I do not own Phineas and Ferb. Any line that does not sound familiar is probably mine. The rest are quotes from this particular Phineas and Ferb episode.

Yeah, I would have updated sooner, but I kind of lost track of time. I got caught up in other stuff and totally didn't realize seven months have passed. Sorry, and I hope you enjoy.


Out of Toon Bloopers

Lounging in his trailer, Phineas kicked his feet up onto the small glass coffee table as he read idly through his script. He sat straighter against his couch cushions when he reached the point where the Idea of the Day was detailed. "Hey, we're getting turned into cartoons?" he asked eagerly.

Ferb, who was snacking on pretzels as he watched the television, turned to look at his friend. "I suppose so," he replied. "That's what it sounds like."

"Oh, sweet." Phineas grinned widely. "I always wanted to be in a cartoon. This is going to be fun."

"Or go horribly wrong," countered Ferb. "But I guess those two are synonymous when it comes to this crew."

Take One

"Hey, Dad! What are you watching?"

As Phineas delivered the line, he tried to jump up onto the green sofa and land in a sitting position. He gained too much bounce and ended up on the floor. Ferb stared down at the boy in amusement. "It's a couch, not a trampoline."

"Shut up." Phineas rubbed his forehead, which had thudded against the floor, and glared at Perry. "Stop smiling!"

Take Two

"Pinhead Pierre has the smallest head of which I'm aware. It's about the size and shape of a pear—"

Phineas, Ferb and Lawrence watched the cartoon play out on the television before them. The theme song was ludicrous and the brief display of content did not get any better. Ferb pressed his lips together, trying in vain not to laugh, but a snort broke through. That was all it took to send Phineas into laughter.

"I don't think this subject matter was a very good idea," spoke Lawrence with a grin. "Come now, Pinhead Pierre?"

"I don't know how the writers come up with this stuff," cackled Phineas.

"I can only imagine what the rejected ideas look like," remarked Ferb.

"Okay, we have to see those! Like now." Phineas glanced at the director. "Can we take a break?"

"No!"

Take One

Crawling across the grass of the Flynn-Fletcher backyard, a hole suddenly opened underneath Perry. He travelled down the chute and towards his secret lair. Instead of landing on his chair, he smacked into the cold floor.

Perry chattered in irritation as Francis and Carl burst into laughter on the large monitor. The director scowled. "Who's the wise guy that moved the chair?"

"It wasn't me!" protested Carl. "I swear!"

"I didn't do it," added Francis, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "But I wish I did."

"Sorry," one of the set guys piped up nervously. "I thought I was forgetting something…"

Take Three

"The last century, the forces of good and evil have been locked in a desperate race to harness and control the limitless power of dance."

When Francis uttered the last word, Carl was supposed to pop into view on the monitor and say it with him simutaneaously. But the redheaded intern stayed in place, staring off blankly. Setting his hands on his hips, Francis called, "Earth to Carl!"

Startled, Carl snapped back to reality. "Oh, shoot, did I miss the cue?"

"By a long shot. So long, in fact, it was probably the length of three football fields."

Take One

"All you do is tell the machine what you want," explained Phineas, gesturing to the PF-5000 Animatron. "I'd like my cartoon character to have the power to be everywhere at once. I'll be called Multi Man!"

The machine scanned him with a green ray, downloading his physical appearance into its database. Phineas grabbed his green-haired friend and added, "And Ferb would have a utility belt and use lots of crazy gadgets. He'll be called, um, Ferb Guy."

"Hold it," called Ferb, waving his arms in the air. "How come he gets the cool powers?"

"You're my sidekick," countered Phineas with a snicker. "That's why. Besides, the show is called Phineas and Ferb."

Candace was bemused. "How'd that happen, anyway?"

Ferb was disgruntled. "I lost the coin toss."

Take Four

"Hi, Phineas," said Isabella cheerfully as she, Buford and Baljeet walked up to their friends.

"Whatcha do—?" Buford was cut off as the girl dug an elbow into his side. "Ouch! That actually hurt!"

"Oops." Isabella smiled sheepishly. "Guess I don't know my own strength."

Phineas shook his head. "She's totally not sorry."

"Definitely," agreed Baljeet.

Take Five

"What about you, Buford?" asked Phineas.

Buford rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It's an interesting question you pose, as it reveals not only one's…uh…desires and something else…"

Isabella smirked. "Is impulse too big of a word for you?"

"Shut up, Princess."

Take Six

Candace started into the studio and towards the redheaded male. "Phineas, I—"

"Hi, Candace!" interjected Phineas. "You're just in time to help us record the voices."

"There is no way on Earth I'd ever help you," she snapped before storming off.

"Cut and print," declared Phineas. "That's why we call her One-Take Flynn."

There was a beat of silence before they all descended into laughter. Buford held his stomach as he exclaimed, "She's never gotten a one-take of anything in her life!"

"Oh, like you guys can talk!" retorted Candace.

"Something tells me that you might have seen this month's 'Evil Beat!' magazine, eh? Wait, wait, wait. Look. It's like there's two of me. You see? Hmm?"

Heinz attempted to copy the pose that was depicted on the enlarged cover cutout. He lost his balance and toppled into the cardboard, sending both crashing to the ground. "Ouch! Ow, I think I got a splinter."

"You can't get a splinter from cardboard!" cried the director.

"I've got a papercut, then! Someone get me a bandage!"

Gathered in the post-production room, the group of kids watched as their Team Improbable cartoon played out in front of them. "This is so cool," cheered Phineas.

"I make a pretty great villain," said Candace, impressed.

"My superhero name is stupid, but I look awesome," observed Ferb. "That's all that counts."

"Belch Man. Genius," declared Buford.

Isabella clapped her hands in delight. "Look at all the sparkles and colour! I look so cute!"

"I did not realize being a cartoon blue monkey could be so cool," said Baljeet in awe.

"Hey, think we can do a spinoff? We can have our own animated show!" said Phineas eagerly.

"Heck no," scoffed the director. "Doing one show with you people is enough." He then grew thoughtful. "But it would probably be cheaper…and you can't screw up as much…hmm." Turning to his assistant, he asked, "Is it too late to change this show over to a cartoon?"

"I'm certain, sir."

"Typical. All the good ideas come when I don't need them anymore."