Phineas and Ferb s04e12 Episode Script

The opening ceremony of the Bee Day festival was awesome! It's my favorite part of Bee Awareness Day! My favorite part is the B♭ with the F# bass at the end of the song! What? It's tradition! Okay, girls, festivities are over.
Let's focus on getting our Beekeeping patches.
It's the only patch that we've ever tried to get and failed.
Remember last year? You promised to never flashback on that ever again.
Right, right! You're right.
But still, if we don't succeed today, the two-strikes-and-you're-out rule kicks in, which means this spot will stay empty on our sashes forever! Chill out, Isabella.
We've got this.
Ready, girls? They're gone! Gone? F-F-Fighting flashforward to potential catastrophe! Hey, where's Pinky? Good afternoon, Agent Pinky.
I see you've taken our new handbag conveyor system.
Carla here has intelled that Poofenplotz has been hatching some sort of bee-related evil scheme.
Carla? Yes, it seems that Poofenplotz is researching the use of royal jelly in the bee community.
Oh, there's your coffee.
Isn't she a find? She comes from an entire family of unpaid interns.
Anyways, see if there is anything to Carla's research, Agent Pinky.
Admiral Acronym out.
We've gotta find those bees before the sun goes down! But how? In the guideline for the Beekeeping patch, it says that a good beekeeper tries to think like a bee.
Bzzzz What are you doing? I'm thinking like a bee.
I know! We can get stung by radioactive bees and gain bee-themed superpowers! Um We don't have access to radioactive bees.
Yeah.
That's what's wrong with that plan.
But we do have access to Phineas and Ferb.
And they have access to a sorbet machine that turned Candace into a fly.
They've gotta be able to modify it to turn people into bees.
Phineas and Ferb have a sorbet machine that turns people into flies? Katie, for crying out loud, look it up on the internet! Poofenplotz reading her junk mail! Let's see.
Bill, bill, flyer— This must be my acceptance letter into L.
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"Dear Esmeralda Poofenplotz" Oh, that sounds promising! "We regret to inform you that—" Oh! Reject me, will they? No matter.
My newest evil scheme is sure to catch the attention of that silly boy's club.
Pinky the Chihuahua! Fortunately, I was expecting you.
The makeup case doubles as a trap.
Could you hand me that lipstick in there? Thank you.
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.
Oh, why don't you come back for our inflatable wading pool party after your patch ceremony? Of course! Wouldn't miss it! See you later, then! Did you know that bees can communicate with each other through dancing? That's really interesting! Yes.
They do a tail-wagging dance to alert each other to a source of food Okay, let's see.
Setting targets.
"Fireside Girls" And that should do it.
Here we go.
In a minute.
So to continue, the figure eight and Aw And we are back.
Fireside Bees, follow your noses! That way! Much better.
Now that my lips are taken care of, I can tell you about my beautifully evil plan.
Bad doggie! Okay, sit! That's better.
Now pay attention as the camera slowly moves closer and we cross-dissolve to my thoughts.
Behold, a humble beehive.
A massively warded society just like our own.
Observe a young grub being fed mass quantities of royal jelly, which will make her larger and eventually she will become the queen.
So logic dictates that if I were to consume massive amounts of royal jelly, then I would grow forty times bigger and live forty times longer and eventually be crowned Queen of the World! The Queen! And I shall not be dark, but beautiful, like the night in the day, and all shall love me and despair! And I might have a grotesquely large abdomen for laying eggs, but I can live with that.
Come, Pinky the Chihuahua! To the Myself-icopter! My bee instincts are buzzing! This must be where our bees went! They must've been attracted to that heavenly scent.
What is that? It seems to be coming from that gigantic perfume sprayer.
Okay, time to fill the void in the power vacuum.
Let's check it out! Whoa! 'Cause you see, it's a real vacuum cleaner.
It looks like every bee in Danville is here! Fireside Girls, forward, buzz! Sucks to be you! Let me just shut off this baby— Oops! I almost hit this self-destruct button here! Wow! Humans really take for granted not being sucked into the nearest vacuum cleaner.
What? I install one on everything.
It's my thing! I'm gonna see if the queen knows anything.
Excuse me, Your Majesty, do you have any idea how to get out? Not a clue.
And without my jelly, I'm way too weak to fly.
Ugh.
What do you think, Fireside Girls? What are we supposed to do now? Bee Day's almost over and we're stuck inside a pharmacist's power-vac.
What? Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when we helped Candace get fifty patches in one day? Heck no! I thought it was only forty-nine.
Forget it, she's rolling.
And it's not over now! 'Cause when the going gets tough the tough get going! Come on, girls, we've got enough patches between all of us to make this work! We can do this! Gretchen, Milly, Katie, you've got the Exploring patch, right? Yes, and we can look for a way back out of here! Right! These pieces of hair and dust are like rope! Holly, Ginger, you girls have the Advanced Knot-tying patch.
What do you think? We could totally work with that stuff! And make a sling for the queen! And Adyson, you and I have the Appliance Repair patch! Let's hotwire the vacuum and reverse the motor so that it blows us all out again! That's what I'm talkin' about! There they are! All we need to do is swap those leads to the forward-reverse switch.
Great! How's that sling comin'? All good to go! Excellent work! Recon Team, is the escape path charted? Yes, ma'am! Power-vac hose located! It was murder on my allergies.
Bee-utiful! Prepare for exit, everyone! Uh-oh! You know, I think it might be time for Plan Bee! Great job, Adyson.
Uh, thanks? We're going home to the Fireside Lodge! Everybody, follow me! Oh, it's wearing off! Come on, we're almost there! Yay! The bees are back! Now we just need to get them back into their hive.
Okay, little bees, go back into your hive.
We don't speak their language anymore.
We can't communicate.
Ooh! I have my Semaphore patch! Would that work? Only if they were on a boat.
Baljeet is the answer.
Ginger, now really isn't the time to— No, no, no! He told me all about this dance they do to alert each other to a source of food or shelter.
Like the rhumba? No, it's a waggle dance! Dance patches we've got! (Song: Waggle Dance) Well, I don't think I can really overstate it But bee communication is quite complicated What seems at first like a simple figure eight Is packed with meaning when their butts gyrate! See, the waggle explains the angle From the sun to the door of the hive We shake it to and fro to let everybody know That the angle is seventy-five Oh, 75 degrees is the angle in relationship to the sun.
Yeah, but it also tells the bees the distance they're gonna have to go just to get there! Ooh It's a waggle dance, waggle dance Show them where they got to go! It's a waggle dance, waggle dance Take it to the bee chateau! Let's do it! Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, stop! Figure eight and shake it again! Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, stop! Everybody shake your rear end! You got it! Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, stop! Come on and swing those skirts! Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, stop! Try to hit 'em at thirteen hertz! That's right! It's a waggle dance, waggle dance Show them where they got to go! It's a waggle dance, waggle dance Take it to the bee chateau! (Waggle dance!) Ah, my Locatif-icator has led me to the mother lode! The royal jelly room at the Moist Beauty Works factory! It won't be long now, Agent Pinky.
Soon I'll be able to carry out my most beautifully evil plan yet! Bad doggy! Bad, bad doggy! That's the last time I buy a cheap designer knockoff trap from downtown.
I don't believe it! Fortune is smiling upon me like the creepy guy on the corner of 3rd and Main! We're in the royal jelly chamber of the Moist Beauty organic cosmetics factory! How unbelievably coincidental.
No, really, I mean, I couldn't have asked for a better place to crash.
Anyway, you have failed, Pinky the Chihuahua, and brought me right to the biggest supply of royal jelly in the Tri-State Area! I.
can't move.
I.
can't move.
Well, I— I'm not much larger and I'm not really feeling royal at all.
I— I suppose my plan was predicated on a faulty hypothesis now, wasn't it? I guess there's only one thing to say, and that's Curse you, Pinky the Chihuahua! Ooh, how humiliating.
Piloted off to the pokey by a pooch.
Here's your patch and here's my patch! Yay! Time to party! Sorry we're late, Phineas.
Our bee ceremony ran long.
No worries, Isabella.
Go ahead and join Mom in the fun.
Come on, girls! Let's hit the pool! Aw It's just like old times.
Hey, Isabella! We're having iced tea! You want some, honey? What did you say? I said, we're having iced tea! You want some honey? Oh.
Um Sure! Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, stop! Figure eight and shake it again! Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, stop! Everybody shake your rear end! You got it! Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, stop! Come on and swing those skirts! Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, stop! Try to hit 'em at thirteen hertz! That's right! It's a waggle dance, waggle dance Show them where they got to go! It's a waggle dance, waggle dance Take it to the bee chateau! (Waggle dance!)