How Phineas and Ferb: Save Summer Should Have Ended

==Transcript==
The summer snow was falling heavily while Phineas and the gang were hanging by a rope from their rocket at the top of Mount Danville. "It's not moving, Phineas!" Candace was saying, referring to the Earth, in her brother's earpiece. "It's like something's resisting our jets!"
"I was afraid of that," replied Phineas. "Listen, push the rockets up above the red line! We should be okay if you just do it slow and steady!"
"Oh, just like the rabbit in the story!"
"Yes, exact—wait, no! Like the turtle! Like the turtle!"
"Slow and steady," repeated Candace. She pushed on the sliders. "Slow and steady!" The rockets roared at maximum output.
Meanwhile at a local coffee shop, two men argued over their drinks. "Oh, come on," one said. 
"Everybody knows the Earth is round! You'd have to be an idiot to actually believe the Earth is flat!"
"Oh yeah?" argued the other. "Well, if the Earth is round and spinning on an axis as it orbits the sun, how come we can't feel it moving?"
At precisely that moment, the Earth lurched in its orbit, and everything not nailed down was flung backwards.
"Are you sure you can't feel it moving?" the first man shouted over the debris whipping past him while he clung for dear life to a table leg.
"Oh, this?" answered back the second man from the other table leg. "It's just the building settling..."
How Phineas and Ferb: Save Summer Should Have Ended
"Mr. President!" A worried looking White House aide burst into the Oval Office. "A group of evil scientists located in the Tri-State Area have moved the Earth away from the sun and are threatening to plunge us into a new ice age if we don't meet their demands!"
"A group of, uh, evil scientists, uh, you say?" asked the President.
"They're calling themselves 'LOVEMUFFIN,' sir."
"And they're located in the, uh, Tri-State Area?"
"In Danville, to be precise."
The President stood up. "Well, then, uh, what are we waiting for? This is a threat to the, uh, United States of America, and the world! And they, uh, just declared war on us! We can, uh, handle this. Mobilize strike teams! The Army, Marines, National Guard, the, uh, Navy Seals, I want them all, uh, down there! Heck, we have already established this as part of the, uh, Marvel universe. Why not, uh, initiate the, uh, Theta Protocol while we're at it! Call in the Avengers!"
"Right away, sir!" The aide rushed back out the way he came.
The President sat back down and steepled his fingers on his desk. "Oh, I, uh, forgot to order someone to get me another, uh, tub of pretzels. Where's the Vice President?"
OR...
"Carl!" Monty Monogram exclaimed. "The evil scientists of LOVEMUFFIN have captured all of our agents!"
"Ugh!" Carl slouched, defeated. "My first day on the job and all my agents get captured!? What am I gonna do?"
"Simple," replied Monty. "Let's go get them! We have the advantage: we have the best agent with us, and we have the element of surprise! We can't lose!"
Carl stared at Monty without blinking. "Well, we could still lose, even with the best agent and the element of surprise." He glanced at Agent P. "Right?" Perry shrugged. "I'm just saying, it's not impossible. And I'm not saying we will lose, either, just that, you know, it could happen. Let's not get ahead of ourselves with over-positive thinking."
Monty folded his arms. "What, you have the mustache, and now you think you're Major Semantics?"
"Look," Carl said, "I think there's one other advantage we've overlooked."
"There is?" asked Monty.
Later…
"Now the world knows LOVEMUFFIN is not an organization to be trifled with!" Rodney declared.
"Yeah, meanwhile, you may have plunged the Earth into another ice age," detracted Doofenshmirtz.
At that moment, a huge robot treehouse controlled by Carl smashed through the wall into LOVEMUFFIN's secret lair. "Robot treehouse smash!" he yelled.
"What? The O.W.C.A. is here?" Rodney exclaimed, shocked.
"Yeah, we were gonna try to sneak in and break all the animal agents out quietly, but then I thought, we have all these inventions just sitting in our downstairs lab! All Doof's Inators, plus the Flynn-Fletcher boys' creations, just sitting there all summer; now's a good time to use those! I mean, that's how the last evil scientist that successfully took over the Tri-State Area was defeated."
Perry appeared through the hole made by Carl, inserted two fingers in his mouth, and whistled. A large robot dog jumped through and crashed into the room, sending the evil scientists scattering. The dog plucked the Shift-the-Earth's-Position-Away-From-the-Sun-Inator up and tossed it outside, snapping its connection with Jupiter's gravitational pull.
"Now, for the Shrink-Inator," Monty said from the balcony where he had lain hidden at. He pointed the Inator down at the evil scientists. "And, shrink!" Every scientist was zapped. 
"Next, the Mime-Inator!" He hit the 'Fire' button on another menacing looking machine. "And you're all trapped inside an invisible box!"
"Saved the day!" Carl climbed out of the treehouse and high-fived Agent P.
