Lets just say I was drunk. That was how I felt. Not the high good feeling that people have when they're high, but the sickening feeling and vomiting feeling afterwards. No, I wasn't really drunk. I had actually been hit by a car, dragged to an abandoned shack, experimented on, and finally, some how, making it home. But enough of that for now. Now let me tell you what happened when I awoke...
"Um, Perry? Is, is that you?" I opened my eyes a sliver. There was my owners, Phineas Flynn and Ferb Flynn. For some strange reason, we were in the basement. "I yawned and streched, completly unaware of what Phineas had meant. Phineas reached for my collar. "See Ferb? He has the collar, but he sure don't look like our Perry..." I tried to sit up inmidditly. What did he mean he didn't regonize me? But the pain was to intinse. Senseing my pain, Phineas quickly said," Woa there buddy! You need to rexal! We found you on the side of the road with a huge bloodly gash!" He gently layed me back down. "Phineas?" "Yes?" "Good, you can understand me. I'm your pet. I'm Perry." Phineas gasped. "Perry, what on earth happened to you?!" he exclaimed more than asked. I looked down at myself. I was human!
I spent the next two hours telling them what had happened. I had been unconsions most of the time, but occasionally I had seen what the lady had done to me. Then Ferb asked the question I knew and dreaded. "But why were you out at 12:00 at night?" I told. You can tell Major Montogram. You can tell him that I quit. I ain't moving an inch from these boys. Phineas nodded. "Then, we need to stop Henzi Doofinsmiz." "But um Phineas, why are we in the basement?"
