♪ 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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Hey, Vanessa! How was your summer?
Oh, the basic. Pretty cool when I was
at my mom's and okay when I was at my dad's.
Did you know in July, he actually removed
all the blue from all the paintings at the museum?
- All the blue! - Oh, my gosh! I totally saw that!
Picasso's whole Blue Period, it's just beige now.
Yep. That was my dad.
- Sigh. - Hi, Johnny.
It looks like he didn't take your breaking up very well.
It wasn't like we were going out that long, Johnny.
Just take the dissection tray and use its wax foundation
- to cradle my broken heart, Vanessa! - Let it go, bro.
And to think I wanted to come back to school for a sense of normalcy.
Good morning people, as you know there have been some snap changes.
If you'll sit down, I will introduce you to your new science teacher...
- Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz! - What?
MALE SINGER: # He was the king of evil science #
♪ Until things went a little awry ♪
FEMALE SINGER: # Now he's turning over a brand new leaf #
♪ And he's not so bad a guy ♪
[BOTH] # Now he's got a second chance and his new life's just begun #
♪ Come on, it's gonna be fun ♪
♪ He's starting over at one ♪ ♪ Doof 101. ♪
♪ Doof, Doof, Doof! 101! Doof, Doof, Doof! ♪
♪ Oh, we're gonna have a ball! ♪
♪ All the things I'm gonna show you ♪
♪ And this all takes place in Fall ♪
♪ So don't let the timeline throw you ♪
♪ I'm starting over at one ♪
♪ Doof 101 ♪
Dr. Doofenshmirtz is here on a trial basis.
You know, we all already have the trial. The judge gave
me a choice of doing hard time or community service.
So, here I am, ready to impart upon these young,
sponge-like minds all my vast knowledge of evil science...
I mean, science. That's right.
Regular old science. No evil at all. In fact, I've crossed out
the the word "Evil" whenever it appears in my old textbooks.
So, this should be a piece of cake.
Hi, sweetie-kins!
Thank you, Principal Lang. I can take it from here.
Just so you know, Heinz, I've got my eye on you.
I miss nothing!
And nice to see you too! You know, we knew each
other long ago, but that's a story for another time.
I'm Dr. Doofenshmirtz.
D-O-O-F-E...
- Dad, come here. - Uh... "Enshmirtz."
Dad, what are you doing here?
Isn't this great? More father-daughter time!
No, not in my school! Really?
So you're Vanessa's dad? I'm Johnny.
- Didn't she dump you? - We were hardly going out!
- Yes, we were! - Ah! Girls don't like guys who are whiny.
- You're whiny. I get it. I get it. - Mr. Doofenshmirtz,
if you're Vanessa's dad, is she going to get, like, special treatment?
I've taken extra booster classes in science...
- ...to ensure my early acceptance... - No! No special treatment,
because this is not happening!
- What's goin' on? - Everybody back in class.
Principal Lang, are you brooding again?
Why does everyone always think I'm brooding?
It's my brow, isn't it?
- Well... - Yes, I'm brooding!
It's that Heinz Doofenshmirtz!
We went to community college together.
- Oh! - He wound up marrying Charlene,
the girl that I was in love with!
Aren't they divorced now?
- That's not the point! - Oh, I'm sorry.
- How could she have preferred him to me? - Maybe it's time to give up your grudge.
Give up a grudge? Never! What do you think this brow is for?
Let's start with genetics, the building blocks of life.
Your genes determine what you will be.
A turtle or a bird or... For instance!
- Ow! Hey! - Oh, don't be a baby.
You've got plenty. At least for the next ten years.
Let's see genetics at work, shall we?
Now, all of the information that makes this young man who and what he is,
is stored in these DNA strands in every cell of his body.
The genetic code is very delicate.
See, now, if we move this base pair over to here,
he would have been a gorilla, or you know, maybe a lizard.
You see, there's this whole world of things going on,
- too small for us to even notice. - So what we're doing here again, Napoleon?
Well, Wendell, we're going to make contact with these magnificent giants!
- We will? - Yes, we will.
- Wait, why will we? - To be the first ones
to communicate with an alien race.
Just think, Wendell, you, and I and Floyd
are going to go where no bug has gone be...
Okay, where's Floyd? Floyd!
Sorry, sir. Ran into a spider web. Lost my wings.
They're behind you, Floyd.
I found them, sir.
- So, as I was saying... - They were behind me.
Yes, we've establish that. Continuing, we are going to
make contact with the giants!
But first, we must scale... the Cliffs of Mahogany!
- This may take a few tries, but... - Sir, let me throw it!
- I'm the muscle! - You're the muscle?
Yes. You're the brains, I'm the muscle, and Floyd is...
