(This may be confusing if you are a new reader: Perry and the boys are able to communicate through translators. The boys created them after remembering the second dimension (refer to my other fanfiction, Jingles). Only Phineas, Ferb, and as of this story, Candace, own the translators. If you're curious, be sure to check out my other fics- they're a series! Happy reading!)

"This is the best sauce." Ferb said, tossing chopped onions into a frying pan. "You'll like it."

"I'm sure I will." Phineas said. "It smells good."

"Ferb, would you stop it?" Perry squeezed a pack of liquid cheese onto his shell pasta. "The heavenly scent of your homemade sauce is taking all of the flavor out of my artificial mac-and-cheese."

"Don't diss my sauce." Ferb said.

"Your sauce is dissing my mac-and-cheese. By the way, are you two allowed to use the stove?"

"With adult supervision." Phineas said.

"And technically, you are an adult." Ferb said.

"True that. So, what am I supposed to do as an adult supervisor? Make sure you two don't catch on fire?"

"Pretty much." Phineas said.

"All right, I'll have the extinguisher ready. Hey Phin, can you get me some watermelon? Nothing goes better with artificially colored cheese than watermelon."

"Sure." Phineas opened the fridge and handed Perry the bowl of watermelon.

"Thanks." Perry said. He struggled to grip it in his free hand.

"You should really lie down." Phineas said.

"I'm sitting down." Perry pointed at his chair. "Pretty much the same thing."

"You're having trouble holding things."

"Well, so are you."

"Yeah." Phineas looked at his cast. "With ONE of my arms. You're having trouble with both. And with sitting up in general. I really think you should rest."

"I've been sleeping and resting for so long I think I'm gonna throw up. Sitting up for five minutes isn't gonna kill me."

"Or make you catch on fire." Ferb added.

"Exactly." Perry ate a piece of watermelon.

Ferb poured his chopped tomatoes into the sauce.

"Hm… I think I accidentally ate a tomato." Perry said. "Watermelon and sliced tomatoes look kind of the same."

"Wait… what did I just pour into my sauce?" Ferb asked.

"Don't worry, Ferb. The watermelon will make it taste more summery." Phineas said.

"And gross." Perry said.

"That too." Phineas said.

Candace wandered into the kitchen. "You two are SO BUSTED FOR- …using the… stove? I guess?"

"With adult supervision." Ferb said.

Perry raised his paw.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Phineas said, holding out a tiny electronic piece. "We made you a translator so you can understand the things Perry says."

"Why would I want to know what he's saying?"
"So that you can help him when we're not around. He has to be monitored." Phineas said.

"Child supervision." Perry said.

Candace didn't look pleased.

"He's not too hard to take care of." Phineas said. "He usually sleeps all day because of the painkillers."

"Ferb, why did you put watermelon in that sauce?" Candace asked.

"Because it will make it taste more summery." Ferb said.

"And gross." Perry added.

Candace sighed. "I have the weirdest brothers on earth."

Phineas got milk out of the fridge. He collided with Ferb, who was carrying the frying pan over to the sink to dump out the garlic watermelon sauce.

"Those bumbling brothers." Perry said.

"Ha, ha." Phineas said.

Perry felt a slight dizzy feeling in his head. "Okay, boys… I think I'm gonna pass out. Can you help me back to bed?"

"I can't." Ferb said. "I'm busy dumping out Essence A La Summer."

"Essence A La Summer Sauce. Made by the Bumbling Brothers Company." Perry said.

"I'll get the wheelchair." Phineas said.

"Heck, no. Just support my arm. I'll limp."

"Perry, your hip's still bad."

"I have to get used to walking or I won't be able to when I'm finally all healed."

"Perry…"

"Okay, fine. Just get it quickly. I'm dizzy."

"Put the translator in, Candace." Phineas said, running off.

"Dang, Phinny, now I only have a few seconds to say everything I ever wanted to about Candace."

"Here's your pills and a cup of milk." Candace said, setting them down on the bedside table rather forcefully.

Perry gave her a skeptical look. "I don't want milk. I want juice."

"You said-"

"I changed my mind and forgot to tell you. I want juice now."

"Uggghhh." Candace moaned. She started to go downstairs.

"Actually, I changed my mind. I like milk." Perry said. "But I also want juice."

"Are you always this annoying?" Candace asked.

"No, on certain days I'm more annoying. Hand me that remote over there, would you? I can't reach it."

Candace glowered at him, but she did as he asked. Perry turned on the projector. It slid down, covering the door to the boys' room.

"They have a PROJECTOR in their ROOM? They are SOOO…"

"Ow. Headache. Keep it down."

A movie began playing. Perry popped one of his painkillers into his mouth and washed it down with some milk. "Ew. Milk and pills don't go together at ALL. I need juice."

"So… you're a secret agent." Candace said.

"Yep."

"So, what kind of work do you do?"

"Secret agent work."

"Like, what?"

"If I told you, I wouldn't be very secret, would I?"

Candace huffed. "Whatever."

"I fight evil." Perry said. "That's all I can tell you."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Thanks for asking first." Perry mumbled.

"Why do you keep going into my room and sleeping on my bed if all this time you understood the word 'No'?" Candace asked.

"What does 'no' mean again?" Perry asked blankly.

Candace rolled her eyes.

"You have really comfy sheets." Perry said. "And I don't do favoritism. I sleep for the first part of the night with Phin, the second with Ferb, and the rest in your bed. Of course, now I have to stay lying down in Phin's bed since my pet bed isn't roomy enough for me to keep my leg elevated and I can't walk between them."

"How did you manage to get hit by a car?" Candace asked.

"Orange."

"What?"

Perry yawned. "I want orange juice. Apple… juice… too… appley… tired." He closed his eyes.

"Perry-"

"Juice…" Perry drifted off to sleep.

"Got this one." Travis the pony said. He tossed a tied-up man into the back of the O.W.C.A Special Forces van.

"Where's the last one?" Asked Jimmy the jaguar.

"Covered." Said a robotic voice. A tall robot appeared from behind the van, holding up an unconscious man by the coat.

"Good job, Remy." Travis said, placing his stungun into its holster. "Maybe these guys will be able to give us some information on their boss."

"Let's head back." Jimmy said. "This neighborhood gives me the creeps."

Remy gave him a nod. "I'll survey the area first and make sure we got 'em all."

The robot vanished again.

Travis hoped this was it. He hoped the prisoners would tell them the location of Bryant Bigston, the crazed billionaire intent on turning all of the citizens of Danville into his own personal duct tape factory workers.

He certainly didn't want his owners being enslaved into manufacturing duct tape. Especially since the littlest one, Joan, had an unexplained fear of duct tape. Travis had no idea why. Some childhood trauma, perhaps?

Yells were suddenly audible in the distance. Travis pricked up his ears. The fur on the back of Jimmy's neck rose in warning.

Four shots rang out. Travis heard footsteps. A shadow moved rapidly across the road.

"Let's go." Jimmy said through clenched teeth.

They hopped into the van. The robot already sat in the backseat, as though it had anticipated the need for a quick getaway.

Jimmy stepped on the gas pedal, and the van zoomed away. Travis turned to Remy, shaking.

The robot pulled off its helmet, revealing the face of a baby female platypus. "Didn't like the sound of that." She said.

"Think this has anything to do with those murders that they were talking about on Animal Network?" Jimmy asked.

Remy looked out the window at the broken-down houses that whipped by.

"Could be." Travis said. "You okay, Rem?"

"Fine." Remy said.

"You look like Joan when she sees duct tape."

"Close call. That's all."

"Yeah." Travis agreed. "Close call."