♪ 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! ♪
♪ So stick with us, 'cause Phineas
and Ferb are gonna do it all! ♪
Mom, Phineas and Ferb
are making a title sequence!
Dude, somebody's got to play it, right?
[BUZZES]
You know, Universe, if
you were going to give me
practically unbustable brothers,
you could at least have
made them not morning people.
Yeah, I see you down there.
Hey, where's Perry?
[CHATTERING]
Sorry you had to pull that all-nighter,
but we really appreciate
you filling in for Agent Q.
With most everyone down
at Agent-Con this week,
we're, uh, a little short-handed.
Yet again, I am the only girl.
Anyway, Agent P, Doofenshmirtz
has been experimenting
with energy fields and it's
starting to get dangerous.
It knocked out our microwave oven!
Get out there, Agent P, and
right that ridiculous wrong.
This breakfast burrito is like a,
bean and cheese icicle,
except that it's larger
and wrapped in a tortilla.
- Hey, Phineas. What are you doing?
- Hey, Isabella.
You're just in time to help
us build a zip line tennis game
across town for the
ultimate game of sky tennis.
- Or "skennis" for short
- Now that you're here,
- we can play doubles for twice the fun!
- I'll be the judge of that.
Perfect! 'Cause we need
you to be the line judge!
Judge? Cool! Do I get one
of those powdered wigs?
- No.
- Ah, I'll do it anyway.
[CHORUS]
# Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated! #
Woof! Woof!
Intruder approaching!
Woof! Woof, Woof!
Good boy. I love this
new guard dog software.
I was beginning to think you'd found
another evil scientist to fight. Oop!
Oh, what a little angel.
I'll just have to tell you
my evil plan subliminally,
like, like when people listen to
foreign language CDs in their sleep.
I did that once, and now I can totally
speak Portuguese to sleeping people.
Anyway, recently I was musing to myself
about how lucky my brother, Roger, is.
Luck is called
"stinkelkrampen" in Drusselstein
and I never seem to have
any of the good kind.
Turns out that every object has a
positive or negative energy field.
I harnessed that positive
and negative energy
and created the Stinkelkrampen-inator!
[YAWNS]
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!
You see, what I'll do is I'll
zap myself with good luck,
and then I'll go zap
Roger with bad luck.
Then, I will ascend to
become the mayor of Danville
and then I will rule
the entire Tri-State...
[YAWNS] I will rule the
entire Tri-State Area.
Aw, man! Norm, I told you,
on the paper. On the paper!
Bad Dog.
Looking good, guys.
All we need to do is
hammer in this last nail
and we'll be ready to go.
Huh, that's odd.
Glad, I always carry a spare.
Whoa. Good thing you're
wearing your steel tip sneakers.
Actually, today I'm not.
Ouch.
And that is how the
bad luck setting works!
Except, of course, I won't be
sh**ting random blasts off the balcony.
Now check out the good luck settings!
And again, I won't be just sh**ting
it off the balcony like this.
Time to embark on my daily brush
stroke marathon to manageable hair.
One. What the...
A perfect degree angle?
I can't believe it!
A perfect hair day!
- I finally got my P.H.D!
- Oh, that's wonderful, honey.
Not a single day goes by when
I don't appreciate my P.H.D.
That's great, Dad, but I'm
not talking about a degree.
Oh, neither am I!
Time to take my perfect
hair to a bust show.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Hello? You're kidding!
I won a random contest to
sing back-up for Love Handel
at the Danville hour
music awards? Sweet!
Perfect hair day? Back-up
singer for Love Handel?
That could only mean...
Wait, let me try one last thing.
[GASPS] Pillows magically
appear to break my fall!
It's true.
I'm finally having good luck!
I was using my P.H.D.,
my "Pillow Hurling Dexterity."
Nah, still lucky. [GASPS]
I'll actually be able
to bust Phineas and Ferb today!
Oh, wait. Mom's at that
weekend-long plant-potting retreat.
[CELL PHONE RINGS] Hi, Mom!
The seminar's over already?
Yeah appearently,
I just put some dirt in a pot.
I don't know why I
cleared my whole schedule.
Great!
See you at : . Yes!
Today is the day that
I bust Phineas and Ferb!
- Whoo-hoo!
- I just don't get it.
Everything we try to do
either falls apart, breaks,
or somehow ends up backwards.
I know this goes
completely against all logic
and therefore makes it totally
out of character for me to say,
but I think you may have
been cursed with bad luck.
[GASPS] Bad luck?
Dude, I call 'em like I see 'em.
Hmm.
Bad luck. That's a new one!
It happens. There's not
much you can do about it.
No! There is something
we can do about it.
If we can create algorithms
to predict bad luck,
we can make allowances
for it and still have fun.
Just like the fail-safe system
on space capsules or airplanes.
Exactly.
We'll make having bad luck fun!
Cool!
Okay, it's time to go.
Luck and cover.
[CHUCKLES]
Good stinkelkrampen tickles!
[GASPS]
Look! A penny! It's working.
Aw, man! Tails.
