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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 nanobots 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! ♪

♪ So stick with us 'cause Phineas and Ferb are gonna do it all! ♪

Mom, Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence!

Hello, Buford, I hear you are under the weather

and I have just the thing to cheer you up.

Ugh, not that lame sci-fi show you obsess over,

- Space Adventure. - It got me through hoof and mouth disease.

And I have already downloaded my favorite episode.

Hard pass! I'd rather wallow in misery.

Too bad. You are a captive audience and cannot leave.

Here goes!

Diary of Captain Dirk Mortinson.

I am taking the USS Minotaur

into the evil Honey Badger Empire

to steal the plans of their latest space station,

the dreaded Spiky Ring.

Status report, Navigator, uh...

Cadet Sophia Sharkboard, Captain.

Right! Welcome aboard.

You've met everyone? Second in command,

the fierce and determined Lieutenant Zarna.

Nosh, the 17th best pilot in the galaxy.

Oh, right, 19th.

And there's our security officer, Lamond,

master of the profound mystical arts of Schlufbaum's Luck.

Nice to meet you, but this is a mistake.

I'm just an intern, I shouldn't be navigating--

Calm down, newb, you got decent grades and we need a navigator. Case closed.

Now, status report, Newbie Navigator.

Uh, we are approaching the Honey Badger home planet.

Deploy the Harmless Asteroid Camouflage.

We'll take a shuttle and sneak aboard the command station

where they keep their secret plans.

Nosh, Zarna, Lamond, you're with me.

BSL-4, you're in charge.

Okay, only one officer between us and the plans.

We've got to take him out quietly.

Zarna! Not again.

Three times since we snuck aboard is enough.

Plus I think you enjoy it a little too much.

I enjoy it just enough, thank you.

You have a problem. Lamond, try using those powers of yours to knock him out

- with something. - I don't think I can, sir.

You can do it.

My stuff!

What the--

Thank goodness for my patented Mortinson chop.

I'm in. Accessing plans.

Captain, their first target is listed here.

It's... Earth.

Earth? Again?

Of all the planets in the galaxy, of which there are many,

why is always Earth?

Okay, we gotta get these plans to Space Fleet so they can find the weakness

and stop that spike. Let's go!

Hey! You janitors aren't supposed to be in here.

Go ahead.

Newbie Navigator, any time they've detected the Minotaur?

- None, sir. - Set a course for Earth, Nosh.

Oh, I just thought of something really cool

- We can do right now. - Not that!

Execute the galaxy-famous Mortinson Victory Fly-By.

We got your plans. Bite me, Honey Badgers.

Wait, they got away undetected! Why would he do that?

Because it was cool.

I think we lost the Honey Badgers. Mission accomplished.

Was that really necessary?

You're not still carrying on about the Mortinson Victory Fly-By, are you?

You know us Earth men, we gotta celebrate life's wins.

Lamond, can you sense if the Honey... Argh!

Hey! I thought we talked about you keeping those rocks on the bridge.

I'm sorry, sir, I'm still learning the ways of Schlufbaum's Luck.

Okay. See if you can use that Schlufbaum's Luck of yours

to detect the Honey Badgers' fleet out there.

- I will try, sir. - Why not use the ship's sensors?

Lieutenant Zarna, Schlufbaum's Luck is a power

that goes back to when the universe was young.

We can't turn our backs on it.

Already picking up the incoming Honey Badger fleet.

- Do you sense the Honey Badger fleet? - No.

Sensors read 20 Honey Badger ships...

I am sensing evil.

But the universe is a dangerous place, Captain.

- I kind of sense evil all the time. - ...now.

Sir, I'm sensing the Honey Badger fleet approaching.

Nice work, Lamond.

Captain Dirk Mortinson.

- Lamond! - Sorry, sir.

He's not here in the room.

Commander Urgh, what can I do for you?

Captain! Your crazy maneuvers scared the dickens out of our techs.

I should blow your ship to bits.

But I'll cancel that and the spike launch

if you just apologize.

Commander Urgh, you don't apologize for doing something cool.

Mortinson, you fool, you have 49 seconds to reconsider apologizing

or we're blowing your ship to bits.

Not gonna happen.

Captain, couldn't we try firing all our space torpedoes

and take our chances escaping?

No, we could fire all our space torpedoes,

but their shielding is too strong and would only anger them.

Nosh! Did you fire all our space torpedoes at them?

Nosh, did you?

It says here we have zero torpedoes left.

No, Nosh,

I don't think we forgot to bring torpedoes on the mission.

That's what you get for firing on us, Captain.

Now prepare to be destroyed.

You may have 49 seconds to say goodbye to your crew.

Or maybe, you could just say sorry to these two

and we could forget the whole thing.

