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!
Well, It took three hours
for them to untangle my hair from the gears,
but I never lost my grip on that lava lamp.
Well, that explains the humming.
Yes, but fat lot of good it did me.
I mean, here we are 30 years later
and they've lost our reservation.
Oh, here it is. You were listed under "Fletcher-Flynn."
- My apologies. - Ah, there we are.
See, it all worked out.
You fool!
Without Agent P's paw print,
I can't unlock the computer.
And without the computer,
I can't take over the Tri-State Area.
- Nice recap. - Quiet back there!
You! Which inator zapped him?
You know, ah… I really am clueless.
About the inator or just in general?
I'm not sure I understand the question.
Bah! I'll have to untangle this mess myself.
The heat signature is wrong on the Disintegrat-inator.
The angle is too obtuse for the Derezz-inator.
The Julienn-inator isn't plugged in.
And the Overhang-inator is just plain dumb.
Well, sure, until you wanna hang under something.
Then what are you gonna do, smart guy?
Continuing, this Smells-Like-Hay-inator, no.
The Universe-inator just hit this trash can.
Nothing left but this smudge.
That means it can only be…
- The Smudge-inator! - Did you make a Smudge-inator?
Uh… Continuing.
The only inator we haven't ruled out
that we actually have is the Go-Home-inator.
Meaning Perry the Platypus is home!
Evil Flynn-Fletcher robots,
let's drop by the Flynn-Fletcher house.
You can't do this, Carl! You work for the OWCA!
Not anymore, Mono-grampa.
Mono-grampa!
I, I… That's good!
Why didn't I think of that?
You really think you'll be a part of all of this?
He's playing you like a penny whistle in a really bad jazz band.
No. No. I'm part of the team!
I am!
Well, then why did he leave you behind?
He broke up with me! Of course he broke up with me.
I mean, look at me.
I'm a bundle of unbridled neuroses!
I'm in Africa, surrounded by natural wonders,
and all I can think about is finding a cell phone.
I'd break up with me too!
Even the tree broke up with me!
Are you okay, Mr. Pockets?
Jeremy's right.
I shouldn't be his girlfriend.
I don't belong in society.
I don't deserve to be part of civilization!
Candace is out! Peace!
I'm going native!
- Phineas! Do something! - Phineas, please help us!
- What's wrong with him?
I feel like we've been hanging here for weeks.
I mean, I got the brawn for it,
but it's not like I don't have other stuff to do.
The weight of your freakish muscles will only pull you down faster.
And why does he just stare off into space like that?
Phineas, help us!
Phineas, help us.
Hey, dinner bell! Help us!
- Phineas! - Phineas!
I'm slipping!
We have to get down there!
- What? - Up, good. Down, bad!
Hold on, everyone!
Guys, grab on.
Baljeet!
- Buford! - Radius times the angle of rotation
taking into account wind velocity and humidity!
Brains!
Come on, you guys.
- Perry needs our help! - What?
- Perry? - Uh, hello! We left him back home!
Agent P, where are you?
Jeremy. Human boyfriend.
Hey, it's me.
So, I was trying to tell you before…
He's not here! Where is he?
How could he be in Africa? Maybe it was a different platypus.
Yeah! Afristralia's probably full of 'em!
Look, I know it doesn't make any sense,
but he was right here! I saw him!
He's alone and he needs our help.
And I'm gonna find him.
I don't get it. How were you able to hold me up?
I tied your vine to my own.
But how did you fall in slow motion?
Eh, it's a brawn thing.
Oh, here we go again!
Why, hello, Agent P. Just wanted to catch up a bit.
We never get any time to talk!
In fact, we should totally get together in person.
Considering that you're in such a lovely region
with one-of-a-kind flowers.
Let's see, red petals, three golden pistils.
Dendrobium uncharticum.
"Presumed to exist only in uncharted regions in…"
Africa?
I was sure he was struck with the Go-Home-inator.
We didn't even have a Go-to-Africa-inator.
No matter. Soon his tiny handprint will be mine.
And then the OWCA will be mine.
And then the Tri-State Area will be mine.
And then I am totally getting extra credit.
I don't know how I didn't see it before. He was, he was using me!
- Doctor Doofenshmirtz… - I trusted him
and he just cast me aside like a, like, like an old newspaper.
He didn't even wrap fish in me!
Oh, for Pete's sake, Heinz, Evil Carl must be stopped.
We have to work together.
Not that being tied around a fish is what I imagined for my…
Wait, what do you mean "we"?
We have to work together to save Agent P.
Oh, no way, Jose! With Perry the Platypus out of the way,
I can finally take over the Tri-State Area.
Not if Carl takes it over first.
Let it sink in. Two, three…
Attaboy!
Now come on over here and let me out. We have to follow him.
But how? He took your jet!
Oh, did he?
Carl always changes my radio stations when we fly together,
so I had this jet built just for me.
