DISCLAIMER: I think it's safe to say I don't own Phineas and Ferb. Also, to avoid any potential confusion, I'm rewriting the prologue here.

Looking at the direction he'd heard Monobrow, Carl noticed Doofensmirtz was aiming an inator at him...and with Agent P pulling back so hard it wasn't too hard to figure out what they were attempting to do. He took a small step back and gave the annoying platypus an innocent look. "Oops"

It was almost sad, that they were trying this hard. Couldn't the see that for the first time in a long time, he was speaking his mind? That he was brilliant at being evil? His mental gloating was cut short as Perry suddenly pulled out a framed photograph of his owners. "Wha-?"

The next thing he saw or had time to register was a blinding green light and the sensation of falling.

It was like a switch had been flipped, like every thought and feeling had been pulled out of him, scrambled around and shoved roughly back in. For a moment, he didn't know who he was or what he'd been doing. And then he felt himself land on…on something hard. The ground? What had he been doing? He couldn't remember…his head hurt too much. Seriously. What. Had. He. Been. Doing?

Clutching his head, he slowly stood up "…What…happened?"

To his surprise, Monogram ran up to him…was he wearing a leotard? And clamped a hand on his shoulder.

"Carl! How are you feeling kid?"

"I feel…good!" well that sounded odd. Why had he just said that? His head was killing him and his body felt sore…probably from…falling of a…cliff? Why had he-?

"Oh I'm glad. Now clean up this mess you made"

"Yes sir." Mess? Looking around a little, he noticed quite a few robotic limbs. Leaning down to pick up an…arm…he recognized the design. It…was his. Were they all his robots? But he hadn't made that many…and what were they doing out of the OWCA? Had they gone haywire?

"Oh, and Carl?"

Turning his attention back to Monogram, he gave him a curious look. "Yes Major?"

"Uh, recent events, have brought to my attention that you're a great help to me. And, uh, not quite sure what I'd do without you in fact"

"Really?"

"Yes, and…as of this moment, I am officially promoting you to the title of 'Paid Intern'

For a second, he was speechless. He was being promoted? Whatever had happened must have been good! "Th-Th-Thank you sir"

"You understand we won't actually be paying you, it's just a title"

"Of course sir" Even the fact that he still wasn't going to be paid couldn't bust his bubble. He couldn't help a "Whoo-Hoo!" as he jumped in the air a little. He had been PROMOTED!

Eagerly, he ran off to pick up more pieces. He couldn't let Monogram down now after he'd just been promoted…yet…there was something nagging at him at the back of his head. Something…important.

For the moment, he pushed it out of his mind. If it was really important, then it would make itself clear in no time.

He'd managed to grab a few more pieces before he felt Monogram's hand pat him on the back "Come on, we've got to get out of here. We'll just use the jet's big magnet to pick up all this stuff."

….Jet?

"Wait, wait, you guys are going to give me a ride back aren't you?"

…Was that…Doofensmirtz? What was he doing here?

"Sure Heinz, after all, home is where the prisons are"

"You're kidding right?"

"Do you want a ride or not"

"Not if you're not kidding"

As he half listened to their banter…he couldn't help feeling more and more confused. And that nagging in the back of his mind seemed to be getting…louder…

He wasn't sure how long they'd been flying before foggy memories started coming back

They were in…Africa…because…Agent P had been…zapped by a go-home-inator…He had been the one to figure out what inator zapped Perry…there had been more than one? Maybe it had been a test of some kind. And that's why he had been promoted. Because he'd figured out where Perry went.

He frowned "Sir, there's something I still don't get. I'm absolutely positive Agent P got hit with the Go Home-inator. So, why did he end up in Africa of all places?"

Monogram didn't look at him as he answered "His family"

"Sir?"

Monogram shrugged a little "They're here in Africa. Home is where the heart is, Carl."

He smiled a little. He considered the OWCA home "True, sir."

A rather loud crash sounded behind them

"Don't touch anything!"

"I didn't!"

Smile widening, he relaxed against the chair a bit, before freezing as what he'd forgotten came crashing through his mind like a floodgate.

He had been evil. Imprisoned Monogram and Doofensmirtz before mistakingly letting the 'evil' scientist out to help him. Doofensmirtz messing up his plans and zapping Perry with every inator around them. Hurling Doofensmirtz into a closet, hunting Perry down, endangering children, his friends, having robotic copies fight Perry and his new recruits, chasing Perry up a cliff, getting zapped good again and falling off said cliff.

He had been evil.

A-And Monogram had promoted him, still trusted him.

Why?

He didn't trust himself, why did they? After everything he'd done? What he had threatened, what he'd planned to do?

Sinking in his chair a bit, he didn't speak or smile for the rest of the flight. No one on board noticed.

A/N: Why yes, yes I did rewrite this. And it seems like a better prologue to a new multi-chapter thing doesn't it?