- Floyd is the ballast? - Yes! Floyd is the ballast!
- Ooh, that sounds important. - Anyway, Wendell,
if you'refeeling muscular, be my guest.
Stand back! Rah!
[THUD]
NAPOLEON: Hmm. Well...
...we have a limited air supply. Floyd, stop breathing.
Oh, that's unfortunate.
Hopefully, the DNA in the Petri dish won't combine with...
Oh! Oh! No, see, it's, it's happening already.
Uh...
[GIBBERING]
Okay, so everyone pay attention to this. This is what I was talking about.
The DNA of a human is only a few base pairs from that of a monkey.
Or, or a reptile for that matter.
[YELLING]
See? I told you. A whiner.
What is happening?!
CARL: Ah, sir? I think you should take a look at this.
MONOGRAM: Great googly-moogly!
I was afraid it might come to this.
[BEEPING] [CHATTERING]
MONOGRAM: Agent P, pick up. Agent P, please pick up!
Ah! So sorry, Agent P, I...
I know that this is your time to enjoy some well-deserved rest,
but something's gone wrong in Doof's class and, well,
the OWCA work-release program doesn't need this kind of scandal.
What do you say, P?
♪ Doobie doobie doo ba ♪
♪ Scary teenage monster ♪ [SCREAMING]
Guys, Johnny's running wild out there!
- A-ha! - Dad, what are you doing?
It's one of Johnny's hairs. It's loaded with his DNA.
- With this I can mix up an antidote to... - GIDEON: He's shape-shifted again!
No, no, no. This isn't Johnny. It's, uh...
Perry the Platypus, I'm glad you're here.
Could you go find Johnny and bring him back to the classroom?
He's got greasy hair and he's wearing a trench coat.
Mmm, and he's also part gorilla, part lizard. You can't miss him.
Class, Mr. Platypus is the occasional assistant teacher.
Is that a real platypus?
No! It's a, it's a man. It's a deformed, tiny...
turquoise man. Vanessa, take some of your friends here,
uh, uh, Pony Tails, Spikey Head, Tweedle-Tie and go get Johnny.
Hi, Mr. Platypus!
Okay, and the rest of you,
Muscles, Ropey Face, Slap-Happy, Buzzy-Pants,
stay here and help me with the antidote.
- Wait, why am I Ropey Face? - Take my advice, own it.
Johnny? Or, "Creature formerly known as Johnny?"
- Go away! - Johnny, you've gotta come out!
- My dad can help you! - You hate me.
I don't hate you. We can be friends.
- Whoa! What is that thing? - He's just a tiny turquoise...
- Vanessa! - Perry!
Expedition journal, entry three.
We have bivouacked on a landing half way up the cliffs.
- I don't remember bivouacking. - I went before we left.
Oui. Bivouac. It's a makeshift camp. Well look, it's not important.
What I'm worried about is,
what are we going to tell the giants about ourselves?
- Floyd throws up on his food. - It's true. I do.
- Let's not lead with that. - I can also smell through my hair.
But, what do we say to an alien species
to make them understand our entire culture?
Our very place in this vast cosmos?
[SCREAMING]
What is happening?
I think I just bivouacked again.
Careful. Careful. Everything depends on getting the mixture precise.
Mmm. Excellent.
Now that's how you make a Shirley Temple.
Hey, Muscles, how's the antidote coming?
Almost... done.
Okay, we're all set. Now, where's whiny reptile boy?
VANESSA: Somebody help me!
DOOFENSHMIRTZ: He has Vanessa!
Who's up for a field trip?
- Sanctuary! - Oh, you're such a drama queen.
See, this, this is why we broke up.
Wait, where's he going?
All right, now, how're we gonna...
- Nobody has a crossbow, do they? - I do!
What? Why, is that weird?
Oh, great! Thanks. Hey, you got new cup holders.
Whoa! Mr. Platypus has a cool ride.
Hang on, sweetie! Well, I guess it's just like the old saying,
"You turn a guy into a gorilla-lizard,
and he carries your daughter up a bell tower."
It never really made sense to me before, but now I guess I...
[BELL RINGING]
It is not 1:00!
Hey, guys! How's it coming? Recess is almost over!
PHINEAS: Almost done!
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
- Ferb, look! - Johnny! Put me down!
Would you just stand still? I can't get a clear shot!
Oh, man! I can't wait till we get to high school.
It looks like so much fun!
Perry the Platypus, hold still! I'll get it...
- Dad! Do something! - Oh, yes, yes! Hold on a second.
[SCREAMING]
Dad!
[SCREAMING]
[CHEERING]
Vanessa, you saved my life!
Oh, please don't read anything into this.
- There's still hope! - VANESSA: What did I just say?
All right, everyone back to class.
