I do not own Phineas and Ferb.

Yes, I took out the kiss. As much as I support Phinabella, they're young.

New Agents

Phineas didn't want to let go. If he did, then he would forget the greatest adventure he ever had, and most importantly he would forget about Agent P. He tightened his grip on the teal platypus and he felt Ferb's arms wrap around them both.

Major Monogram tried to keep his expression emotionless. But the tears welled up and of course, Carl was the first one to notice. The ginger arched an eyebrow and peered at his boss intently. "Sir, are you crying?"

"No!" Monogram barked, quickly wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his uniform. "I'm just sweating through my eyes."

Carl shook his head and looked sadly at the two brothers hugging their beloved platypus. The group gathered a few feet away were also crying, the Fireside Girls passing along a handkerchief and clinging to each other for support. "Sir...do we really have to?"

Phineas' head snapped up, dark blue eyes widening in hope. Monogram groaned softly-how was a person supposed to refuse such a pleading glance? "Allowing them to remember would be a serious violation, Carl."

Before Phineas or Ferb could allow their expressions to deflate, Carl spoke once more. "What if we found a way to make it...well, not a violation?"

"Loopholes!" Buford cheered.

Isabella rolled her eyes and slapped him in the shoulder. "Not now Buford!"

Monogram thought carefully. He wanted to allow the children to keep their memories, he really did. Never before had he seen such bravery or cunning or even loyalty from people so young. But there were people higher up that would have his job if he simply sent them off with nothing more than a pat on the back. "Hmm...Only agents are allowed to know of Agent P's double identity. So, I suppose it wouldn't be a violation if..."

Great Googly Moogly, was he really going to propose this? They weren't even animals!

"...you joined the organization."

Pure delight danced across Phineas and Ferb's expressions. "Seriously? You mean we can keep our memories, Agent P and join your organization?"

"If you want. But I warn you, you'll have to get your memories erased if you decline this offer," Monogram said firmly.

"Count us in!" Phineas said eagerly. He twirled Perry around gleefully for a moment before he and Ferb squeezed the platypus in a hug.

"Awww," the Fireside Girls chorused in their melodic voices, eyes shining with happy tears.

Perry was set down and he gave a grateful smile to his boss. Phineas, who was much more daring, hugged the elder man. "Thank you! We'll be the greatest agents ever! Well, not as great as Agent P of course."

"I don't know. Agent P might have some competition," Carl mumbled teasingly. Agent P shot the intern a smirk and Carl grinned.

"What about the rest of you?" Monogram demanded. The group who had been observing jumped in surprise at being addressed.

"Well?" Phineas asked, staring at his friends with wide eyes. Being agents with his platypus and best friend was awesome, but if the rest of their really close friends joined, it would be even more awesome.

"Of course!" Isabella said cheerfully. She didn't even need to think about it. "It'll be a chance to acquire my Espionage patch." She turned to face her troop. "What about you girls?"

Adyson grinned slyly. "I bet I can complete my first mission before you do."

A challenging glint appeared in Isabella's large eyes. "Oh, you are so on."

Milly groaned softly. "I can see this ending well."

Gretchen giggled. "It'll be like that whole Lake Monstrosity Incident all over again."

"Never again!" Isabella and Adyson both cried, shuddering as they recalled that certain patch-collecting experience.

"Well, you know we're in Chief!" Katie piped up.

The rest of the troop chimed in agreement. Individually, they were strong in their own way. But put them together and you got a team that was a force to be reckoned with. They would be a great asset to the O.W.C.A.

"I'll join any organization that allows me to beat people up," Buford said with a grin.

"You beat people up regardless," Baljeet muttered. "Gee...I do not know."

"It'll be fun!" Phineas urged. "And we'll all be here with you! Just think of it as a prolonged Big Idea."

Not wanting to be left out, Baljeet decided to agree. After all, the agents they would no doubt be assigned to were trained. "I am in as well."

Phineas pumped his fist in the air victoriously. Jeremy, Candace's blonde boyfriend, shook his head apologetically. "Sorry, guys. But it wouldn't be a good idea for me to become a secret agent when I'm going to leave for college soon. It wouldn't be practical."

Candace's dark blue eyes widened and she was about to diss the idea of joining a lame organization with her little brothers when Stacy grabbed hold of her arm. "Candace! Let's join!"

"Are you crazy?" Candace demanded. "You want to be secret agents with my little brothers and their friends? We could do so much more with our time!"

Stacy put her hands on her hips and arched an eyebrow. "Like what?"

The redhead opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Really, the only response she had was shopping and busting. But there wouldn't be a point in busting her brothers when they would be spending so much time helping O.W.C.A, and shopping could only hold so much joy. To be honest, she wasn't too content with the idea of her little brothers being in possible danger. But she didn't want to force them to forget Agent P, and she didn't want to forget either...

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips. "Oh, I don't know."

"Come on Candace!" Phineas clasped his hands together pleadingly. "We could be a kick-butt Flynn-Fletcher team!"

"And since you continue to fail in busting your brothers, you could satisfy and complete the bust urge by busting an evil scientist!" Stacy persuaded. "Okay, maybe more defeat than bust, but you know what I'm trying to say."

Perry offered her a reassuring smile. A smile that told her everything would be fine. Candace smiled softly back. "Oh, alright. But on one condition."

Everyone blinked at her in confusion. "Perry has to clean his own litter box from now on."

