♪ There's 104 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 making a monkey a shower ♪
♪ Surfing tidal waves ♪ ♪ Creating nanobots ♪
♪ Or locating Frankenstein's brain ♪ It's over here!
♪ Finding a dodo bird ♪ ♪ Painting a continent ♪
♪ Or driving your 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!
Ferb, I think we outdid ourselves today.
The ultimate frozen yogurt machine.
We have enough frozen yogurt to last the entire summer.
Huh.
Check that out, Ferb.
Hey, there little guy.
You want some frozen yogurt?
Yeah, sorry.
We don't have mushroom and larvae flavor.
I think he likes you, Ferb!
Hey, guys!
What'cha doin'?
Cool!
He disappeared!
We found this lizard.
Hey, I've seen one of these before.
According to the Fireside Girls' Manual, that lizard is a North American chameleon.
Then, we'll name him Steve.
Okay...
Why Steve?
'Cause he looks like a Steve.
Huh.
Can't argue with logic like that.
So, I'll see you after you teach your guitar lessons.
Yeah.
I only have two appointments today.
Appointments.
Well, all right, Dr. Six-Strings.
Good luck with your patients.
Dr. Six-Strings.
Now, that's banter.
Aha!
I finally caught you guys!
That thing's not going anywhere!
You guys are so busted this time!
Looks like he's still hungry.
Don't worry, little guy.
We'll come back with some food.
I think Mom just stocked up the fridge.
I bet Perry's gonna love Steve.
Hey, where's Perry?
Morning, Agent P.
Doofenshmirtz has been stocking up a lot of high-end sound equipment and musical instruments.
In fact, he jut outbid me on this sweet vintage solid-body maple-top guitar.
Ouch!
You totally got sniped!
Carl!
Anyway, we need you to find out what he's up to and put a stop to it.
Good luck, Agent P.
♪ Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated! ♪
Hi, Mr. Doofenshmirtz.
Uh, actually, it's–
Dr. Doofenshmirtz.
But, y'know, whatever.
Are you ready for your first lesson?
Oh, yes, yes.
Please come in.
I-I have a very special melody that I'd like to learn how to perpetrate–
I-I mean play.
Hey, Dad.
I'm headed out to the–
Oh, a guitar player, huh?
Yup.
So, uh, do you know anything by The Scraping Fangs?
Nah.
Not really into the heavy stuff.
I'm outta here.
Ugh!
It's so hard to see all these little notes.
D-Do me a favor and flick on that light switch.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, this...
This is the light switch!
Ugh!
I tried to make it as obvious as possible.
But, what was that?
That was just my prototype Gigant-inator ray.
It's n-nothing to be concerned about.
Mom!
Mom, I finally caught them!
Ta...
...da...
Maybe you should take it easy today and run some errands with me.
But, but, but–
Steve's sure gonna love these mushrooms.
Steve, where are you?
Steve!
Uh...
Guys, look at where you're standing.
Whoa!
It's a huge footprint.
A huge chameleon footprint.
Do you realize what this means?
Some giant chameleon took Steve!
The rest of the tracks lead into the city.
We're coming to save you, Steve!
How am I doing?
I rock, right?
Um...
What's so special about this freaky guitar solo?
Well, it all started at the...
...pyramids of Egypt!
I traveled there to–
You know, discover the hidden secrets of the pyramids of Egypt!
And then it hit me!
The answer to my quest was staring me in the face.
Hidden in those hieroglyphics was a seemingly random series of musical notes.
You see, the pyramids of Egypt!...
...were built with the help of alien intelligence.
The Egyptians learned how to play a cryptic guitar solo that would summon an alien armada,
to help them perform feats of mind-blowing power.
That mystical melody is now in my very hands.
And once I learn to play it, I can summon the aliens to me,
and I will become overlord of the Tri-State Area!!!
Have you considered switching to decaf?
I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to talk all through our lesson time.
Hey, I'm charging by the hour, so knock yourself out.
It's just I-I'm used to doing all the talking with my nemesis.
He's a platypus.
Hey, my friends have a pet platypus.
Is he fierce, cunning, and good with a grappling hook?
Oh, no.
Their platypus doesn't do much.
Well, let's take another shot at learning this solo.
Hey, doc,
not bad.
I think you might be getting it!
Hey, the tracks just stop.
What's casting this big shadow?
Whoa!
Ferb, what are you doing?
Wait a minute.
It's just Steve!
Wow!
How did he turn into a dinosaur?
Actually, it's just a giant chameleon.
But, dinosaur sounds cooler.
Stupid errands.
Huh?
What?
I get it.
The sound of Candace's scream freaks him out.
What's wrong, Candace?