Not gonna happen.

We've got to get these plans to Earth.

Chief Engineer Hondu, engine status.

I'm doing what I can to repair them,

but that last sonic blast damaged our engines.

We won't outrun them.

Then we'll have to escape using a core so dangerous

the Honey Badger fleet wouldn't dare follow.

Newbie Navigator! Set course 23/49-23.

But, Captain, that will take us through--

That's right, Newbie Navigator.

The giant space worms nebula.

Nosh, full engines, go!

The Honey Badgers are slowing down.

Captain, I'm counting a lot of giant space worms.

We are sure to be eaten.

If we hold this steady course, we might slide through unnoticed.

Captain, can we use the laser cannons on it?

The outer layer of the worm is too strong.

The only things effective against them are space torpedoes!

Lamond, can you use your Schlufbaum's Luck telepathy

to tell the space worm we mean no harm?

I will try, sir.

Making... contact...

- Oops. - "Oops"?

Well, it might have heard me think that it should not eat the ship

because it's already too fat.

I'm so very sorry, Captain. I just...

Master, when will I learn to control my thoughts?

Lamond, I thought we talked about having space ghosts on my bridge.

We're gonna have to escape using a course so dangerous

the Honey Badger fleet and space worms wouldn't dare follow.

Newbie Navigator! Set course 23/42-27.

But, Captain,

that will take us straight through--

That's right, Newbie Navigator.

The giant razor crystal asteroids with volcanos nebula.

The Honey Badgers and space worms are slowing down, Captain.

Look, Captain!

It's some kind of hidden city.

My word! It's the Merlonian Ambush.

Nosh! No, no, no! Stop firing, stop!

"Ambush" is the Merlonian word for "hidden city."

The Merlonians are mostly harmless.

Captain, I'm reading 50 Merlonian warships powering up engines.

Mostly.

For five minutes. Don't push your luck or it'll be ten.

I sure hope the Scorpion Collective doesn't learn of this.

- Why not, Captain? - They hate the Merlonians

and vowed to be the ones to destroy them.

If they even heard that we shot at them, it would be--

Picking up the entire Scorpion Collective fleet heading straight at us.

- How could they even-- - Better look at this, Captain.

Nosh!

Okay. We're gonna have to plot a course so doubly insane dangerous

that none of them would dare follow us.

Newbie Navigator, new course. 47/54.11.

Uh, I'm not familiar with that course.

That's right, Newbie Navigator.

The Calarian Nebula of 17 suns and 14 black holes.

If we fly through at the precise course,

the immense gravitational forces should accelerate us beyond Lightspeed 12

and shoot us straight for Earth.

This is going to be a super-duper crazy maneuver.

Raise the Ultimate Control Stick.

You can tell it's a really good one because it has a light inside.

Gravitational forces going past Level 10!

This may have been a mistake!

- Woo-hoo! - Huzzah!

We're through, sir. Traveling at Lightspeed 22 on our way to Earth.

This is Captain Dirk Mortinson calling Lunar Landing Control.

- Request to land. - Let me guess.

- Coming in hot? - Comin' in hot.

Another successful mission.

Any sign of our pursuers?

What's left of the sensors say there's something big coming in.

Looks like the gravitational pull of that last nebula

coalesced our pursuers into a... what would you call that shape?

A giant spike.

Okay, maybe the Mortinson Victory Fly-By wasn't a good idea.

♪ Space adventure... ♪

Wait a minute! What happened to that spikey thing?

What happened to the Earth?

All will be answered in the next episode.

Okay, okay. You're strong and cocky and dominating like Captain Dirk.

Just play the next one, please?

As you wish.

♪ Space Adventure is calling you ♪

♪ So put on your space face and make your way to the stars ♪

♪ On our space adventure ♪

♪ It's an adventure in space ♪

♪ 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.

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?

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.

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... 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...

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

The emissaries are here. Mitsi!

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.

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.

Turn coming! Everybody lean left.

Your left or doonkleberry left?

That is the same direction!

You should've been more clear.

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. You're trapped!

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

into a delicious gooey chocolate chip cookie

but-- 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...

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!

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!

What went wrong?

It tastes like chocolate.

It's not dry or discouraging at all.

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.

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?

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?

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.

This song montage is taking longer than I thought.

I hope those emissaries haven't left yet.

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?

World's largest droogen, coming right up.

Ooh!

Ready the jackhammers!

Nice! Now to get it toasted.

- Here goes nothing. - 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?

- 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.

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.

♪ Droogen, droogen, droogen, droogen ♪

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

♪ Droogen, droogen, droogen, droogen ♪

- ♪ Droogen, droogen fest ♪ - Ja!