4x11 - "Bee Day"
♪ 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 ♪
Hey!
♪ Or giving a monkey a shower ♪
♪ Surfing tidal waves ♪
♪ Creating nano-bots or locating Frankenstein's brain ♪
It's over here!
♪ Finding a dodo bird Painting a continent ♪
♪ Or driving our sister insane ♪
Phineas!
♪ As you can see, there's a whole lot of stuff to do ♪
♪ before school starts this fall ♪
Come on, Perry.
♪ So stick with us, 'cause Phineas and Ferb are gonna do it all! ♪
Mom, Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence!
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♪ Where's that swarm? What's that drone? ♪
♪ Something's buzzing close to home ♪
♪ It's Bee Day and I'm feeling fine ♪
♪ They look for pollen wherever they roam ♪
♪ Then regurgitate honey in a honey comb ♪
♪ It's Bee Day Come on, get in line ♪
♪ It's time to celebrate Bee Day ♪
♪ They pollinate the flowers Bee Day ♪
♪ Make honey in the hives Bee Day ♪
♪ From time to time they sting us and they pay for it with their lives ♪
♪ Because it's Bee Day! ♪
Why do we always end on that weird B-flat with an F-sharp bass?
It's tradition, Jimmy. We don't question it.
I mean, it's not even in the key!
So, did you all have fun at the Bee Day Festival's opening ceremony?
- It was bee-wildering. - Bee-utiful!
- Bee-dazzling! - Bee-yond!
- Bee-guiling! - Just "bee" quiet!
Oh, Candace, bee-have.
What's so important anyway?
Oh, nothing. Just taking the "What Kind of Teenager Are You?" quiz
to unlock my true teen identity.
Well, I'll just leave that to the professionals at the magazine.
Oh, look at that! An inflatable wading pool.
Oh, it's just like the one I used to play in with Candace
when she was little.
- Remember, hon? - Mmm-hmm.
Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today.
And I'll tell you after the wipe.
We are making the ultimate inflatable wading pool for Mom.
Hey, where's Perry?
♪ Agent Bee! ♪
♪ P! ♪
Good morning, Agent P. We...
Sorry, my allergies are acting up.
This whole Bee Day business is stirring up all the pollen in Danville.
Anyway, Agent P, uh, Doof's been spotted gathering bee pheromones,
which is not only disgusting but probably evil.
To send you on your way, Carl's actually come up with a bee-themed jet-pack.
It's right behind you. Carl, where are those tissues?
Here you go, sir.
Single ply? Seriously?
We're on a budget, sir.
Okay, Stace, I'm done. Just tallying up the score.
So, how did you...
Okay, wha...
- You done? - No.
Candace? Talk to me.
Heather Magazine says I'm an Emo Teen!
An Emo Teen, Stacy. I don't even know what that is!
Okay. To the Internet. Here we go. Emo, Emo.
"Emos believe everyone's against them."
How can you say that to me?
"They are highly sensitive and drama queens."
No, I'm not!
You know, as teenage subcultures go, it's not so bad.
You just need a new look to match your true teen identity.
I'll be right over.
Ferb, how's the pool inflation coming?
Hi, Phineas. Whatcha doing?
Ferb and I are building a super-inflatable wading pool. You wanna help?
I'd love to! But actually, I need your help.
Anything for you, Isabella.
- Really? - Of course.
Your word is my humble command.
I would travel the four corners of the globe,
which I actually have done, but this time it would be for you!
- All for you! - Aw.
Ah-ahem.
- You were lost in Phineas Land again. - Oh, right. Right.
The Fireside Girls are going for our Beekeeping Patch
- and we need to borrow something. - Of course!
But I'll need some collateral if you're gonna borrow Ferb.
Oh, Phineas.
- It's not that funny. - Stand down, Fireside Girl.
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
Oh, there you are Perry the Platypus!
Hey, great costume! That's the bee's knees.
