Happy New Year!/Transcript

(the words "Happy New Year!" appear in a twinkling font in the sky; the shot pans down to the Garcia-Shapiros' driveway)

Vivian: Have fun at the party!

Linda: (in her car) Thanks for having the boys over tonight, Vivian.

Vivian: Oh, no problem, Linda. I have all the neighborhood kids tonight.

Candace: (in the back seat of the car) C'mon, c'mon, I don't want to be late for my first grown-up party!

Linda: Heh. Okay, hun. Bye everyone! Happy New Year!

Phineas: Bye guys!

Isabella, Buford, Baljeet, Vivian: Goodbye!

Phineas, Isabella, Buford, Baljeet, Vivian: Happy New Year!

Isabella: We're gonna have so much fun! We've got noisemakers, balloons, confetti...

Vivian: And of course, we'll all stay up till midnight and watch the New Year's Eve ball drop!

Buford: Baljeet's already out! (elbowing Baljeet, who is asleep standing up) Wake up, will ya! You're drooling all over my arm!

Baljeet: You know, saliva is 98% water and the other 2% is made up of very beneficial electrolytes. It is gross, but it is science.

Buford: You're lucky the gross factor outweighs the science factor, or you'd have a one-way ticket to wedgie town!

Phineas: Well, it'll be fun to finally see the ball drop.

Vivian: Oh, it's a wonderful tradition!

Isabella: And, of course, there's the other tradition of kissing someone special at midnight.

Phineas: Well then, I know what we're going to do tonight.

Isabella: Really?

Phineas: Yeah! We're gonna make our own New Year's ball and drop it from outer space!

Vivian: Your mother is right, Phineas. You have such an active imagination!

Isabella: (dryly) Not active enough.

Vivian: I'm going to make some hot chocolate. You kids come in when you want to warm up. Hey, where's your platypus?

(Perry lifts a patch of ice in the backyard and drops down into his lair)

Major Monogram: (wearing a winter knit cap) Morning, Agent P. Sorry about the cold climate inside your lair; see, the heating system is on the fritz and we had to call a guy in from Aruba, but I can assure you that we are all in the same boat here. (Perry is now completely frozen in ice, except for his bill) You're not alone in this; we are all sharing the pain, and... (a beach ball hits the background, which drops, revealing that Monogram is in Aruba) Heh heh heh, awk-ward.

Carl: Race ya to the wet ski!

Monogram: Um, uh, Doof's doing something in City Hall, uh, put a stop to whatever it is. (running after Carl) Hey Carl, I get the blue one!

Perry: (frozenly chatters)

(Song: Quirky Worky Song)

Isabella: Okay, Phineas, we're good to go!

Phineas: Great. Bring her down! How's the soldering going up there?

Baljeet: Ferb is almost done.

Phineas: How are you doing, Buford?

Buford: Why do I have to paint? Painting is for babies and beatniks!

Phineas: That's no ordinary paint. It's a super-sealer that will protect us from the cold, dark vacuum of space!

Buford: Beatnik talk!

Irving: (followed by the Fireside Girls and two other kids, all staring in awe at the ball) Hey, Phineas. Mind if we see the inside?

Phineas: Not at all! (they enter; each room is shown as Phineas mentions it) Check it out! A multi-level New Year's ball with punch bowl sailing...

Isabella: Ahoy!

Phineas: ...balloon room, the bed of a thousand coats, an infinity slide, and through here, the grand ballroom! In other words, a ball within a ball!

Irving: Whoa!

Phineas: Irving?

Irving: (on the infinity slide, which is a twisted Möbius strip) How do I get out of here?!