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♪ 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!

♪ Fighting 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!

Hmm... Feels like something is missing.

Buford, what have you done?

You're gonna have to wait for my tell-all memoir

just like everyone else.

What you do-- Oh, it's just you.

The more pressing question is, "Where are Phineas and Ferb?"

Wait, what's this button?

[whirring]

Hey, gang, Ferb and I are hanging out with Mom this afternoon,

so make yourselves at home till we get back.

-In the meantime... -Nature abhors a vacuum.

Feel free to get started without us.

See ya soon.

Hologram tricks.

Whoo! Opportunity.

We can carpe our own diem.

How about Radical Barbarian Battles?

-Origami max suits? -Anti-gravity water slides?

What about your bread bowl hot tub?

I don't want to stew, with just you two.

Well, we have to do something.

We can't have nothing to show for our day when Phineas gets here.

And Ferb.

Yes, and Ferb.

Is there an off switch?

Hey, where is Perry?

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Howdy, Agent P.

Doof's been experimenting with recombinant DNA.

And it isn't pretty.

Whatever you're thinking it is, it's much worse.

Get over there, ASAP.

Just maybe do it on an empty stomach.

I'm usually here, and Phineas is usually right beside me.

No! This is my spot. You go just here.

And Buford--

Spread out, you two. Spread out!

Right here is where I do my best commenting and quipping.

This could be a chance for me to shine as an individual.

For us to shine together.

Yes, for us to make me shine together.

Here, put these on. They'll help me remember your names

while we're working on my invention.

You two keep yapping. I'm gonna work on my own idea.

Fine. We all build our own thing.

May the best man win.

It is not a contest, Buford.

[softly] But I am so going to win.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

To bust or not to bust.

Eh, they're not my brothers,

so I'm not sure it'd even count.

But maybe if Mom sees this,

it'll lend a little credence to all the other things I told her about.

Yes! To bust!

♪ It's a little bit gross in here ♪

[metal clanging]

[Dr. Doofenschmirtz, in gravelly voice] Perry the Platypus.

How nice of you to bug me,

which is appropriate because...

Behold,

I have evolved!

Thanks to my Pupaenator.

See, I saw this documentary on how butterflies evolved from the pupa

and they get their wings and become their best selves!

So I made myself a Pupaenator

so that I can become my best self

and therefore take over the Tri-State Area!

What? What? It's not good? It's no bueno?

I guess I haven't looked at myself in the mirror. Let me...

Oh! Oh, man, I'm not a beautiful butterfly at all!

I'm a big gross moth thingy.

Well, I guess that explains

the strange urge to eat clothes.

Maybe I should just turn myself back into a...

Wait, wait. Or go with me here,

I make everyone else a moth.

'Cause, you know, like in a city of men I'm like a four at best.

But in a city of mothmans, who knows?

-[electricity crackling] -I could be like a like a six.

Let's find out.

Huh?

Aah!

Mmm, oh. That lining, delicious.

I'm gonna be in my closet looking for more hats.

[Major Monogram] Your hat, Agent P.

If the microchip in your fedora's been damaged,

our entire security system could be compromised.

You must report immediately to the OWCA haberdasher

and get a new hat with a new chip.

Oh, Agent P, be careful.

[Major Monogram] We'll text you the coordinates.

Perry the Platypus. More hat. Doofmoth needs more hat.

Mom, pick up. Mom, pick up. Mom, pick up. Mom, pick up.

Hello, Linda Flynn-Fletcher's phone. Phineas speaking.

Gah! Phineas, please tell Mom

there's, uh, something really cool in the backyard

-she needs to come and see. -Really?

Oh, yes. Baljeet, Isabella and Buford

have been busy little bees.

Yes, good for them. Mom, let's head home.

-Candace wants us to see something. -Eee!

If I had a nickel for every time Candace

promised to show me something and nothing was there,

I'd have $5.20, which isn't a lot,

but it's weird that it happened 104 times, right?

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[automated female voice] Unauthorized attire.

[♪ fast-paced music playing]

[beeping]

Agent P? In my shop?

Is it my birthday?

Trapdoors and birthdays are so hard to keep track of, don't you find?

[gasps] Good gracious, your hat!

Looks like something took a bite out of it.

That explains the security bots

mistaking you for a threat.

I have to admit, seeing you in action back there

with all the flipping and platypussing, wow, just great!

I've often fantasized about being in the field, you know, seeing some action.

[laughs]

I don't get out much.

No time for sunlight, really.

Hats to sew, weapons to build.

