Phineas and Ferb s02e37 Episode Script
Phineas and Ferb's Christmas Vacation (15 min)
by ashirogi27 There are two wondrous weeks for our winter vacation Before New Years and school comes to end it So the holiday challenge for kids of all nations Is finding a good way to spend it Ah, Christmas Eve.
It was a great idea to climb back into bed this morning.
Oh! I almost forgot! Helmets! All set? Let's do this thing.
Like maybe Turning our beds into dual toboggans, And sliding down a ski jump tower! Building a snowman the size of Colossus, Or giving a yeti a shower! (Fa, la, la, la!) Staging a snowball fight With giant catapults, And snow angels that really fly! Rocking a Christmas carol, Wrapping a present, Or just shoveling snow off the drive! Well, they can't all be fun.
As you can see there's a whole lot of stuff to do before school starts next year So stick with us 'Cause Phineas and Ferb are gonna spread some Christmas cheer! So stick with us 'Cause Phineas and Ferb are gonna spread some Christmas cheer! Mom! Phineas and Ferb are making a Christmas special! We're slowing down.
I SEE WHY DOGS ENJOY THIS SENSATION! Delayed! What do you mean delayed? Candace, honey, the snow storm has delayed your grandparents' plane.
Your father and I have to wait here at the airport until they arrived.
It may be hours But I need your help! Stacy told me that Marcus told her that Jeremy told him that he got the perfect gift for me! Oh, no.
How will you manage? Mom, think! If Jeremy found the perfect gift for me, then I have to find the perfect gift for him! I thought you already got a gift for Jeremy.
I did, but I can't show up with an obvious, stupid present that anyone could've gotten him.
The perfect gift means that you totally get the other person in the most deep and paying-attention-y way.
If his gift to me is perfect and my gift to him isn't, he's gonna be so hurt and insulted, and think I'm lame, and thoughtless, and he'll stop liking me! Oh, Candace, honey, I don't think You poor thing.
Forgive me, boys.
What are your brothers up to? Not a thing.
Which is weird.
What are they up to? Love you, Mom, gotta run, bye! Plow! House! We're coming in too fast! Those two are so busted! For lolly-gagging in bed? That's not like you two.
We've been working on a way to seize the day, while also not having to get out of bed so early.
I think we can cross that one off our To-Do List.
Let me see that.
What is this? Number one was write letters to Santa.
What, did you start this To-Do List when you were three years old?! We write letters to Santa Claus every year.
Don't you? Letters to Santa?! That's for little kids! Santa's not just for little kids, Candace.
Okay, fine.
Let's assume there is a Santa Claus.
Well of course there is.
There's been a ton of reported sightings.
Oregon, 1978.
Northern Scotland, 1954.
The so-called Santa Cloth found in Istanbul, 1912.
Santa's one of our biggest heroes.
Talk about making the most out of one day.
Imagine, flying around the whole world, delivering toys and gifts to everybody in one night.
Ferb and I have done some cool stuff in our time, but that, that's something else.
Again, let's assume there is a Santa Claus.
He's got it easy.
The hard part is trying to figure out what to get people when they don't write you a letter, telling you exactly what they want most.
And by "people", I mean "Jeremy", and by "you", I mean "me".
And uh No, the rest is pretty much literal.
Well, I'm sure Jeremy would get exactly what he wanted.
If he wrote his own letter to Santa.
Letters to Santa?! Wow.
That's for little kids.
She's lapped us.
Wait, that's it! I'll trick Jeremy into writing a letter to Santa, so I can sneak a peek and learn what he wants straight from the horse's mouth.
And by "mouth", I mean "pen", and by "horse", I mean "Jeremy".
And, yeah, we're good.
Or you could ask him directly what he wants to avoid any unnecessary complications.
Ah, you are such a child sometimes.
You know, Ferb, just think of all the wonderful things Santa does for us, and he never asks for anything in return.
Wait, that's it! Ferb, are you thinking what I'm thinking? As usual, we'reâ Oh! Ugh! Man, no, that's not at all what I was thinking! Oh, dude! Oh, yeah.
That's it.
I'll call in the troops, you wonder where Perry is.
Fa la la la la la La la la la la la Fa la la la la la la! Hello! Wintertime's fun! Follow me! Come on! Follow me! Plow! Ah, Agent P, there you are.
Merry Christmas.
Oh great, you brought snacks.
Wintertime's fun.
Follow me! Secret Santa time.
Agent P.
Ah, here you are.
Oh, a "Sal Tuscany Christmas".
You lucked out, Agent P.
Your secret Santa has exquisite taste.
Criminy, Carl.
It's supposed to be a secret Santa.
What? No! I didn't get it for him.
Huh, right.
No, really I didn't! The more you protest, the more we know you gave it to him.
Fine! Think what you want! Whatever! Huh.
Okay, Scrooge.
We got it.
Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Sorry Agent P.
Iâ I guess evil never takes a holiday.
If you'll direct your attention to the screen.
Good morning Agent, P.
A wise man once saidâ eyes on the screen.
A wise man once said, "Evil never takes a holiday".
We don't know what Doofenshmirtz is up to.
But he's evil, it's Christmasâ Evil people hate Christmas.
It's a cliche.
Sad cliche.
Good luck, Agent P, and Merry Christmas.
Carl! Stop filming your butt.
Film mine.
It's a party! Woo-hey! Hello? Happy Christmas Eve, my little drummer boy.
Hey, Candace.
You know I don't play drums.
I play guitar.
I know silly-billy.
So, what'cha doin'? Not sleeping anymore.
How 'bout you? I just thought it was the perfect day to show some Christmas spirit.
Like when you were young and wrote letters to Santaâ Would you keep that lame junk away from my window?! I'm sorry, what was I saying? Writing letters to Santa Claus? Letters to Sâ Oh! Brilliant idea.
Let's get together and write letters to Santa, and be very specific, within a reasonable price range.
For fun.
I'll be over in a bit.
Candace, this isn't one of these thingâ He doesn't suspect a thing.
Awesome! Phase one complete.
Hey, guys.
Cool clubhouse.
Oh, no.
This is not how you would say, a "clubhouse".
This is the ultimate rest and relaxation lounge, perfectly tailored to the jolly, rubenesque world traveler.
It's a rest stop for Santa.
Oh, I see.
Oh, why did you not just say that? Highlights include Sauna, massage table, satellite television, elliptical machine to work off all the milk and cookies, milk and cookies, reindeer feeding station, and of course, beard purifier.
But, this is only the beginning.
Remember when you wrote letters to Santa asking him for presents? Yes.
Letters to Santa?! Did you always get the presents you asked for? Pretty much, yes! Of course.
Now, did you ever write a thank-you note to Santa? Well, no.
Butâ Nobody ever toldâ No.
Well, I think it's time someone did something cool for Santa to show him we appreciate everything he does for us.
So, we're gonna turn the entire city of Danville into a giant, shimmering thank-you card to Santa Claus.
