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♪ The origins of this festival are from an era feudal ♪

♪ Traditions practiced in the past ♪

♪ Were painful gross and brutal ♪

♪ But now it's mostly baking that's the whole kit and caboodle ♪

♪ So sit back down and have yourself a plate of droogen strudel ♪

♪ The emissaries will be here to put it to the test ♪

♪ And droogen can be difficult to cook and to digest ♪

♪ But if our recipe is flawless then they're bound to be impressed ♪

♪ Here at Droogen, Droogen Droogen, Droogen, Droogen Droogen Fest ♪

♪ Here at Droogen, Droogen Droogen, Droogen, Droogen Droogen, Droogen ♪

♪ Droogen, Droogen, Droogen, Droogen, Droogen Droogen Fest, ja! ♪

Okay, listen up, ladies.

The Mayor has tasked us, Troop 46231,

with baking the official droogen strudel for the tasting today.

The key to making droogen strudel is the raisin-like

dried doonkleberries called the droogen.

Now, there are going to be actual

Drusselsteinian emissaries here at the fair.

And these emissaries are real sticklers about their droogen strudels,

so no distractions.

Every fiber of our full attention must be laser focused on this task.

I wonder what Phineas and Ferb are up to?

I present to you the world's largest doonkleberry.

Wow. I never thought the process of growing a berry that big

would be so disgusting.

Mom!

The droogen folks will love it.

Now we just have to get it there.

It seems too heavy for an airlift.

Perhaps if we had two trucks attached side by side--

Or, we could just roll it there.

Now those are some transportation logistics that I can get behind.

[car horns honking]

Ha! "Two trucks attached side by side."

How foolish could I be!

Hey! Where's Perry?

Come on, come on, come on!

And back in the house we go.

Agent P, Doofenshmirtz has been spotted at Droogen Fest.

He's probably just there to celebrate--

Or he could try and interfere with the droogen strudel tasting.

Our entire economy depends on establishing trade with the Drusselsteinians.

- Seriously? - Yes.

If anything goes wrong,

the Tri-State Area may have to sell off one of the state areas.

Leaving just a bi-state area? [shudders]

What are you waiting for, Agent P? Go after him!

Do you know how bad it looks when you know something that I don't?

Never know something that I don't.

Now, Carl, where did I put my keys?

I don't know.

Looks great, ladies! Everything is going without a hitch.

[Dr. Doofenshmirtz] Hey, I'm Drusselsteinian. I deserve to be here.

And that sounds like a hitch waiting to happen.

Tasting room is for bakers and emissaries only.

I'm just here to... help, yeah, help, definitely not evil.

What are you doing here, Dr. Doofenshmirtz?

Um... [clears throat] Have we met?

Yes.

Wait, wait, I got it, I got it. Are you my dentist?

What? No! You seriously don't remember me?

We borrowed your spaceship and traversed an alien planet?

First of all, it's a galactic travelernator,

not a spaceship.

We even did that whole song sequence together.

Oh, did it go a little something like... [begins to sing]

- Yes! - Nope, doesn't ring a bell.

The emissaries are here. Mitsi!

[cracks knuckles] You! Leave now.

But I wanted to help with the baking process.

No, thanks! This baking patch ain't for nothing.

This is perfect place for festival, ja?

Which is very disappointing, hmm?

All festivals in Drusselstein are set four miles west

of the perfect place to put them.

[scoffing] Shriveled man not shriveled enough.

And where Droogy? Dancing mascot?

I pre-pay for meet and greet.

Well, I think you are going to love the droogen strudel we made.

I fast for weeks for this tasting of droogen strudel.

I missed my child's birthday for this.

I missed my own wedding.

You've got this, Isabella.

[barking]

Turn coming! Everybody lean left.

Your left or doonkleberry left?

That is the same direction!

You should've been more clear.

[Phineas] No, no, Buford!

Aw, looks like we're taking the scenic route.

Ah, Perry the Platypus. You're just in time.

Let's squeeze in a quick ride while I monologue. Oh.

Pull on the yellow tab. [cackles] You're trapped!

Anyway, you know that feeling when you think you're biting

into a delicious gooey chocolate chip cookie

but-- [gasps] it's actually a gross oatmeal raisin cookie instead?

That's how I feel about droogens.

Seriously. Droogens have a very discouraging flavor.

I left Drusselstein just to get away from that stuff.

My tragic childhood and all those backstories,

I can put up with that stuff.

But droogens, that is where I draw the line.

But, I digress.

Every day, I digress.

I go off topic and just ramble.

Look, look! I'm doing it right now.

Right now I'm digressing. Anyway...

Behold! My droogen chocolate swapinator!

With this, I'll swap out all the droogens in a one-mile radius for chocolate.