That's, uh, partly why our budget is so tight now.
We can track him through the on board GPS.
Now, come on, let's go.
We've got a world to save.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
How did you get the sunglasses to go on one side of your face?
Who made these, M.C. Escher?
He was a family friend!
Now get on the plane. We've got a Tri-State Area to save.
D Tired of all the games *
* People play with your emotions *
* Tired of all the pressures of society *
* Tired of always feeling like I'm going through the motions *
* Fed up with all the fretting and anxiety *
* So I'm leaving it all behind *
* The house, the car, running water, electricity *
* Yes, I'm leaving it all behind *
* No more heartache, pain and sorrow *
* No more stressing about tomorrow *
* 'Cause here in my new life *
* I'm feeling free *
* And I'm living with monkeys d.
And admittedly, that's a little strange.
D Yeah, I'm living with monkeys *
* 'Cause I'm living with monkeys *
* They accepted me as one of their own *
* At least, that's what I'm assuming *
* Yeah, I'm living with monkeys It's not really all that bad *
* Once you get used to all the grooming *
* 'Cause I'm living with monkeys d.
Platypuses always head west when they're lost.
At least I think they do
and I think this is west.
- I think. - Uh, Phineas?
We've been thinking, too, and,
isn't it time we, you know, found our way back?
And stop looking for Perry? Are you kidding?
He's our pet! He's more than our pet, he's our friend!
And I know he's out there.
We are in Africa.
- Yeah. - Pretty much sums it up.
Well, has he been wrong before?
How wide are we willing to open this up?
Wait. Look!
Perry's footprints!
Come on, gang, Perry's alone and helpless in a strange jungle.
We've gotta find him before anything else does.
You know, that could be just a duck.
Dendrobium uncharticum.
Yep, we're in the right place.
Fan out and find that platypus!
We should be in Africa soon.
But I'm running way low on materials.
I'm gonna have to get a bit creative.
Aren't we going to need that?
Uh, nah.
Just out of curiosity, does this thing have a life boat?
- Uh, we're in a plane. - I knew that.
I think we're getting close. I can feel it.
Our worries are almost over.
Candy corn.
Candace.
Candar.
Candace. Love. Jeremy.
- Brains. - Brawn.
Oh, no. Oh, no!
I lost his tracks. I don't know which direction to go.
Wait! Grubs!
Platypuses love grubs!
They sure do! Like Ferb and haggis.
Maybe he came this way for food.
Ugh! How am I ever going to get that grub-eating patch?
- Perry's fur! - He went that-a-way!
- Let's go! - Were we on "brains" or "brawn"?
- Brains. - No, brawn.
Brains!
That thing's not going to do us any good
if we don't survive the flight.
I'm building a Re-Good-inator
solely from parts from this plane.
Do you know how many evil scientists could actually accomplish this?
I'll be impressed when we don't plummet to Earth on fire.
Oh, stop panicking, Francis.
I haven't even touched the main stabilizers.
You know, yet.
Perry must have crossed here.
Maybe there is another way over.
Looks pretty rickety.
Perry!
Hey, it's this way! Come on, let's go!
Perry must be scared.
We're coming for you, buddy!
Too easy.
Sorry about your friends, Agent P.
I'm evil. What can I say?
Oh, the new robots.
Yeah, I had some free time.
And now, you're going to give me a hand!
Literally.
New recruits, huh?
I see you want to do this the hard way.
Charge!
We've gotta get back to Perry somehow!
I think we have a problem here.
No kidding. Ladies and gentlemen, brains.
Give it up, Agent P.
This would be quite fun if it was not terrifying!
Everybody, get behind me.
Hang on!
Lucky for us, this quicksand broke our fall.
You modified the horn?
That's what I needed the stabilizer for.
We live!
See? See, one day you're gonna look back on this and laugh.
I assure you, for the rest of my life,
every time I look back on this
I will personally drive over to your house and smack you.
Is that thing ready?
I, I still need a few parts!
No problem.
We're surrounded by parts.
If you can manage it, I need a ball-joint compressor.
- Catch! - Thanks.
Put 'em up, handsome.
I know what I am going to destroy today.
- You're busted. - Ooh-ooh! You saved me.
Why did you sacrifice yourself?
No Jeremy robot for me.
Jeremy? Jeremy.
Hey, it's me. So I was trying to tell you before,
but we kept breaking up.
Sorry, I missed you at the airport.
I got caught up with my band
but I can't wait for you to hear the song we recorded.
I wrote it just for you.
Call me when you can. I miss you.
Wait, Jeremy didn't break up with me?
Call him.
Jeremy? Thank you.
Jeremy! Oh, it's so good to talk to you.
No, I'm so sorry about that.
I was just on the top of a tree.
And I didn't have any service. And then I…
Isabella, anything in the Fireside Manual about escaping from quicksand?
