You'll never guess what I'm doing tonight.
-Well, you might be... -Going on a big date.
-But guess with who! -Obviously...
It's Jeremy!
But you'll never guess where.
I have no idea.
Neither do I.
-He says it's a surprise. -Ooh. Lucky you.
The problem is if I don't know where we're going,
I don't know what to wear!
Oh! I know. Hair bows!
They're all the rage these days.
Just don't wear any feather earrings.
They're so last Tuesday.
Uh, yeah, so last Tuesday.
I would never wear something so Tuesdayish of last.
Well, since the parts didn't arrive for our zombie-robot pool table,
anybody have any other suggestions?
Hey, remember how we did that super rollercoaster?
How about a super-duper rollercoaster?
So you are just adding a "duper" then?
It's an acceptable suffix.
We did a portal to Mars. Maybe a portal to Venus?
Only if they make SPF 12 million.
Okay, okay. How about a super-super-duper-duper-duper rollercoaster?
What? Too much or not enough?
Actually, instead of improving one of our old inventions,
we should make something brand new.
Something simple.
How do you mean?
Well, what is summer all about?
Summer is runnin' through the sprinklers
In your T-shirt, shoes and...
Yeah, we all know the song.
But I'm not exactly sure how.
Well, hurry up and think of something.
I'm getting tired of hanging around here.
That's it, Buford!
You can't get more summer than a tire swing!
Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today.
Uh, hatch mosquitoes?
No. Hey, where's Perry?
Morning, Agent P.
We have a report that Doofenshmirtz is at the shark.
We don't know which shark, but it sounds bad.
Gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it!
Sir, it was a typo.
Doof isn't at the shark, he's at the park.
Well, um, that's a lot lower on my heebie-jeebies scale.
So, Agent P, a change of plans.
Head over to the park and stop Doof from doing the doings that Doof does...
You have a heebie-jeebies scale, sir?
Yeah, you're on it.
An old-fashioned tire swing, but huge and powered by jet engines
that could flatten a small village.
Baljeet, have you calibrated the ailerons yet?
Oh, sure, calibrate the ailerons...
I'll just stay here and fiddle with stuff so I look busy.
-Hey, Buford. -What?
I didn't take nothin' out of nowhere!
But, um, just as a hypothetical,
uh, what do you think would happen if,
say, you took that goofy doohickey thing out of the thingama-whatsit?
Hmm, good question. Ferb?
Well, if we account for the coolness of the jet-propulsion circuits
this early in the day and the increased internal humidity
while that access port is open,
removing the part in question would cause the machine to emit
a ray that turns a human into a fly!
-Really? -You'd be surprised
how often removing a single component can make the difference
between one thing and a highly complicated, totally unrelated other thing.
For instance, if we removed this part,
it would become a sorbet machine.
-Why do you ask? -Oh, no reason.
A hair bow? Only Stacy can pull this off.
I'm a fly? How is this possible?
Phineas and Ferb, you are so buzz-ted! Mom!
Mom! Look! Phineas and Ferb invented something
that turns people into flies!
Ew! Get away, fly. Shoo!
Oops, I'm late for my appointment.
Mom, it's me! Mom!
You need to bust the boys and get them to turn me back into me
before Jeremy gets back here.
What?
Help me!
Ah, Perry the Platypus, won't you join me for a picnic?
Oh, my duodenum.
Did you see your face?
You were like, "Oh, maybe I shouldn't,"
but then, "Well, I am hungry," and then, boom!
Down you went!
And are you hungry, Perry the Platypus?
Well, too bad! It's not for you, it's for them!
Behold! My Feed-The-Pigeons-inator!
Okay, Snobby the Snobapuss, I know it doesn't sound like much,
but it is technically evil.
I'm breaking the law. See there, eh?
"Do not feed the pigeons," and I am going to feed the pigeons,
therefore I am breaking the law.
"Do not feed the pigeo..." It's a, it's a metal sign with
big red letters on it, and that makes it legally binding.
Okay, here's the truth. I've got evil scientist block, all right?
Seriously, I got nothing!
I was going to make a Good-Idea-inator,
but I thought that would be counterproductive
because it already had "good" in the title.
So then I invented a Bad-Idea-inator, which just gave me this!
You can see where that got me.
I'm telling you, I'm dry, Perry the Platypus. Dry!