Well, you know the rules, Heinz.
Turn it over for the next person.
I say, a lucky penny!
Thanks for the flip, old bean.
Here is $ , .
[SQUEALS] It worked.
[CHUCKLES]
Ooh, time to give Roger
a dose of bad stinkelkrampen
he'll never forget!
Okay, team! All fail-safe
systems are in place.
Go! Yeah!
What a great day for
sky tennis, huh, Markus?
Or a "skennis" as locals call it, Mark.
Mark: Phineas and the g*ng have
the ball in play, so here we go.
Markus: Lob to Phineas and Ferb as
Phineas sets up for a powerful return.
Ooh, looks like Baljeet is
positioned perfectly for...
Both: Oh, no!
[SCREAMS]
Mark: What rotten luck!
Let's just hope Baljeet
survives the fall.
But Isabella is right
there with the save.
And apparently so is Baljeet!
A beautiful air bag maneuver, Mark.
Which bounces him right
back into the game.
Down we go, Perry the Sleep-apus.
And away we go.
Sweet!
- Free samples?
- Thank you!
[CHOMPS] Mmm, I could get
used to this good luck thing.
It's better than having a genie.
That was a mistake.
That wasn't a wish, it's just a song.
It's, it's not even
a song. It's a jingle.
Ugh! You ever try to sue a genie?
Let's see what kind of tunes are
on the FM dial. [SONG PLAYING]
Hey, I love this song!
I guess I shouldn't be surprised
at this point, but what the hey!
♪ I'm swingin' from the cherry tree ♪
♪ What has this day got in store? ♪
♪ Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Above the clouds I'm gonna soar ♪
♪ Then I'm gonna eat a s'more ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Smiles stretching miles long ♪
♪ Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Got my favorite flip-flops on ♪
♪ My SPF is super strong ♪
♪ My hair blows in the summer breeze ♪
♪ Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ I'm groovin' with some retirees ♪
♪ With cartoon bandage on my knee ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh ♪
Doofenshmirtz: I love it when the song
ends right as you reach your destination!
Not to mention the free cans of almond
brittle that I got during the chorus.
- Well, hello, Roger.
- Hello, Heinz. What can I do for you?
Well, little brother, you
have had nothing but good luck
your whole life and I'm here
to even things up for once.
Oh, Heinz, the power of
positive stinkelkrampen
is the result of hard work,
strong networking,
and thoughtful actions in matters
both business and personal.
[SCOFFS] I prefer to
inator my way to success.
Just like I wrote in my book.
Available in dollar bins everywhere.
Now let's see what Ferb can do
with Isabella's blistering smash.
Wow! I've never seen a racket
spontaneously become unstrung!
Ferb's sh*t is headed straight
for Isabella and she...
[GASPS]
Oh, that is a tough break.
She's flying right past the gap.
This is absolutely amazing.
Hey, do you guys have a permit to
do sports commentary on this roof?
- We totally have one.
- We do.
It's in the production truck downstairs.
Which totally exists.
Let's get outta here!
- I'm home!
- Hi, Mom!
I know you wanna drag me to
the backyard right now, Candace,
but can it wait until
I repot my new plant?
No prob, Mom. Take your time.
Okay...
Uh, thanks, hon. [GRUNTS]
Oh, how cute. My new plant looks
like a little secret agent. [GIGGLES]
How 'bout you guard this alcove,
Mr. Secret Agent Plant?
[GIGGLES]
Sorry, Planty the Potted Plant.
But apparently, your cover's been blown.
I'm afraid you'll have to be
repotted with another family.
All right, Roger. Prepare to
suffer the bad luck of the...
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, wait, wait a minute!
You suppose to stay
still for a good inatoring.
Aww, but I just realized
that I haven't said hello
to your little platypus friend.
Careful. He gets a little testy if
he wakes up from his nap too soon.
[FLOOR CREAKS] Uh-oh.
[GRUNTS] Oh, yes, I'm not
a morning person either.
Great game, guys.
Hello, brothers! I made you a pie!
For your bust-day!
Well, that can't be right.
Bus Day isn't until next week.
Guess she's getting a head start.
[GROANING]
Aah! Oh, no. Now, my luck's
gonna go back to normal.
Which is of course bad.
Just take your time.
It's not like the Earth is
going to open up and swallow it.
Not today!
[GASPS]
Oh, no! That means...
Mom!
Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!
[RUMBLING]
[ALL GASP]
And right after Candace
said that couldn't happen.
Yeah, that's borderline creepy.
Candace, you still haven't explained
why you're covered with pie.
Oh, just come on. This'll explain
everything. Bu-bu... Wha...
- Hi, Mom!
- [STAMMERING] But...
Well, my luck may be back to
normal, but at least I still
have an entire trunk full
of delicious almond brittle.
[SCREAMS]
[SIGHS]
Mental note,
never accept canned confections
from a guy in a clown suit.
♪ My hair blows in the summer breeze ♪
♪ Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ I'm groovin' with some retirees ♪
♪ With cartoon bandage on my knee ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Dancing in the sunshine ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Shine ♪