So, what you're saying is, it's not a clubhouse.
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated! Ah, Perry the Platypus.
I have a present for you.
And by "present," of course, I mean "trap.
" Aw, look how festive you are.
Wait, wait, hold on! And a partridge on a Perry the Platypus! Now, Perry the Platypus, behold! The Naughty-inator! When activated, the naughty nectar in these giant glass cylinders will create a massive charged cloud of pure naughtiness.
When Santa then makes his list, and checks it twice, everyone in the Tri-State Area will appear to be naughty instead of nice! And no nice equals no Santa equals no Christmas! There's just one tiny, little blemish on my otherwise perfect plan.
Iâ Don't actually have a problem with Christmas.
There's no tragic holiday-related back-story in my past.
Christmas was always fine growing up.
It wasn't great, it wasn't horrible.
You see, unlike every other evil scientist, I don't hate Christmas.
There are plenty of other holidays I can't stand.
For example Wait, wait, hold on.
I-I can't get thisâ Uh, for example (Song: "I Really Don't Hate Christmas") You see Valentine's is torture And my birthday is a mess New Year's is a lot of noise, and Arbor Day's a pest Halloween's a horror but I guess I must confess That I really don't hate Christmas! You see Flag Day is infernal, April Fool's is just a bore Mardi Gras a waste, unless you own a candy store All these other holidays I can admit that I abhor But I really don't hate Christmas! Now, it isn't that I like it, all the most I feel ambivalence But should I really just destroy it? I'll admit that I'm still on the fence It makes me tense! From the evil scientist community I'm sure to get ejected But for Christmas I can't seem to summon any true invective Because what is there to hate? I mean, it's really so subjective No, I really don't hate Christmas! I hate puppy dogs and kittens, I hate flowers in the spring Heck, I even hate the sunshine and the birdies when they sing I can work up animosity for almost anything Tell me why I don't hate Christmas! Though my childhood was atrocious, Christmas never was that bad, you see So the most that I can muster is complete and total apathy What's wrong with me? How can I prove that I'm an evil villain worth his salt When with a holiday so jolly I can't even find a fault? If I didn't feel ambiguous I'd launch a big assault But I really don't hate Christmas! Oh, what the heck.
Kickline! No, I really No, I really don't hate Christmas! I have an intense burning indifference! I didn't even create the Naughty-inator myself because I compulsively, obsessively, just couldn't be bothered.
Nah, the plans were mailed to me from Borneo where my Uncle Justin is rumored to be in hiding.
It's really a sweet gift, but how can I destroy Christmas without having a good reason? Well, I guess I have no choice.
But to sit and wait for a reason.
Alright everyone, I want to thank you all for helping.
Grab yourself some decorations, and let's get our grateful on.
(Song: That Christmas Feeling) We're hanging the star above our tree And don't it look lovely? The lights and the tinsel sparkling for you! I got that Christmas feeling I take it everywhere I go And make that Christmas feeling grow! So warm by the fireplace we glow All cozy and happy Hang all the stockings in a row with you! I got that Christmas feeling I take it everywhere I go! And make that Christmas feeling grow It feels like Christmas (Christmas) Christmas (Christmas) Come on, I know you don't want to miss this! Let's make that Christmas feeling grow Oh! Let's make that Christmas feeling grow! Got that Christmas feeling Tricked Jeremy into writing a letter to Santa Yeah, yeah it's that old Christmas feeling Singing what I'm doing Yeah, yeah Hello, my little red nosed reindeer.
Ready to write our letters to Santa? Hey.
In a minute, Candace.
I'm right in the middle here.
I was thinking maybe you could help me finish decorating.
First.
No! It'll be too late! The stores will all be closed! And by "stores", I mean "the post office", and "by buying a gift", I mean "mailing the letters".
You didn't say "buying a gift".
Oh, good.
That would've been a dead giveaway.
Hey, everyone! The next decoration delivery is here! The tinsel! Wha- Wait! Come back! Our letters! We have to write them quickly! I already licked the stamps! You know, all I really want for Christmas is the ability to hate Christmas.
Is that too much to ask? Hmm Were you expecting someone? We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year Ah, yes.
Now bring us some figgy pudding See, how can you hate Christmas listening to that? Now bring us some figgy pudding Thatâ That can be very.
Now bring us some figgy pudding Uh, "bring us figgy pudding.
" And bring some right here Well, you could say, please.
But you know whatever great.
We won't go until we get some Figgy pudding.
We won't go until we get some We won't go until we get some So bring some right here Whoa! What?! We won't go until we get some A-Are you threatening me? We won't go until we get some How dare you! We won't go until we get some No one barges into my home and demand desserts.
So bring some right here What sort of plan is that anyway? Let's go to a stranger's house and in a song form, refuse to leave unless he hands over a fruit dish no one's prepared since the 16th century.
Well, if that's how things are, I have my reasons to push this button.
So long, Christmas! You're Feliz Navi-dead to me! See? It's aâ Uh, it was Spanish.
'Tis the season to be naughty! Can I at least get a diet soda? Hmm What have we here? Ooh! Tsk! Tsk! Oh, Blay'n.
Oop! What have you there? Oh, bunch of last minute naughties.
It's a shame, huh, Clewn't? Kids! They get worse every year.
Ungrateful littleâ I'm going to sit in the dark and mumble to myself.
He wasn't always that way.
In fact, he used to love kids.
In fact, he used to be where the action is.
Toy making.
In fact, he was the fastest, best toy-maker of 'em all.
In fact, they used to call him "Clewn't, the fastest, best toy-maker of 'em all.
" Though, they just called him "Clewn't" for short, which also happens to be his name, so the nickname thing was a kind of a moot point.
In fact "Just go up and talk to the first person you see.
That's how you make friends.
" I'm never going to another seminar.
Okay, listen, you twerps.
Your ridiculous efforts to thank Santa Claus are getting in the way of my ridiculous efforts to get Jeremy into writing a letter to Santa Claus.
So why don't youâ Hey, what's with the clouds? Whoa! Is it me, or does the sky look really dark and ominous, as if its foreshadowing events which will have a negative impact on our lives.
I'm sorry, kids.
Looks like everyone in Danville got a return on their letters to Santa.
They've all been stamped "naughty".
What? Hey, Candace! Look! I did it.
I wrote a letter to Santa saying in great detail what gift I want most.
Cool! Thank you my Little Town of Bethlehem.
I'll just hold onto that for you.
Oh, I'll take that buddy.
Huh? Maybe you'll have better luck with Santa than your friends.
Butâ Butâ Ugh! Santa thinks everyone in Danville's been naughty? Now, that's just nonsense.
Butâ But, how can that be? Oh, well, let's see.
What's different this year than last year? Oh, I know! You went out and got everyone in Danville involved in one of your off-the-cuff, harebrained schemes.
