Phineas and Ferb

That is good!

Mom, Phineas and Ferb are making another winter theme title sequence!

Okay, Ferb. Open the floodgates!

What do you think?

Baljeet: It is like our own miniature Canada.

But, of course without the beavers, moose

and disproportionate number of comedians!

Or Canadian bacon. I forgot all about Canadian Bacon.

You realize it is only ham.

Candace: Phineas!

And Ferb! You are so busted!

Hello, boys! Splendid job on the hockey rink!

Well, that was amusing!

Great skating, Dad. Boys, I've got some good news for you.

I've arranged for you to play a little exhibition match

between periods of the Danville Icetrays game.

Oh you mean like a half-time?

Well, it's three periods, so it's really two-thirds' time.

Blame sport-terms. That's what's keeping the Canadians down.

If we're going to be the entertainment, then, we better kick it up a notch.

Hockey Z9? Hockey Z9.

Oh, like Football X7. What happened to Y8?

Oh, we're saving that for croquet.

Ferb, grab your toolbox, we've got work to do.

What's the big deal with hockey, anyway?

Well, it's hard to explain, actually.

Taking a flip pass from the winger, shoulder deking the defenseman

and then tossing it right over the ol' glove hand!

Oh, it just takes hold of you. Like a fever!

Did you play a lot of hockey in England there, Dad?

Never once. Hey, Candace.

Oh! Hi, Jeremy! What a great ice rink!

Wouldn't it just be perfect for...

...figure skating! Ice Hockey!

What? Oh, yeah, ice hockey!

I didn't know that you were a hockey fan, Candace.

You betcha! Flippin' over wing passes and shoulder dorking the ol' jazz hands!

It's like some kind of disease! Uh... yeah.

Say, Jeremy, why don't you join us today at the exhibition game today?

Sounds like fun. Oh, yeah! It sounds like...

Oh, hey. I got a phone call. From a real person. Gotta go.

Stacy, we have a Code Teal. Locusts? Are you sure?

No, wait... I mean Code Periwinkle.

Periwinkle. A hockey emergency? I'm on it!

Speaking of Periwinkle, where is Perry?

Carl, I'm freezing. Did you call that repair guy yet?

Carl: I left him a message, sir.

I think he went to Aruba for winter break.

Lucky dog. It's cold and... Oh, H.B.

Didn't hear you come in. I have no idea what Doofenshmirtz is up to.

It seems all of our computers froze. Isn't that right, Carl?

Tech Support says everything is fine!

Well, I'm sure whatever Doof is up to,

he's probably much warmer than we are.

And that alone should be reason to stop him.

Good luck, Agent P!

Announcer: Welcome hockey hounds to the hypothermic hypodrome

of Danville Mountain Top Winter Arena,

where our own Danville Icetrays will cross sticks

with the combative Crosstown contenders!

Reigning over the skating skirmish tonight as guest referee

is hockey hall-of-famer, Luc Robitaille.

Is anyone else cold? Why is it so cold in here?

All: We don't know, Luc Robitaille!

Man: Actually, I brought a blanket, so I'm okay!

Here we are! Oh, this is so exciting.

I've always wanted to be a hockey mom. Excuse me for a second.

System check. Stacy, can you read me?

I've got the hockey reference manuals,

league website and official rules up and ready.

Stacy, Mom said it's my turn to use the computer!

Not now Ginger, I'm busy.

Don't make me open that can of whipped cream on you.

Or however that goes.

Doofenshmirtz: Ah! Perry the Platypus! Come in.

How do you like my evil igloo hide-out up in the Danville Mountains?

Would you like some hot cocoa?

No? Then, how about a marshmallow?

Hah! Trapped you again!

I think I've figured out why I haven't been able to take over the Tri-State Area.

I've been too much of a nice guy.

Nice guys can't take over large metropolitan areas.

Except for Roger, but we're not talking about Roger.

I've gotta get mean. I've gotta get ugly and possibly hairy.

