Well, didn't expect that one

Boy, do I remember my childhood summers! Every year, around that time, I could just feel the change of season; it was as if the wind beckoned to me. And every year, I would partake in the annual sacrificing of my entire nuclear family to Satan. Unfortunately, those halcyonian days are gone, for I am old and have responsibilities. But maybe one of these days, I'll settle down with a pleasant spouse, we can have a nice, healthy child, and he or she can carry on the yearly tradition of total familicide (googled "killing your family" to find that word) that I enjoyed so much as a kid.

"Not yet, Ferb."

I remember this one time where Heinz says that the summer's been going on for 4 years. SANTA AND SNOW CAME IN SUMMER, GUYS.

O_O