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♪ The origins of this festival

are from an era feudal ♪

♪ Traditions practiced in the past ♪

♪ Were painful gross and brutal ♪

♪ But now it's mostly baking that's the whole

kit and caboodle ♪

♪ So sit back down and have yourself a plate

of droogen strudel ♪

♪ The emissaries will be here to put it

to the test ♪

♪ And droogen can be difficult to cook and

to digest ♪

♪ But if our recipe is flawless then they're

bound to be impressed ♪

♪ Here at Droogen, Droogen Droogen, Droogen Droogen Fest ♪

♪ Here at Droogen, Droogen Droogen, Droogen Droogen, Droogen, Droogen ♪

♪ Droogen, Droogen Droogen, Droogen, Droogen Droogen Fest, ja! ♪

Okay, listen up, ladies. The Mayor has tasked us,

Troop 46231, with baking the official droogen

strudel for the tasting today.

The key to making droogen strudel is the raisin-like

dried doonkleberries called the droogen.

Now, there are going to be actual Drusselsteinian

emissaries here at the fair. And these emissaries

are real sticklers about their droogen strudels,

so no distractions.

Every fiber of our full attention must be laser

focused on this task.

I wonder what Phineas and Ferb are

up to?

I present to you the world's largest doonkleberry.

Wow. I never thought the process of

growing a berry that big

would be so disgusting.

Mom!

The droogen folks will love it.

Now we just have to get it there.

It seems too heavy for an airlift.

Perhaps if we had two trucks attached side by side--

Or, we could just roll it there.

Now those are some transportation logistics

that I can get behind.

Ha! "Two trucks attached side by side."

How foolish could I be!

Hey! Where's Perry?

Come on, come on, come on!

And back in the house we go.

Agent P, Doofenshmirtz has been spotted at Droogen Fest.

He's probably just there to celebrate--

Or he could try and interfere with the droogen strudel tasting.

Our entire economy depends on establishing trade

with the Drusselsteinians.

- Seriously? - Yes.

If anything goes wrong,

the Tri-State Area may have to sell off one of the state areas.

Leaving just a bi-state area?

What are you waiting for, Agent P? Go after him!

Do you know how bad it looks when you know something that I don't?

Never know something that I don't.

Now, Carl, where did I put my keys?

I don't know.

Looks great, ladies! Everything is going without a hitch.

Hey, I'm Drusselsteinian. I deserve to be here.

And that sounds like a hitch waiting to happen.

Tasting room is for bakers and emissaries only.

I'm just here to... help, yeah, help, definitely not evil.

What are you doing here, Dr. Doofenshmirtz?

Um... Have we met?

Yes.

Wait, wait, I got it, I got it. Are you my dentist?

What? No! You seriously don't remember me?

We borrowed your spaceship and traversed an alien planet?

First of all, it's a galactic travelernator,

not a spaceship. We even did that

whole song sequence together.

Oh, did it go a little something like...

- Yes! - Nope, doesn't ring a bell.

The emissaries are here. Mitsi!

You! Leave now.

But I wanted to help with the baking process.

No, thanks! This baking patch ain't for nothing.

This is perfect place for festival, ja?

Which is very disappointing, hmm?

All festivals in Drusselstein are set four miles west

of the perfect place to put them.

Shriveled man not shriveled enough.

And where Droogy? Dancing mascot?

I pre-pay for meet and greet.

Well, I think you are going to love the droogen strudel we made.

I fast for weeks for this tasting of droogen strudel.

I missed my child's birthday for this.

I missed my own wedding.

You've got this, Isabella.

Turn coming! Everybody lean left.

Your left or doonkleberry left?

That is the same direction!

You should've been more clear.

No, no, Buford!

Aw, looks like we're taking the scenic route.

Ah, Perry the Platypus. You're just in time.

Let's squeeze in a quick ride while I monologue. Oh.

Pull on the yellow tab. You're trapped!

Anyway, you know that feeling when you think

you're biting into a delicious gooey chocolate chip cookie

but-- it's actually

a gross oatmeal raisin cookie instead?

That's how I feel about droogens.

Seriously. Droogens have a very discouraging flavor.

I left Drusselstein just to get away from that stuff.

My tragic childhood and all those backstories, I can put up with that stuff.

But droogens, that is where I draw the line.

But, I digress. Every day, I digress.

I go off topic and just ramble.

Look, look! I'm doing it right now.

Right now I'm digressing. Anyway...

Behold! My droogen chocolate swapinator!

With this, I'll swap out all the droogens in a one-mile

radius for chocolate.

Then all those little droogen lovers will know my pain...

Hey, tampering with the yellow tab is a safety viola...

Okay, this droogen strudel is going to knock your rockenhosen off.

Taste my bitter dark chocolatey wrath!

Wait, these droogens look awfully chocolatey.

Does that mean... Mmm!

Oh, the shriveled man is chocolate!

The droogens are gone!

My plan worked! Wow, what is this weird feeling?

Is this getting a win?

'Cause I could get used to this!

What went wrong?

It tastes like chocolate.

It's not dry or discouraging at all.

Where are the droogens?

No contract for you. We'll return to Drusselstein.

Hey! That's our stuff. You waste our time,

we take your stuff. Mmm-hmm.

But we followed the recipe to a T. What went wrong?

It worked, Perry the Platypus! It worked.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am sad to report our trade agreement with Drusselstein has failed.

It looks like we'll have to sell off one of our state areas.

- Seriously? - Yes.

If anything goes wrong, the Tri-State Area

may have to sell off one of the state areas.

Leaving just a bi-state area?

What are you waiting for, Agent P? Go after him!

Do you know how bad it looks when you know something that I don't?

Never know something that I don't.

Now, Carl, where did I put my keys?

I don't know.

Looks great, ladies! Everything is going without a hitch.

Hey, I'm Drusselsteinian. I deserve to be here.

And that sounds like a hitch waiting to happen.

Tasting room is for bakers and emissaries only.

I'm just here to... help, yeah, help, definitely not evil.

What are you doing here, Dr. Doofenshmirtz?

Um... Have we met?

Yes.

Wait, wait, I got it, I got it. Are you my dentist?

What? No! You seriously don't remember me?

We borrowed your spaceship and traversed an alien planet?

First of all, it's a galactic travelernator,

not a spaceship. We even did that

whole song sequence together.

Oh, did it go a little something like...

- Yes! - Nope, doesn't ring a bell.

The emissaries are here. Mitsi!

You! Leave now.

But I wanted to help with the baking process.

No, thanks! This baking patch ain't for nothing.

This is perfect place for festival, ja?

Which is very disappointing, hmm?

All festivals in Drusselstein are set four miles west

of the perfect place to put them.

Shriveled man not shriveled enough.

And where Droogy? Dancing mascot?

I pre-pay for meet and greet.

Well, I think you are going to love the droogen strudel we made.

I fast for weeks for this tasting of droogen strudel.

I missed my child's birthday for this.

I missed my own wedding.

You've got this, Isabella.

Turn coming! Everybody lean left.

Your left or doonkleberry left?

That is the same direction!

You should've been more clear.

No, no, Buford!

Aw, looks like we're taking the scenic

route.

Ah, Perry the Platypus. You're just in time.

Let's squeeze in a quick ride while I monologue. Oh.

Pull on the yellow tab. You're trapped!

Anyway, you know that feeling when you think

you're biting into a delicious gooey chocolate chip cookie