And this summer just keeps going on and on
and feels like it's been going on for, like, four years.
I'm asking you, man to monotreme, can you help me?
See? Even my trap design has become lackluster.
Lady and gentlemen, may we present
a good old-fashioned new-fashioned tire swing!
Prepare to engage thrusters.
Your fully pressurized cabin is gyroscopically
balanced for a perfectly smooth ride.
Hmm. Now it just feels like we are watching a movie.
True, but we can also go old-school. Hang on, everybody!
-Yay! -Yeah!
This is great!
I have never been so sick to my stomach!
Okay, I think I've gleaned from your expression
that you are now going to lead me through
a series of bizarre and seemingly unrelated exercises
that will help me get my groove back.
Does that about sum it up?
Good. Let's do this thing!
You again?
Looks like I took you on a little trip.
Get back to your family, little fella.
"Little fella"? What about me looks like a little fella?
I don't have to tell you it's a negative situation once you're in it
I mean, you have to beat your wings 12,000 times a minute
Yeah
You spit acid on your food 'cause you can't chew
When you order from the menu, it's always number two
But, baby, you can see it all
Baby, you can see it all
Baby, you can see it all when you're a fly on the wall
You've got compound eyes, you've got hairy thighs
Yeah, life ain't easy for common house flies
Flypaper, bug zapper, swatters and sprays
And if you make it through that, you live all of seven days
But, baby, you can see it all
Baby, you can see it all
Baby, you can see it all when you're a fly on the wall
This is Jeremy's house.
And there's Jeremy! At last, a silver lining.
I can find out where we're going tonight.
A girl's gotta know what a girl's gotta wear!
Yeah, it's a total surprise. I'm taking her to the rodeo.
The rodeo? I love rodeos!
Wait, do I love rodeos or is that because I'm a fly?
Oh, hang on, Coltrane, there's a fly in here. Let me get it.
There's one!
Come on, Fireside Girls! Let's get it!
There goes our lizard-feeding patch.
Could this day get any weirder?
Hello.
Oh, my gosh! Were you turned into a fly, too?
Me? No, I was always a fly.
I just got shot with a Human-Head-inator
and now I've got this thing.
It's really uncomfortable. How do you walk around with these?
Tell me about it. Be glad you don't have a freakishly long neck.
Yeah! That was a rush! Great!
That was the most fun ever!
Yeah! Let's restock the snack bar and go again!
Now there is something you do not see every day. A fly with orange hair.
Orange hair?
Uh-oh. Candace has been turned into a fly!
Wait, did somebody take the doohickey thing out of the thingama-whatsit?
Buford?
Uh... Oh, no! If I catch the mug what did this...
Yeah, I'm on it.
Okay, if I just pull...
Whoops! Wrong one.
Not that one!
Wait, wait! Go back two.
Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!
I mean, you are so busted!
But thank you!
Took a few tries there.
If I were thinking, I would've just pushed this "fly" button!
Oh, it's that kind of fly.
Whoa! That is so weird!
We're in a space shuttle and the shuttle program ended years ago!
I guess that's it. Fun's over.
Au contraire.
Sorbet?
This is great! It's the best inator I've ever made!
And you know what, Perry the Platypus?
There's no self-destruct button on this,
so there's no way you can stop me from
taking over the entire Tri-State...
Ha.
Well, like my Uncle Boris used to say,
when life's going well, a giant tire comes along and smashes your inator.
We all thought he was crazy at the time,
but now he seems rather prophetic.
I don't get why this stuff is called sorbet.
Ain't it just the fancy people word for ice cream?
Where ice cream is made from dairy products
and turned vigorously with air,
sorbet is made entirely out of fancy people.
-Really? -No, not really.
Hey, guys. Is Candace around?
Hey there, Jeremy. A little bird told me
we were going to the rodeo.
Actually, sir, it is pronounced Ro-day-o.
Oh, yeah. My mistake.
May I take your order, partner?
I don't suppose it's "dress like a cowboy and get your dinner free" night?
No, madam. That is Tuesdays.
My sweet ride
Forget all your worries, forget all your cares
My sweet ride
The sun's in my...
Hey, Mom?
Hey, Mrs. Flynn.
Mom, when can I get a car?
Candace, you only have your learner's permit.
Yeah, but eventually I'm gonna have my license.