Or, you know, wings, in this case.
Ha! Swat's happening, Perry the Platypus?
Swat's up? Swat's going...
Hey, swat's your problem?
I'm sorry. I, I can't help it.
I got bees on the brain. Especially the queen bee.
She's all you hear about. Queen bee this, queen bee that.
You never hear about the king bee, do you?
That means there's a power vacuum that I need to exploit.
Bee-hold! The Aroma-inator!
Like the queen bee, I have acquired mass quantities of pheromones.
See? Right here in the tank.
Once I spray myself, the bees will be attracted to me
and I will be crowned king bee!
After that, it's just a hop, skip and a jump
to ruling the entire Tri-state area!
Okay, so the top three items on the Heather Magazine
"Eleven-step Guide to Being a True Emo Teen" are
dark hair, dark clothes, and pencil-thin jeans.
Let's see what you got.
- Hey, not bad! - Whatever.
Well, you've got the look and you've got the attitude.
Now there's just one last test to see if you're a true Emo.
Do you have enough ennui to resist the urge to bust your brothers?
I don't think your mom would approve.
- Of course not! They are gonna be so bust... - Ah, ah, ah!
True identity, Candace.
What's the point? No one understands me anyway.
Wow, Heather Magazine is good.
Thanks for the loan, Phineas.
We're sure to get our Beekeeping Patch now!
No problem. What are friends for if not to reconfigure
a sorbet machine that turns people into flies
into a sorbet machine that turns people into bees?
Just remember the effect wears off after a couple of hours.
Why don't you come back for our inflatable wading pool party
- after your patch ceremony? - Of course! Wouldn't miss it!
This is fascinating. Tell me more about bee dancing. Really?
Because usually people are either gone or fall asleep
by the time I get to this part of the sentence.
Hey, Baljeet! Mind giving me a hand with these pools?
In a minute. So, to continue, the figure-eight dan...
Oh.
Aw! And we are back.
Hi, honey. Love the new look.
You obviously don't know me. Nobody does.
And if somebody did, I'd just deny it.
Sweetie, I went through a similar phase when I was your age.
- Try writing some poems. - Whatever. I don't care.
- No one gets me. Except my hair. - That's my girl.
Okay, time to fill the void in the power vacuum!
'Cause, you see, it's a, it's a real vacuum cleaner.
No? Wow.
Either I'm off my game or you're just being stubborn.
Ha-ha! Sucks to "bee" you! Now we're back in business.
Now let me just shut this baby...
Oops! I almost hit the self-destruct button here.
What? Wha... I install one on everything.
It's my thing!
I, I put one on my coffee machine, on my TV, I have one everywhere!
Look, I even put one on my underwear.
See? Look.
All right, that, uh, that was not pleasant.
All right, gang's all here.
Let's get this pool party started!
Sorry, Buford. I promised Isabella and the Fireside Girls
that we'd wait for them.
- Ooh, "I promised Isabella." - Is that how I sound?
- He really nailed you. - It is uncanny.
Well, I guess we can test the pools out
to make sure they're up to our usual standards.
"Well, I guess we can test the pools." Hey, look at me.
You guys are right. It's like listening to a mirror.
All right, gang. Let's give this wading pool a try.
Whoo-hoo!
Carbonation makes me belch. That's why I like it.
Yes, thank you for sharing.
- Whoa! - Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
And now that the bees are out of the way,
let's try this baby out. Just a little spritz.
Oh.
Okay...
Needs a little adjustment.
Oh, that's right. Charlene's coming over
to get Vanessa's headphones for her.
- Hello, Heinz. - Hey, Charlene. Here you go.
Oh, thanks, Heinz. I...
Wait, are you more attractive all of a sudden?
Oh, why, thank you. I have been trying to...
Oh, wait, no, it's just the pheromones.
Wow. Well, it's really working
because suddenly I can't remember why we broke up.
- You said you hated Mr. Tomato. - Hello, Charlene.