You think this could be my fault? Oh, who can say, really? But, y'know, sometimes, we do naughty things without ever having any idea they're naughty.
Sometimes, we do an entire summer's worth of them.
Could this be true? Oh, no I mean, how couldâ Well, I guess itâ I am cold.
Maybe.
This is Gordon Gutsofanemu reporting from the Googolplex Mall here in downtown Danville.
The Christmas spirit is all but banished, ever since Santa Claus stamped the big red "naughty" across this once nice city.
It was all a bad dream! Christmas wasn't cancelled! Phineas! No matter how many times you try that, it's not going to work.
Maybe if I hadn't gotten out of bed today, I wouldn't have done the things Santa thought was naughty.
So, what? Are you gonna stay here for the rest of your life? Why not? Well, for one, the mall closes in twenty minutes.
I don't see what everyone's so worried about.
I got this system, see? You act any way you want all year long, but then right before Christmas, you do one big selfless act of kindness and Santa will wipe your slate clean.
Works like a charm.
Really? So, I might still have my one big Christmas wish come true? Maybe.
Are you not going to ask me what my Christmas wish is? Nope.
It'll only make me wanna hurt you, which will counteract my one act of kindness.
All I want is one sweet, special Christmas kiss under the mistletoe.
I'm outta here.
Not from you! From a pretty girl! Do not flatter yourself! We won't go until we get some We won't go until we get some Ugh! We won't go until we get some Don't you guys see what's going on out there? So bring some right here Game over! Your plan failed! We won't go until we get some There's no figgy pudding! We won't go until we get some There's no Christmas! You can all just go home! We won't go until we get some It's a principle of a thing Ugh! Come on, guys.
Let's do "but, it's Christmas, Becky".
You got to get over me, Josh! Okay, bye.
I gotta get home.
Suzy's pretty upset about Santa not coming.
But, wait, no! Let's do some last minute window shopping.
Candace, tell me what's wrong.
I can't read your mind.
Yes, you can.
That's the problem.
I don't understand.
What is it you want from me? Oh, right! Like you need me to tell you that.
The question is, what do you want from me? I just want you to tell me what you want.
Fine! I just want you to tell me what you want.
I don't want anything.
Nothing? Oh, right! Yours is perfect, and I show up with nothing.
Do you want me to look like a total monster?! Candace, that doesn't even make any sense.
It's just that I think you're perfect, Jeremy.
So, I don't understand why you want to make me feel like I'm not.
Candace, you should know me better than that.
Look.
I have to go home.
Oh, how did this go so wrong? (Song: Where Did We Go Wrong?) How could we be naughty when I thought we'd been so nice? Could we have been blinded to some little hidden vice? Did our visions of sugarplums not dance like they should? I'm rackin' my brain here, I really thought we were good I know you've got that list And I know you check it twice But could you check it again 'cause it seems to me We were all pretty nice All except for Buford, 'cause he's got that whole "last minute reprieve" theory.
It's gonna work.
You watch.
Where did we go wrong? Please tell me Where did we go wrong? Where did we go Won't somebody tell me Where did we go wrong? No! Y-You know what? Iâ I can't except this.
I know Danville, and Danville is not naughty.
We have to get a message to the North Pole to let them know there's been some sort of mistake.
But, how do we do that? Yes, they're not even answering our mail.
Wait! I've got an idea.
Ferb, I know what else we're gonna do today.
The North Pole? Well, I hate to tell you this Phineas, but WJOP only reaches the greater Danville area.
We just don't have a very powerful transmitter.
You leave that to us.
(Song: Danville for Niceness) Everybody's saying we're naughty It's getting really hard to take So we've come to let the whole world know there must have been a mistake So if Santa and his elves can hear us We hope we've been clear and concise In the verses vice versus us Vice versa, us versus vice.
Danville is very nice Santa, please Check your list more than twice Guaranteed! Danville is very nice Danville.
What's he talking about? Let me see that list of last minute naughties.
Santa, please They're all from the same place.
Check your list more than twice Hmm We've got to get to the bottom of this.
We won't go until we get some Uh We won'tâ Uh, guys.
Uh, lookâ uh Don't hate me, but Iâ I went into the kitchen to get some almond brittle Love it! and lo and behold it turns out I did have figgy pudding.
Quite a bit, actually.
Iâ I guess this whole thing was pretty easily resolved.
I feel kinda sheepish that I'm making such a big deal.
Anyway, here.
Figgy pudding.
Come on, guys.
Our work here is done.
Bye, bye now.
Thanks for the evil motivation for destroying Christmas! Well, that was fun at least.
What do you think the chances are that anyone in the North Pole saw that? Hello, hello, hello! I'd say pretty good.
So, what's all this business about Danville, then? What's this? A Sal Tuscany Christmas? Score! What a perfect way to enjoy the last several hours before Christmas officially doesn't come.
We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas Alright! Y-You know, this one's really grown on me.
We wish you a Merry Christmas And a happâ So, that's what happened.
Do you think it could be a mistake? A whole city deemed naughty at once.
I've never seen anything like it.
Huh? Oh, hey, Candace.
These are two of Santa's elves.
You've gotta be kidding me.
Blay'n, Clewn't, this is my sister.
Ah, yes, Candace Flynn.
You know who I am? No, that's not a good thing.
They're here trying to figure out why Danville was branded naughty.
Well, maybe everyone did something naughty.
No, it doesn't work that way.
You see, everyone does naughty things from time to time but that's different from being a naughty person.
You see, Santa's very forgiving.
Oh, jolly to a fault, if you ask me.
Well, something is definitely screwy around here.
According to these readings as if the city itself is misbehaving.
Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh, Agent P.
Uh-oh! It turns out Carl was lying about getting you that Sal Tuscany CD.
I never said I got it for him.
Quiet, Carl! Haven't you caused enough harm? Your "so-called" Secret Santa must've somehow infiltrated the agency.
And, uhâ Until we get to the bottom of it, whatever you do, do not play that CD.
Boy, this Sal Tuscany guy is good.
Let me crank it up some more.
That's what Christmas is for! Christmas cannot be destroyed! Not even by a Naughty-inator! What theâ? How did heâ? Okay, so we'll have Christmas.
I simply don't care.
Curse my intensely burning apathy towards Chriâ Oh, it is hopeless.
I am never going to get my special mistletoe Christmas kiss.
Ah! And I'm never going to get to my one great act of kindness.
Those were long johns.
What about you, Isabella? Isn't there some big Christmas wish that you're afraid will never come true? Oh.
Um, we don't celebrate Christmas.
But I got the coolest stuff for Hanukkah.
Eight straight days of dreams come true.
I mean I'm with you guys.
Boo, no Christmas.
Come on, guys.
Do we really seem like bad kids? No, no, you're all good kids.
Yes.
I knew your heart will lead you to the truth.
No, a-actually the meter suddenly gave you a "nice" reading.
Yeah! "Nice"! "Nice"! Everywhere! Everyone, "nice".
