| rdfs:comment | - It was December 20th, five days before Christmas. Many citizens of Danville were in the Googleplex Mall searching for last minute gifts. A certain triangle-headed boy and his stepbrother, however, were doing no such thing. "Ready, Ferb?" Phineas Flynn called to his stepbrother, who was waiting at the bottom of the massive hill. Ferb gave Phineas a thumbs-up. The boys' friend, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, gave Phineas a push, and he sped down the snow-covered slope.
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| abstract | - It was December 20th, five days before Christmas. Many citizens of Danville were in the Googleplex Mall searching for last minute gifts. A certain triangle-headed boy and his stepbrother, however, were doing no such thing. "Ready, Ferb?" Phineas Flynn called to his stepbrother, who was waiting at the bottom of the massive hill. Ferb gave Phineas a thumbs-up. The boys' friend, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, gave Phineas a push, and he sped down the snow-covered slope. Phineas dashed down the hill, laughing as he went over various jumps and icy patches. Ferb pressed a button on a remote control, and on the next jump, Phineas flew into the air. Ferb and Isabella watched as Phineas soared through the air and landed on the ground with a thud. All three of them cracked up. Phineas, Ferb, and Isabella trudged home through the snow, dragging their sleds behind them. As they came up to their house, Phineas and Ferb said goodbye to Isabella and watched her run across the street to her own home. The boys walked into their house, instantly smelling hot chocolate and freshly baked gingerbread cookies. Phineas and Ferb sat down at the kitchen table and started eating. "Oh, that's too bad. Maybe next year. Okay. Thanks. Buh-bye," Linda, Phineas and Ferb's mother, said, hanging up the phone. "What's wrong, Mom?" Phineas asked. "Well, boys, I'm afraid your grandparents won't be coming for Christmas this year," Linda said with a sigh. "What? Why?" asked Phineas sadly. "Their flight got canceled because of a snowstorm. I'm sorry, Phineas." Phineas started walking up the stairs, obviously depressed, and Ferb followed. "Christmas without Grandma and Grandpa is like peanut butter without a blowtorch," Phineas said disappointedly. Ferb nodded and ushered Phineas into their room.
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