Rusty: The chips were down, the stakes were high
The kids knew it was do or die.
Ripped to shreds with razor-like claws,
Their doom was all but nigh.
Screamin' in pain, they'd be eaten alive—
Buford Van Stomm: Hey, hey hey hey! What the heck, man?! Ya bringin' us down!
Phineas Flynn: It's really...a good song, but, uh...
Isabella Garcia-Shapiro: Maybe you could play something a little more, you know, up-tempo.
Rusty: Oh, right! Gotcha!
Well, we were shootin' 'em, washin' 'em, scrubbin' 'em,
Terminatin' all the livelong day,
Happy little kids with a happy little chore
Just a-yodelin' all the way!