This is a story about Perry before he met Dr. Doofenshmirtz, and is mainly focused on his life at the agent school after he'd gotten adopted by the Flynn-Fletcher family. Since Perry is such a tough platypus I assumed that he must have gotten his skills from somewhere. Hope you enjoy the story!

1. New Agent at School

The sound of dozens of feet, paws, hooves and other metatarsal body parts echoed through the great hall when they unrhythmically hit the hard stone floor. With a mixture of horror and amazement I observed when animals of different species and different sizes conversed with each other while collecting books and other items from the various grey-blue school-lockers that were lined up along the walls.

A sudden loud bellowing close to my ear startled me so much that I accidently creased the paper I tightly was holding in front of me with my both front paws. When I glanced over my shoulder, I noticed that I almost was about to get trampled by a large reddish-brown cow. Quickly, I jumped to the side and let the giant ruminant pass by.

So, this is how all the agents of O.W.C.A. begin their training to become law-enforcement spies. And now, it was my turn to finally take the first step.

I don't really know what I had to expect from all this training. My owners, Phineas and Ferb, who recently have started primary school, find it exciting to learn new things and getting the opportunity to extend their own creativity. Their elder sister, Candace, on the other hand, always complains about how boring it is in school and how annoying all her homeworks are.

I don't know how to set myself to these two totally opposite views, but there is one thing I do know though. I really want to become a good agent and fight evil to help making the world a better place to live, nonetheless for the people I care about.

"Such big words to come from such a young platypus."

That's what my superior Major Monogram had said when he recruited me.

Though, before I could get out on missions I must first get through the academically courses at O.W.C.A.'s academy, (which the agency refers to as A.W.C.A., The Academy Without a Cool Acronym).

With great determination, I adjusted my brown agent hat and took a look at the paper I still was holding. It showed today's schedule and according to it, the first lesson would be held in room 16c on floor B2. I had already managed to get to the right floor, now I just needed to find the right room. I turned the paper around to take a look at it's backside, which was covered with a black-and-white map over the academical area, and tried to figure out which way to go. Slowly, I began to walk through the hallway while trying to read the map's blurred text in order to keep track of the numbers of the rooms I passed by.

Either, the map had been printed out by a really bad printer, or I needed new contacts, I thought when I noticed that I unwittingly had brought the paper so close to my face that it touched the very tip of my bill. I bowed my head down and rolled my eyes up so I could pull it even closer. Does it say 5c or 6a there…?

"Quack!"

Suddenly I felt how I walked right into something soft and small in front of me. I looked up from the paper and met the eyes of a green-and-brown feathered mallard-drake.

"Oh, I am so sorry! It was my fault, I didn't watch my steps!" I hastily apologized.

The little duck looked petrified at me with his eyes widened and the bill stunned opened.

"Uhm, are you okay?" I asked wondering. Then I got worried. What if I'd hurt the little waterfowl! Smooth Perry!

"Huh!? Oh! Nonono, I'm fine", he answered quickly while feverishly shaking his green head. "Gotta go!"

Like a shot, he ran out of sight with his wings half extended. A bit dumfound, I kept standing looking after him while my brain was trying to process the whole event. Then I suddenly remembered that I had a lesson that waited. I returned to the paper and kept walking, this time I made sure not to walk right into anyone again, which… oddly turned out to be much easier than I had anticipated…

I suddenly noticed that the recently populous hall had started to get empty of people.

Everyone is probably taking place in their respective classrooms, I thought. What time was it by the way?

I looked up at a large round black and white clock, which had an unusually loud ticking sweep-second that hung above the cabinets. It was six minutes left until class began, and I still hadn't found the right room yet. Stressed, I started trotting down the hallway while I quickly read off the numbers at the doors.

A glimmer of hope flashed through me when I finally managed to find the door to room 16a, but that hope was quickly dashed when I noticed, to my highly confusion, that the door next showed 16d. I stopped and took a look at the opposite door on the other wall. 21e?! What in the world happened to 16b and 16c?!

I looked around in hope that there was still someone left in the now almost empty hallway that I could ask for help. Five feet away I noticed a porcupineagent, who was just about to slam the door to one of the rooms behind him. Desperate, I started waving my arms at him in an attempt to catch his attention, but too late, he had already shut the door and I was left in the hallway all alone.

How stupid of me! Why didn't I ask someone when I still had the chance? Now what do I do?

I chattered in sheer despair. My first day at school and I am running late!

Despondently, I leaned my back against one of the lockers.

I just wanted to go home. Home to the arms of Phineas or Ferb, or even Candace…

"Agent P?"

The familiar squeaky nasal voice quickly made me react. I looked up and met the eyes of a red-haired teenage boy with thick purple glasses. Carl! Never in my three-month-long life had I ever been so glad to see a familiar face.

"Your first day of your training to become an agent, am I right?" he presumed, revealing the train tracks on his teeth.

With a big smile on my bill, I nodded excited in answer and handed him my schedule. He adjusted his glasses and read it through.

"Ah, I see, you're supposed to be in here then", he said and opened the door to room 16a. (Huh!?) "Come, I'll show you."

I followed him in into the long small narrowed room there a lot of books and laboratory gadgets were placed in cabinets with glass doors along the walls. A couple of feet ahead I saw two doors that were placed opposite to each other by the two longitudinal walls. I looked up at the door on the right side. It said 16c.

"Here it is", Carl stated and pressed down the handle.

The big bright hall had very high ceiling. A lot of benches were lined up at a high stairway to the left. The wall on the opposite side was covered with a bunch of big dark-green chalkboards that were fixed to some kind of rails on the sides with small wheels so that they could be raised and lowered.

"I think you can handle things on your own from here", Carl said kindly.

I smiled gratefully at him before he headed back to the corridor outside room 16a.

"Good luck on your first day at the academy, Agent P!"