Like I said, I was posting it tonight! ;P ;P ;P ;P ;P So, the first story was third person, this one's first person.

PLEASE READ: I have said it in my profile, but I am aware how long and rambly it is, so I'll just say it again, in different wording. This story delves very deep into age, so I wanted you to know. IN ALL OF MY PNF STORIES, PLATYPUS YEARS EQUALS HUMAN YEARS, THIS STORY INCLUDED

I hope you enjoy!

I DO NOT OWN PHINEAS AND FERB. ANY CHARACTER YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE IS PROBABLY MINE

My name is Michael the platypus. I'm an agent at the O.W.C.A. The Organization Without A Cool Acronym.

I suppose it's a better acronym than L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. Fitting, too, because O.W.C.A. is the good side. L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. stands for League Of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United For Frightening Investments in Naughtiness.

How do I know all this? Know your enemy. And it's good to understand your own side, too.

When I was only a few days old, I was stolen from my parents. Can you guess by who? L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N.

They raised me, taught me that they were the good guys and that O.W.C.A. was the bad. And I believed it.

L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. claimed to have saved me. Now I understand their true intentions. They wanted me on their side because my father is Agent P. O.W.C.A's top agent.

When I was four years old, everyone I was trained with and I attacked O.W.C.A. That was when I reunited with my parents. It wasn't a happy reunion; I hated them. Everything Mom and Dad taught was different from what I had learned from L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. I didn't know what to believe anymore.

Until the final battle. O.W.C.A. versus L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N, and I was stuck in the middle. Literally and metaphorically. I couldn't hold off making my decision anymore. I had to choose which side I was on. I chose O.W.C.A's.

We won. Dennis the rabbit- the leader of L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N- was re-arrested and taken back to his jail cell in the O.W.C.A-Traz. The rest of L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. scattered and vanished.

It's been nine years since then. I'm thirteen now. I used to think that L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. stole my childhood from me; that they forced me to grow up in four years. Living with my real family has proven me wrong.

It wasn't like I was miserable living with L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N; I had a few friends. Daisy, Leo, and Courtney. We formed our own little gang.

Daisy the dog attacked the American division with me when I was four. Leo and Courtney were assigned to a different division. Daisy is a brown dog- of some kind, I don't know what breed- with brown eyes. When we attacked my parents' division, I noticed how much she looked like one of the agents there.

Then there was Leo the lizard. He was very good at the parkour training; top in the class. When I was younger- less than a year old- I thought that nothing could break through his scaly green skin.

Courtney the rabbit. A milky-white lagomorph with sapphire blue eyes and indescribably soft fur. I had no idea until I was four, but her father was Dennis the rabbit. An enemy of my father.

I- as I already said- am a platypus. I have teal fur, a tangerine colored beak, and chocolate brown eyes. Everyone tells me I look exactly like my father. That used to be an insult. Now it's my favorite compliment.

I already said that my dad is Agent P, O.W.C.A's top agent. My mother is also an O.W.C.A. agent of a pretty high rank. She's Agent Pixie.

I also have a little sister; she is four years younger than me. Her name's Emily. She's nine years old.

Emily hatched- or was born, it depends how you want to look at it, I guess- while I was still on L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N's side. She didn't deal with what I did; Mom and Dad raised Emily her entire life.

I know I shouldn't, but I can't help but feel jealous of Emily occasionally. She never got separated from Mom and Dad; she was never told that no one cared for her. Mom pretty much never left Emily's side for weeks; I didn't see my parents for four years.

Anyway, Emily's also part of O.W.C.A, but she's still in training.

My life has basically followed one routine for nine years: wake up, go to O.W.C.A's HQ, help train Emily and the other AITs, occasionally fight villains- not all villains are part of L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N- and then spend time with everyone living in my house.

That was my daily routine. Until the night my life changed forever.

*sniffles* you will noticed within the next few chapters how grown up all the characters are. Emily was an infant at the end of the first story. It's been nine years since then….