"Happy, happy Valentine's day!" Pinky said, carrying a huge box of flowers, candy and hearts into Perry's lair.

Perry didn't look at him. "What is that junk doing here?"

"Aw, come on." Pinky said, plopping the box in front of him. "You keep an old moldy sandwich and a stitch in a box, but you think my valentines are junk?"

"Yeah. Pretty much."

"Cheer up! Just because you're technically single, that doesn't mean you have to mope all day. Love is in the air!" Pinky spun around. "And not just for us. I heard Isabella say she was going to give a valentine to Phineas."

"If she can find him." Perry muttered.

"Huh?"

"I'm not in the mood, Pinky. Take your stupid hearts and flowers out of here."

"I'd think you'd be super happy today. You're finally home! Bernie rescued you from Danville Wood!"

Devon the dog climbed out from inside the box. Candy spilled onto the floor. "And he saved me, too!"

"How long have you been in there?" Pinky asked.

"I was lying in here when you started putting stuff in." Devon said. "I decided to just keep quiet so I wouldn't freak you out."

"Get out before I kick you out." Perry growled. "Both of you."

"Somebuddy's gwumpy." Devon said sweetly. "Does somebuddy need a songy woo?"

"NO." Perry said.

"OOOHHHHHH…" Devon sang.

Pinky and Devon staggered out of Perry's lair a few moments later. The door slammed behind them. Pinky had flowers and candy hearts all over him. Devon had the box smashed on his head.

"I think that went well." Devon said.

"Something's bugging him." Pinky said. "I wish we knew what it was."

Devon pulled the box off of his head. "You mean he seemed more grumpy than usual? I thought he was going easy on us. Usually he gives me a black eye or something when he's in a rotten mood."

"Maybe he's sad because…"

"He didn't get to hear the rest of my song." Devon interrupted. He went over to the door. "Love, it's always there for you! Just look around, and I'll be there, lovin' you, forevvveerrr!"

"SHUT UP YOUR MOUTH OR I'LL RIP IT OUT!" Came the reply.

"Yeah, he's definitely been less grumpy before." Pinky said.


"Are you going to come to the valentine party?" Peter asked through the door.

"No." Perry said. "I hate parties. You know that."

He sat against the door, drawing up a map of every rogue hideout he knew about. If he only knew where the rogues were keeping…

"There will be cupcakes. Chocolate, with pink frosting."

"Go away, panda."
"And red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. You like red velvet. And cookies and punch and…"
"Will you leave me alone?"
"Can I at least deliver your valentines? They're getting kind of heavy."

"Heavy?" Perry opened the door.

Peter walked in very slowly, balancing a pile of valentines and roses on top of a giant stuffed bear.

The stuffed bear got caught in the door.

"Who are these from?" Perry demanded.

"Help… me…" Peter said.

Perry tugged on the bear. Finally, it came through.

Peter dropped his load, relieved. "Whew. Thanks so much."

"Who are these from?"

"Well, seventeen of those flowers and valentines are from some agent named Anonymous. I don't think we know that one. And the bear is from Devon. And the rest are mostly from girls."

"Where am I supposed to put this stuff?"

"Um… I don't know."

Perry sighed and slumped down against the wall.

"Are you okay?"

"Stuff. Happening. That's all."
"Want to talk?"
"No. I couldn't tell you."

"I wouldn't understand?"

"Sort of."

Peter nodded. "Okay. Well, join the party if you want to."
Perry rested his head against his bear.

"You look upset."

Perry shrugged. "I'll be fine. Thanks for the flowers and stuff."

"I didn't send you a flower. I sent you a valentine." Peter said.

"Whatever. Thanks."


There were ten different rogue hideouts, and Dennis had stupidly posted the locations of each one online.

Perry first looked for the one closest to Danville Wood, but there were two different ones that were the same distance away. There was another one that was about a mile father from those two, but it was too small to use for anything other than holding a volleyball captive.

Perry groaned and slammed his head down on the desk. How was he supposed to find Phineas and Ferb? He couldn't just barge randomly into every single hideout and search them. He'd be no good to the boys if he was caught.

At least he had one advantage: Dennis thought he was dead. He had left Perry to hang upside down on a tree branch, but two beavers, Johnny Sue and Bobby Jane, had rescued him.

So Dennis wouldn't expect an attack on his hideouts. He didn't have anything that any agent besides Perry would be interested in.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. Dennis had also taken Musty, Theo and Meej captive, the babies of Agent F, a ferret. But Ferret didn't know that. She probably just thought her babies had gotten lost or something.

"I need to know something." Perry said to no one in particular. "I need to know where they are."

The only thing he could think of to do was tell Monogram. But that wouldn't be easy. Perry would be relocated… and then fired… and in big trouble.

But if that was all he had to do to save the boys…

A crash came from his closet, scattering his thoughts. Perry picked up his raygun and slowly walked toward the closet door.

He threw the door open. Sandy, a white dog with blue eyes, was sitting in a pile of papers. "Sorry. I was trying to be quiet."
Perry put down his ray. "Why are you in my closet?"

"I thought you needed help."

"With rearranging my papers?"

"I can't see much." Sandy said. "But I can see a little."
Perry sighed. When Sandy got into her futuristic vision mode, it was kind of hard to get anything that made sense out of her.

"Fine. Tell me what will happen if I tell-"

"You cannot tell Monogram." Sandy shook her head. "Because you are going to find out what to do yourself."
"Okay…"

"You will find… a… satellite? And then… you will find… they might be human, but they're small… and I can't tell how many…"
"Two boys?"
Sandy's eyes lit up. "Yes. I see a little bit of pain… brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, golden eyes… you are not there. You are… down. I only see down. You are up. You are back."

"You are making no sense." Perry said.

Sandy gave him a sad look. "That is all I can see."

"What was all that, about different people's eye colors?"
"Not different. They are eye colors of one person. But whoever that is… they are not there, completely. And when there are black and cyan eyes, they are not there at all."

"Thank you for clearing that up for me." Perry said sarcastically.

"Be careful." Sandy said. "The dead are trying to tamper with the living. And no good is going to come of that."
"How can the dead tamper with the living? They're DEAD."
"Not completely." Sandy shook herself off and crawled out of his closet. "There's a really bad smell in one of those boxes. I think it is coming from the one that says 'Memory Box' on it."

"Thanks. It's probably just my sandwich."
Sandy left without another word.

At least Perry sort of knew what to do now. He wasn't going to tell Monogram, and then he was going to find a satellite, Phineas and Ferb, and encounter some guy who wasn't there but apparently could change his eye color every two seconds. Then he was going to go down and come back up.

It made no sense to him.

"I just hope none of it's going to be too bad for me." Perry said to himself. He hoped that he'd find whatever he needed to find soon. He missed the boys.

And he was pretty sure they were in danger.