Evil doesn't rest, and neither do we, right? [laughs]

-Oh, listen to me rambling on. -[glass shatters]

We must get you a new hat.

This way.

Oh, you found the trap door. Clever. I'll take the stairs.

Well, there they are.

Yep. There they are.

Mmm. How do I put this delicately?

It's not our best work.

Not even our second best.

We can't show these to Phineas.

And Ferb. Wait, this is going to sound crazy.

But what if we combined our efforts?

That's crazy.

So crazy it just might work.

[elevator dings]

Let's see if we can find you the perfect replacement hat.

I mean, sure.

But don't you think it's time for an upgrade? [laughs]

Ooh! My latest model. Teleportation hat.

Takes you anywhere you want to go.

Hugely experimental,

but I have so many others to choose from.

♪ Would you like a bowler? Would you like a fez? ♪

♪ I'd take the cap that can remember everything she says ♪

♪ A visor that can sniff out trouble ♪

♪ Boil tea and blow a bubble ♪

♪ I have a hat for that ♪

♪ Would you prefer a top hat that can shoot out flames ♪

♪ A sombrero with a periscope could help you with your aim ♪

♪ A French beret that really slays ♪

♪ That comes in blues and blacks and grays ♪

♪ I have a hat for that ♪

♪ A boater with a narrow brim ♪

♪ That sprays out gas Very grim ♪

♪ A beanie with a map for the explorer ♪

♪ A driving cap for getaways that navigates the motorways ♪

♪ But you look like a fan of the fedora ♪

♪ Whatever kind of headgear you've been dreaming of ♪

♪ I have the latest this and that and all of the above ♪

♪ A topper that is prim and proper ♪

♪ For my number one crime stopper ♪

♪ I have a hat for that ♪

♪ Yes, I have a hat for that ♪

Ooh, but I don't do shoes. That's two doors down.

You get the idea.

But behind this curtain, Agent P, oh-ho-ho, is my masterpiece.

Allow me to present...

Mmm. The plaid is delicious, by the way.

[gasps] Doofenshmirtz! But why does he look like that?

And how did he get in? And what-- Oh, I see.

He ate your hat.

He must have swallowed the security chip.

That's how he got inside.

[growls] Mine. Mine. Hat's mine!

Oh, now, this is exciting.

That's my touchdown topper.

Gives new meaning to the term "bug spray."

[munching]

Try this one.

Don't remember designing that one.

Okay, then, I'm all out of hats.

What are we gonna do, Agent P?

Agent P?

[growling]

Wow.

That is amazing.

Yeah, who would've thought that three completely disparate elements

would go together so seamlessly?

-I would have. -Yeah, but you didn't.

I can't wait for Phineas to see it.

-And Ferb. -And Ferb.

They are going to be so proud of us.

Ooh! Let's throw a tarp over it, you know, for the big reveal.

-[vehicle approaching] -I think I hear their car.

-Mom, Mom, Mom. -Phineas, Phineas, Phineas.

-Mom, Mom, Mom. -Come on, come on, come on.

I guess there's no more hats to eat.

Hatmaker will do.

You should wait for Agent P.

I'm not really much of an action guy, no.

[laser ricocheting]

[giggling]

[both yelping]

Well, that was weird.

-Look, look, look. -Look, look, look.

-But, but, but... -But, but, but...

I'm just gonna add that to my tab. Cha-ching.

Nobody thought to take a picture?

[Doofmoth growling]

[grunts] Ah!

Oh, great. [sighs]

Great instinct turning me back into a human, Perry the Platypus.

And frankly, preferable to that whole

"Make everyone else into mothmans" thing

'cause, you know, "reasons."

[groaning]

[screaming]

Thank you, Perry the Platypus!

That's plenty of action for one day.

Better to leave the fieldwork to the field agents

and the hatmaker to his hats.

If it ain't broken, no need to fix it.

Speaking of broken, looks like it's time for a change of scenery.

Can't have Heinz Doofenshmirtz

with intimate knowledge of our location now, can we? [laughs]

Be seeing you, Agent P.

Ooh, happy birthday!

♪ Perry ♪

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[munching]

Ugh! Oh!

Why did I think that would taste good?

Hey, guys. What you doing?

Hey, Isabella. Just reading some of the old Space Adventure issues.

-Upside down? -Issue 98.

The crew ends up on a planet with reverse gravity.

-Hey, Buford. Where's Baljeet? -What?

You think I keep a detailed schedule of everything he does?

All right, fine.

Let's see. Tuesday, 9:00 a.m. Phineas and Ferb's backyard.

