A New Villain
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this. They belong to Disney.
This was a crazy day for me. In this messed up world, evil wreaks havoc in all shapes and sizes. Then there are good days when one can just slack off and enjoy himself. Alas, this was not one of those days, but the problem was far more serious than usual.
I live on Earth, a planet where people live out normal lives and communicate with one another, socializing and mating and helping with the natural balance of things. It is always beautiful to see a man and a woman come together. It is a world of peace, a world of conflict, a world where anything can happen.
Me? I am neither man nor woman, for I am not a human. Who am I? More like what am I?
I am a pet, a platypus to be precise. I am an odd creature. I had big rounded eyes, a duck bill and a beaver tail. I am a semi-aquatic egg-laying mammal. Most other mammals can't lay eggs. Of course, being a male, I can't really do it either. That makes it funny that I can sweat milk while most males of my species can't.
I also have flat feet and, for some reason, blue-colored fur. Australia's got weird creatures, but I'm the only one that has ever been blue. Makes me feel unnatural, almost.
I live out my life among the humans as their pet. My masters are always doing things they shouldn't while their sister tries to bust them and get them in trouble for it. They don't necessarily try to hide it, but things always work ironically to prevent the Mrs. from seeing it.
What roll do I play in this? One bigger than you can ever imagine, but it is a secret. To my owners, I am simply a sniveling, brainless pet who does nothing more than lie around all day, occasionally wandering off, and eating worms.
As for what I truly am… that's classified.
Perry T. Platypus
Oh, hi, didn't notice there were people reading this. Well, that was just a documentary by one of the main stars of this story. Now that that's over, I will be taking over the narrations.
This is a story that may alter the very lives of the people in this world, but the one who will be most effected shall be the author of that above statement.
The first paragraph probably has you wondering what is going to happen in this story? Well, sit back and take out a bowl of popcorn and listen good, for you do not wanna miss a minute from this. Junior, hands off that mouse. Keep it far away from that back button. Ah! Yeah, thought I wouldn't notice that, did you? Anyway, allow me to begin.
It all started on a bright Summer's Day. Summer was the time everyone loved, a time when students didn't have to go to school and all was just relaxation for those who truly needed a break from the cruelty of society.
But the most difficult thing anyone could do was find some way to spend it, and there were two who knew just how to end such boredom.
One was a young lad named Phineas. With his brilliant mind, he could pull off even the hardest of tasks. Now he looked like a normal boy with his short orange hair, his playful eyes, a striped T-shirt, a pair of blue shorts and a typical body that most ten-year-olds had. He was willing to do anything as long as it was fun, and he would not waste a second.
His stepbrother and best friend was more of a kid of action and had very few words to say. His name was Ferb. He had short green hair, a top that said "smart guy" but one has to ignore the somewhat dopey look his eyes had.
"So," Phineas asked, "what are we going to do today?"
Ferb pulled out blueprints as Phineas looked over the directions and said, "Well, we could either build a rocket, make a super robot, or invent a new type of cheese."
They looked over at a cow in their garage as Phineas said, "Sorry, Bessie, you might have to wait a little longer."
While they discussed their plans, their sister, a girl with long reddish hair, a beautiful face, a pink top and a skirt walked over to them. Her name was Candace and she absolutely despised Phineas and Ferb for many reasons.
"Listen here, you twerps," she snapped, "Stacy is coming over to help me pick out what to wear for my first date ever with Jeremy and if you so much as do anything to mess it up, I will ring your necks!"
"Kay," was all Phineas said as Candace walked off.
Then Phineas looked over the plans some more and said, "Alright, let's build a rocket. It is child's play, but these others just don't seem as fun to me."
But Phineas had failed to notice a young girl with long black hair and a pink dress looking around the corner watching him.
She happily walked over to him and asked, "Hey, Phineas, What cha doin?"
"Oh, hey Isabella," Phineas replied, "We're building a rocket. Wanna help?"
Isabella sighed as he said that. She had so wanted him to ask for her help, and she was happy to assist. Isabella had a crush on Phineas, thought whether or not Phineas was aware of it was a whole other thing. Isabella did all she could to make it not-too-obvious, and amazingly, she was actually very good at hiding it.
"Hey, wait a minute," Phineas said, "Where's Perry?"
Who was Perry? Well, he wrote that documentary. Yes, Perry was a blue platypus. While he simply posed as a mindless pet to the humans, he had a secret, and we're gonna find out what that is.
Perry crept about, being sure not to be seen and was about to put his hand up against a spot of grass when a woman walked outside and gave him no choice but to put on his pet-like composure. This lovely young woman with red hair, a nice build and a yellow T-shirt was Phineas' mother, Linda.
"I'm going out to get your dad some medicine for his back, alright?" she called out, "Be good while I'm away!"
"Oh, hi Perry," she said briefly before entering the car and driving off to the pharmacy.
The father of the household was Ferb's father, Lawrence. He was a simple everyday business man with neat brown hair, a smart look in his eyes and a white business top. Currently, he had an ache in his back and couldn't move.
"Well, this isn't so bad," he said with a nervous smile just as a quarter rolled out of his pants pocket. He reached down to get it as his back gave way and he screamed in agony.
What about Perry? Well, with Linda out of the picture, he pressed a spot on the grass as a patch next to it rose up in the form of an elevator. Making sure no one could see him, he quickly went into it as it brought him down into an amazing place.
It was a laboratory, a well-designed laboratory full of all kinds of gizmos and gadgets and computer thingies.
He put on a secret agent hat and turned on a screen as the face of a sergeant with a white mustache and a manly face appeared. This was Perry's boss, Major Monogram.
"Ah, Agent P, you're here," Monogram said, "We've got word that Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz is up to his old tricks again. He's created yet another death ray and plans to vaporize the tri-state area's cow supply with it. Could you imagine a life without milk? We'd all become weak, pathetic morsels with no choice but to let mad Scientists like him rule over us."
Dr. Doofenshmirtz was Perry's arch-rival, a mad Scientist bent on world domination. He wore a typical lab coat and had a maniacal face. His eyes had bags under them all the time, giving off the impression that he didn't sleep all that often, but strangely enough, that was his natural appearance.
Perry gave the army major a salute and exited his lab via hovercraft. He was determined to stop this threat at all costs. It was his job and his reason for existing.
Monogram felt a pain in the back of his head as he turned to his camera man, Karl the Intern, and said, "Now is not the time for a close-up."
Meanwhile, Candace was getting ready for her date with the boy of her dreams when she noticed something out the window. Phineas and Ferb had a large metal structure in the back yard and she was going to put a stop to this, whatever it was they were doing.
"DAD!" she shouted running to her father who had finally gotten comfortable again and asked, "What is it, honey?"
"Come quick!" she barked, "Phineas and Ferb are building a rocket in the back yard!"
"That's nice, dear," Lawrence replied, "but I'm in no condition to see it. Besides, we've heard all these claims before. I highly doubt this is worth getting up for."
Candace growled as she stormed up to her room and said to herself, "That's it. I've decided that I don't care anymore. I am sick of always looking crazy whenever I try to bust those two. I don't know how they do it, but they always get away with it and never get caught. What's the use? I'm never going to catch them."
She also had her date to think about, so maybe it was just worth it to finally back off for a change. She had always obsessed over getting those two in trouble when they really meant no harm.
Now, you're probably wondering about the title. So far, this story has had very little to do with it. Well, just be patient for the next chapter will reveal the whole point behind this title.