I think we should be ready.
Right. In the meantime, have a cookie.
That's hardly the same thing.
Why are you dressed like that?
Don't you remember? The Doo Wop Hop is tonight!
All the neighborhood moms have volunteered to be carhops.
Wow, Mrs. Flynn, I really like the wig helmet.
Why, thank you, Jeremy. Safety first, you know.
I don't know about you, but I'm gonna have another cookie.
Aloha, cats!
Oh. Hey, guys. How you doin'?
Mellow like a cello and solid to boot, daddy-o!
We're going to the Doo Wop Hop tonight,
so we're dressed like they did in the fifties.
You know, when everyone dressed like a sitcom from the seventies.
Right, Ferb?
Boys, have you seen my welder?
Ferb and I were using it to put the finishing touches on his shades. Right, Ferb?
Oh, yes, those are very hip.
What have you been working on all night out there, Dad?
It's a surprise for Candace. Oops!
Wait, this conversation suddenly interests me.
What are you making me?
Oh, Lawrence, sounds like you'd better tell her.
Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but I bought you a car.
-No way! -Really? A car?
Oh, yes! It's the same car I had when I was a lad.
I figured it would be ready when you were old enough.
Uh, what do you mean "ready"?
Well, uh, it's not fully restored yet.
You think?
Hey, Mr. Fletcher, is that a Nedlington Nymph?
Why, yes. Yes, it is.
Jeremy, you have your license, don't you?
You can take Candace for a ride in it when it's finished.
-Awesome. -Ferb and I think it's cool, too.
Ferb, tell them what you told me.
Right?
I'm living in Crazy Town.
And Phineas and Ferb are town council.
Hey!
Where's Perry?
What's shakin', bacon? Like the threads?
Carl and I are going to cruise over to the Doo Wop Hop tonight.
We're going incognito.
Maybe do a little reconnaissance while I take in the car show.
And he really just wants to spy on Monty to find out what kind of girl he's dating.
Wrong! Wrong, Carl!
We happen to know that Doofenshmirtz has entered a car in the competition.
He must be up to something.
And if I should happen to see who my son is dating...
Well, where's the harm in that? Hmm?
Meanwhile, we need you to find out what the heck Doof is building,
validate its evilness and destroy it.
Good luck, Agent P, and see you later, crocodile.
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
Sometimes evil just cracks me up.
Say, where's that humming coming from?
Vanessa? Is that you? Are you okay?
What do you mean, Dad?
Well, something's not right. The corners of your mouth are pointing up.
Maybe you're running a fever.
Relax, will you? I'm just looking forward to
the fifties Doo Wop Hop tonight.
So who are you going with?
Oh, you know, just a friend.
Speaking of friends, I think you have a little visitor.
Oh, he can wait. So, what friend?
Is it that girl with the dark hair who has all those dachshunds?
No, it's a different friend.
Wait, no! Don't open the door.
You'll let in Perry the Platypus!
You know he'll just blow the door down if you don't open it.
Come in, Perry. Toodles!
I'm worried about her, Perry the Platypus.
Hey! You were going to blow down my door!
Oh, great. See, this is why I can't have anything nice.
Anyway, come on, let me show you what I've been working on.
You see, it all started
when I was just a small boy back in Gimmelshtump.
Friday was always cruise night,
and everybody would come out to see the hipsters
and their cool cars made from cannibalized parts
left over from Drusselstein's many foreign occupations.
But for me, the coolest car of all... Ooh!
...was the Buhmshlaka 320-I, owned by my Uncle Simpkin.
Yeah! You go, Uncle Simpkin.
You show them how you're more masculine than everyone else.
To me, he was the coolest guy on earth.
Ay! Eh!
Ooh!
I saw it first! I saw it first!
Unfortunately, the car had one major design flaw.
The back bumper was a surplus dynamite plunger
and the gas tank sat directly under the driver's seat.
And I never saw him again.
But I have been able to restore his car.
A 1957 Drusselstein Buhmshlaka 320-I!
Ain't she a honey?
I'm sure to win first prize with this.
And, and here's the good part.
Trapper cables!
I needed to restrain you for this next part
because it does get a little bit evil.
Just to ensure there's no real competition,
I built a little gadget called a Rust-inator.
At the push of a button, it will reduce every other car into red dust!
Or "rust." Wait, red dust, rust...
