Phineas and Ferb s04e11 Episode Script

(Song: Bee Song) Where's that swarm? What's that drone? Something's buzzing close to home It's Bee Day And I'm feeling fine They look for pollen wherever they roam Then regurgitate honey in a honeycomb It's Bee Day Come on, get in line! It's time to celebrate Bee Day! They pollinate the flowers Bee Day! They party in the hives Bee Day! From time to time they sting us and they pay for it with their lives Because it's Bee Day! Why do we always end on that weird B♭ with an F# bass? It's tradition, Jimmy.
We don't question it.
I mean it's not even in the key.
So, did you all have fun at the Bee Day Festival's Opening Ceremony? It was bee-wildering.
Bee-utiful.
Bee-dazzling.
Bee-yond.
Bee-guiling.
Ugh! Just bee quiet! Oh, Candace.
Bee-have.
What's so important anyway? Oh, nothing.
Just taking the What Kind of Teenager Are You quiz to unlock my true teen identity! Well, I'll just leave that to the professionals at the magazine.
Oh, look at that.
An inflatable wading pool.
Oh, it's just like the one I used to play in with Candace when she was little.
Remember, hon? Mm-hmm! Ferb, I know what we're gonna do today.
And I'll tell you after the wipe.
We're making the ultimate inflatable wading pool for Mom.
Hey, where's Perry? Agent Bee! P! Good morning, Agent P! We, uh Sorry, my— —allergies are acting up, this whole Bee Day business is stirring up all the pollen in Danville.
Anyway, Agent P, uh Doof's been spotted gathering bee pheromones, which is not only disgusting but probably evil.
To send you on your way, Carl actually came up with a bee-themed jetpack.
It's right behind you.
Carl, where are those tissues?! Here you go, sir.
Single-ply, seriously? We're on a budget, sir.
Okay, Stace! I'm done! Just tallying up the score.
So, how did you d— Okay, wha— You done? No.
Candace, talk to me.
Heather Magazine says I'm an emo teen! An emo teen, Stacy! I don't even know what that is.
Okay, to the Internet.
Here we go.
Emo, emo "Emos believe everyone's against them.
" How can you say that to me? "They're highly sensitive and drama queens.
" No, I'm not! You know, as teenage sub-cultures go, it's not so bad.
You just need a new look to match your true teen identity.
I'll be right over.
Ferb, how's the pool inflation coming? Hi, Phineas.
What'cha doin? Ferb and I are building a super inflatable wading pool.
You wanna help? I'd love to, but actually, I need your help.
Anything for you, Isabella.
Really? Of course.
Your word is my humble command.
I would travel the four corners of the globe which I actually have done, but this time, it would be for you.
All for you! A-Ahem? You were lost in Phineasland again.
Oh, right! Right.
The Fireside Girls are going for our Beekeeping patch, and we need to borrow something.
Of course.
But I'll need some collateral if you're gonna borrow Ferb.
Oh, Phineas! It's not that funny.
Stand down, Fireside Girl.
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated! Oh, there you are Perry the Platypus.
Hey, great costume, that's the bee's knees or— You know, wings in this case.
Ha! Swats happening, Perry the Platypus.
Swats up! Swats goin— Hey, swats your problem? Oh, I'm sorry, I-I can't help it, I got bees on the brain, especially the queen bee.
She's all you hear about.
Queen bee this, queen bee that.
You never hear about the King Bee, do you? That means there's a power vacuum that I need to exploit.
Behold! The Aroma-nator.
Like the queen bee, I have acquired mass quantities of pheromones, see? Right here in the tank.
Once I spray myself, the bees will be attracted to me and I will be crowned King Bee! After that, it's just a hop, skip, and a jump to ruling the entire Tri-State Area.
Okay.
So the top three items on the Heather Magazine 11-step guide to being a true emo teen are dark hair, dark clothes, and pencil-thin jeans.
Ugh! Let's see what you got.
Hey, not bad! Whatever.
Well, you've got the look and you've got the attitude.
Now there's just one last test to see if you're a true emo.
Do you have enough ennui to resist the urge to bust your brothers? I don't think your mom would approve.
Of course not! They're gonna be so bus— Uh-uh-uh! True identity, Candace! What's the point? No one understands me anyway.
