It tis be the sequel to Rotten to the Core! The third story in my Three Platypi and an Evil Organization Series! It is The Platypus and the Rabbit!

And, yes, I know what you're thinking. "But she already has a story called The Platypus and the Bear!" Well, first off, thumbs up to my originality, right? xP xP xP Secondly, I figured it made sense. Since the platypus being referred to in The Platypus and the Bear is Perry, it only makes sense for the platypus in The Platypus and the Rabbit to be his son, Micahel ;) ;)

I DO NOT OWN PHINEAS AND FERB. ANY CHARACTER YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE IS PROBABLY MINE

(Michael's POV)

Fighting. Even office agents had to deal with fighting. And, sadly, that's where I was right then. In the middle of a fight. Dr. Diminutive and Prof. Rodenstein had come out of hiding and teamed up, and that's who I was stuck combating.

Luckily, I wasn't alone. Mom, Dad, and Courtney were helping me. Emily would have been, but she had been asleep in bed when we were called in for the mission. Courtney wasn't an agent, but she certainly had a fair share of fighting experience, so she filled in for my little sister.

Dad waved me, Mom, and Courtney over. "Pixie, you and I will go for Rodney." Dad looked at me. "Michael, you and Courtney take Dr. Diminutive."

My mate and I nodded and raced for the white-haired midget. Oh, didn't I mention? Courtney and I became mates a few months after she joined the right side. We've been mates for about eight months now.

Courtney pulled Dr. Diminutive's ray gun out of his hands and tossed it to me. The scientist ran to me, and I tossed the gun back to my mate. We ended up playing Monkey in the Middle with a ray gun and Dr. Diminutive as the monkey for the next couple minutes.

Finally, the scientist gave up trying to get his gun back and turned to fight me. Great. I looked him steadily in the eye- it was weird that he was only an inch or so taller than me.

He scowled and aimed a punch at me. I wasn't fast enough. The punch hit the lower left side of my chest- worst place possible. I winced and stumbled backwards in pain, tripping over my legs and falling onto the floor. That was a strong punch to my weakest area. Not good.

Mom, Dad, and Courtney must have noticed, because I saw Dr. Diminutive fall to the ground unconscious, and Prof. Rodenstein was forced to copy him a few seconds later.

Courtney ran up to me first. "Michael! Are you alright?" She helped me sit back up.

I rubbed my head with my paw. "Yeah."

My mate crossed her arms in disbelief. "You fell onto the floor, cringing in pain. What exactly caused that?"

"I tripped over myself."

"And before that?"

I grimaced, feeling a wave of pain hit where I was punched. "Dr. Diminutive got my weak spot."

Mom, who had come over with Dad only seconds after Courtney, obviously wanted to help, but she realized the rabbit had it all under control. Mom instead pulled out her phone and called someone. "We've got Rodney and Diminutive down; you can come pick them up."

(Courtney's POV)

I gently lifted up my mate's fur and gasped. Michael had a extensive red laceration all the way from the edge of his body to the middle of his chest. It was slowly trickling the occasional drop of blood. "What happened?! There's no way a punch did THAT to you!"

"It was when we were still in training," Michael explained, wincing again.

My eyes widened in realization. "The whip got you bad," I murmured.

"Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Dr. Bloodpudding helped before it became fatal. It's just been a scar."

"Yeah, well, that punch opened it up again," I responded, still staring at my mate's injury. How had I never noticed it? I had been living with him- sleeping in bed with him- for EIGHT months! And I had missed it?

I heard Prof. Rodenstein moan and turned to look at Perry and Pixie. Pixie had an obvious look of worry on her face; Perry looked calm, like he was used to stuff like this. "We need to get moving," I said, noticing that an O.W.C.A. car was somehow already over here. I looked at Perry. "Have a first-aid kit I could use?"

Perry nodded. "Of course. It's in the rocketcar."

Perfect! I turned back to Michael. "Can you walk to the car, or do you need the car brought here?"

"I can make it." I helped my mate slowly stand up.

Perry sighed and walked over to me. "He's got his mother's stubbornness," he muttered quietly. "I'm going to bring the car a bit closer."

(Michael's POV)

Once we all were in the rocketcar, Dad handed Courtney the first-aid kit and lifted the car off the ground, directing it for home.

Courtney began washing my wound up, and Mom turned around, her eyes glinting with worry. "Are you sure it's safe for you to be doing this, Courtney? Maybe we should take Michael to Katrina's office..."

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing," my mate said calmly. "I've had training."

"L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N, right?" Dad asked, not even glancing back. Courtney's silence answered him. "I'm surprised they actually had a medical class."

"It was in case one of your teammates was hurt," Courtney replied, lightly dabbing at my incision with a wet towel. "I was top in class."

"Oh, that's right!" I realized. I winced as Courtney's towel touched my slightly re-opened scar again. "I forgot that was one of the classes I didn't make the top in."