Perry tilted his head towards the ceiling as Phineas and Ferb burst into laughter. Candace giggled at his mortified expression. "Yeah, we're in."

"Awesome!" Stacy high-fived her best friend gleefully. "I really want one of those cool little fedoras."

"Mr. Johnson, if you would please follow Carl to get your memory erased, the rest of us will get started."

Jeremy gave Candace a quick kiss and patted Perry fondly on the head before leaving. Monogram clapped his hands together and they all immediately stood at attention. "Welcome to the O.W.C.A-the Organization Without a Cool Acronym. We will-"

"Mpft!"

Monogram scowled as Doofenshmirtz started to thrash around in his bindings. "I am trying to explain something to the kids, Doof!"

"Gee, did you really have to tie Dr. D up?" Phineas asked, eyeing the doctor in concern. He had come to realize that the doctor wasn't as evil as he might have liked to be. After all, any other villain would have allowed two kids and their platypus to be crushed by the giant robot.

"Well, if he hadn't tried to make a getaway in my car after we announced we would be using his Amnesia-Inator on everyone, then he wouldn't be in this position," Monogram said flatly, glaring at the evil scientist.

"But you're letting us keep our memories," Ferb pointed out. "And there really is no point in erasing his memories if we're going to be foiling him on a daily basis."

Phineas brightened. "That's right!" He went over to the tied-up doctor and yanked at his bindings. "Did ya hear that Dr. D? We're gonna be your new nemeses!"

Perry watched the doctor carefully as he was freed. But Doofenshmirtz made no move to attack his owner. Instead, Heinz rolled his eyes and a slight smirk played on his lips. "Oh, great. It's hard enough trying to win against Perry the Platypus."

"Heinz, you're free to go." Major Monogram waved the doctor towards the door. "It's getting late and I have instructions to give, and the wife is making tacos for dinner."

"See you tomorrow, Dr. D!" Phineas said cheerfully. The evil doctor exited the building and the redhead bounced up and down eagerly. "So what do we do now?"

"Today I'll give you your assignments and outline the rules you are expected to follow. Tomorrow, you will train," Monogram informed the group of kids. "Please follow me."

Candace kept close to her brothers and platypus as they made their way past the various –Inators. They crammed into an elevator and travelled to a room which had a large computer console and various other machines that Candace could not identify. Phineas, Ferb and Baljeet were practically salivating at all the glorious machinery and computer tech.

"This is our Tech Room. This is where we store our files and keep track of our agents and other evil doctors," Monogram explained. "I have absolutely no idea how to work any of it."

"We can figure it-!" Phineas started hopefully but Monogram shook his head.

"Sorry, boys. Carl already knows how to work all this stuff, but if you have time later on, you can watch him work."

Phineas fist-bumped with Ferb. "Ah yeah!"

Just then the ginger intern scrambled out of the elevator and up to the computer. "Jeremy Johnson's memory has been successfully erased."

"Good. That leads me to a rule you all know, but I'm gonna remind you anyway. You cannot tell anyone who you work for. Only the evil scientists know, and our agents are effective at keeping them in their place."

"I have a question." Baljeet waved his hand in the air. "Will the scientists not try to find out who we are? We are not animals who can blend in-we are all easily identifiable."

Carl smiled. "I already have that figured out. Don't worry about it."

Monogram cleared his throat impatiently. "Assignment time! Seriously, I'm starving, and I want to go home soon."

"No more questions," Baljeet promised.

Photos of Phineas and Ferb popped up on the screen. Carl grinned. "Gee, I wonder who you'll get assigned to..."

Perry, who was sitting atop the console by Carl, flicked the intern's ear gently. "Okay, okay. Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher, you'll be working alongside Agent P."

"This'll be so cool!" Phineas cheered. Ferb flashed a thumbs-up.

"Hmm...Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, would it be alright if you worked in Admiral Acronym's division with Agent Pinky?" Carl asked.

Isabella beamed. "Of course!" She couldn't wait to experience this part of her dog's life.

"Buford van Stomm and Baljeet Tjinder, you'll be assigned to Agent Peter, also in Admiral Acronym's division. Hmm...you know, you Fireside Girls really know your stuff. I could use a few of you back here with me at base, if that's okay."

Monogram shrugged. "As long as there's coffee in the morning and my car is in one piece at the end of the day, I don't care if you have assistants or not."

Carl grinned. "Yes! Are any of you willing to help me out around here?"

Three hands rose instantly. Carl smiled gratefully at them. "You have no idea how much this will help me out. Katie Rockefeller, Holly Trackmen and Milly Jones will stay here with me. Ginger Hirano, Adyson Sweetwater and Gretchen Alder will be assigned to Agent F in our division."

"Way to be, little sis!" Stacy clapped her sibling on the back cheerfully.

"Last but not least, Stacy Hirano and Candace Flynn, you'll be assigned to Agent S in our division," Carl finished.

"Well, we might not be teamed together, but we can totally share stories every evening!" Phineas proclaimed, looking on the bright side of things as usual.

Perry could not help but wince at the mental images he was receiving of Candace in action. He loved her, but the girl had a habit of getting into sticky situations. He made a mental note to warn Sergei the Snail to be very careful with her.

Monogram clapped his hands. "Great! That's everybody. Tomorrow Agent P will bring you back for training. Remember, keep all this between yourselves. Now get out! I got tacos waiting for me at home!"

The Major booked it out of the Tech Room with a group of kids staring after him in surprise. Carl shook his head. "Trust me, you get used to it...eventually."