Um Except for him.
Sorry.
Well, that's great.
All you have to do is tell Santa and Christmas is back on, right? Uh Um, it's not that simple.
You see, Santa's already left.
The elves loaded the sleigh and map out his route, it's too late now.
Santa's not coming to Danville.
It's too late now.
Santa's not coming to Danville.
Well, that doesn't seem fair.
What are you gonna do about it? Me? Him? Yeah, him.
You saw his file.
Ferb, I know a third thing we're gonna do today.
We're gonna save Christmas.
Who's in? Me.
I'm in.
Me too! I guess I'm in too.
Yay! Blay'n, dust off my toy-making gloves.
I've found a reason to believe again.
Friends, I'm not going to lie to you, this is going to be difficult, but failure's not an option.
Candace will keep track of who gets what presents.
Blay'n and Clewn't will make the presents.
Isabella and Buford wrap.
And Baljeet feeds the gifts in the Christmas cannon manned by Ferb.
Any questions? Yeah.
Are you sure that's not a clubhouse? Yes, I'm sure.
Hang on, everybody, here we go! The cloud layer is too thick.
I can't see.
What happened to all the lights? Everyone was so bummed out, I guess they never turned them on.
I'll take care of it.
Just get me in low.
Good luck, Buford! All right, Buford, here's your chance.
All right, who's first on the list? It's Buford, but it says he's naughty.
Plow! Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming! Turn the lights on! Did you hear that? Christmas is coming! Hey, let's get those lights on.
Yeah, let's turn on the lights! What are we waiting for? Wow! Buford did it! But it still says he's naughty.
Oh, what the heck.
It's Christmas.
So, what does he want? To be thought of as nice by his friends.
Aww.
Merry Christmas, old buddy! It's beautiful.
I wish Santa could've seen it.
Oh, well.
Come on, guys.
Let's make up some lost time.
(Song: Christmas is Starting Now) Grab some holly and mistletoe 'Cause we're gonna go out tonight We're gonna bask in the electric glow Of a million little colored lights We've got a lot to do, before the dawn So with a minimum of introspection I think you better put your mittens on Shake your jingle bell in my direction Sometimes I feel like a big snowman That's fallen under a plow But tonight I'm on top of the world We're gonna bring it around somehow Christmas is startin' now! Oh, yeah Christmas is startin' now That's right Christmas is startin' now Oh, yeah Christmas is startin' now Right now! Yeah! Good going, guys.
We only have a few more blocks to go.
We gotta hurry if we're gonna make it by Christmas Day.
Okay, next up Jeremy Johnson? I don't believe it! What does he want? We can skip this one.
I already got him what he really wanted.
Yes! We're coming up on the last house.
Fire away! Oh, no, it is stuck.
It's Wendy Stinglehopper's present.
She asked for a really big hat.
Isn't that that pretty girl from the math team? I know what I must do.
Be careful, Baljeet! Uh! Almost got it.
Ah! Baljeet! Goodbye, my friends! Ah! Hey, that was fun.
Baljeet? Oh.
Uh, hi, Wendy.
Did anyone order a really big hat? My hat! Oh, how can I ever thank you? Hey, look.
Mistletoe.
Later.
Okay, yeah, yeah, I get it.
A taste of my own medicine, right? Oh, of course, and the bird.
It doesn't even work! A partridge on an evil scientist! There's no play on words.
That's not clever.
You're not clever! Perry! Ugh, I hate Christmas.
Yes! I hate Christmas! Woo-hoo! This is the best Christmas ever! Woo-hoo! Yeah! Great job! Nice shootin', Ferb.
Well done.
If you'll excuse me, I gotta see Jeremy.
Great work, guys.
Not to alarm you, but your house is on fire.
That's not fire.
It's steam! Come on! I don't believe it! Santa! Uh, sir, what are you doing here? Having a shvitz.
Steam is just what the doctor ordered.
We thought you weren't coming to Danville.
And pass up on enjoying this cool rest stop you made me? Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Unthinkable! And thanks for doing the Danville run for me.
You knew? Of course I knew! I'm Santa Claus! Oh, what a mess.
Curse you, Sal Tuscany! Well, I should probably call Uncle Justin and thank him for the gift anyway.
Hello, operator? I'd like to place a call toâ Barneo? I thought it said Borneo.
Wait, where's Barneo? The North Pole?! Wait a second! The letters of "A Sal Tuscany Christmas" spell "Santa Claus", with an embarrassing leftover "Y".
Let me see that picture.
Sal Tuscany is Santa Claus? Ah! Jeremy! I was just coming to see you.
H-Hey, Candace.
I don't know what all that was about before, but I wanted to give you your present.
The earrings I wanted.
Jeremy, how did you know? I remember you loved them in that magazine.
And you were even gonna have your good necklace made into a pair like them.
That's so sweet.
How did you afford these? I sold my electric.
Oh, Jeremy.
You were gonna trade that in to get that cool, new silver one.
You knew that? I guess I know you as well as you know me, my bowl full of jelly.
Here's your gift.
The silver guitar! But, how? I sold my good necklace.
It's perfect.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Funny how things worked out so that everyone pretty much got what they wanted.
What did you wish for, Phineas? May I do the honors? I like this one.
Okay.
"Dear Santa, you are one of my biggest heroes.
All I want for Christmas this year is a chance to be like you.
Thank you, Phineas Flynn.
" Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas, Phineas.
And by the way, good job.
Yeah! Yeah, that was fun.
Good job.
Well, kids, it's time for me to head home.
So, you're sure you don't need this? No, we made it for you.
Great! I'll take it to the North Pole, and use it as a clubhouse.
I knew it was a clubhouse.
Goodbye! Goodbye Blay'n and Clewn't.
See you guys.
Thanks Blay'n.
Thanks Clewn't.
Merry Christmas to ya.
Merry Christmas! So long.
And Thanks.
Wait, Santa! It's true isn't it? You planned everything so everyone's Christmas wish would come true.
Well, Santa's gotta have a little fun.
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas! Oh, wait! Ferb, what did you wish for? Take a look at this morning's paper.
"World peace"? No, no, this one down here.
"Local boy gets harmonica"! Hey, great picture! Hey, Mom and Dad are back.
Hey kiddies! Merry Christmas.
Grandma! Grandpa! You made it! Merry Christmas.
I made figgy pudding.
(Song: Thank You Santa) Christmas morning, so much fun Down the stairs the children run Someone has eaten the cookies And look what's left under the tree There's presents for you and for me As far as the eye can see What's on the rooftop? I wondered what that was It's reindeer flying Around the world because Santa's coming I think we all should pause to say that we're grateful For everything he does! Thank you Santa Claus Thank you Santa Claus Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaa A song for all the things you do Santa Claus we're thankin' you A song for all the things you do Santa Claus we're thankin' you A song for all the things you do Santa Claus we're thankin' you A song for all the things you do Santa Claus we're thankin' you (Thank you Santa Claus) Hello! Wintertime's fun! Follow me! Plow! You know, on second thought, don't follow me! Man, that was close.
