Hiyllo, guys! It's another story! This one is much overdue for posting, considering it was finished early 2017 xD But, as I said in the summary, I wrote this with VibeQuake. We're both really proud of the story, so I hope you enjoy it, too :DDDD And since so many characters eventually appear/are mentioned in this, I'll make a disclaimer list of who owns what right now; feel free to come back and reference to this as the story continues xD xD xD

Disney owns: OWCA, Perry, Carl, Pinky, Peter, Dennis, Major Monogram, Terry, Phineas, Ferb, and Isabella

VibeQuake owns: Archangel, Victor, Pansy, Christina, Ferbeer (A drink xD), Dante 1, Apollo, Natasha, Kirk, Oliver, Georgia, Oz, Ridelle, Ohio, India, Xanthe, Jolyon, Cassie, Patty, and Jackie

I own: Katrina, Barry, Ethan, Daniel, Kiki, Pixie, Amy, Lizzy, Melissa, and Felicity

We both own: Juliet, Dante 2, and Mirabel

Perry the platypus was sitting on his desk in his office, avoiding work like there was no tomorrow. He had several reports and written stuff to do, but his two best friends had gone off to see if there were any mission available, and he was anxious to get back into the field. He was tapping his fingers on his desk when someone knocked on his office door. "Yeah?"

His arguably best friend poked his head round the door. "Hey Perry," Victor said. "Can I come in? I just stole a packet of chocolate biscuits from Carl's office."

Perry laughed. "Alright, come on in."

The otter stepped into the room, clutching an opened pack of chocolate biscuits. He dithered in the entrance for a minute, before awkwardly offering the packet to Perry. "Want one?"

"Sure." Perry grinned and gratefully took one from the packet. "Any news?"

"About what?" Victor asked.

"A mission… ANYTHING exciting in the field…"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to check." Victor took a biscuit from the packet and munched on it. "Soon as I went into Carl's office, I saw the biscuits, so I just took it and ran."

Perry sighed and shook his head. "Well, could you get back there and check? Or ask Pinky? Or SOMETHING?"

"Pinky's still checking." Victor finished off the biscuit and took another one, munching on that one, too. "And I'm too invested in these biscuits to go back."

Victor took another biscuit and casually tossed it at Perry, hitting him in the beak. "Ow," he snapped.

"It's just a biscuit," Victor grinned. "Not like it was the knife I have on my belt."

"I just want to do something, Victor. Something exciting…"

"Like beating up Archangel?" asked Victor lazily, dangling a biscuit over the platypus's head.

"Yeah. Like that."

Victor sighed. "Personally, I don't see why people go looking for fights with them. If they show up on our mission, as they have in the past, that's fine. But... I don't see the point of picking unprovoked fights."

"I don't know how to feel about it." Perry sighed as well.

Victor smirked and tossed another biscuit at him, this time hitting him in the forehead.

"Would you stop that?" Perry snapped finally.

Victor's smirk only widened. "We're touchy today, aren't we? Is it something to do with the fact that you haven't got a girlfriend?"

Perry blushed. "N-n-no!"

Victor chortled. "That platypus across the hall is pretty, isn't she? What was her name…Pansy?"

"Shut up," mumbled Perry.

"Sorry, what was that?" Victor cupped his hand over his ear. "I don't speak single."

"You ARE single," Perry snapped, slapping his paw. "And stop trying to set me up with people!"

"Why?" Victor asked innocently. "Are you waiting for the right person to come along? Are you waiting for love at first sight? A star-crossed romance? Or do you just hate people so much that you don't even want a girlfriend?"

"I don't hate people!" Perry hesitated. "But... I am waiting for the right person, yeah."

"Aww," cooed Victor smugly. "That's so cute. But I do have to argue with you on the 'I don't hate people' thing that's clearly not true."

Perry just glared at his friend.

Victor smirked. "When you stop talking, that's when I know I've won."

Perry sighed and shook his head. "I don't know how I put up with you at times."

Victor beamed and lay his head on Perry's shoulder, looking up into his eyes with a sweet look on his face. "You love me really."

"Hmm. Do I…?" Perry mused in thought.

Victor pouted and sat up, folding his arms. "You're mean."

Perry laughed. "I can be."

Victor sighed. "No, really, you can be brutally honest," he said monotonously. "I'm incredibly emotionally strong; I can take it."

"Good for you."

Victor rolled his eyes. "Please, Pinky, you can interrupt at any time."

Unfortunately, though, their friend didn't pop through the office doors for several more minutes. When he did, he found Victor trying to fit himself in the waste paper basket in the corner while Perry tapped on his computer, trying to ignore the fake pathetic whining coming from the otter. Pinky sighed. "Do I even want to know what's going on here?"

The waste paper basket toppled over, causing Victor to grunt. "No," he replied, grinning.

"Didn't think so."

"PLEASE tell me you have some news," Perry sighed.

Victor dragged himself across the floor, his pelvis and back legs still stuck in the bin, over to Perry. "I'm hurt," he said theatrically. "Don't you LIKE spending time in my illustrious presence?"

"Not always."

Victor sighed and sat up, shaking the bin off himself. "Pinky, I agree with Perry. PLEASE tell me you have a mission or something."

Pinky grinned. "Well, you're in luck."

"Oh, thank goodness," sighed both Perry and Victor in relief at the same time.

"What is it?" Perry asked.

"Archangel," Pinky replied.

Perry's heart lifted. "We get to fight them?"

"I thought you said you don't know how to feel about Archangel," Victor commented.

"I just like fighting Archangel because they actually provide me with a challenging fight," retorted Perry. "Unlike the person I spar with for practise."

"Aw…" Victor pouted.

Perry grinned. "So what's the mission, Pinky? When do we get to beat up Archangel?"

Pinky sighed. "Perry, they're just as noble an organization as us. They're not an evil organization. Why do you hate them so much?"

"I don't hate them, Pinky."

"I do," Victor chimed in, raising his paw. "I don't particularly like picking fights with them for no reason, but I do hate them. They upstage OUR missions and they're SO patronizing to us, it's unbelievable. They think they're so much better than us."

"Good point," Pinky agreed.

"So when DO we get to fight them?" Victor asked hopefully. "Where's the mission? WHAT's the mission?"

"Yeah, what is it?" Perry asked, cocking his head.

"Major Monogram says that a group of Rogues are attacking an Archangel base," Pinky said. "Since the Rogues are OUR enemies, the leader of Archangel says we have to go and deal with them."

Victor snorted. "Figures."

"Guy has a point," Perry said fairly. "Anyway, it means more hitting for us, doesn't it?"

"I guess you're right," Victor sighed.

"So who has Major Monogram assigned to go?" Perry asked hopefully. "Us?"

Pinky nodded. "Yes, actually."

Perry raised his hands to the sky. "THANK GOODNESS!"

Pinky raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Dream come true?"

"I just need to do SOMETHING," Perry moaned. "I'm SO bored."

Pinky sighed. "Alright, then. I assume you want to get going?"

"Yes please," grinned Perry.

"Then let's go."