Wow, Heather Magazine is good! Thanks for the loan, Phineas! We're sure to get our Beekeeping patch now.
No problem.
What are friends for, if not to reconfigure a sorbet machine that turns people into flies into a sorbet machine that turns people into bees! Just remember, the effect wears off after a couple of hours.
Why don't you come back for our inflatable wading pool party after your patch ceremony? Of course! Wouldn't miss it! This is fascinating! Tell me more about bee dancing.
Really? Because usually, people are either gone or fall asleep by the time I get to this part of the sentence.
Hey, Baljeet! Mind giving me a hand with these pools? In a minute.
So to continue, the figure eight and Aw and we are back.
Hi, honey.
Love the new look.
You obviously don't know me.
Nobody does.
And if somebody did, I'd just deny it.
Sweetie, I went through a similar phase when I was your age.
Try writing some poems.
Whatever.
I don't care, No one gets me Except my hair.
That's my girl.
Okay, time to fill the void in the power vacuum.
'Cause you see, it's a— It's a real vacuum cleaner.
No? Wow, either I'm off my game or you're just being stubborn.
Sucks to be you! So, we're back in business! Now, lemme just shut this baby— Oops! I almost hit the self-destruct button here! What? I-I install one on everything.
It's my thing.
I— I put one on my coffee machine, on my TV, I have one everywhere.
Look! I even put one on my underwear, see? Look.
All right.
That, uh That was not pleasant.
All right, gang's all here.
Let's get this pool party started! Sorry, Buford.
I promised Isabella and the Fireside Girls that we'd wait for them.
"Ooh, I promised Isabella!" Is that how I sound? He really nailed you.
It is uncanny.
Well, I guess we can test the pools out to make sure they're up to our usual standards.
"Well, I guess we can test the pools! Hey, look at me!" You guys are right! It's like listening to a mirror! All right, gang.
Let's give this wading pool a try.
Woo-hoo! Carbonation.
Makes me belch.
That's why I like it.
Yes, thank you for sharing.
Now that the bees are out of the way, let's try this baby out.
Just a little spritz.
Ugh.
Okay Needs a little adjustments.
Oh, that's right.
Charlene's coming over to get Vanessa's headphones for her.
Hello, Heinz.
Hey, Charlene.
Here you go.
Oh, thanks, Heinz.
Wait, are you more attractive all of a sudden? Oh, why, thank you, I have been trying to— Oh, wait, no, it's just the pheromones.
Wow! Well, it's really working because suddenly I can't remember why we broke up.
You said you hated Mr.
Tomato.
Hello, Charlene.
Oh, hello, Mr.
Tomato.
Thanks for the reminder.
I'm outta here.
You know it wasn't me she didn't like.
Shut up! Awesome! Yeah! What a thrill! Man, that kid can wade! Sibling unit, Wading, wading.
I sit here Not relating.
Wow, pithy.
Now we're cookin' with gas! Watch, Perry the Platypus, I spritz myself right into ruling the Tri-State Area! Uh-oh.
Oh, I think it might be time for Plan Bee! Hey, stop it, stop it! They're all over me! Get 'em off! Get 'em off! Get 'em off! Get 'em off! Thank you for saving me, Perry the Platypus! And on the bright side, with all those bees, not one sting! Oh, man! *I should've expected this.
*At least my inator is intact.
*Ah, shoot! *Curse you, Perry the Platypus! *Curse you! *I said, "Curse you, Perry the Platypus!" *Yeah, well, see, you should be able to get it in context.
What the heck is that? I have no idea, but the bees sure seem to like it.
And so continues the inevitability of my mundane existence.
Once again, I'm humiliated by the universe.
What just happened? Hey, kids! Anyone up for some iced tea? Sure! Thanks, Mom! Oh, there you are, Perry! Oh, look.
You kids found Candace's old wading pool! How sweet! We're gonna have a pool party! Go ahead, wade away! Sorry we're late, Phineas.
Our bee ceremony ran long.
No worries, Isabella.
Go ahead and join Mom in the fun.
"No worries, Isabella!" Hey, he does a good you! Come on, girls! Let's hit the pool! Aw, it's just like old times.
Hey, Candace.
I just realized you added up your score wrong! Your true teen identity is actually the "Busting and Crush Obsessed Older Sister Type Who Can't Do Math".
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