Oh, hello, Mr. Tomato.
Thanks for the reminder. I'm out of here.
- You know, it wasn't me she didn't like. - Shut up.
Whoo! Awesome!
Whoo! Yeah!
Yeah! What a thrill!
Man! That kid can wade!
Sibling unit, wading, wading. I sit here, not relating.
Wow! Pithy!
Now we're cooking with gas!
Watch, Perry the Platypus,
as I shpritz myself right into ruling the Tri-state area!
Uh-oh. You know, I, I think it might be time for Plan Bee!
Ow! Ow!
Hey, stop it, stop it!
Oh, they're all over me!
Get 'em off! Get 'em off!
Thank you for saving me, Perry the Platypus.
And on the bright side, with all those bees, not one sting. Ow!
Aw, man. I should've expected this, I...
At least my inator is intact.
Ah, shoot! Curse you, Perry the Platypus!
Curse you. I said, "curse you, Perry the Platypus."
Yeah, well, see, you should be able to get it from context.
What the heck is that?
I have no idea, but the bees sure seem to like it.
And so continues the inevitability of my mundane existence.
Once again, I'm humiliated by the universe.
- What just happened? - Hey, kids!
- Anyone up for some iced tea? - Sure! Thanks, Mom.
Oh, there you are, Perry.
Oh, look! You kids found Candace's old wading pool! How sweet!
We're gonna have a pool party. Go ahead, wade away.
Sorry we're late, Phineas. Our bee ceremony ran long.
No worries, Isabella. Go ahead and join Mom in the fun!
"No worries, Isabella."
Hey, he does a good you! Come on, girls, let's hit the pool!
Aw, it's just like old times.
Hey, Candace! I just realized you added up your score wrong.
Your true teen identity is actually the Busting and
Crush Obsessed Older Sister Type who can't do math.
But, but, but, but, but... whatever.
4x12 - "Bee Story"
The opening ceremony of the Bee Day festival was awesome!
It's my favorite part of Bee Awareness Day.
My favorite part is the B-flat
with an F-sharp bass at the end of the song.
- What? It's tradition. - Okay, girls, festivities are over.
Let's focus on getting our Beekeeping Patches.
It's the only patch that we've ever tried to get and failed.
Remember last year?
You promised to never flash back on that ever again!
Right! Right. You're right.
But still, if we don't succeed today
the "two strikes and you're out" rule kicks in.
Which means this spot will stay empty on all of our sashes forever!
Chill out, Isabella. We've got this. Ready, girls?
They're gone!
Gone? Fighting flash-forward to potential catastrophe.
Hey, where's Pinky?
Good afternoon, Agent Pinky!
I see you've taken our new handbag conveyor system.
Carla here has intel that Poofenplotz has been
hatching up some sort of bee-related evil scheme. Carla?
Yes, it seems that Poofenplotz is researching
the use of royal jelly in the bee community.
Oh, there's your coffee.
Isn't she a find? She comes from an entire family of unpaid interns.
Anyway, see if there is anything to Carla's research, Agent Pinky.
Admiral Acronym out.
Gah! We've gotta find those bees before the sun goes down, but how?
In the guidelines for the Beekeeping Patch,
it says that a good beekeeper tries to think like a bee!
- What are you doing? - I'm thinking like a bee!
I know! We could get stung by radioactive bees
and gain bee-themed superpowers!
Um, we don't have access to radioactive bees.
Yeah, that's what's wrong with that plan.
But we do have access to Phineas and Ferb, and they have
access to a sorbet machine that turned Candace into a fly!
They've gotta be able to modify it to turn people into bees!
Phineas and Ferb have a sorbet machine that turns people into flies?
Katie, for crying out loud! Look it up on the Internet.
Poofenplotz reading her junk mail!
Let's see. Bill, bill, flyer...
Ooh! This must be my acceptance letter into Love Muffin!
Ooh! Open, open, ah!