I've got to learn to be more like the Abominable Snowman.

So I decided to build this.

Behold the Abominanebi...

The Aboniman...

The A-BOM-IN-A-BLE-NATOR.

See, I can only say it if I speak slowly.

The Abominable-inator.

Oh, look, if I... if I separate it, it works.

The Abominable-inator!

It makes whatever it hits bigger and scarier and hairier.

Anywho, behold.

Ok I know what you're thinking. Why this silly

little stocking cap and scarf? The truth is, I, uh...

I had some yarn.

On the blur of the bottom brings down the metaphorical curtain

on the scintillating second period of this titanic tussle

as the grim, gritty gladiatos vacate

the frozen field of flaming fighting ...

to prepare for the third period of this Tulican turf toast towers,

as the frosty defibulators mill the frozen peas of icy..

Oh, man. I'd better go lay down.

So, when all members of the offending team clear the defensive

zone at the same time, the delayed offside call is negated.

Wow. You really do know hockey.

Are you kidding?

Did you know, a referee makes most penalty calls...

...while the linesmen may call only obvious technical infractions... Go away!

...obvious technical infractions go away.

The player who committed the infraction is... no give me that.

No, Ginger, I'm busy. I said give me that back.

If you don't give that back to me right now...

Candace, gotta go.

Now for your entertainment, what we've

all been waiting for, little kids on ice!

This is so exciting. Oh!

I forgot to charge the battery. Oh, no. I can't miss this photo op.

Where is the gift shop?

It's way over there, on the other side of the arena.

I'll be right back.

Behold, Perry the Platypus, as I make myself abominable.

Ooh, it's all marshmallowy and hairy.

Not completely unlike summer camp.

Apparently, you gotta aim this thing a little better.

Ow!

Hmm. Something's not right in the hinterland.

Yikes!

Okay, Ferb, looks like we're on.

Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to be transported to a world where

everything you know has changed into a global glacial dystopia.

If you're looking for something fluffy, forget it, pal. Because this is

the future, where the only things left are hard, cold, and in most cases, pointy.

It's a world where the only way to survive is to play hockey when the things are

breaking around you. It's a world of skillful skating and incredible ice ramps,

puck-pushing prowess and savage snow gladiators.

Oh, this is so bustable! Mom, Da... Where's Mom?

She went to the gift shop to buy a disposable camera.

What the heck is that?

It's a camera that you send away to get the film part developed,

and then you take the non-film, camera-only part and you throw it away.

But where the heck is the film? Would you please just look in the back?

Announcer: This is the harsh hybrid hockey

of your dark dystopian destiny. Hockey Z9.

Thanks, Dink! Gotta get on the ice!

Ahhh!

Oh, my feet! Now it's working.

Hey, not bad. A little hairy, but not bad.

Now, to deal with you. Gotcha!

Hey, where'd you go? Oh, there you are.

Yes? Ow! Oh, you stupid thing...

Excuse me, I gotta get thru here. Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not allowed out there.

But I gotta go get my mom. This is the shortcut to the gift shop.

I'm sorry, you can't go out there.

That's for players only. Players, huh?

You're gonna go get a uniform and try to get out there, aren't you?

Is that a problem? No. As long as we're clear on the concept.

Hey, look at that. There was one in our Disposable Stuff From the '80s box.

Thanks, David. Let me know if you need more things to throw away!

Now, where the heck... Hey, how'd you get over there?

Don't do that! Oh, man!

Okay, now you're just showing off.

What? Is there something I should...

I fail to see how this could get any worse.

Curse you, Perry the Platypus...

What the... I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to happen. Mr. Stevens!

Mr. Stevens, I'm having trouble with the equipment!

Mom: Sorry, excuse me. Yes, you are number one.

Excuse me. Sorry, pardon me. All right, now I gotta... Excuse me!

Oh, check it out, a monster ice polishing machine!

Okay, everyone, looks like we're done. Let's get out of here.

Oh, my gosh. That is the cutest thing I've ever seen.