I wish it was the City of Airplane Parts.

Oh, you're just too stressed.

You should take a moment to relax and enjoy it.

We could share a crepe sucree at this Parisian cafe

That awning could be used as a sail.

Or, you know, a parachute, depending on how things go.

Take a break and smell these flowers underneath the Eiffel Tower

I wonder if they've still got pieces of that hanging around.

The rivets would come in handy.

Oh, Phineas, won't you share a crème brûlée with me?

Hey, look at that nifty little blowtorch.

How perfect could this be in the City of Love?

In the City of Love?

In the City of Love?

In the City of Love?

We could try some fancy cheese or peruse the gallery

I wonder if oil-based paint is combustible.

As a rocket fuel.

Isn't this a perfect day?

How do I look in this beret?

Oh, that reminds me.

We might need helmets.

Oh, how can he not feel the same way when we're strolling down the Champs-Élysées in the City of Love?

In the City of Love?

In the City of Love?

I wish that he would whisper that Cherie Chateau but all he wants to do is try to fix that flame.

In the City of Love?

In the City of Love?

In the City of Love?

In the City of Love?

In the City of Love?

In the City of Love?

Hey, you!

Stop letting my balloons go!