Candace: Today's the day! Me and Jeremy at the new yogurt shop. (Looking at her calendar) Today's the...AHHHH! Friday the 13th!? (Candace runs out of her room screaming, then tumbles downstairs) Linda: Careful, honey. Your father just had the stairs waxed. Come join us for breakfast. Candace: (Taking a seat) Friday the 13th. I'm doomed. Ferb: In Italy, 13 is considered a lucky number. Phineas: Yeah, Candace. Luck is what you think of it. (A ticket falls out of his cereal box) Neat! A ticket for the next Tiny Cowboy concert. Carl: Sir, I thought you said you didn't believe in bad luck.