You've all heard of the incredible stories of Agent P, or Perry the Platypus, and his owners, Phineas and Ferb. What you haven't heard is how Perry got started as an agent. This is the story of the little platypup who became known as the greatest agent of the O.W.C.A. (Organization Without a Cool Acronym).

It was a cold day in early December; a young turkey had stopped a shipment of illegal animals from Australia. His name was Terrence the Turkey, or Agent T. He was a top agent from the O.W.C.A. and still a newbie to boot. He was only about two or three years old and found himself to be on most people's good side due to his friendly attitude. He started to unload the truck's occupants into the Danville city zoo.

Most of the animals were too simple or stupid to really understand what was going on, but they did it anyway. They followed because there was no alpha. There were kangaroos, koalas, gators, and even a family of platypus. The smallest platypus seemed smarter than the others though, even though he was obviously still a baby. "Momma go, warm inside." The baby urged as he pushed his mother into the zoo's platypus exhibit. His mother grunted in a bit of contempt, as though she didn't like him or believe the little guy. The little platypus didn't care though. He just wanted everyone to be safe inside somewhere warm and this strange bird, which was too small to be an emu, had provided it. "Warm inside, go, go, go!" he squeaked cheerfully, yet surprisingly maturely. His brown eyes were lit up with excitement, fear, and yet they were tired and weak, as though he hadn't gotten enough sleep or food for a while now. He couldn't be more than a month old. Agent T picked up the little guy and kept him warm in his wing as he ushered in the kid's family. His father, an older platypus nodded to Terrence as though asking him a favor. By the time the whole family was inside the zoo, the little fluff of teal fur was shivering in his sleep.

Terrence brought the baby platypus to the O.W.C.A. as fast as his legs could carry him. His family had obviously rejected him, save his father, but that didn't mean the little guy needed to die right now. The little guy's father had been the only nice one out of the group, but he had other platypus children to worry about and was more than happy when he noticed where Terrence was from and what he could do for his son. Terrence held the little guy close to him for warmth until he found the man in charge of his division, Major Monogram. Major Francis Monogram had been a veterinarian and doctor in the military and was good with animals, so when they came up with the idea of making animal agents, he was one of the men that they thought would be best to work with the men and animals.

When Major Monogram saw the turkey with the little fluff ball he was confused at first till Terence showed that it was a shivering platypus baby. He then quickly brought the little guy to the medical room and helped to make sure he was alright. Agent T explained what he knew and he and Major Monogram had to agree that the little guy would make a great agent.

When the little guy was healed he started his training right away, the only problem was that no one knew he was doing it. He started from the moment he got up and jumped on the door in the room. When he jumped on the door, he had landed on the latch like handle to open it. He wanted to know where he was.

He wandered around till he met up with the elite fighting class for the new recruits. Thinking he had just gotten transferred in, he was set up against some of the recruits. This little infant didn't know how to fight like a human like the other animals yet, but it did know how to dodge. He managed to win four fights by using what little abilities he had as an animal with no training. He rolled over when they tried to hit him and he eventually tried to stand. He found this very difficult at first, but managed to get up on his feet before a little duckling with a toy plastic chair knocked him down again.

"Dat's a dirty twik!" He muttered as he got up. The duckling just smirked.

"Man you sound like a baby! Both literally and figuratively…" He didn't have time to say much more as the little platypus decided to play platypus see, platypus do. He jumped in the air and did a flip that had been shown off earlier by a little dog that kept shivering constantly. As he landed, he had his tail down aimed at the duckling so he could try something else also. He hit the duckling with his tail, using it as a catapult and flipped again landing in the hands of a very surprised Major Monogram. "Ooooh, you're in trouble! Heheh."

"Darren Duck, why are you fighting a baby platypus? He can't be more than a month old!"

This shocked the duckling until he heard the baby mutter, "I'm actually a week old…" Darren just blinked in embarrassment and fell down in shock. He had been beaten by an infant.

Monogram looked at the little fluff in his hands and said, "And you! You're just a baby, how did you get out of your room?" That was when the teacher of the class, a little lemur, handed Monogram a note and the list of fights that the baby had won in the last few minutes alone. "Five fights? Agent L, are you sure about this?" The lemur nodded. She was never wrong on counting. That was the start of Agent Perry the Platypus.

Perry trained for six months at the O.W.C.A. and had been marked as a prodigy. He eventually became friends with Darren the Duck, Terrence the Turkey, and Pinky the Chihuahua with no hard feelings about their first encounter. Perry had grown into a very mature and adorable little fluff ball and was now ready for the adoption phase. The adoption phase would let him live with a host family and work during part of the day while being loved otherwise. Perry was of course still being called "Little guy" or "Baby" or "Platypus" until he could get a name from his new owners.

He was an adorable creature and could play dumb well, but no one seemed to want to adopt a platypus. He was just too strange. He wasn't a duck, nor was he a beaver. He was a platypus, a strange exotic animal from Australia. No one seemed to want him. He was too strange for anyone. Anyone that is, except for two little boys, a set of stepbrothers known as Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher.

"Hey look Ferb, this one is looking at both of us at the same time!" the little triangular red headed boy said excitedly to the strange, silent, green haired boy who blinked. They both looked at him as though he was the greatest thing in the world, and in the coming years he would think the same of them.