"Dear Esmeralda Poofenplotz." Ooh, that sounds promising.
"We regret to inform you that..." Oh...
Reject me, will they? No matter.
My newest evil scheme is sure to catch the attention of that silly boys' club.
Pinky the Chihuahua?
Fortunately, I was expecting you.
My makeup case, it doubles as a trap!
Could you hand me that lipstick in there? Thank you.
What are friends for if not to reconfigure a sorbet machine that turns
people into flies into a sorbet machine that turns people into bees?
Just remember the effect wears off after a couple of hours.
Why don't you come back for our inflatable wading pool party
after your patch ceremony?
- Of course! Wouldn't miss it! - See you later then.
Did you know that bees can communicate with each other through dancing?
- That's really interesting. - Yes, they do a tail wagging dance
to alert each other to the source of food.
- Okay, let's see. - The waggle explains...
- Setting targets. Fireside Girls. - Hey Baljeet.
And that should do it! Here we go!
- Mind giving me a hand with... - In a minute.
So, to continue, the figure-eight dan...
Aw!
And we are back.
Fireside Bees! Follow your noses!
That way!
Mmm. Much better.
Now that my lips are taken care of,
I can tell you about my beautifully evil plan.
Bad doggie! Okay, sit.
That's better. Now pay attention as the camera
slowly moves closer and we cross-dissolve to my thoughts.
Behold, the humble bee hive.
A massively ordered society, just like our own.
Observe, a young grub being fed mass quantities of royal jelly,
which will make her larger,
and eventually she will become their queen.
So logic dictates that if I were to consume
massive amounts of royal jelly,
then I would grow forty times bigger
and live forty times longer
and eventually be crowned Queen of the World!
The Queen!
And I shall not be dark,
but beautiful like the night and the day!
And all shall love me and despair!
And I might have a grotesquely large abdomen
for laying eggs, but I could live with that.
Come, Pinky the Chihuahua.
To the Myselficopter.
My bee instincts are buzzing. This must be where our bees went.
They must have been attracted to that heavenly scent. What is that?
It seems to be coming from that gigantic perfume sprayer.
Let's check it out!
Whoa! It looks like every bee in Danville is here.
Fireside Girls, forward buzz!
Ha-ha! Sucks to "bee" you!
Oops! I almost hit the self-destruct button here.
Wow, humans really take for granted
not being sucked into the nearest vacuum cleaner.
I'm gonna see if the queen knows anything.
Excuse me, Your Majesty, do you have any idea how to get out?
Not a clue, and without my jelly, I'm way too weak to fly.
- What do you think, Fireside Girls? - What are we supposed to do now?
Bee Day's almost over, and we're stuck inside a pharmacist's power vac.
What? Over? Did you say "over"?
Nothing is over until we decide it is!
Was it over when we helped Candace get 50 patches in one day? Heck no!
- I thought it was only 49. - Forget it. She's rolling.
And it's not over now! 'Cause when the going gets tough,
the tough get going! Come on, girls, we've got enough patches
between all of us to make this work. We can do this!
Gretchen, Millie, Katie, you've got the Exploring Patch, right?
Yeah! So we can look for the way back out of here.
Right!
These pieces of hair and dust are like rope.
Holly, Ginger, you girls have the Advanced Knot-tying Patch.
- What do you think? - We could totally work with that stuff.
And make a sling for the queen.
And Adyson, you and I have the Appliance Repair Patch.
Let's hotwire the vacuum and reverse the motor
- so that it blows us all out again! - That's what I'm talkin' about!
There they are. All we need to do is swap those leads
- to the forward-reverse switch. - Great! How's that sling coming?
All good to go!
Excellent work. Recon Team, is the escape path charted?
Yes, ma'am! Power vac hose located.
It was murder on my allergies.
Bee-utiful! Prepare for exit, everyone.
Uh-oh.
Great job, Adyson! Uh, thanks?
