It was lunchtime at Berry High.
Donna, Emma, Bailey, Sydney, Payton, were wrapping up lunch when they heard someone playing "Gitchi Gitchi Goo."
Immediately, Donna knew who might be there.
In front of the school, Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, Baljeet, and Buford riding the A-Little-Too-Young-To-Drive-O-Matic. "Hey, Don," Phineas greeted. "Your granduncle figured we could share a surprise dance off with the students, just so we can show the students how fun dancing can be."
"We heard about your little Salsa Power Day in France," Ferb added.
"But what about Principal Rivera?" Donna said. "She doesn't want a rock concert at school."
Emma interjected, "One time two of our friends did a duet to Justin Bieber's 'As Long As You Love Me' and got in big trouble for it."
"That was also the same day Animal ate Bram's old trumpet," Sydney laughed. "We can't expect him to eat properly."
"And you know how the faculty is going to Pindarus for their monthly lunch social?" Phineas asked as the girls nodded their heads.
"This will be long enough to pump Berry High," Phineas explained. "And do *not* worry about security measures; some of the alien workers at the Underground Hospital are going to distract the teachers."
With a big smile, Donna said, "I know what we're going to do today."
One by one, the five girls hopped onto the A-Little-Too-Young-To-Drive-O-Matic. Inside, Emma could see that is peddle powered. "And with a little PNF Magic," Phineas said, "we'll be heading over to Royal Preparatory Academy."
"Royal Preparatory Academy?" Donna asked. "That's where Sofia the First went to school."
In a blast, they headed off to Royal Preparatory Academy.
XxoxX
Meanwhile, at the Underground Hospital, Rocket was fixing up the wiring on his turntable when he spotted Minimus arriving for a therapy session. "Have you been doing well on your anxiety studies, Mr. Minimus?"
"I have," Minimus answered happily, "And that birthday cake aroma therapy really has been working. Even when my birthday is months away, I can still have the essence of partying."
"Yeah, Yeah," Rocket interrupted rudely, "If you want to have a real party, just hire me."
Nervously, Minimus blabbed out, "Just don't ruin Phineas and Ferb's Dance Off at Royal Preparatory Academy."
With a mischievous grin, Rocket knew what to do.