It was a great idea to climb back into bed this morning.
Oh! I almost forgot! Helmets! All set? Let's do this thing.
Like maybe Turning our beds into dual toboggans, And sliding down a ski jump tower! Building a snowman the size of Colossus, Or giving a yeti a shower! (Fa, la, la, la!) Staging a snowball fight With giant catapults, And snow angels that really fly! Rocking a Christmas carol, Wrapping a present, Or just shoveling snow off the drive! Well, they can't all be fun.
As you can see there's a whole lot of stuff to do before school starts next year So stick with us 'Cause Phineas and Ferb are gonna spread some Christmas cheer! So stick with us 'Cause Phineas and Ferb are gonna spread some Christmas cheer! Mom! Phineas and Ferb are making a Christmas special! We're slowing down.
I SEE WHY DOGS ENJOY THIS SENSATION! Delayed! What do you mean delayed? Candace, honey, the snow storm has delayed your grandparents' plane.
Your father and I have to wait here at the airport until they arrived.
It may be hours But I need your help! Stacy told me that Marcus told her that Jeremy told him that he got the perfect gift for me! Oh, no.
How will you manage? Mom, think! If Jeremy found the perfect gift for me, then I have to find the perfect gift for him! I thought you already got a gift for Jeremy.
I did, but I can't show up with an obvious, stupid present that anyone could've gotten him.
The perfect gift means that you totally get the other person in the most deep and paying-attention-y way.
If his gift to me is perfect and my gift to him isn't, he's gonna be so hurt and insulted, and think I'm lame, and thoughtless, and he'll stop liking me! Oh, Candace, honey, I don't think You poor thing.
Forgive me, boys.
What are your brothers up to? Not a thing.
Which is weird.
What are they up to? Love you, Mom, gotta run, bye! Plow! House! We're coming in too fast! Those two are so busted! For lolly-gagging in bed? That's not like you two.
We've been working on a way to seize the day, while also not having to get out of bed so early.
I think we can cross that one off our To-Do List.
Let me see that.
What is this? Number one was write letters to Santa.
What, did you start this To-Do List when you were three years old?! We write letters to Santa Claus every year.
Don't you? Letters to Santa?! That's for little kids! Santa's not just for little kids, Candace.
Okay, fine.
Let's assume there is a Santa Claus.
Well of course there is.
There's been a ton of reported sightings.
Oregon, 1978.
Northern Scotland, 1954.
The so-called Santa Cloth found in Istanbul, 1912.
Santa's one of our biggest heroes.
Talk about making the most out of one day.
Imagine, flying around the whole world, delivering toys and gifts to everybody in one night.
Ferb and I have done some cool stuff in our time, but that, that's something else.
Again, let's assume there is a Santa Claus.
He's got it easy.
The hard part is trying to figure out what to get people when they don't write you a letter, telling you exactly what they want most.
And by "people", I mean "Jeremy", and by "you", I mean "me".
And uh No, the rest is pretty much literal.
Well, I'm sure Jeremy would get exactly what he wanted.
If he wrote his own letter to Santa.
Letters to Santa?! Wow.
That's for little kids.
She's lapped us.
Wait, that's it! I'll trick Jeremy into writing a letter to Santa, so I can sneak a peek and learn what he wants straight from the horse's mouth.
And by "mouth", I mean "pen", and by "horse", I mean "Jeremy".
And, yeah, we're good.
Or you could ask him directly what he wants to avoid any unnecessary complications.
Ah, you are such a child sometimes.
You know, Ferb, just think of all the wonderful things Santa does for us, and he never asks for anything in return.
Wait, that's it! Ferb, are you thinking what I'm thinking? As usual, we'reâ Oh! Ugh! Man, no, that's not at all what I was thinking! Oh, dude! Oh, yeah.
That's it.
I'll call in the troops, you wonder where Perry is.
Fa la la la la la La la la la la la Fa la la la la la la! Hello! Wintertime's fun! Follow me! Come on! Follow me! Plow! Ah, Agent P, there you are.
Merry Christmas.
Oh great, you brought snacks.
Wintertime's fun.
Follow me! Secret Santa time.
Agent P.
Ah, here you are.
Oh, a "Sal Tuscany Christmas".
You lucked out, Agent P.
Your secret Santa has exquisite taste.
Criminy, Carl.
It's supposed to be a secret Santa.
What? No! I didn't get it for him.
Huh, right.
No, really I didn't! The more you protest, the more we know you gave it to him.
Fine! Think what you want! Whatever! Huh.
Okay, Scrooge.
We got it.
Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Sorry Agent P.
Iâ I guess evil never takes a holiday.
If you'll direct your attention to the screen.
Good morning Agent, P.
A wise man once saidâ eyes on the screen.
A wise man once said, "Evil never takes a holiday".
We don't know what Doofenshmirtz is up to.
But he's evil, it's Christmasâ Evil people hate Christmas.
It's a cliche.
Sad cliche.
Good luck, Agent P, and Merry Christmas.
Carl! Stop filming your butt.
Film mine.
It's a party! Woo-hey! Hello? Happy Christmas Eve, my little drummer boy.
Hey, Candace.
You know I don't play drums.
I play guitar.
I know silly-billy.
So, what'cha doin'? Not sleeping anymore.
How 'bout you? I just thought it was the perfect day to show some Christmas spirit.
Like when you were young and wrote letters to Santaâ Would you keep that lame junk away from my window?! I'm sorry, what was I saying? Writing letters to Santa Claus? Letters to Sâ Oh! Brilliant idea.
Let's get together and write letters to Santa, and be very specific, within a reasonable price range.
For fun.
I'll be over in a bit.
Candace, this isn't one of these thingâ He doesn't suspect a thing.
Awesome! Phase one complete.
Hey, guys.
Cool clubhouse.
Oh, no.
This is not how you would say, a "clubhouse".
This is the ultimate rest and relaxation lounge, perfectly tailored to the jolly, rubenesque world traveler.
It's a rest stop for Santa.
Oh, I see.
Oh, why did you not just say that? Highlights include Sauna, massage table, satellite television, elliptical machine to work off all the milk and cookies, milk and cookies, reindeer feeding station, and of course, beard purifier.
But, this is only the beginning.
Remember when you wrote letters to Santa asking him for presents? Yes.
Letters to Santa?! Did you always get the presents you asked for? Pretty much, yes! Of course.
Now, did you ever write a thank-you note to Santa? Well, no.
Butâ Nobody ever toldâ No.
Well, I think it's time someone did something cool for Santa to show him we appreciate everything he does for us.
So, we're gonna turn the entire city of Danville into a giant, shimmering thank-you card to Santa Claus.
So, what you're saying is, it's not a clubhouse.
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated! Ah, Perry the Platypus.
I have a present for you.