I'll bring it up at the next meeting.
Hey, guys, I landed up here.
- Should I come down? - No!
Throw down that vine.
No!
Just one end.
Okay. But I don't know what you're gonna do with half a vine.
Is it me? It is him, right?
Buford, pull.
On the vine.
- Oops, sorry. - It's him.
Here we go.
Oh, man. I have never been pantsed by a continent before.
Don't feel bad, when we got out of here,
I was gonna do that to you anyway.
Hurry up, Heinz.
Okay, I-I just need one more thing. A small piece of tape.
- Tape? - Yeah, you know,
any, any kind of adhesive, anything.
A sticker, adhesive bandage, uh…
Oh, this'll do.
That's it. The Re-Good-inator, it's finished!
Wait, wait, hold on, hold on. Behold the Re-Good…
Heinz, just shoot Carl with it!
Yeah, see, that's the problem.
It's mounted to the deck and I can't swivel it.
Bit of an oversight, I guess.
What? Where's it pointed?
Uh, right at that X-shaped rock.
Wow, that's serendipitous.
Great googly-moogly,
Heinz, hold down the fort.
Wait, we have a fort? What am I doing out here?
Agent P, I need you to get Evil Carl in front of that "X".
And yes, I wear a leotard under my Nehru jacket.
Quickly, we'll only get one shot.
Finish them. Finish them!
I will have that paw print.
Those digits are mine!
You're running out of room, Agent P.
Now, let's get this over with.
Awaiting paw print.
Your prehensile tail won't save you now.
He's coming into range.
Pull, Agent P, pull.
Oops.
- He backed out of range. - All is lost.
- He wants me to take the shot. - What's the point?
He's out of range.
- I'm gonna take it. - Game over, man.
What?
- Boo-yah! - What a marksman!
Well, it only points at one place.
You can't give me anything, can you?
- What happened? - Carl, how are you feeling, kid?
I feel… Good!
Oh, I'm glad. Now, clean up this mess you've made.
Yes, sir.
- Oh, and Carl? - Yes, Major?
Uh, recent events have brought it to my attention that
you're a great help to me.
And, uh, not quite sure what I'd do without you, in fact.
Really?
Yes, and… And as of this moment
I am officially promoting you to the title of "Paid Intern."
Thank you, sir.
You understand we won't actually be paying you.
- It's just a title. - Of course, sir.
Whoo-hoo!
Good work, Agent P. You'll come back on the jet with us.
- Obviously, we can't have you… - Perry! Perry!
Go on, you've earned it.
Come on, we gotta get out of here.
We'll just use the jet's big magnet to pick up all this stuff.
Wait, wait. You guys are gonna give me a ride back, aren't you?
Sure, Heinz. After all, home is where the prisons are.
- You're kidding, right? - Do you want a ride or not?
Not if you're not kidding.
We're almost there.
There you are, Perry!
He's here, guys! He's really here!
- Hey, guys. - Hi, Candace.
Nice outfit. Looks like you really embraced Africa.
Now we just have to find a way out of the gorge.
Chill, guys. I got this!
Don't worry, it's just our ride.
Great idea, Candace. You're a natural!
I know, right?
Sir, there's something I still don't get.
I'm absolutely positive Agent P got hit with the Go-Home-inator.
So why did he end up in Africa of all places?
- His family. - Sir?
Well, they're here in Africa.
Home is where the heart is, Carl.
True, sir.
- Don't touch anything! - I didn't!
Look at that. Oh, I've gotta say, Africa is unbelievable.
So, wait, how was the restaurant?
Eh, not my thing.
Nothing to write home about.
I guess it takes brawn and brains together to survive in the wild.
- Whatever. Give me your food! - All right.
Hey, Iggy, these s'mores are great!
Yeah, they have my secret ingredient.
Grubs.
Really? Thank you, Africa!
Hey, could I get one of those for Perry?
I admit I've never really studied the platypus,
but I am absolutely shocked that this one somehow followed you
all the way to Africa.
It seems impossible.
Well, ever since George Shaw
wrote the first description of the platypus
for highly skeptical European scientists in 1798,
this unique creature has become synonymous
with the word "impossible."
You know, Ferb's right.
Yeah.
Really? You're all satisfied with that answer?
All right, well, we're turning in.
Yeah, me too.
Night.
Seriously, a platypus crosses the Atlantic Ocean,
finds you on the vast continent of Africa
and no one feels this is worthy of a longer discussion?
It's been a long day, Candace, go to sleep.
Yeah. It'll probably all make sense in the morning.
Really? That's it? Nobody's with me here?
D The house, the car, running water *
* Electricity *
* Yes, I'm leaving it all behind *
* No more heartache, pain and sorrow *
* No more stressing about tomorrow *
* 'Cause here in my new life I'm feeling free *
* And I'm living with monkeys d.
And admittedly, that's a little strange.