Author's Note: The 100 Theme Challenge, applied to Wild Mass Guesses taken from TV Tropes? Sold.
I hit two different WGMs with this one.
Word Count: 663

#1 (Introduction)

"Welcome, Carl, to the OWCA." The major gestured at the door, pointing to the little box thing with a grid on it and the outline of a hand. The eighteen year old reached forward, knowing exactly what to do (he'd watched enough movies), but paused. "Well?" Monogram gave him an annoyed look.

"I'm left-handed." The hand on the grid was for right hands.

"It doesn't matter. Just use your right hand."

The door slid open and the new intern followed the major into the building. He nervously scratched at his hair, hoping that these agents would like him. In his past part-time jobs and internships, there'd been a lot of annoying people. It was a lot harder to work with people who didn't like him, even if he was only going to be Major Monogram's cameraman.

Except he was so lucky to have been assigned to the OWCA. They didn't normally have collage interns. He'd work with whoever to keep this internship (and collage credit).

They walked down a long hallway, their footsteps (or at least the older man's) echoing off the walls. Carl continued to fidget.

"What kind of name is Carl Karl?" He said suddenly, scaring the crap out of the new intern.

"My name, sir."

He didn't ask any further questions. But Carl did. "So how does the OWCA train their agents?" He was still stuck with the image of men and woman in too fancy suits with gadgets to fit any situation.

Of course, Carl was not expecting a platypus.

"And here's our top agent."

"Where?"

A confused look crossed the man's face. "Here. This is agent P."

The animal was suddenly standing on his back feet, a hat on his head. Carl did a double-take. Agent P tipped his hat at the intern before running off.

"Are all the agents animals?"

"All the feild ones."

"Are they all so... human-like?" There had been way too much intelligence in that platypus's eyes.

He nodded. "Some used to be human, too." He said thoughtfully. "Actually, most of our best agents used to be human, but that's another topic, for another time."

Major Monogram typed a code next to yet another door, not letting Carl see it, and when the door swung open, he was greeted by smiling faces in lab coats. Monogram practically pushed Carl into the room before following, ignoring how Carl stumbled forward.

"How many scientists does this place have?" Carl glanced around, amazed. There were amazing things in every corner, from whatsits that he couldn't name and huge computers and small computers. It was a geek's paradise.

"Six." He cleared his throat. The number seemed hilariously small compared to the massive amount of room. "Actually, only five competent ones."

"Hey! I heard that!" A new voice exclaimed. It took Carl a moment to place the accent as he turned around in time to see Monogram glaring at a slouched-over scientist with a messy lab-coat and a nose that seemed too oddly shaped to be real. (But then again, Major Monogram's nose took up half his face)

"I'm plenty competent."

"You can't even come up with a name other than 'inator'." He remembered Carl was here a moment later. "The intelligent ones are Onassis, she's the blonde one over by the largest computer, Shaw and Otter, who have the day off-"

"You're forgetting me!" That same scientist was back in his face. Monogram stepped around him.

"And Sweetwater's somewhere around here, and-"

"Me! I'm here!"

Monogram sighed, exasperated. "And he's Doofenshmirtz, the one who can't do anything."

Doofenshmirtz glared at him.

"This way, Carl."

Carl could vaguely hear the scientist (who Major Monogram had something against, that much was obvious) mumbling as they walked away.

It sounded suspiciously like "This will be a backstory one day".

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