Not even ten minutes after the O.W.C.A was leaked out into the public Perry's waist watch beeped. He knew what it meant, and was attempted to snuggle deeper into his bed, ignore the call, and go back to sleep. But he didn't, the platypus had a hunch that he wasn't the only one that had a beeping watch, and knew that the best agent being a no show would cause the other agents to panic. Specially the new recruits, who were still mostly babies just learning how to balance on two feet.

So, with a sigh Perry stood, pulled on his hat, and took the nearest entrance to his lair. Not like it mattered, the whole Flynn-Fletcher family had found out he was a secret agent along with the rest of the world when his name was shown on screen.

When he got down to his lair Perry took a moment to glance around the space, with what had happened this would probably be the last time he would lay eyes on his chair, and monitor, and the case where he hung his hat. Should he just put it back down? Save Monogram the trouble of tracking him down? Deciding against it the platypus turned his attention to the door that would lead him out into the agency, then with a deep breath he pushed it open.

Empty. There was no animal in sight, and the situation at hand finally became real. It wasn't a dream, he was going to lose Phineas and Ferb, and maybe even some of the agents he had let into his life. As he walked towards the room where agency meetings were held he winched at how his footsteps echoed after every step, and how they made that part of the agency seem even more lifeless than before.

Before long he found himself in front of the doors that would lead him to his, no, the whole agency's fate. When Perry pulled open the doors he couldn't help that notice how there was only one seat left, once he sat down the meeting would start. And that was what happened.

"Agents," Monogram called, glancing out and across the crowd of animals. "With recent events that has happened, I'm afraid that all we can do is relocate you all to another family out of town."

"What? No!" Pinky gasped. The room was filled with the sound of panicky new recruits who now would never have a chance, and the sound of Peter who was trying to calm down the agents that were seated beside him. It didn't work, they all were panicking.

"Agents please! You must quiet down, if you have anything that concerns you then write it down and bring it here." Instantly Pinky was out of his seat and up the stairs to the stage that held Monogram. Perry held his breath as his boss read the paper that was given to him, and from the stillness of the room the platypus guessed that everyone else was doing the same.

"Agent P is right," Monogram sighed, lowering the paper. "You all will be glad to know that you aren't being relocated, as the whole world already knows about us." There was a moment of silence as the animals processed what they had heard, then a cheer rose up, and the next thing Perry knew fedoras, and even some of the smaller agents, where being tossed up into the air in celebration of the updated news. But then it all quieted down again as Monogram raised his hand and cleared his throat.

"But that doesn't mean you're allowed to do whatever," He said. "You all will stay in the agency until we can fix the problem, and unless your nemesis is causing trouble there will be punishments handed out if you're caught leaving." The agents stayed silent after that, too shocked to move or speak. Will they never see their host families again?

"You can't do that!" All heads turned towards the spoken agent, and even though Monogram couldn't understand them he sighed and ran a hand through his grey hair.

"I know you're all upset about this. But please, just stay calm while the situation is sorted out." And while the agents nodded and slumped back in their seats Perry narrowed his eyes. He had a feeling, no knew, that all attempts to sort out the situation would fail in some why, as you couldn't really deal with something as large as this. There was no way to erase the minds of everyone on earth, and they couldn't just act as mindless pets and let the whole thing blow over. Not only were their names revealed, but also footage of the agents fighting and acting like human beings were shown.

But this was his boss speaking, so Perry just closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat much like everyone else was doing. Maybe this is all a dream, and maybe if he tried hard enough he would wake up cuddled up next to Phineas in time to switch over to Ferb. Though somehow, he knew that wouldn't happen.

"Are we really just gonna sit around and let this happen?" Perry cracked his eyes opened to see Peter standing on his chair, then glanced up to discover that the stage was now empty. There was no one in the room to stop them from 'panicking.'

"We all know that something as big as this can't just be magically poofed away," Peter continued. And although Perry agreed with the panda, he rolled his eyes and sat up straighter.

"What do you say we do then?" He questioned. "Just stroll out there and try to get everyone to believe that the animals shown in the video wasn't us? I don't know many teal platypuses and pandas in town." A few agents mumbled their own options, then slumped back down when they noticed the panda glaring at them from his own seat.

"No," he answered. "I say we raise our chins, march out there, and continue to live our lives like our identities were already known." Perry leaned forward, he had to admit that the plan sounded like a good one. He did want to see Phineas and Ferb again, and this might be his only chance.

"I'm in," he said.

"Same here!" Pinky called. "But only if I can go see Isabella." Slowly agents started to call out their own decision, until all that were left were the new recruits.

"Come on," Agent H called. "This'll be the most fun you guy will have since joining." This got the new recruits' attention, and slowly one by one they stood.

"I'll come."

"This is safe right?"

"The life of an agent is full of risks, why not?"

"Why not, it'll be fun."

And that was it. In one big group the animals made their way over to one of the exits, and without any hesitation Peter raised his paw and put it against the scanner, only for it to flash red, and gasps rung out. They knew that color meant, access denied. Pushing passed Peter another agent attempted to scan their paw, then another and another. But it was all the result.

Monogram had planned for this; they were locked in from the inside out.