Nothing to see here. Just a giant bell.
What in the bell?
We've done it! We've reached the summit.
Unfurl the banner, boys and follow me!
This is it. My entire existence has been leading to this moment,
so that I can say, "Weclom Ginats!" Wait, what?
- "Weclom Ginats?" - What does that mean?
Exactly my point. What does our "Welcome Giants" banner actually say?
Oh, yeah, sorry, we spelled it phonetically.
No, you didn't! Phonetically it spells, "Weclom Ginats!"
Come on, guys. This is our only chance to make a good first impr...
And that, class, is DNA in action.
- A-ha! - That's it for today. Class dismissed.
[STUDENTS CHATTERING]
- Bye-bye, now. - Dad? So, you're my teacher now.
- I'm you teacher now. - But, we're not going to do
- all of this every day, right? - I'll try. But you know,
there's 261 days 'till next summer vacation,
and, you know, a lot can happen. I'm just saying.
[GROANING] I do believe I've fractured
- my exoskeleton. - And I bivouacked!
Okay Ferb, lets get this early morning party started.
[MUSIC]
[BEEP] [WHIRRING]
[MAKING AIRPLANE NOISES]
Okay, prepare for landing.
That's it, lad, don't let the turbulence throw you.
[LAUGHING HEARTILY]
Roger that, Papa Bear.
I'm so glad we can still have our Father's Day jaunt in the biplanes.
Oh, yes, modern technology's wonderful!
- I know it's not quite the same as the real thing... - Hang on, Ferb.
...but I suppose it's better than nothing.
Whoa, Ferb, I know what else we're gonna do today.
Surprise! Happy Father's Day, Dad!
- And you too, Grandpa Reg! - Hello, boys!
Oh! How lovely! Breakfast in den!
PHINEAS: Ferb and I pulled out all the stops.
DAD: What excellent likenesses! [LAUGHS]
Thank you, boys!
- Happy Father's Day, Dad! - Hello, Candace!
Hello, Grandpa Reg! Happy Father's Day!
Thank you, love.
Hello, Reg. Are you having a "Grand" Father's Day?
[LAUGHING] [CHUCKLING] Good one.
I'll leave you boys to your Father's Day fun!
- Candace, are you ready to go? - Sure, mom! Bye, Grandpa!
Hey! Where's Perry?
Morning, Agent P! I see you're trying out the new SFU 2000.
It's a lot of fun, but don't let your duties slide.
CARL: Agent P, what do you think of his Father's Day gift?
Yes, it's a lovely tie. But I'm not your father!
Any who, Doofenshmirtz has plans to gum up the entire Tri-State Area!
And we need you to check it out. Good luck, Agent P!
[CHORUS SINGING] # Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated! #
[ZAPPING]
Gotcha, Perry the Platypus! If you think this is a sticky situation,
you better hold on to that fedora. Behold!
The-Gum-Under-The-Shoe-inator!
I took all the wadded up chewing gum in the
entire Tri-State Area and fed it into this Inator.
Yeah, I know, it's really unsanitary.
Why don't people just throw the chewing gum in the trash, huh?
[SIGHING]
Today just isn't my day. It's Father's Day.
It's the hardest of the greeting card company holidays for me.
My issues with Father's Day began back when I was a child.
Those were lean times for my father
and our beloved lawn gnome was repossessed.
Okay, I know you've heard that one before.
But... twice actually. But I really think that this
is where my relationship with my father went awry.
I mean, he made me be that lawn gnome.
Bewegen Sie nicht!
And he was really specific too.
He made me memorize the serial number of that particular lawn gnome.
D-A-E-H-M-2-3.
If only there was some way to reunite him with, you know,
that specific lawn gnome, maybe he and I could start again.
D-A-E-H-M-2-3!
You found him with an online gnome tracker?
Wow! There really is an app for everything now, isn't there?
Well, let's see. It says it's still in Drusselstein!
Now I can heal the old wounds between my father and me!
Oh, man, that is one of my most brilliant ideas yet.
An exact replica of Grandpa's old biplane.
Dad's gonna love this! Let's try her out.
Now, punch it!
[ROARING]
Oh, yeah!
DOOFENSHMIRTZ: I know traveling by cannon is a little unconventional,
but the cannon place was going out of business,
so I got them at a volume discount.
Hang on.
Whoo-hoo!
Happy Father's Day, Dad! Dad?
Sorry for the lack of in-flight meal or entertainment, Perry the Platypus.
But one cannon can only go so far, so I set up a worldwide network!
Aw, man! Missed it by that much.
Perfect landing, Ferb! I'll go get Dad.
No, peeking, Dad! Keep 'em closed! Okay...
- Open 'em! [GASPING] - Ta-da!