I wonder if that's where that word came from.
I'm gonna go look up its entomology.
Yeah, I looked it up. It turns out entomology is the study of insects.
Go figure. Anyway...
Now, in you go. I'll just get in the normal way.
How's it going down there? You cozy in your steel cables?
Careful with the Rust-inator, Norm.
We wouldn't want it to go off inadvertently.
No problemo!
Boy, Ferb, Dad was right.
That muffler sure is making some weird noises.
Oh, we'd best leave him be.
Ferb, show me the model you've been working on.
Were you able to add any extras?
Wow! Candace is gonna love that.
I mean, except for the exploding part. We should probably fix that.
Hola, Candace! Ooh! Don't you look lovely!
Thank you, Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro.
Jeremy will be along in a minute, honey.
Is your mother ready?
She'll be right out!
All set! See you there, Candace.
Okay, ladies, here I come!
And there I go!
Sorry! Can't stop! Follow me!
Step on it, Vivian! She's getting away!
Hey, Candace!
Jeremy?
My car broke down.
Well, I guess we're riding our bikes to the car show.
We can wow them with our irony.
You guys are so...
awesome!
Wow! I never thought it'd turn out so beautiful! Right?
-How's the engine sound? -You tell me.
Dad did say you could drive it when it was finished.
Hey, where is Dad anyway?
Hmm. Well, last we saw him, he was working on the muffler.
Out of my way, luge boy!
Maybe he's already on his way to the hop.
Okay, well, maybe we should get going.
Hop in, everyone. We're going cruisin'!
You're gonna love
You're gonna love just what this car can do
We tricked it out
We worked really hard just to trick it out for you
A simple push of a button changes the pattern and the hue
On your sweet ride
My sweet ride
Ooh, look, the visor's a vanity!
And the glove box has real hands
It steers itself, there's a trophy shelf and it opens up your cans
And if you use the rocket engine,
You'll be the envy of the whole gang Shoo-bop! Shoo-bop!
My car has a turret that goes...
We're gonna cruise
Cruising with our friends
Follow me, we're almost there.
Deploy the chutes
Let's deploy the chutes, Ferb.
There's romance in the air
There's nothing I'd rather do
Than take a moonlight drive with you
In your sweet ride
My sweet ride
Yeah!
Ha! This is going to be a piece of cake.
Holy mackerel!
I rule!
I don't get it, what's the joke? Why is everyone laughing?
I can't find Monty. Get up on my shoulders, Carl.
See if you can see him.
You're not gonna drop me again, are you?
Just do it, Carl! And watch the hair.
Take these. Now what do you see?
There he is! And he's with... Oh, no!
What, what... Carl, what do you see?
Someone who owes me big time.
They dare to laugh at the Drusselstein Buhmshlaka 320-I?
Well, we'll just see who has the last laugh.
Norm, fire up the Rust-inator!
Firing away, sir.
Now, how do I set the coordinates?
Hmm.
Thank you, Perry the Platypus. Very sporting of you.
Uh-oh. Well, thank goodness for the plastic gas tank.
Hey! Vanessa? Is that you?
-Hi, Dad. -Wait a minute.
Who's that boy you're with?
He looks vaguely familiar.
Say, isn't that...
Eh! Hey! Uncle Simpkin?
He's looking well.
Up next is a late entry.
Wow, I don't believe it! Look at this, folks.
Is that a Nedlington Nymph?
Yes. Yes, it is!
And who did this amazing restoration?
Well, my dad's been working on it for a while.
Oh, here he is.
Hmm?
Ooh! Oh-ho!
Look at that, folks. Working on it up to the last second!
I was?
Well, I think I speak for all the judges when I say
the Nedlington Nymph wins best in show!
What an honor!
Here, Candace. It is your car, after all.
A one-of-a-kind car for a one-of-a-kind girl.
Aw, you guys...
Oh!
Oh, dear, you're rolling away!
This really goes to you, you know.
Cool! You were right, Ferb. It really did need a trophy shelf.
Oh! There you are, Perry.
My car has a turret that goes...
We're gonna cruise
Cruising with our friends
Follow me, we're almost there.
Deploy the chutes
Let's deploy the chutes, Ferb.
There's romance in the air
There's nothing I'd rather do
Than take a moonlight drive with you
In your sweet ride
My sweet ride