Phineas: You know Ferb, just think of all of 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?
(Ferb hands Phineas a blueprint)
Frosty: Hello! Winter time's fun! Follow me! Come on, follow me! (walks away)
Frosty:Plow! (screams and loud crash, carrot rolls to Perry)
Doofenshmirtz: What sort of plan is that, anyway? 'Let's go over to a stranger's house and, in song form, refuse to leave unless he hands over a food dish no one's prepared since the 16th century!'
After Doofenshirtz fires the Naughty-inator and the skies turn grey, Candace notices and points it out to Phineas and Ferb.
Phineas: Whoa. Is it me, or does the sky look really dark and ominous, as if it's foreshadowing events which will have a negative impact on our lives?
Carolers: ♪♪ We won't go until we get some, we won't go until we get some, we won't go until we get some, it's the principle—♪♪
Doofenshmirtz: Uh... hey, guys... look, don't hate me, but 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. I guess this whole thing was pretty easily resolved. I feel kind of sheepish about making such big deal, anyway... Here— figgy pudding! (hands to the carolers)
(the kids have just finished performing Danville for Niceness)
Isabella: What do you think the chances are someone at the North Pole saw it?
Phineas: What about you, Isabella? Isn't there some big Christmas wish that you're afraid will never come true?
Isabella: (excited) Oh, um... We don't really celebrate Christmas, but I got the coolest gifts for Hanukkah! Eight straight days of dreams come true! (pauses, realizing her mistake) I mean, I'm with you guys. Boo, no Christmas.
Josh: (after finishing their carol) Now let's sing: "But it's Christmas, Becky!"
Becky: You've GOTTA get over me, Josh!
Doofenshmirtz: Oh, I get it, a taste of my own medicine, right?. Oh and the bird. It doesn't even work! And a partridge on an evil scientist! See, there's no play on words! You—you're not clever! (After Agent P leaves) Oh, I hate Christmas. Yes, I hate Christmas! Woohoo! This is the best Christmas ever!
After Perry makes another Frosty come alive
Frosty: Hello! Winter time's fun! Follow me!
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