Thank you so much, boys!
I can't think of a better Father's Day gift!
Actually, there's a hidden feature you might want to check out.
- Hello, son! - Dad? But...
- Come on, give us a hug! - Oh, Happy Father's Day!
What do you say we go on our traditional Father's Day flight?
Race you to the cockpit!
- Have fun! - What are you two standing there for?
You're part of the tradition now! Come on!
Cool!
- Right, then. Engine? - Contact!
Here we go!
[WHOOPING]
[MUSIC]
♪ In our two wing aeroplane doing tricks that look insane ♪
♪ To keep the peoples entertained and leave them breathless ♪
♪ Call us brave or slightly mad ♪
♪ I'm his son and he's me dad ♪
♪ And I look really grand in plaid ♪
- # But now I'm vest-less # - # Nice ad lib, Dad. #
♪ Thanks, son. I just roll with it. ♪
[BOTH] # Like you do! #
♪ It's the Fletcher Family Flying Circus! ♪
♪ Doing aerial acrobatics in the atmosphere ♪
♪ High above the stress and strife ♪
♪ There's nothing here to irk us ♪
♪ Just a father and a son together ♪
♪ Keepin' our heads above the weather ♪
♪ I wish that we could do this every year! ♪
♪ Barrel rolls and loop-de-loops ♪
♪ Buzzing that encounter group ♪
♪ Doing the Charleston on the wing ♪
♪ Yes, we'll try almost anything! ♪
♪ A Dim Old Man An English Bunt ♪
♪ A crazy Russian circus stunt ♪
♪ A Cuban eight An inverted spin ♪
♪ All while wearing this foolish grin! ♪
♪ It's the Fletcher Family Flying Circus! ♪
♪ Doing aerial acrobatics in the atmosphere ♪
♪ High above the stress and strife ♪
♪ There's nothing here to irk us ♪
♪ Just a father and a son together ♪
♪ Keepin' our heads above the weather ♪
♪ I wish that we could do this every year! ♪
♪ We're the Fletcher Family and we have no fear! ♪
Ah, Drusselstein!
This way, Perry the Platypus. [CAT MEOWING]
Okay, so the gnome tracker located my
father's long lost lawn gnome at this location.
[GASPS] There it is!
- Hey! Put me down! - Ahh!
I thought you were my father's lawn gnome.
No worries, I get that all the time.
Probably due to my height combined with my eccentric fashion choices.
Uh, yeah. Uh, well, I'm looking for D-A-E-H-M-2-3.
Oh, yeah, it's been here for years. Here you go.
It is you! My father will be so happy!
Well, maybe not happy,
but anything is an improvement on surly and dismissive.
Let the father-son healing begin!
Wish me luck, Perry the Platypus!
[KNOCKING ON DOOR] Hello! Father!
You're never gonna guess what I brought you!
- Oh, hello, Heinz. - Hello, Father.
I see you brought me assorted broken bits of pottery for Father's Day.
Well, I suppose it's the thought that, um, counts.
Your brother Roger remembered how much I loved that old lawn gnome.
So he sent me this. Look! It also makes espresso.
[COFFEE POURING]
Delicious.
But, you know, rubble is a nice gift too.
All right, uh, Happy Father's Day.
And, okay, bye-bye.
All this way just to give me broken shards of potter... [GASPING]
D-A-E-H-M-2-3?
[SIGHING]
Well, that could've gone better.
Why do I even bother, huh?
At least there's one relationship in my life that's worked out pretty well.
Thanks for coming along, Perry the Platypus.
Let's go home. You are my rock.
And by that, I mean you're there for me, you're not made out of rock.
You're actually made out of, well, platypus probably.
Well, that was the best Father's Day flight yet.
It brought back some wonderful old memories,
and created a lot of new ones.
Thank you, boys, for making this possible.
BOTH: Happy Father's Day!
Yes, yes it is.
Crikey! It's getting late! I best be on me way home.
Mind if I borrow your new aeroplane?
Why don't you hang onto her until next year?
I've got no room left in the garage anyway.
Will do! Cheery-bye!
Hi, honey! Hi, boys! So, how was your day?
Oh, the boys and I spent a wonderful day flying with Father!
- Ah, the Internet is a wonderful thing. - Why, yes, I suppose it is.
Well, here's something special from Candace and me.
Here you go!
Oh, my! An exact replica of Father's biplane.
Oh, it's perfect. Thank you so much, sweetheart.
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
[CHORUS SINGING] # Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated #
[READING] "To the most evil dad in the whole world.
"Happy Father's Day, love, Vanessa."
Aw, a gift basket of switches and self-destruct buttons!
[BOOM]
That's my girl!
[HUMMING]
Hm?
Bewegen Sie nicht!
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