Author's Note: Hey everyone! It's meee again, the one, the only, the awesome, the spectacular… drum roll, please!... daphnefred4ever!
This is my second Phineas and Ferb story, and as I've been DYING to write a story from Perry's point of view, I finally got around to it. There will be several more chapters, but for now, please enjoy the first!
Sorry if it may be kinda sad, but that's just the way I roll. Oh and it is not a romantic fanfic between Perry and Doofenshmirtz, it's about friendship and loyalty. Oh, and I hope I captured Perry right. It's very hard to write from a platypus' point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own Perry, Doofenshmirtz, Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, Baljeet, Candace, oh whatever you know all those characters. Disney does, and I am just the lowly fanfic writer using my way too vivid imagination to create my own episodes for the enjoyment of Phineas and Ferb fans everywhere. There, I said it. Well, enjoy!
Perry's POV
"Ferb, I know what we're going to do today."
The cheery voice of my owner woke me from my peaceful sleep. I sighed. What crazy contraption were my owners, Phineas and Ferb, going to build today? An automatic hair comber? A rocket ship to Pluto? Knowing those two, it would probably be even more outrageous.
After a few moments, I hopped off of Phineas' raft bed onto the carpeted bedroom floor. Both beds were deserted. I guess they had already gone downstairs. I looked at the communication watch around my wrist. The screen was black. I guess Doofenshmirtz was taking a day off today. I smiled. That meant a day off for me, too. My stomach growled, and I could practically taste the crunchiness of my platypus food in my mouth. Breakfast time!
I slowly made my way down the stairs, taking one at a time. If it were up to me, I would just run down and get it over with, but that would blow my cover. And then I would get relocated. So, I walked.
The kitchen was deserted. Phineas and Ferb's abandoned cereal bowls sat half filled with milk on the kitchen table, and the remains of Candace's orange juice lay at the bottom of her glass. I ambled over to where I knew my bowl full of food would be waiting for me. Surprisingly, my red food bowl was empty. Phineas and Ferb never forgot to fill my food bowl. They must be pretty busy with their project. My stomach growled again, and I sighed.
I walked back upstairs. Maybe Candace would fill my bowl for me. I entered her pink room. It too was empty. Oh, right, Candace was going for a walk in the park with Jeremy today. How could I have forgotten? Candace was going on and on and on about all week long. I passed Linda and Lawrence's room, which was empty too. They were at an antiques convention today, I remembered. I sighed. No breakfast for me today. Oh well, I'm not that hungry anyway.
Bored out of my mind, I decided to go see what Phineas and Ferb were up to in the backyard. I could hear gleeful shouts and joyful laughter. Must be something fun. Maybe they would let me join in. This time, I ran down the stairs, and walked over to the sliding glass door, and walked outside.
"Go fetch, boy!" exclaimed Phineas, tossing a tennis ball over to… were my eyes deceiving me? A robotic dog?
The… dog… sprinted over to the ball, and taking it into its mouth, brought it back to Phineas. I scurried across the lawn to Phineas, and chattered.
Phineas ignored me. "Oh, Robo, you're the best pet EVER! You can do so many cool tricks!" he exclaimed, petting the "dog" on its head, "I'm so glad we decided to build you!" Ferb, Isabella, Baljeet, Buford, and the Fireside Girls all nodded in agreement, and laughed.
My heart sank. Did Phineas just call that "animal" the best pet ever? He told me that every morning. I chattered again, trying to drawl his attention, but he ignored me again. He just handed the tennis ball to Ferb, who threw it to the "dog".
I inched away into the shadows next to the side of the house, where I wiped a tear out of my eye. Normally, around this time, Phineas would say, "Hey, where's Perry?" and I would be on my mission to stop Doofenshmirtz from, say, drilling a hole to China, or training pigeons to poop on his brother, stuff like that. And when I'd get home, Phineas would say, "Oh there you are Perry!" and then we'd all go inside and have snacks, or in my case, platypus food.
But not today. Phineas, Ferb, and all their friends were too busy praising their robotic dog to notice that I, Perry, their beloved pet platypus, was gone. More tears fell from my eyes. Wait- was I crying? The last time I cried was when Doofenshmirtz replaced me with Peter the Panda. I shook that memory from my head. That was a memory I did not want to recall. I wiped the tears away, telling myself secret agents don't cry. Instead, they attack and get rid of their problems. I would run away from home, I decided. I sadly pulled out my brown fedora and placed it on my head, and packed up a few of my belongings; my food bowl and picture of my owners on the first day they got me. I smiled at the thought of that memory. I was a young platypus then, recently recruited to the O.W.C.A., and curious about the world. And Phineas and Ferb showed me all the wonders and beauty of life. I learned how to have a good time from them. But that time had passed. They no longer needed me. They had their fancy- smancy robotic dog instead.
I slowly walked over to the sidewalk, these thoughts running through my mind. Where would I go? Not Isabella's, she was already caring for Pinky. Buford would mistreat me, Baljeet would be too engrossed in schoolwork to care for me, and the Fireside Girls were too worried about patch- collecting. Suddenly, the answer was a clear as day to me. I knew who I would go to. Surely he would take care of me? I brightened up a bit, and straightened my shoulders.
I slowly made my way to the Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated building.
Author's Note (again): (sniff sniff) Well, do you (sniff) like it so far? Please let me know by reviewing! If you have any comments, suggestions, critique, or anything along those lines, don't hesitate to leave me a comment. I gladly accept criticism, just so yah know. To tell you the truth, writing this first chapter made me want to cry. So anyways, please review.