We're going home to the Fireside Lodge. Everybody, follow me!
Oh, it's wearing off!
Come on! We're almost there!
Yay! The bees are back!
Now we just need to get them back into their hive.
Okay, little bees, go back into your hive.
We don't speak their language anymore. We can't communicate.
Ooh! I have my Semaphore Patch. Would that work?
- Only if they were on a boat. - Baljeet is the answer.
Ginger, now really isn't the time to...
No, no, no. He told me all about this dance
they do to alert each other to a source of food or shelter.
- Like the rumba? - No, it's a waggle dance.
Dance patches we've got.
♪ Well, I don't think I can really overstate it ♪
♪ But bee communication is quite complicated ♪
♪ What seems at first like a simple figure-eight ♪
♪ Is packed with meaning when their butts gyrate ♪
♪ See, the waggle explains the angle ♪
♪ From the sun to the door of the hive ♪
♪ We shake it to and fro to let everybody know ♪
♪ That the angle is 75 ♪
Oh, 75 degrees is the angle in relationship to the sun.
Yeah, but also tells the bees the distance
- they're gonna have to go just to get there. - Oh.
♪ It's a waggle dance, waggle dance ♪
♪ Show them where they've got to go ♪
♪ It's a waggle dance, waggle dance ♪
♪ Take 'em to the bee chateau ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, stop! ♪
♪ Figure-eight and shake it again ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it ♪
♪ Everybody, shake your rear end ♪ ♪ You got it! ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, stop! ♪
♪ Come on and swing those skirts ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, stop! ♪
♪ Try to hit it on 13 hertz ♪ ♪ That's right ♪
♪ It's a waggle dance, waggle dance ♪
♪ Show them where they've got to go ♪
♪ It's a waggle dance, waggle dance ♪
♪ Take 'em to the bee chateau ♪
♪ Waggle dance ♪
Ah! My Locatif-icator has led me to the mother lode.
The royal jelly room at the Moist Beauty Works factory.
It won't be long now, Agent Pinky.
Soon I'll be able to carry out my most beautifully evil plan yet.
Ugh! Bad doggie! Bad, bad do... Ugh!
That's the last time I buy a cheap designer knock-off trap from downtown.
I don't believe it! Fortune is smiling upon me
like the creepy guy on the corner of Third and Main.
We're in the royal jelly chamber
of the Moist Beauty organic cosmetics factory!
How unbelievably coincidental.
No, really, I mean, I couldn't have asked for a better place to crash.
Anyway, you have failed, Pinky the Chihuahua,
and brought me right to the biggest supply
of royal jelly in the Tri-state area!
I can't move.
Well, I, I'm not much larger and I'm not really feeling royal at all.
I, I suppose my plan was predicated
on a faulty hypothesis now, wasn't it?
I guess there's only one thing to say and that's,
"Curse you, Pinky the Chihuahua!"
Ooh, how humiliating. Piloted off to the pokey by a pooch.
- Here's your patch and here's my patch. - Yay! Time to par-tay!
Sorry we're late, Phineas. Our bee ceremony ran long.
No worries, Isabella. Go ahead and join Mom in the fun.
Come on, girls, let's hit the pool!
Aw, it's just like old times.
Hey, Isabella. We're having iced tea.
You want some, honey?
- What did you say? - I said we're having iced tea.
- You want some honey? - Oh, um, sure!
♪ Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, stop! ♪
♪ Figure-eight and shake it again ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, stop! ♪
♪ Everybody, shake your rear end ♪ ♪ You got it! ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, stop! ♪
♪ Come on and swing those skirts ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it, stop! ♪
♪ Try to hit it on 13 hertz ♪ ♪ That's right ♪
♪ It's a waggle dance, waggle dance ♪
♪ Show them where they've got to go ♪
♪ It's a waggle dance, waggle dance ♪
♪ Take 'em to the bee chateau ♪
♪ Waggle dance ♪
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