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I found it. I'm here, but I'm trapped and there's no way out, eh?
And now I'm- [screaming]
And that mysterious transmission was the last time he was ever seen.
We have no idea who that is or what you're talking about.
That was the last recording of Professor Lem Enall.
Let me tell you about the theoretical AltSpace between dimensions.
People say that when an object, like a spoon or a sock,
is inexplicably lost,
it is because it fell through a portal into the AltSpace.
How can objects do that?
No idea. But in an attempt to prove
the AltSpace was real, Professor Lem Enall,
Canadian multi-spatial scientist, set about trying to build the device
that would allow us to see those invisible portals.
That should do it, eh?
[Baljeet] He switched on the device
and searched for the AltSpace, but found nothing.
[disappointed] Hmm.
Disappointed, but still determined,
he took a break to get some pancakes.
[chewing loudly]
Now, just where did that spoon go?
[gasps] There must be a portal around here.
Wait, wait. There it is.
[chuckles] I finally found it, eh? A portal into AltSpace.
[people screaming]
Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry. Oh. Getting sucked in here. [chuckles nervously]
[Baljeet] That is when the professor mysteriously vanished.
And the only thing left was his device.
Which I purchased online from his estate.
I got such a deal. [laughs]
Oh, look, it's working.
[device hums]
- Whoa! - Whoa. This explains
where my phone charger disappeared to.
Hey, no poking the interdimensional soft spots with a stick.
Relax, I'm just trying to see if I can fish my phone charger out of there.
[screaming]
- [Baljeet screaming] - [Phineas] Buford!
- Baljeet! - [screams]
We have to go in after them.
But the portal's gone.
Well, we should be able to find the portal again with this,
but we'll need some way to get out.
Like, maybe an interdimensional vehicle like... Oh, like that.
I know what we're gonna do today, gang.
Hey, where's Perry?
What? You don't have a monopoly on cool lair entrances.
In any case, Agent P,
we're getting reports of somber organ music coming from Doof's place
and no good can come from that. Go check it out.
[man on TV] Grievance 9. The Grave-ence.
[both scream]
[Linda] The Grave-ence? Ooh, looks spooky.
You sure you're up for this?
Totally. And here's why.
In horror movies, usually, everyone dies except one final girl left standing.
Tonight, we're gonna be our own final girls
and watch this movie to the end.
No distractions. No bathroom breaks.
- Well, have fun. - [both in unison] Final girls!
Oh, no. We are stuck in another dimension. Again.
I know it was just the end of last summer, but it feels like years ago.
[Buford] This one's different.
It's got pancake places. Look.
The professor disappeared at a pancake place.
Maybe he is in here somewhere. Oh.
And look, we have more mass than most things in this dimension.
The gravity is almost... sticky.
Come on, let's see if we can find the professor.
Together, we might be able to find a way home-
[monster roaring]
[Baljeet] Buford, did you hear that? [whimpers]
[Buford] There's something else in here with us.
Maybe we conduct our research someplace more...
[panicked breathing] ...away from here!
[chorus singing] ? Doofenshmirtz bought a pipe organ ?
[? pipe organ playing]
- Welcome to my funeral. - [gasps]
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't- I didn't mean to scare you, Perry the Platypus,
but won't you sign my... condolences card? [laughs maniacally]
Oh, hi, Perry.
I appreciate you wearing black in honor of my passing.
[Vanessa] I always wear black.
What? What's wrong?
Is it the coffin? Oh, it's the coffin, isn't it?
Well, get over it. That's just a prop. It's not even the Inator.
Behold, my Tombstone-inator.
I had wanted to carve my own tombstone out of granite, but it took too long.
So I created an Inator to make tombstones
and painstakingly carved that Inator out of granite.
This way I can make as many tombstones as I want.
And more tombstones means more mourners, Perry the Platypus.
I got the idea from watching a sad movie
where everyone was inconsolable over losing a loved one or something.
I can't remember. It was a long movie.
Anyway, with this Inator, I can place tombstones all over town
and send the entire tri-state area into a state of perpetual mourning.
And, you know, they'll be so distracted, I can take over.
- It all comes back around to that. - [? Norm playing lively tune]
- Uh, Norm. You're killing the mood. - Sorry, sir,
but your plan is in very bad taste.
Well, then, good thing it's not up for debate.
[machine whirring, crackling]
So, what do you want on your tombstone, Perry the Platypus?
[? eerie music playing]
Aw, you didn't even sign the card.
Hey, that was custom framed.
[grunting] See, this is why I prefer an open casket.
- [? Norm playing the organ] - I heard that.
[? quirky music playing]
[beeps]
I feel like a junk drawer on legs.
Buford, I do not know what is after us,
but we have to find the professor.
If that beast didn't eat him.
And figure out a way home soon,
or we'll be stuck in here forever.
- Nah, the gang will save us. - But how will they find us?
