"Behold! My anthropomorph-inator!"
Perry stares at him blankly as the laptop beside him sprouts arms, locking him in place. Perry frantically presses the buttons across the keyboard. Doof only chuckles at this.
"The release button isn't there, Perry."
The platypus stops moving a moment to register the doctor said his name without his usual 'the platypus' suffix. Doof's face then softens.
"It isn't going to hurt you, Perry."
He raises an eyebrow, trying to scrutinize the doctor's face then chatters when he seems to be telling the truth. Doof then lets out a shaky sigh.
"I-I want to turn you human."
"Gruuuu?" Perry is ultimately confused.
"I mean, my great-great grandma was a goat and my parents were ocelots for a while but, even if you turn out as a kid I'd rather date a human than a platypus, no offense."
Perry holds his mouth agape, as if trying to decipher the threat. His confusion increases steadfastly when Doof had apparently advanced on him to deliver a hot kiss that has Perry almost melting. He manages to keep his cool, though he is sweating nervously as he runs a hand through Doof's pocket.
"Oh, Pe-e-ery " Doof calls to him quietly before dropping to a sultry tone. "That's not my remote."
Perry freezes as Doof chuckles. The doctor walks back behind his inator and watches the struggling platypus a moment. He tosses over a long T-shirt. Just as Perry reaches for it, Doof fires. After a blinding light subsides, there is a shaking teenager curled inside a long shirt.
"Norm! Get in here!"
"BUT DAD! YOU TOLD ME TO"
"Shut up, I'm not your dad, and scan this kid."
"YES SIR SIR, THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT. IT SAYS THIS IS PERRY THE PLATYPUS."
Doof facepalms. "It is, Norm. I just changed him a bit. How old is he?"
"MOM IS FIFTEEN, SIR."
"Fifteen, eh? He's younger than Vanessa."
"WHEN I SCANNED MYSELF, IT SAID I WAS SEVEN."
" Why did you scan yourself?"
"..."
"I'LL GO CLEAN IN THE BACK ROOMS, SIR."
"Damn robot." Doof mutters.
The teen stirs, struggling with the clothing. Doof gently tugs on the shirt, allowing Perry's teal tufts of hair to appear. He faces Doof with a curious expression.
"Um th-thanks."
Doof claps his hands with glee. "You can talk! We can communicate through more than just stares and guesses! Would you like some lunch?"
"o kay?"
"Pizza fine for you? I don't really feel like cooking."
Perry nods. Doof walks to the kitchen and sets out two paper plates, putting a slice on each. Perry has some trouble with his new legs and bare feet and Doof finds it cute. Doof and Perry are eating pizza on Doof's couch in a somewhat content silence, when Perry has to say something.
"How, ol- old am I?"
"Fifteen."
"Fifteen." He repeats. "You k-kissed a fif, a fifteen-year-old plat, platypus."
Perry starts to ramble about Doof's preferences, stumbling through a lot of the words. He sets his pizza down and begins talking with gestures even. Doof rolls his eyes and, having enough of this, decides to silence the long-winded teen. Doof cups Perry's head, causing him to turn toward the doc. In a swift motion, the pizza is forgotten and Doof invades Perry's mouth. Perry loses all speech as he loves this attention and what it is doing for him. Doof slowly lowers Perry onto his back, with the doctor only slightly pressuring him as they deepen the kiss. Neither of them hear the front door opening, but both hear Norm.
"HELLO, SIS!"