him Agent P.
D Agent P! *
Perry the Platypus, you totally one-upped my entrance!
But it doesn't matter, 'cause look what I got!
We've got to lead the Corn Colossus away from those backup singers!
O-M-G! Coolest sentence ever!
Somebody write that down!
Hey, Corny! What do you think of this?
Enrage the all-powerful Corn Colossus, good thinking!
OK, you go smash the kids, then we'll take over the world later.
As long as I still have the…
Quick! Across this incredibly fragile rope bridge!
Get ready for some popcorn!
Wow, he was a lot easier to defeat than I thought he would be.
Great, now he's on fire!
Yeah, this is much better.
I thought he would pop! I mean, corn pops, right?
Was I totally out of line?
Down the stairs, everybody!
Or up the stairs!
- Gee, you think? - Running out of steps here!
A-ha!
You just wait until I connect with one of these!
Then you'll wish you had never been corn!
Get it? 'Cause it rhymes with…
Hey, what's with the fez, anyway? We're not even in Egypt!
You're a real spoilsport, you know that?
OK, thoughts?
The amulet!
Oh! We can use the amulet to control the Corn Colossus!
We have to figure out how to activate it.
Or we could hit it with a rock!
Oh, now he pops. How does that make any sense?
Oh, terrific! The temple's falling apart. Are you happy?
Probably my face will melt now, and for what?
That's the last one!
That was very smooth of you, rescuing us at the last moment.
That is just how I'm playing it, babe.
Well, we found the amulet, defeated the corn monster,
apparently created a much needed canal across Panama,
and saved the world!
And I've got the proof!
Sorry about the betrayal, guys.
That's OK, Isabella. We understand.
By the way, does anyone else find it weird
that we were saved by an anthropomorphic platypus?
The world holds many mysteries,
but what seems strange to one may be commonplace to another.
The fez was weird, though. I mean, we're not in Egypt.
D Perry! *
* He's a semi-aquatic Egg-laying mammal of action *
* In a fez! *
* He's got more than just mad skill *
* He's got a beaver tail and a bill *
* And a fez! *
* He's Perry! Perry the Platypus! d.
But you can call him Agent P.
D Perry!
I said you can call him Agent P.
D Agent P! *