Then all those little droogen lovers will know my pain...

Hey, tampering with the yellow tab is a safety viola... [screams]

Okay, this droogen strudel is going to knock your rockenhosen off.

Taste my bitter dark chocolatey wrath!

Wait, these droogens look awfully chocolatey.

Does that mean... Mmm! [chomps]

Oh, the shriveled man is chocolate!

The droogens are gone!

My plan worked! Wow, what is this weird feeling?

Is this getting a win?

'Cause I could get used to this!

[choking, clears throat] What went wrong?

[spits] It tastes like chocolate.

It's not dry or discouraging at all.

[scoffs] Where are the droogens?

No contract for you. We'll return to Drusselstein.

Hey! That's our stuff.

You waste our time, we take your stuff. Mmm-hmm.

But we followed the recipe to a T. What went wrong?

It worked, Perry the Platypus! It worked.

[phone pinging]

Ladies and gentlemen, I am sad to report

our trade agreement with Drusselstein has failed.

It looks like we'll have to sell off one of our state areas.

Now is time to panic.

Sell a state area?

That just leaves a bi-state area.

I'm not taking over some lousy bi-state area.

Argh! Please don't cancel the contract, you're making a big mistake.

No droogen strudel, no contract.

Argh! This is all your fault.

If you hadn't broken my inator I could reverse all this.

I'm gonna try to fix the droogen strudel, you go stall those emissaries.

You too? So it wasn't just me.

All the droogens in the festival are now chocolate.

Chocolate? This is a lot less discouraging.

Hey, dentist girl!

I don't know what you want, but I don't have time.

I'm not here to beef. We need new strudel and I'm here to help.

Help? You?

[scoffs] You couldn't even remember who I am.

I remembered who you were, but I pretended not to

'cause last time we worked together you showed me up a little.

But right now you are the only one who can make a good droogen strudel.

So will you work with me? For the good of the Tri-State Area?

- Please? - [sighs in exasperation]

Okay. But if we're doing this, we're doing it Isa style

We are making the ultimate droogen strudel,

the biggest one they've ever seen!

Ooh, sounds like you're going to need a big oven.

- I can take care of that. - Now we just need droogens.

But they've all turned to chocolate.

Did somebody say droogens?

- We got this big doonkleberry. - And we saw what happened to the festival.

Uh, we could build a device to concentrate sunlight

and dry the doonkleberry instantly.

- Perfect! Come on, girls, and pharmacist. - Hey!

We've got some droogen strudel to bake.

[♪ upbeat music playing]

This song montage is taking longer than I thought.

I hope those emissaries haven't left yet.

[emissary] Coming up. Prepare to depart.

Wait! It cannot be!

Doogy, the dancing droogen!

His dry, discouraging antics have delighted me since I was wee child.

Hmm, let us hold briefly to enjoy this marvel.

How's it coming, Phineas?

[Phineas] World's largest droogen, coming right up.

[all] Ooh!

Ready the jackhammers!

[hammering]

Nice! Now to get it toasted.

- Here goes nothing. - [Norm] Is this what eating feels like?

Ding! Now I have experienced the whole cycle of digestion.

It looks good. But will it hold up to the taste test?

[munching]

[girl screams]

- Oh, no! - No, it's authentic.

I just still hate droogen.

I seriously hope I never have to work with you ever again.

Um, how are we going to get this to the emissaries?

It could be a real transportation logistics problem.

Ah, it's a good thing I drove here in two trucks attached side by side.

- Seriously? - Adulting!

Well, 45-minutes is enough, ja?

Let us cease our brief holding.

Wait! Don't go. We've got one more droogen strudel for you to try.

A droogen strudel of this size? I have never seen the likes before.

Hmm, mmm. The droogens are delightfully discouraging.

This droogen strudel is acceptable.

We shall sign contract.

[bleating]

[grunting]

The Drusselsteinians have signed the contract.

The Tri-State Area shall remain whole.

The dream is back, baby!

You know, in retrospect, I should've never used

my droogen chocolate swapinator in the first place.

What! You mean, this was your fault the whole time?

This isn't over.

Okay, ladies, I think we've more than earned these

"preventing an international incident" patches.

Hey, what about me? I helped. Do I get a patch, too?

I think the "good job cleaning up your own mess" patch suits you perfectly.

Also, I was not joking about mistaking you for my dentist.

You guys are really... it's eerie.

Okay, time for your root canal.

[♪ rock music playing]

♪ Droogen, droogen, droogen, droogen ♪

♪ Droogen, droogen, droogen, droogen... ♪

[song continues]

[song intensifies]

[inhales]

♪ Droogen, droogen, droogen, droogen ♪

- ♪ Droogen, droogen fest ♪ - Ja!