He's late, but it's on here.

[panting] Please help!

The situation I'm in is quite dire.

What is it, Baljeet?

There's a new Space Adventure movie filming in Danville.

The Namrak Necroslug.

And I have been invited to audition!

How'd you land that?

By chance. I ran into the director, Katherine Marshall,

and she thought I would fit a particular role.

A character called Xterra.

He sounds awesome.

[laughing] Yes, he does.

But there is still one problem.

I do not know how to act.

I have a hard time pretending.

What if we help set the scene for you?

Isabella, that's it!

If we bring the ice jungles of Namrak to life,

Baljeet won't have to pretend.

He can experience it for real.

I know what we're gonna do today.

[sighs] No better way to listen to the Lumberzax than on repeat.

[♪ pop song playing over headphones]

[excavator rumbling]

[♪ cheerful song playing]

Nice animatronics, Ferb.

Come on, ladies, those prop design patches won't iron earn themselves.

And why is Buford filming this?

You can use it for your audition,

and I can use it for my reel.

Thanks, Shane.

That does not explain how you got an assistant.

Hey, where's Perry?

[♪ clinking musically]

[♪ pop music continues]

[doorbell rings]

Wine glass delivery for P. Platypus?

[♪ pop music continues]

Hello there, Agent P.

Doofenshmirtz's brother, Roger, is having

another commemorative statue of himself-- [scoffs]

If I had a nickel for every time that's happened--

You'd have two nickels, sir.

Yes, yes, I know how it goes, Carl.

Anyhoo, the mayor is the public face of Danville.

Do not let Doofenshmirtz ruin the ceremony.

♪ Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated ♪

Ah, Perry the Platypus, come in, come in.

I consider you a VIP.

A very important platypus.

[laughs] And now you're imprisoned by your own celebrity.

I suppose you're wondering why I have this large paper mache version of my own head.

Don't worry, it will come into play soon.

You see, ever since I was little,

people have always forgotten my face.

I was even voted Least Recognizable in high school.

Look, that's not even me.

It's a traffic cone with a dent in it.

I mean, I don't think that's me.

On the other hand,

Roger has the most recognizable face in all of Danville.

He's got that je ne sais quois.

And I would know. I minored in sais quois.

Let's do this beholding al fresco, shall we?

Behold my Defaceinator.

One blast and your face becomes incredibly forgettable.

Once I zap Roger, nobody will recognize him

and his unveiling will be a failing.

I'm gonna switch it back. This is too disturbing.

There you go, paper mache me,

don't let anybody tell you you look like a traffic cone.

All right, crew.

A new day, a new adventure. A Space Adventure.

You know, I can see these vines are just painted ropes.

How can I act with this?

You might be overthinking it.

Yeah, it's just that...

♪ Well, that is a tuba That is a chair ♪

♪ That one over there is Buford covered in hair ♪

♪ This is a toy This is a Styrofoam prop ♪

♪ And this is a beautifully rendered backdrop ♪

♪ The garden gnome has been sprayed with chrome ♪

♪ What? I recognize it from your home ♪

♪ It is hard for me to make believe ♪

♪ When that alien has corn chip teeth ♪

♪ We're not asking you to break from reality or abandon practicality ♪

-♪ Just go with the motif ♪ -♪ Go with the motif ♪

♪ Suspend your disbelief Suspend your disbelief ♪

♪ I am trying ♪

♪ Suspend your disbelief ♪

♪ That is ketchup on your sleeve ♪

♪ Suspend your disbelief ♪

[gasps]

Oh, my goodness, Is this Candace's bed?

How did you get it down the stairs?

♪ Suspend your disbelief ♪

Huh. Baljeet's really struggling to get into his character.

What else could we do to help?

Wait, I've got an idea.

Release the Necroslug.

The Namrak Necroslug?

[whirring]

You know I can tell this is an animatronic, right?

Just go along with it.

If you want people to believe your performance,

you've gotta believe in it yourself.

Captain Dirk. The Necroslug seems to have spotted us.

[unenthusiastically] Perhaps we should flee before it hunts us down.

[whirring]

Okay, let's try turning the aggression up.

Buford, bump it up to a seven.

Okay, I put it on 11.

No, we said seven, not 11.

[screaming]

We've never even tested that level of aggression.

[roaring]

It's gonna eat us all!

Oh, do not be so overdramatic.

Here's your coffee, sir.

See? It only ate Shane.

Though, to be fair, it may not be finished yet.

Okay, new plan. Run!

[roaring]

Okay, Roger. Prepare to lose face.

