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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?

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?

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.

But I am so going to win.

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 ♪

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?

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.

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.

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?

Unauthorized attire.

Agent P? In my shop?

Is it my birthday?

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

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.

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?

Oh, listen to me rambling on.

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.

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?

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.

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.

Mine. Mine. Hat's mine!

Oh, now, this is exciting.

That's my touchdown topper.

Gives new meaning to the term "bug spray."

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?

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.

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.

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?

Ah!

Oh, great.

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."

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?

Be seeing you, Agent P.

Ooh, happy birthday!

♪ Perry ♪

Ugh! Oh!

Why did I think that would taste good?