Mom:"Hey, boys."
[cut to backyard] "What are you up to today?"
"I don't see any monster trucks."
(oblivious) "You boys have such active imaginations. You must get it from your father."
[the pickup car arrives] "Oh: Charlene's here; I'm off to my cooking class."
Phineas:"hi, Mom!
[he and Ferb uses the analog controllers] "We're racing our remote-controlled monster trucks.
"Oh, that's 'cause we rigged them to go light-speed. You know how those stock motors are. They never give you enough action."
"Bye, Mom. Final lap, Ferb [the cars suddenly materialize and speed off, leaving behind trails of fire] Aw! Another photo finish; I'm never watching closely enough to see who won."
Dad:"[inside…] Let's see: Green goes to number 5. (laughs) I'm painting!"
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