Mom, Mom, Mom!
Dinosaur!
Follow me!
The boys are so busted this–
Hey, where'd it go?
Hi, boys.
What are you doing here?
Looking for Steve, our dinosaur.
Can we keep him?
Keep what?
Steve.
Is he invisible?
Yes.
Yes, he is.
Oh, cute.
Alright, Candace, let's go home.
Invisible friends?
Uh, pfft!
I'm so getting to the bottom of this.
It's okay, Steve.
Candace is gone.
Steve, wait!
Steve!
Sorry to bother you, Agent P.
We just wanted to let you know we'd be temporarily unavailable.
Seems there's a giant dinosaur running amok downtown and Carl wants to go check it out.
Well, I think you've got it.
Ah, great!
Can you give me a hand moving my Amplif-inator out onto the porch?
Your what?
It's my omni-directional Amplif-inator.
It will blast my scorching guitar licks in all directions, ripping through the vacuum of space to summon the alien armada that will help me conquer the
Tri-State Area!!!
I don't know why I always say that loud.
This is so cool!
I'd try to recruit him but I don't think we have a hat that big.
Steve?
Steve, where are you?
There's no way we can catch him.
He moves too fast.
Maybe we should just give up.
Give up?
Give up?!
The day may come when we'll give up on fruitless searches after a mere eleven minutes,
but, that day is not today!
The day may come when our favorite reptile may be lost from our memories and his enduring love of mushrooms forgotten,
but, that day is not today!
Today, we search!
We will search for him in the streets,
we will search for him in the trenches,
we will search for him in the alleys and the mini-malls and the cul-de-sacs of this fair land.
We'll search for him in the multilevel car parks and municipal recreational facilities.
And we few.
We happy few.
We small band of brothers–
–a-and girl from across the street.
We shall not cease 'til he is found!
Yay!!!
We'll help ya find your friend!
What does he look like?
He's a giant lizard about 40 feet tall.
Oh.
You could have mentioned that up front.
Yeah, count me out.
You're on your own.
Steve!
Steve, where are you?
You're really rockin' now!
The spaceships should be here any minute.
And then, it will be time to pump up the volume!
Well, that's the hour.
I'm gonna pack up my gear.
I got another lesson across town.
Okay, but the aliens are on their way.
Okay.
Tell them I said hi.
They're almost here.
Oh, look, here they come!
Perfect!
The crescendo of all my–
Ah, Perry the Platypus.
You don't stand a chance against my awesome heavy metal gear!
Get it?
Heavy metal?
Like, it's–
Steve?
Yes?
Sorry.
Wrong Steve.
Steve, where are you?
Right here.
How can I help ya?
Uh, I don't think you're the Steve we're looking for.
You might wanna check at the Steve Convention.
Hey, Steve!
Cool name, Steve!
Hey, Steve-a-rino!
Hmm...
Steve!
What?
No, no, not you.
That Steve.
Steve is a giant monstrous dinosaur!
Huh.
I guess they don't like chameleons.
Nice to see you again, Steve, old boy.
No, wait!
Come back!
Nothing can stop me now!
My alien friends,
I command you to–
No!
Oh, stop!
This is not working up the way it did on paper!
Curse you, Perry the Platypus!
Um, do you wanna pay by cash or check?
Maybe I could trade you for some evil lessons?
I'll take cash.
Whoa!
Woo-hoo!
Oh, there you are, Perry!
Alright, Steve, let's go home.
Mom thinks I'm imagining the whole thing!
And I know Phineas and Ferb are behind this.
Huh?
Mom!
Thanks, Steve.
Sounds like he's still hungry.
Don't worry, big guy.
We'll be right back with some food.
Ah, what's the point?
I'm just going to sit here in the dark and rethink my life.
Ops!
Wrong switcher.
Y'know, I–I can see how that would be confusing.
Look, Mom!
See it?
Look at the gigantic dinosaur!
Uh-huh.
Don't you think that's a bit of an exaggeration?
But, but, but...
Hi, Mom!
Hey, Steve's looking like his old self again.
So, this is your new pet dinosaur?
Well, it's actually a chameleon.
You said we could keep him, right?
Of course.
I'm sure he'll blend right in.
Okay, Mr. Monogram,
now, this is a G-chord.
Uh, actually, it's,
Major Monogram.
You see, I'm in charge of an elite group of secret agent undercover animals who–
Y-You don't mind me going on about this, do ya?
Hey, man,
I charge by the hour,
so, knock yourself out.
What to do, what to do?
Hi, guys.
What'cha doin'?
Well, that's what we're trying to figure out.
Hey, are you Fireside Girls missing any specific accomplishment patches?
Let's see.