Courtney grinned. "You made second. Believe it or not, you're not the best at everything," she joked. I chuckled then grimaced again.

"All you need is a small band-aid to stop the bleeding," Courtney murmured. "But that wouldn't work because of how long your scar is."

"Could it go without?" Mom asked.

"In most cases that would work," Courtney responded, "but if this keeps bleeding, it won't stop. That's how large the gash is. It's only trickling, but, slowly and surely, it could be just as a fatal as it was when he first got it."

Dad must have turned the autopilot on because he turned around. "I think I have those wrap around bandages somewhere in there. Those'll work, right?"

Courtney nodded. "Yeah, they should." She pulled out a pack of white bandages. "Here they are!"

My mate began wrapping them around me, and Dad turned back to face the wheel. I looked up at the sky and remembered it was night; with everything that had happened, I had forgotten.

Before I knew it, Courtney was done, and we were back home. "Let's get to bed," Mom yawned.

My heart dropped as I remembered the stairs. The stairs that Courtney and I had to climb to get to our bed. The stairs I probably wouldn't be able to climb in my current condition.

Courtney must have noticed my expression because she said, "I'm not sure Michael can climb the stairs tonight. He'll have to sleep downstairs, and I'll sleep with him."

"Well," Dad mused, "Little-Michael still sleeps in the living room, but there is that couch by the T.V. I think that's alright."

Once I was inside, I flopped on my back onto the light green couch. And immediately regretted it. Another wave of pain from my wound washed over me. I groaned and closed my eyes. It would be a long night.

(Perry's POV)

Pixie shot a glance at Michael. "Are you sure you'll be alright down here, sweetheart?"

I shot my mate a look, hoping she could glean what I was trying to say. Pixie, he's not a little kid anymore.

Pixie sighed and looked at the ground. "Yeah."

I smiled sympathetically and pulled her into a hug. When we broke apart, I kissed her cheek. She smiled and yawned. "Let's get to bed," I murmured.

(Courtney's POV)

After Perry and Pixie said good-night and went upstairs, I sat down next to Michael. His eyes were closed, and his head was resting on the arm of the couch. "Michael, before you fall asleep, I need to check something."

My mate's eyelids fluttered open. "Kay."

I placed my paws on the far left side of Michael's chest, directly across from the scar. "I just need to see how bad the pain is." I pressed on Michael's chest. "Does it hurt when I do this?"

Michael grimaced. "Yes."

That was not good. It's INCHES away from the scar. "Do you know why?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then..." I waited nervously for my mate's answer.

"It's because you're pushing so hard."

I immediately lifted my paws off his chest, winced, then smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

Michael chuckled. "It's okay."

I kissed my mate and laid down halfway next to him, halfway on top of him. My head was resting a bit higher on his chest than where my paws had been. "Does this hurt you?"

"No."

"Good." I carefully laid my right paw on his chest and closed my eyes.

I could almost hear the smile in Michael's voice. "Good night, Courtney."

"Night," I murmured, falling asleep.

(...)

I woke up to a rotten feeling in the pit of my stomach. I groaned and sat up, being careful not to wake Michael. He didn't even stir.

Once I was sitting, I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach. It was gone in an instant. I waited to see if it would happen again. It did. That thrilling tingle.

I placed my paws on my stomach. There! There it was again! And this time it wasn't just a tingle, it felt almost like...a push to my stomach.

Quietly, I stood up and walked outside. I felt my stomach again. That feeling was almost like a...a kick.

My eyes widened in realization, and I laughed. Just to make sure, I waited another three minutes.

The tingle came again. It was true! I noiselessly opened the door back up and sat on the couch again, gently shaking my mate awake. "Michael."

(Michael's POV)

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the clock. 2:34 A.M. Great, I thought, I haven't even gotten two hours of sleep yet. I spotted Courtney grinning down at me, so I sat up, cringing when I felt a bout of pain hit. "What is it, Courtney? It's 2:30 in the morning, and we got to bed about 12:50."

"I know, sorry," Courtney apologized, still beaming. I hadn't ever seen her that happy before, and THAT was saying something, counting the fact I had known her my whole life. "I just really wanted to tell you this before everyone else was up and awake, so we got a bit of privacy."

I smiled. "Tell me what?"

Courtney took my paws in hers and looked me in the eye. "Michael, I'm pregnant."

*tries to stifle a sob but fails* MICHAEL'S ALL GROWN UP! IT WAS JUST May (2016) THAT I HAD BEEN WRITING FOUR YEAR-OLD LITTLE BABY HIM D: D: D:

But, honestly, I love grown-up Michael, even though it's sad… :'( :'(

And you haven't read Three Platypi and an Evil Organization or Rotten to the Core, so you don't have a clue what's going on? No problem ;P Everything shall be explained in future chapters ;P ;P