No phone reception.
But I got a Wi-Fi signal, probably from the pancake places.
We can send a video.
- [beeps] - If you get this message,
Buford and I are stuck in the AltSpace.
We're between one pancake place and another pancake place.
You cannot miss it.
Ooh, and can you bring us some nachos?
[roaring]
And please hurry!
- [thudding] - [Dr. Doofenshmirtz] Oh, ow.
- You've got me right in my places. - [fighting continues]
That smarts.
- [? cheerful music playing] - [all screaming]
- [EKG beeping] - [Inator zaps]
[EKG flatlines]
I can't believe you spent the whole day preparing for Crabby's funeral
and you didn't order a tombstone.
Actually, I just had him cremated.
It can only get us when we're in a graveyard.
- [electricity zaps] - [Candace] What? Where are they?
- [both screaming] - [Baljeet in video] You cannot miss it.
[Buford in video] Ooh, and can you bring us some nachos?
- [monster roaring in video] - [Baljeet] And please hurry!
On it! But how are we gonna find them?
This place is all pancake places.
The good news is, Ferb installed an organic matter tracker,
and he's got a ping on Buford and Baljeet.
- What's the bad news? - Bad news is,
there's a third ping, and it's heading right for them.
[woman singing] ? In this liminal gutter ?
? Sticky syrup and butter ?
? Dripping down the walls ?
? The lights flicker and flutter ?
? It's making me shudder ?
? Circling the halls ?
? Never ending How much time are we spending? ?
? A reality bending scare ?
? We gotta get out of I don't know where ?
[? singer vocalizing]
? I don't know ?
? Where ?
? Lost in the backrooms ?
? Trapped in a vacuum of time and space ?
? Space, space, space, space ?
? A perpetual doom zone ?
[Dr. Doofenshmirtz singing] ? Lousy with tombstones that all bear my face ?
[woman singing] ? I'm not comprehending Insanity pending ?
? Descending into despair ?
? We gotta get out of I don't know where ?
? Oh, I don't know where ?
? I don't know where ?
[? song ends]
[panting] A dead end.
Oh, I'd love to try the French toast If we weren't running for our lives.
[electricity crackling]
[roaring]
- Ah! - Looks like
we're gonna be the French toast.
- [roars] - [panting]
[growls]
You will not harm my friend, monster.
It's a lot less heroic when you're standing behind me.
[roaring]
- [screaming] - [Buford] Mommy!
Who wants nachos? Get in.
[Dr. Doofenshmirtz mumbling imperceptibly]
I'll be honest, this whole scheme seems
sort of poorly thought out now that I have- [yells]
[Inator buzzing]
[Dr. Doofenshmirtz] Well, that is unfortunate.
Wait. No, don't go.
You're gonna miss the funeral pinata. It has candy.
Curse you, Perry-
[? Norm playing the organ]
[Dr. Doofenshmirtz] I'm not dead, Norm.
[? jovial music playing]
[Dr. Doofenshmirtz] All right. Now it's growing on me.
Where did all these tombstones come from?
Where are Phineas and Ferb? I hope they're okay.
- Um, what just happened? - I have no idea. But where are the boys?
- [all cheering] - I am relieved.
There they are.
Okay, I'm relieved you guys are okay but...
- [exclaiming] - ...what is this enor-
[roaring]
- [Phineas] No. - [Baljeet] It's here.
- Mommy. - Less relieved.
No, if you want them, you're gonna have to go through these final girls.
[rattling]
The monster. It's not a monster anymore.
Professor Lem Enall?
That was you under all those found objects?
It sure was. The longer I was trapped in there,
the more junk I picked up until I was completely covered, eh?
But thanks to you kids, I was able to get out.
So what was with all the "rah", and, "ahg", and all the monster-y-ness?
Sorry 'bout that, eh?
But you'd be grumpy too, if you were covered in junk from head to toe.
Been there, done that.
Say, that's quite a vehicle you got there, eh?
Mind if I, uh, take a look?
Sure. I mean, it is your device that makes it all work.
So we'd be happy to let you have it.
Thanks. I'll, uh, see you guys later, eh?
Oh, hi, kids.
Looks like you could all use a late night snack. Come on in.
But-but-but Candace, we didn't finish the movie.
That's the thing about being a final girl, Stacy.
You always live to fight another day.
- [both] Final gir- [screaming] - [chitters]
- [both gasp] - Oh, there you are, Perry.
[? upbeat music plays]
? We're eating ?
? We are suits We are Candace suits ?
? We're eating ?
? We are suits We are Candace suits ?
? But we don't want to eat alone so we'll eat with all our clones ?
? We are eating ?
? We have no credit cards We have no cash ?
? This is the biggest Danville dine and dash ?
? They can't lock us up Can't put us in a cell ?
? It's kinda hard to prosecute a mob of empty shells ?
? We're eating ?
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