What's next on the list?
Rodeo Clown patch!
What does a rodeo clown do?
They keep the bulls from knockin' you over, like this!
Oh, I can see how that would be helpful.
We can build mechanical bulls and have a robot rodeo.
Hey, where's Perry?
Ah, Agent P.
Seems the Tri-State Area's association of evil geniuses,
the League Of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United For Frightening Investments in Naughtiness,
is having some sort of huge gathering.
All of the other agents have been deployed, but none have reported back.
We fear they've been captured.
Now, see what you can do, Agent P.
Monogram out.
Tiny Cowboy live in concert!
Um, Candace?
Tiny Cowboy is our favorite band ever!
Candace?!
Candace!
I can't go.
Wha–?
I-It's my mom.
She doesn't want me to go to the concert with you.
What?
Doesn't she like me?
No, no.
She likes you just fine,
she just thinks...
You're...
I don't know, flighty and unfocused from time to time.
Unfocused?
What could possibly give her that–
Wait.
Did–
Did you hear that?
Was that Ferb's band-saw?
Candace?
Yes?
Focus.
Oh, yeah, right.
Mom said if I'm going to a grown-up concert, she wants me to go with someone more...
...grounded and mature.
I can be grounded and mature.
Really?
Well, I can certainly fake it for long enough to convince your mom.
Remember that time I pretended to be Irish for a whole week?
Indeed I do, Miss O'Flynn!
We can do this!
Welcome, one and all, to the second annual Inator Creator contest.
And now, please welcome last year's winner...
...Rodney!
Thank you.
Feast your eyes, boys.
Ta-da!
Look upon this belt of victory.
Ooh, I'm taking that puppy home with me,
'cause I'll have a greater Inator this year.
Not a greater, it's–
I-I'm not gonna break a block of cheese and make nachos for you guys.
It's– It's greater in the sense that it's better than it was last year.
That's what I mean.
All right, let's concentrate on your look.
Ta-da!
But–
They're just a pair of fake glasses.
Exactly.
Nothing says real focus like fake glasses.
What's that?
Cowgirls and cowpokes,
Wait a minute!
welcome to the Flynn-Fletcher Bros' Rodeo!
What's going on out there?
Candace?
They'd better not be–
Feeling...
busting...
urge!
Easy, girl.
Great job on these cowboy hat helmets, Ferb.
A rodeo?
Gotta tell Mom!
Wait.
Falling all over yourself to bust your brothers is exactly what makes you look so flighty and unfocused.
I must repress my most basic urges to bust.
Repressing basic urges is pretty responsible, isn't it?
Is it ever!
Look at my mom!
Cake is a sometimes food.
All right, cowboys and cowgirls, it's time to get along, little doggy.
Or even a short little doggy.
I'm here all week.
Try the veal!
Song: Robot Rodeo
♪ You're not a cow ♪
♪ I'm just a boy ♪
♪ With a mechanical bovine toy! ♪
♪ I'm just a boy ♪
♪ Or just a girl ♪
♪ And you rock my mechanical bovine world! ♪
♪ Yipee-kiyay, yipee-kiyo ♪
♪ Give me a lasso and I'll give it a throw ♪
♪ Yipee-kiyay, yipee-kiyo ♪
♪ In my robot rodeo... ♪
♪ Yipee-kiyay, yipee-kiyo, yipee-kiyay! ♪
Finally, Perry the Platypus!
All the other animal agents were here on time before they got captured, I'm just saying.
It's embarrassing.
Anyway, join your friends in the inhospitality suite!
Oh, and Perry–
Heinz,
stop monologuing with your nemesis and show us that supposed Inator of yours already!
Doofy rented a private room off the convention floor, because he's still working on his!
Laugh enough, now, Rodney, but soon, you'll be crying like a–
Uh, like a...
Like a...
...something that's cries.
Boo-hoo.
Boo-hoo!
Ugh, he makes me so angry!
I'm–
Uh, because he's so right!
I need time to finish my Inator!
All I've got so far is the fog machine and that's just to add some pizzazz to the presentation.
I could turn it on and fog out the whole contest, but all that would do is buy me some time...
Hey!
Okay, shoulders back.
Check!
Steady walk?
Check.
Serious look.
Check!
Uh, Stacy?
Yes?
I'm feeling the busting urge.
Howdy, Candace!
Enjoying the rodeo?
Ugh!
Eyes on the prize, Candace, stay in character.
I'm sure your mom let you go to a concert by yourself when you were a teenager.
Hmm...
No.
Good afternoon, Mother.
Good afternoon, Dr. Hirano.
Pardon the interruption,
but, is there any tediously responsible errand of a focused and mature nature that I can perform for you?