And by "present," of course, I mean "trap.
" Aw, look how festive you are.
Wait, wait, hold on! And a partridge on a Perry the Platypus! Now, Perry the Platypus, behold! The Naughty-inator! When activated, the naughty nectar in these giant glass cylinders will create a massive charged cloud of pure naughtiness.
When Santa then makes his list, and checks it twice, everyone in the Tri-State Area will appear to be naughty instead of nice! And no nice equals no Santa equals no Christmas! There's just one tiny, little blemish on my otherwise perfect plan.
Iâ Don't actually have a problem with Christmas.
There's no tragic holiday-related back-story in my past.
Christmas was always fine growing up.
It wasn't great, it wasn't horrible.
You see, unlike every other evil scientist, I don't hate Christmas.
There are plenty of other holidays I can't stand.
For example Wait, wait, hold on.
I-I can't get thisâ Uh, for example (Song: "I Really Don't Hate Christmas") You see Valentine's is torture And my birthday is a mess New Year's is a lot of noise, and Arbor Day's a pest Halloween's a horror but I guess I must confess That I really don't hate Christmas! You see Flag Day is infernal, April Fool's is just a bore Mardi Gras a waste, unless you own a candy store All these other holidays I can admit that I abhor But I really don't hate Christmas! Now, it isn't that I like it, all the most I feel ambivalence But should I really just destroy it? I'll admit that I'm still on the fence It makes me tense! From the evil scientist community I'm sure to get ejected But for Christmas I can't seem to summon any true invective Because what is there to hate? I mean, it's really so subjective No, I really don't hate Christmas! I hate puppy dogs and kittens, I hate flowers in the spring Heck, I even hate the sunshine and the birdies when they sing I can work up animosity for almost anything Tell me why I don't hate Christmas! Though my childhood was atrocious, Christmas never was that bad, you see So the most that I can muster is complete and total apathy What's wrong with me? How can I prove that I'm an evil villain worth his salt When with a holiday so jolly I can't even find a fault? If I didn't feel ambiguous I'd launch a big assault But I really don't hate Christmas! Oh, what the heck.
Kickline! No, I really No, I really don't hate Christmas! I have an intense burning indifference! I didn't even create the Naughty-inator myself because I compulsively, obsessively, just couldn't be bothered.
Nah, the plans were mailed to me from Borneo where my Uncle Justin is rumored to be in hiding.
It's really a sweet gift, but how can I destroy Christmas without having a good reason? Well, I guess I have no choice.
But to sit and wait for a reason.
Alright everyone, I want to thank you all for helping.
Grab yourself some decorations, and let's get our grateful on.
(Song: That Christmas Feeling) We're hanging the star above our tree And don't it look lovely? The lights and the tinsel sparkling for you! I got that Christmas feeling I take it everywhere I go And make that Christmas feeling grow! So warm by the fireplace we glow All cozy and happy Hang all the stockings in a row with you! I got that Christmas feeling I take it everywhere I go! And make that Christmas feeling grow It feels like Christmas (Christmas) Christmas (Christmas) Come on, I know you don't want to miss this! Let's make that Christmas feeling grow Oh! Let's make that Christmas feeling grow! Got that Christmas feeling Tricked Jeremy into writing a letter to Santa Yeah, yeah it's that old Christmas feeling Singing what I'm doing Yeah, yeah Hello, my little red nosed reindeer.
Ready to write our letters to Santa? Hey.
In a minute, Candace.
I'm right in the middle here.
I was thinking maybe you could help me finish decorating.
First.
No! It'll be too late! The stores will all be closed! And by "stores", I mean "the post office", and "by buying a gift", I mean "mailing the letters".
You didn't say "buying a gift".
Oh, good.
That would've been a dead giveaway.
Hey, everyone! The next decoration delivery is here! The tinsel! Wha- Wait! Come back! Our letters! We have to write them quickly! I already licked the stamps! You know, all I really want for Christmas is the ability to hate Christmas.
Is that too much to ask? Hmm Were you expecting someone? We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year Ah, yes.
Now bring us some figgy pudding See, how can you hate Christmas listening to that? Now bring us some figgy pudding Thatâ That can be very.
Now bring us some figgy pudding Uh, "bring us figgy pudding.
" And bring some right here Well, you could say, please.
But you know whatever great.
We won't go until we get some Figgy pudding.
We won't go until we get some We won't go until we get some So bring some right here Whoa! What?! We won't go until we get some A-Are you threatening me? We won't go until we get some How dare you! We won't go until we get some No one barges into my home and demand desserts.
So bring some right here What sort of plan is that anyway? Let's go to a stranger's house and in a song form, refuse to leave unless he hands over a fruit dish no one's prepared since the 16th century.
Well, if that's how things are, I have my reasons to push this button.
So long, Christmas! You're Feliz Navi-dead to me! See? It's aâ Uh, it was Spanish.
'Tis the season to be naughty! Can I at least get a diet soda? Hmm What have we here? Ooh! Tsk! Tsk! Oh, Blay'n.
Oop! What have you there? Oh, bunch of last minute naughties.
It's a shame, huh, Clewn't? Kids! They get worse every year.
Ungrateful littleâ I'm going to sit in the dark and mumble to myself.
He wasn't always that way.
In fact, he used to love kids.
In fact, he used to be where the action is.
Toy making.
In fact, he was the fastest, best toy-maker of 'em all.
In fact, they used to call him "Clewn't, the fastest, best toy-maker of 'em all.
" Though, they just called him "Clewn't" for short, which also happens to be his name, so the nickname thing was a kind of a moot point.
In fact "Just go up and talk to the first person you see.
That's how you make friends.
" I'm never going to another seminar.
Okay, listen, you twerps.
Your ridiculous efforts to thank Santa Claus are getting in the way of my ridiculous efforts to get Jeremy into writing a letter to Santa Claus.
So why don't youâ Hey, what's with the clouds? Whoa! Is it me, or does the sky look really dark and ominous, as if its foreshadowing events which will have a negative impact on our lives.
I'm sorry, kids.
Looks like everyone in Danville got a return on their letters to Santa.
They've all been stamped "naughty".
What? Hey, Candace! Look! I did it.
I wrote a letter to Santa saying in great detail what gift I want most.
Cool! Thank you my Little Town of Bethlehem.
I'll just hold onto that for you.
Oh, I'll take that buddy.
Huh? Maybe you'll have better luck with Santa than your friends.
Butâ Butâ Ugh! Santa thinks everyone in Danville's been naughty? Now, that's just nonsense.
Butâ But, how can that be? Oh, well, let's see.
What's different this year than last year? Oh, I know! You went out and got everyone in Danville involved in one of your off-the-cuff, harebrained schemes.
You think this could be my fault? Oh, who can say, really? But, y'know, sometimes, we do naughty things without ever having any idea they're naughty.
Sometimes, we do an entire summer's worth of them.