OR…
"Actually, I'm not even trying to take over the Tri-State Area today," Doofenshmirtz ranted. "You see, I have a problem: I am very fair-skinned. I don't know if you've noticed. I have to use SPF 120 sunscreen, even on a cloudy day, or I'll burn. I mean, I'll actually burst into flames. And I got this whole crate on sale, and look! It's all 110 SPF! I thought I was getting 120! This is not gonna work. So, rather than return this whole mess, which means I'd have to get in a car, drive down there, wait in line, then answer a bunch of questions about the delicacy of my epidermis, I'm just gonna move the Earth away from the sun just enough that the 110 will work. Simple!"
Agent P squinted coldly at his nemesis.
"Hey, you know what I just thought of?" Doof continued to muse. "Next time I have to go shopping for sunscreen, if I can only find SPF 95, or 80, or any other continually diminishing number, I can just come back and move the Earth further and further away, according to my needs. Ooh, I'm a genius!" The evil scientist made a proud gesture with the hand that wasn't holding the mop.
"To that end, I have created—tada!—the Shift-the-Earth's-Position-Away-From-the-Sun-Inator! I know, the name's a little cumbersome. Heh, I guess my fortune cookie was right, I do tend to overcomplicate things! I wonder if that means these lottery numbers are—OOF!" He was interrupted mid-sentence by Agent P's sucker punch to the face.
Doofenshmirtz recovered and took a swing at Agent P with his mop. Perry sneakily caught the mop and climbed on it, sitting at its edge behind Dr. D as he rested it by the handle on his shoulder. Confused, Doof looked around for his nemesis. Agent P tapped on his shoulder, attracting his attention, then pulled on his long, pointy nose, escaping by jumping into the carton of sunscreen.
"Ow!"
Doofenshmirtz retaliated by swinging at the container. He whipped it hard enough for it to slam against the Inator, causing Perry to fall on the 'Fire' button. A green beam of light connected between Earth and Jupiter, causing the Earth to shift in the direction of the gas giant.
"Ehehe," cackled Doofenshmirtz. "You fired my Ina—doh!"
Agent P slapped Doofenshmirtz across the face with the mop, again and again.
Meanwhile, the Earth shook. The kids were too occupied with the Ferbographic projections across the globe to notice, although the crowds listening to 'Summer All Over the World!' grew apprehensive.
"Whoa, what was that?" Buford asked.
"We are rocking this place!" was all Phineas said.
Back at Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated, Dr. D was looking at his wristwatch. "And I think we just went to commercial. Whew! What a cliffhanger, eh?"
Agent P was making his way back out the door.
"Hey, Perry the Platypus, where are you going?" Doofenshmirtz called. "You're just gonna leave? Not to tell you how to do your job, just pointing out the usual routine here, but you're not gonna, I don't know, hit my self-destruct button? Pull the reverse switch? I have those on this model, see?"
Agent P shook his head.
"Really? You're just gonna walk back to OWCA headquarters and use that secret agent handshake password to get in and just forget about me? After you had the upper hand just seconds ago? Harsh, man."
The door slammed shut.
"Curse you, regularly scheduled commercial breaks and the lazy writers who utilize them to make you gloss over recently transpired events!" Doofenshmirtz shouted. "But not you, Perry the Platypus, I won't curse you this time, because you could have easily destroyed my Inator just now, and you didn't. But don't think I'll forget this so easily, either, you—oh, look!" A light on the wall was blinking. "My pizza delivery guy trap has just activated!"
Doofenshmirtz made his way to the hallway that connected his building to the parking garage. He flipped on the light switch.
The trap held a young boy, a man in a tracksuit, a British-looking fellow, and a man wearing a business suit from the nineteenth century. "Professor Time? My name is Milo Murphy, and the future is going to be plunged into an early ice age! We need your help!"
"Wait, you're not my pizza delivery guy!" Doofenshmirtz reacted. "This is my pizza guy delivery trap!"
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"One measly rocket on one mountain isn't going to move the Earth, Phineas," Candace pointed out.
"That's why we've enlisted the help of other kids around the world. See? There's Floria and Abdul on Mount Kilimanjaro, Ganash and Kabul on Mount Everest, Vsevolod and Vanko at the top of Mount Elbrus, and Lupert and Eorpwald on Mount Haggenhuge. Eorpwald's the goat. While they finish fine-tuning, we'll move—"
"Wait, wait, wait," interrupted Candace. "Are we supposed to assume those kids are all genius engineering prodigies like you and Ferb? Like, do they all fit into a daily routine like the one that our lives seem to be structured around, too? Are they regularly building impossible inventions, carpe-ing all those diems, all while having no discernable financial backing? Do they have an older sibling trying to bust them? Or a pet who always disappears at the beginning of each day and eventually turns up safely at the end of the day? Do their inventions always disappear, too?"
"Hmm, you know, Candace, I don't know," Phineas said.
"It sort of cheapens the lives you and Ferb live, if there are all these other people out there who can build amazing inventions and stuff, too. Plus having the universe bending to their wills, and the Mysterious Force always giving them favors, et cetera."
"Look, can we get back to saving the world, please?"
"I just wanna know why nobody else is talking about this, that's all."
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