I think we lost it.

Hey, what happened to Ferb? Who's this guy?

I am Ferb.

Dude, whoever you are, that's a great impression. But where did Ferb go?

I should really build an Autoaiminator

because I cannot hit the broad side of a barn.

Um, hello. Can we discuss the bigger problem?

And by bigger problem, I mean the berserk Necroslug that is on the loose!

[rumbling]

[snarling]

Run again!

How do we stop it?

There's a control doohickey on its head.

If we smash it, it should be lights out for the big guy.

Baljeet, you and Isabella distract the Necroslug.

This guy and I can use these vines to make a trap.

Buford can smash the doohickey.

[assistant] And here it is, just like I told you.

I found your ice jungle, Miss Marshall.

You know what? This is great.

You know, it's starting to make me think that maybe the Tri-State Area

has more to offer than just tax credits.

[roaring]

Guys, out of time!

How's the net?

I'm not sure it'll hold.

It better, or we're getting a VIP tour of that Necroslug's bowels.

I think perhaps you are using the term "VIP" incorrectly.

-Come on, Baljeet! -Buford, now!

[roaring]

I'm ready for my close-up!

-Man down! Me! -Buford!

[roaring]

The net won't hold.

[screams] Xterra, you're our only hope.

Oh, no!

Aah!

The luck of sloth bomb is with me!

-[♪ pop music stops] -What was that?

[gasps]

Mom, Mom! Alien jungle. Giant slug!

Mom, alien jungle. Giant slug. Mom, Mom!

[grunting]

It's too late, Perry the Platypus.

And now, presenting the face of Danville...

[gasping]

Ha-ha! Roger's statue still got messed up. I'm gonna call that a win.

[woman] It's so simple, like it could represent any one of us.

It's just like humble old Roger

to make his statue about celebrating the common man.

Uh, yes, exactly as I intended.

-[all cheering] -[man] We're all the face of Danville.

Wait, did I just help Roger's reputation?

I can undo it. I can still undo it.

Oh, now I have to clean this all up.

You couldn't just hit the self-destruct button?

That would've been better.

[laughs triumphantly] I have conquered the great beast.

I am Xterra!

[Buford] And... cut!

Good work today, Sluggy.

Wait, Sluggy?

Sorry, Baljeet,

but we had to keep it a secret to get you into character.

You were all acting? This was all staged?

It was Buford's idea.

He knew if you believed the situation was real, you'd believe in yourself.

I knew you'd rise to the occasion, pal.

You just needed a little push.

-Ow! -All right, that one was for me.

Huh. Deception aside, my confidence is at an all-time high.

Xterra fears nothing! [yelps]

It's Baljeet, right?

Renowned director Katherine Marshall?

That was simply incredible.

I mean, it's like watching a true star in the making.

-Am I right? -So I get the part?

I get to be Xterra?

Xterra? Um... Oh, this is a typo.

We were looking for extras.

You know, for the background work.

When I saw you in town, I was just amazed

how well you just blended into the background.

But then that heroic image of you,

I just can't get it out of my head.

I can't hire you as an extra now,

and we already hired all the leads,

so I don't think we can use you anymore.

All of that work and all in vain.

If only there was some way

to go back to being forgettable.

What am I supposed to do with this?

Oh, there you are, Ferb.

Ugh. That other guy talked too much.

You know, if I'm good enough to impress "the" Katherine Marshall,

maybe my acting talents are worth cultivating.

Maybe I should take a class.

-Buford? -Already ahead of you.

Yeah, he's free Wednesday at 8:00.

Oh, by the way, this set is incredible.

Would it happen to be for sale?

Well, no, but you can just have it.

Mom, come to the backyard. The boys are at it again.

[sighs] At this point, I should just have Buford add this to my schedule.

Come on, come on, come on.

Mom! Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Wait till you see it. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Uh, what?

Anybody needs me, I'll be on the couch.

Hey, has anybody seen Shane?

[Shane] Hello? Mr. Buford? I'm still in the slug.

♪ Would you prefer a top hat that can shoot out flames ♪

♪ A sombrero with a periscope could help you with your aim ♪

♪ A French beret that really slays ♪

♪ That comes in blues and blacks and grays ♪

♪ I have a hat for that ♪

♪ A boater with a narrow brim ♪

♪ That sprays out gas Very grim ♪

♪ A beanie with a map for the explorer ♪

♪ A driving cap for getaways That navigates the motorways ♪

♪ But you look like a fan of the fedora ♪

If it ain't broken, no need to fix it.