Could this be true? Oh, no I mean, how couldâ Well, I guess itâ I am cold.
Maybe.
This is Gordon Gutsofanemu reporting from the Googolplex Mall here in downtown Danville.
The Christmas spirit is all but banished, ever since Santa Claus stamped the big red "naughty" across this once nice city.
It was all a bad dream! Christmas wasn't cancelled! Phineas! No matter how many times you try that, it's not going to work.
Maybe if I hadn't gotten out of bed today, I wouldn't have done the things Santa thought was naughty.
So, what? Are you gonna stay here for the rest of your life? Why not? Well, for one, the mall closes in twenty minutes.
I don't see what everyone's so worried about.
I got this system, see? You act any way you want all year long, but then right before Christmas, you do one big selfless act of kindness and Santa will wipe your slate clean.
Works like a charm.
Really? So, I might still have my one big Christmas wish come true? Maybe.
Are you not going to ask me what my Christmas wish is? Nope.
It'll only make me wanna hurt you, which will counteract my one act of kindness.
All I want is one sweet, special Christmas kiss under the mistletoe.
I'm outta here.
Not from you! From a pretty girl! Do not flatter yourself! We won't go until we get some We won't go until we get some Ugh! We won't go until we get some Don't you guys see what's going on out there? So bring some right here Game over! Your plan failed! We won't go until we get some There's no figgy pudding! We won't go until we get some There's no Christmas! You can all just go home! We won't go until we get some It's a principle of a thing Ugh! Come on, guys.
Let's do "but, it's Christmas, Becky".
You got to get over me, Josh! Okay, bye.
I gotta get home.
Suzy's pretty upset about Santa not coming.
But, wait, no! Let's do some last minute window shopping.
Candace, tell me what's wrong.
I can't read your mind.
Yes, you can.
That's the problem.
I don't understand.
What is it you want from me? Oh, right! Like you need me to tell you that.
The question is, what do you want from me? I just want you to tell me what you want.
Fine! I just want you to tell me what you want.
I don't want anything.
Nothing? Oh, right! Yours is perfect, and I show up with nothing.
Do you want me to look like a total monster?! Candace, that doesn't even make any sense.
It's just that I think you're perfect, Jeremy.
So, I don't understand why you want to make me feel like I'm not.
Candace, you should know me better than that.
Look.
I have to go home.
Oh, how did this go so wrong? (Song: Where Did We Go Wrong?) How could we be naughty when I thought we'd been so nice? Could we have been blinded to some little hidden vice? Did our visions of sugarplums not dance like they should? I'm rackin' my brain here, I really thought we were good I know you've got that list And I know you check it twice But could you check it again 'cause it seems to me We were all pretty nice All except for Buford, 'cause he's got that whole "last minute reprieve" theory.
It's gonna work.
You watch.
Where did we go wrong? Please tell me Where did we go wrong? Where did we go Won't somebody tell me Where did we go wrong? No! Y-You know what? Iâ I can't except this.
I know Danville, and Danville is not naughty.
We have to get a message to the North Pole to let them know there's been some sort of mistake.
But, how do we do that? Yes, they're not even answering our mail.
Wait! I've got an idea.
Ferb, I know what else we're gonna do today.
The North Pole? Well, I hate to tell you this Phineas, but WJOP only reaches the greater Danville area.
We just don't have a very powerful transmitter.
You leave that to us.
(Song: Danville for Niceness) Everybody's saying we're naughty It's getting really hard to take So we've come to let the whole world know there must have been a mistake So if Santa and his elves can hear us We hope we've been clear and concise In the verses vice versus us Vice versa, us versus vice.
Danville is very nice Santa, please Check your list more than twice Guaranteed! Danville is very nice Danville.
What's he talking about? Let me see that list of last minute naughties.
Santa, please They're all from the same place.
Check your list more than twice Hmm We've got to get to the bottom of this.
We won't go until we get some Uh We won'tâ Uh, guys.
Uh, lookâ uh Don't hate me, but Iâ I went into the kitchen to get some almond brittle Love it! and lo and behold it turns out I did have figgy pudding.
Quite a bit, actually.
Iâ I guess this whole thing was pretty easily resolved.
I feel kinda sheepish that I'm making such a big deal.
Anyway, here.
Figgy pudding.
Come on, guys.
Our work here is done.
Bye, bye now.
Thanks for the evil motivation for destroying Christmas! Well, that was fun at least.
What do you think the chances are that anyone in the North Pole saw that? Hello, hello, hello! I'd say pretty good.
So, what's all this business about Danville, then? What's this? A Sal Tuscany Christmas? Score! What a perfect way to enjoy the last several hours before Christmas officially doesn't come.
We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas Alright! Y-You know, this one's really grown on me.
We wish you a Merry Christmas And a happâ So, that's what happened.
Do you think it could be a mistake? A whole city deemed naughty at once.
I've never seen anything like it.
Huh? Oh, hey, Candace.
These are two of Santa's elves.
You've gotta be kidding me.
Blay'n, Clewn't, this is my sister.
Ah, yes, Candace Flynn.
You know who I am? No, that's not a good thing.
They're here trying to figure out why Danville was branded naughty.
Well, maybe everyone did something naughty.
No, it doesn't work that way.
You see, everyone does naughty things from time to time but that's different from being a naughty person.
You see, Santa's very forgiving.
Oh, jolly to a fault, if you ask me.
Well, something is definitely screwy around here.
According to these readings as if the city itself is misbehaving.
Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh, Agent P.
Uh-oh! It turns out Carl was lying about getting you that Sal Tuscany CD.
I never said I got it for him.
Quiet, Carl! Haven't you caused enough harm? Your "so-called" Secret Santa must've somehow infiltrated the agency.
And, uhâ Until we get to the bottom of it, whatever you do, do not play that CD.
Boy, this Sal Tuscany guy is good.
Let me crank it up some more.
That's what Christmas is for! Christmas cannot be destroyed! Not even by a Naughty-inator! What theâ? How did heâ? Okay, so we'll have Christmas.
I simply don't care.
Curse my intensely burning apathy towards Chriâ Oh, it is hopeless.
I am never going to get my special mistletoe Christmas kiss.
Ah! And I'm never going to get to my one great act of kindness.
Those were long johns.
What about you, Isabella? Isn't there some big Christmas wish that you're afraid will never come true? Oh.
Um, we don't celebrate Christmas.
But I got the coolest stuff for Hanukkah.
Eight straight days of dreams come true.
I mean I'm with you guys.
Boo, no Christmas.
Come on, guys.
Do we really seem like bad kids? No, no, you're all good kids.
Yes.
I knew your heart will lead you to the truth.
No, a-actually the meter suddenly gave you a "nice" reading.
Yeah! "Nice"! "Nice"! Everywhere! Everyone, "nice".
Um Except for him.
Sorry.
Well, that's great.
All you have to do is tell Santa and Christmas is back on, right? Uh Um, it's not that simple.
