Hey, guys! I am back! For those of you who are unaware, this is the third book in The Agents Series. If you have not read the first two, you need to read them first before this one so that it makes more sense. I hope I get some fans from the last ones returning as well as some new fans :D I do not own Phineas and Ferb. All rights to all copyrighted products go to their proper owners. Anyway, I hope you guys like it... so, without further ado, here it is :D
Prologue
A video camera turns on and it is revealed that a small platypus is sitting in a chair. She is wearing a pair of tight black pants and a loose, gray shirt. Some of the fur on the top of her head is drooping into her right eye. There is a decorative purple clip on the right side of her head, obviously for the purpose of holding back the stray fur. It is not being used though. Her navy blue eyes shine defiantly with a juvenile attitude that is unlike anyone else her age... except for her brother.
A voice from off-screen speaks to the young girl, "Tell me your name."
"Which name? The name my father gave me or the name my mother gave me?" she asked. Her arms were folded in a further sign of defiance. She scarcely looked at the camera.
"Um... both?"
She sighed, blowing the fur momentarily out of her face before speaking, "My father gave me the name Rosalynn Marie Flynn, but my mother gave me the name Atgas Marianne Flynn."
"I am afraid I do not understand..."
She scoffed. "Of course you don't. You're just another shrink that's going to try to figure me out. What is there to know? I am scarcely a year old, five in animal years, and I act like I'm three, or fifteen. My brain is developed ahead of everyone else my age like that."
"Your records show that you were born with only one name, and that was Rosalynn Marie Flynn, where does the other name come from?"
"I already told you, my mother named me the other name, Atgas Marianne Flynn. The name you mentioned is the name my father gave me."
"Could you tell me the name of your father and the name of your mother?"
"Don't you have those things in your records?"
"Amuse me and answer the question."
She sighed deeply, like teenagers would, and replied, "My father's name is Perry Bartholomew Flynn and my mother's name is Silartsua Esor Epolenep Flynn. That is how it would be pronounced."
"I'm sorry...? Could you write down your mother's name for me, please?"
Rosalynn wrote her mother's name on a piece of paper the unseen person gave her. She handed it to him when finished and he speculated it with a 'hmm.' "I suppose you were wanting me to say a different name." It was a statement more than a question.
"The records correlate with who your father is, but they do not for your mother... unless we reverse this name, of course."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean simply that your mother's name, as you say, Silartsua Esor Epolenep Flynn is almost exactly the reverse of Penelope Rose Australis Flynn."
"So?"
"What happened? Why are you saying your mother's name like that?"
"I'm saying it that way because it is that way. Penelope is my brother's mother, and though her vessel was used, she was not the one who passed on the DNA to me. It was her counterpart, Epolenep, my true mother."
"Rosalynn, your mother has been gone for a while, do you know why?"
Rosalynn scoffed. "She's probably still in Russia."
"Do you realize it has been 80 days since the World-Wide Sleep and that since then neither your father nor your mother has returned?"
"I realize it's March 15, yes. I realize that neither have returned, yes. What is your point?"
"Does this make you angry at them?"
"No, my mother is doing what she has to do... as for my father... he can just keep his bill out of her business. That's all I care about."
"What about your brother?"
Rosalynn snorted through her nostrils in a laugh. "That little dweeb can sink into the Atlantic for all I care. He's such a 'good boy.' He always does what father tells him to do."
"Does this make you resent him?"
"What do you think?" After a pause, she asked, "Why is this being filmed anyway?"
"I was told to record this interview."
"Wait a minute... I don't even know who you are. Why am I here? What have you done to me?!" Rosalynn charged for the door and tried to knock it down, but it was no use, the door was too strong. She kept pounding on the door until the camera was turned off.
At the Flynn-Fletcher house, little Maxwell was pacing back and forth across the living room. He hated having to send his sister off, but he had to. The mind-wipe has worn off somehow and they were beginning to remember things more clearly. Open minds would be welcome to most prodigies, but not to Maxwell. He knew that what he and his sister had could cause a lot of trouble.
Linda Flynn, the matriarch of the house, came into the room and noticed the distraught Maxwell. "Max, honey, your parents did those things because they loved you. They would never do anything to hurt you."
"Mrs. Flynn, no offense to you, but I am not in favor of being more intelligent than others my age. It frustrates me to no end. My sister and I are three times our age when we should be just our age. I would rather learn at a slower pace. At least in that way, we would be normal," replied Maxwell. Ever since he and his sister had found out that their parents had left them, for an amount of time that was indeterminate, and that they were learning things faster and were more developed than others their age, they both took it differently. Max was hesitant about these new abilities, but Rosalynn took it in stride... to scary levels. "It vexes me to no end that my sister is behaving as if she were evil when I know full well that she is not. No one is inherently evil, Mrs. Flynn, no one." He looked seriously at her a moment before continuing his pacing. "It also does not help that my father has not returned from Russia with my mother. Surely she must be alive and surely she must not be that hard to find. He has found her in more difficult places than Russia and succeeded. It does not make sense why it should take this long. I miss them."
Just then, the front door bell rung and Max rushed to the door before remembering that he couldn't reach the handle like his father could. Linda answered the door. When the door opened, Rosalynn stomped in and ran upstairs. Moments later, a door slammed. Rosalynn had been staying in Candace's room and Maxwell had been staying in Phineas and Ferb's room ever since Perry left on the day after Christmas. It wasn't until very late in the day that people realized that they slept through a day. The news people called it: The World-Wide Sleep. Everyone around the world had slept through one day: Christmas day. The world bounced back quickly, but it still messed up a lot of people.
"I am terribly worried about the safety of my sister. I have a strong notion that something very disturbing shall happen that shall rip this family asunder," said Maxwell, looking up the stairs where his sister had just retreated. He turned to Mrs. Flynn and said, "Now, if you shall please excuse me, I must continue some research I was doing in my room. It is with your leave that I shall leave."
"Go right ahead, Max," Linda replied.
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Flynn, you have no idea what my research means to me." He went upstairs to his room without another word.
Chilling. What do you guys think? I know I'm going to get a lot of "Where's Penelope and Perry?!" Don't worry, they'll come in due time. I was just more concerned with the children left all alone at home without their parents. Please keep reading and reviewing to find out what happens next. I don't know what you guys think unless you tell me! Also, please check out my forum entitled: The Agents Series. There, people who read the story can comment about their favorite characters, favorite parts, and ideas for the future. In the reviews, tell me what you think about this chapter and what you think will "rip their family asunder." So... yeah, please review and stick around, there's more to come :D