Balance a checkbook,
pay the bills,
perhaps file some taxes?
Why do I feel that all of this has something to do with busting your brothers?
What?!
No.
That would be childish of me.
You see?
Candace is level-headed and responsible.
She's not a bit worried about what Phineas and Ferb are doing right now.
What?!
Yes!
No!
Yes!
I mean, i-if a responsible and focused person...
Like Candace...
Were to see her brothers engaged in some potentially reckless activity...
Ow!
That was childish.
There's no case to ruin it whatsoever!
This is hideous.
It is getting pretty foggy.
Should we call the rodeo off?
Nah, we'll just incorporate it and have a foggy robot rodeo!
Yee-haw!
Ride 'em, cowboy!
Ride 'em where?
You should see what I'm doin'!
This fog is making my hair frizzy!
It's so nice to sit and be responsible for a change.
Just..
....focused, you know?
And Candace and I were thinking that–
Oh, a live musical event might be a good opportunity for us to really...
Ma...
Candace?
M-M-M-M-M...
Tiny Cowboy.
Ma...!
Candace, the concert!
I can't help myself!
Mom!!!
Phineas and Ferb built a rodeo in the backyard with mechanical bulls and bleachers and is really dangerous!
Come on, you gotta bust them!
This even I have to see.
Come on–
Hey, what happened to Danville?
That's quite a fog bank.
Follow me.
Come on, come on. This way, ladies.
Pick up the pace!
Candace, slow down!
Focus, must finish Inator.
Wha–
What's all that noise out there?
I don't get it, what–
What's there to applaud?
My fog machine should've obscured everyone's Inators.
What could it be–
I give you, the Fog Clearer-Inator!
Once again, Rodney gives us just what we need, just when we need it.
That puts him in the lead.
What?!
An electric fan?
I knew I could beat that if I just had a little more time!
Wait!
Candace, we've been walking forever!
Where's the backyard?
Hmm...
That way!
I can smell Phineas and Ferb!
And what exactly do they smell like?
Motor oil and competence!
Hey!
Oh!
Hey, hey!
What's wrong, Buford?
I don't know, something's making my bull go whacko!
The animal agents are free!
My Inator!
How disquieting!
No, Agent C!
Oh, my mom's gonna kill me!
No, it's just an electric fan!
It's been official to mankind!
That balloon!
It's making the bulls angry!
Hey, kid,
you think you can let go of that balloon?
This balloon costs me fifty cents!
Let go of the balloon!
Mom!
The fog is lifting!
Aha!
Uh...
Rodeo?
Bu-bu-bu-bu-but, there–
There was an–
And I saw–
A-And the bulls...
Hey, Candace.
Well, so much for Tiny Cowboy.
Oh, you can go to the concert.
Candace's single-minded determination to bust her brothers shows focus.
Something I hope rubs off on you, young lady.
Doofenshmirtz, I see you finally managed to cobble something together.
What do you call it?
A...
...Later-inator?
No...
I give you...
...the Eradicate Rodney's-Inator-inator!
What?!
No fair!
Like a baby!
Yeah, that's right!
That's what I was looking for.
And, it's the last Inator standing!
Doofenshmirtz wins by default!
By default, my favorite way to win!
Unfortunately, the trophy belt was destroyed in the fight.
So...
Uh...
Oh!
Here, take this balloon instead.
Eh, a prize is a prize.
I'm going to call you...
Balloony II.
What's that?
Oh, there you are, Perry.
Well, this was fun,
but I'm gonna go wash my hair, now.
Song: Izzy's Got the Frizzies
♪ Whoa, whoa, yeah! ♪
♪ She's gonna be a big sensation ♪
♪ Izzy's got the frizzies! ♪
♪ Izzy's ♪
♪ Ow! ♪
♪ Izzy's got the frizzies ♪
♪ Cause she's sportin' major kinkification ♪
♪ Izzy's got the frizzies! ♪
♪ Izzy's ♪
♪ Ow! ♪
♪ Izzy's got the frizzies ♪
♪ And now she's gonna tell you how ♪
♪ Izzy's got the frizzies! ♪
It's because of the humidity!
♪ Whoa, whoa, yeah! ♪
♪ She's gonna be a big sensation ♪
♪ Izzy's got the frizzies! ♪
♪ Izzy's ♪
♪ Ow! ♪
♪ Izzy's got the frizzies ♪
♪ Cause she's sportin' major kinkification ♪
♪ Izzy's got the frizzies! ♪
♪ Izzy's ♪
♪ Ow! ♪
♪ Izzy's got the frizzies ♪
♪ And now she's gonna tell you how ♪
♪ Izzy's got the frizzies! ♪