You see, Santa's already left.
The elves loaded the sleigh and map out his route, it's too late now.
Santa's not coming to Danville.
It's too late now.
Santa's not coming to Danville.
Well, that doesn't seem fair.
What are you gonna do about it? Me? Him? Yeah, him.
You saw his file.
Ferb, I know a third thing we're gonna do today.
We're gonna save Christmas.
Who's in? Me.
I'm in.
Me too! I guess I'm in too.
Yay! Blay'n, dust off my toy-making gloves.
I've found a reason to believe again.
Friends, I'm not going to lie to you, this is going to be difficult, but failure's not an option.
Candace will keep track of who gets what presents.
Blay'n and Clewn't will make the presents.
Isabella and Buford wrap.
And Baljeet feeds the gifts in the Christmas cannon manned by Ferb.
Any questions? Yeah.
Are you sure that's not a clubhouse? Yes, I'm sure.
Hang on, everybody, here we go! The cloud layer is too thick.
I can't see.
What happened to all the lights? Everyone was so bummed out, I guess they never turned them on.
I'll take care of it.
Just get me in low.
Good luck, Buford! All right, Buford, here's your chance.
All right, who's first on the list? It's Buford, but it says he's naughty.
Plow! Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming! Turn the lights on! Did you hear that? Christmas is coming! Hey, let's get those lights on.
Yeah, let's turn on the lights! What are we waiting for? Wow! Buford did it! But it still says he's naughty.
Oh, what the heck.
It's Christmas.
So, what does he want? To be thought of as nice by his friends.
Aww.
Merry Christmas, old buddy! It's beautiful.
I wish Santa could've seen it.
Oh, well.
Come on, guys.
Let's make up some lost time.
(Song: Christmas is Starting Now) Grab some holly and mistletoe 'Cause we're gonna go out tonight We're gonna bask in the electric glow Of a million little colored lights We've got a lot to do, before the dawn So with a minimum of introspection I think you better put your mittens on Shake your jingle bell in my direction Sometimes I feel like a big snowman That's fallen under a plow But tonight I'm on top of the world We're gonna bring it around somehow Christmas is startin' now! Oh, yeah Christmas is startin' now That's right Christmas is startin' now Oh, yeah Christmas is startin' now Right now! Yeah! Good going, guys.
We only have a few more blocks to go.
We gotta hurry if we're gonna make it by Christmas Day.
Okay, next up Jeremy Johnson? I don't believe it! What does he want? We can skip this one.
I already got him what he really wanted.
Yes! We're coming up on the last house.
Fire away! Oh, no, it is stuck.
It's Wendy Stinglehopper's present.
She asked for a really big hat.
Isn't that that pretty girl from the math team? I know what I must do.
Be careful, Baljeet! Uh! Almost got it.
Ah! Baljeet! Goodbye, my friends! Ah! Hey, that was fun.
Baljeet? Oh.
Uh, hi, Wendy.
Did anyone order a really big hat? My hat! Oh, how can I ever thank you? Hey, look.
Mistletoe.
Later.
Okay, yeah, yeah, I get it.
A taste of my own medicine, right? Oh, of course, and the bird.
It doesn't even work! A partridge on an evil scientist! There's no play on words.
That's not clever.
You're not clever! Perry! Ugh, I hate Christmas.
Yes! I hate Christmas! Woo-hoo! This is the best Christmas ever! Woo-hoo! Yeah! Great job! Nice shootin', Ferb.
Well done.
If you'll excuse me, I gotta see Jeremy.
Great work, guys.
Not to alarm you, but your house is on fire.
That's not fire.
It's steam! Come on! I don't believe it! Santa! Uh, sir, what are you doing here? Having a shvitz.
Steam is just what the doctor ordered.
We thought you weren't coming to Danville.
And pass up on enjoying this cool rest stop you made me? Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Unthinkable! And thanks for doing the Danville run for me.
You knew? Of course I knew! I'm Santa Claus! Oh, what a mess.
Curse you, Sal Tuscany! Well, I should probably call Uncle Justin and thank him for the gift anyway.
Hello, operator? I'd like to place a call toâ Barneo? I thought it said Borneo.
Wait, where's Barneo? The North Pole?! Wait a second! The letters of "A Sal Tuscany Christmas" spell "Santa Claus", with an embarrassing leftover "Y".
Let me see that picture.
Sal Tuscany is Santa Claus? Ah! Jeremy! I was just coming to see you.
H-Hey, Candace.
I don't know what all that was about before, but I wanted to give you your present.
The earrings I wanted.
Jeremy, how did you know? I remember you loved them in that magazine.
And you were even gonna have your good necklace made into a pair like them.
That's so sweet.
How did you afford these? I sold my electric.
Oh, Jeremy.
You were gonna trade that in to get that cool, new silver one.
You knew that? I guess I know you as well as you know me, my bowl full of jelly.
Here's your gift.
The silver guitar! But, how? I sold my good necklace.
It's perfect.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
Funny how things worked out so that everyone pretty much got what they wanted.
What did you wish for, Phineas? May I do the honors? I like this one.
Okay.
"Dear Santa, you are one of my biggest heroes.
All I want for Christmas this year is a chance to be like you.
Thank you, Phineas Flynn.
" Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas, Phineas.
And by the way, good job.
Yeah! Yeah, that was fun.
Good job.
Well, kids, it's time for me to head home.
So, you're sure you don't need this? No, we made it for you.
Great! I'll take it to the North Pole, and use it as a clubhouse.
I knew it was a clubhouse.
Goodbye! Goodbye Blay'n and Clewn't.
See you guys.
Thanks Blay'n.
Thanks Clewn't.
Merry Christmas to ya.
Merry Christmas! So long.
And Thanks.
Wait, Santa! It's true isn't it? You planned everything so everyone's Christmas wish would come true.
Well, Santa's gotta have a little fun.
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas! Oh, wait! Ferb, what did you wish for? Take a look at this morning's paper.
"World peace"? No, no, this one down here.
"Local boy gets harmonica"! Hey, great picture! Hey, Mom and Dad are back.
Hey kiddies! Merry Christmas.
Grandma! Grandpa! You made it! Merry Christmas.
I made figgy pudding.
(Song: Thank You Santa) Christmas morning, so much fun Down the stairs the children run Someone has eaten the cookies And look what's left under the tree There's presents for you and for me As far as the eye can see What's on the rooftop? I wondered what that was It's reindeer flying Around the world because Santa's coming I think we all should pause to say that we're grateful For everything he does! Thank you Santa Claus Thank you Santa Claus Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaa A song for all the things you do Santa Claus we're thankin' you A song for all the things you do Santa Claus we're thankin' you A song for all the things you do Santa Claus we're thankin' you A song for all the things you do Santa Claus we're thankin' you (Thank you Santa Claus) Hello! Wintertime's fun! Follow me! Plow! You know, on second thought, don't follow me! Man, that was close.