Just Passing Through/Transcript

Phineas:  So, what's the plan today, Dad?

Lawrence: Well, your mother's jazz trio has a gig at the Mayor's Day festivities, and I will be running the antiques auction, oh yes! I'm very excited because we have a collection of steamrollers on the block, all imported from England.

Candace: You're kidding. There's a market for that?

Lawrence: Oh, you'd be surprised, what with Steamroller Today magazine and the Wacky Steamroller videos posted on the Internet. The public is going crazy for the flattening arts.

Candace: Pfff. People and their silly trends. Hey, Mom, can I get a pink streak in my hair?

Linda: Why would you do that?

Candace: To express my individuality! Everyone's doing it!

Linda: No! Well, I'm all set. I've got my lucky guitar strings, wearing my lucky underwear, and, of course, I've got...(She digs a golden guitar pick out of her pocket, but it goes flying through the air and slides into the crack between floor and wall) Oh, no! My lucky gold guitar pick! (Gets down on all fours to peer into the crack) It's wedged in the wall.

Lawrence: Oh, here. Try my lucky butter knife. (He hands the knife to Linda and she pokes it into the crack, wiggling it, but it's too short)

Linda: Oh, it's too far in. (Stands) You gave me that for our anniversary.

Lawrence: Oh, don't worry, love. I'll get a contractor in here to retrieve it.

Linda: I hate the idea of someone cutting a hole in my nice wall. Well I can't worry about it right now. I've got music to make!

Lawrence: Whoa, yes, we've got to go. See you kids at the festival later, okay?

Linda: Bye!

Phineas and Candace: Good luck!

Phineas:  I know what we're gonna do today, Ferb! Hey! Where's Perry?

(Perry sneaks into the kitchen and spits into a spitoon vase. Immediately the DNA in it is scanned, accepted, and a section of the wall spins around. In the lair, the chair spins around and Agent P is seated in it)

Monogram: Good morning, Agent P. How do you like the new spitoon lair entrance? Anyway, your mission. The mayor, Roger Doofenshmirtz, is being honored today with a statue at the Mayor's Day Festival. (Background of screen becomes a weather map with Heinz's and Roger's faces on it. Monogram is holding a pointer stick) Considering Doofenshmirtz's hatred for his brother, the forecast suggests mild tomfoolery with a sixty percent chance of slapstick violence. Good luck, Agent P. Now on to Tom Perkins with sports.

(In the garage. Ferb is holding a silver ball. Isabella, Baljeet, and Buford enter)

Isabella: Whatcha doin?