The Varokith Lavoriv
"Phineas! You've got to see what Perry is doing!"
Phineas was getting very annoyed with Candace, and he wasn't easy to annoy.
"I'm busy trying to build a tunnel that allows the person going into it to travel through solid objects with minimal danger to themselves, and interruptions are not welcome. Also, this isn't a three-eighths," Phineas called to Ferb.
Ferb pointed to a miniature chalkboard on which was written, I BORROWED THE 3/8THS. NEED TO FINISH SCIENCE PROJECT AND I CANNOT BOTHER TO GO ALL THE WAY TO THE HARDWARE STORE AND SHELL OUT MONEY FROM BUFORD'S PIGGY BANK. –FROM BALJEET
HIZ NOT BUYIN ANYTHIN WITH EUROS – BYUFORD. P.S., I MADE BALJIT TYPE IN ALL CAPS.
"I can't believe so much lettering can fit on a four-by-four chalkboard," Phineas said.
"Buford can't even spell his name right," Candace said, shaking her head.
"What'cha doing?" Isabella asked, prancing into the yard.
"Contemplating on how I can build a phasing tunnel without a three-eighths wrench."
"You'll figure it out," Isabella said. "Oh look, a message on a chalkboard."
She went to read it.
"Could we return to the matter of Perry's whereabouts?"
"He's just somewhere," Phineas said.
"No, he's not just somewhere. He's in a sixty-five story building fighting an evil scientists."
"I'm glad to see your imagination is improving," Phineas said.
"It's the truth!"
"Sure it is, Candace. But I've got work to do."
"Don't you want to know where Perry goes every day?"
"Yes, Candace, it would be nice. But if we found out, it wouldn't be a mystery anymore."
"It's not a mystery to me!"
"Candace, I and Ferb have heard you over and over. But really, a Platypus as a secret agent is quite far-fetched."
"They do have poisonous ankle barbs, though," Ferb said. "Which could be useful for a secret agent."
"Yeah, but really…our pet wouldn't put himself in such danger. I mean, it's cool and everything, but…hey! I know what we should do tomorrow!"
"Come with me to see Perry in action?" Candace asked.
"We're going to build a Perry robot that acts as a secret agent. I bet Perry would love it."
"That would be a clone of your own platypus," Candace said.
Candace's phone gave off its "Breaking Through" by Avril Lavgne ringtone.
"Hello, Stace."
"Enjoying your Jeremy-free week?"
"Of course not. And my brothers won't listen to me about Perry being a secret agent."
"Still harping on about that ridiculous story, huh?"
"It's true! I saw it, the whole thing…"
"If you're going to give a flashback, let's at least meet at that Chinese restaurant where you started trying to follow fortune cookies to bust your brothers."
"Why there?"
"NO one we know is likely to see us there and overhear you talking crazy."
"Is this any crazier than what Phineas and Ferb do every day?"
"No, but I've actually seen them at it. And I've never seen Perry fighting a mad scientist."
"He's not mad, he's evil! Vanessa showed me…"
"When we get to Peter Panda, you can tell me all about it
"Okay, see you there." She turned to where Phineas was, with Isabella by his side. "Phineas I'm going off to discuss things with Stacy. When I get back, I want you ready to march to the apartment building I saw so that you can see Perry in action."
"What's that, Candace?"
"You and Ferb are coming with me to witness Perry's hidden life firsthand."
"Ferb and I might be ready to play along, then."
"You will? Hey, wait a second—"
Isabella started pulling Candace out of the backyard. "You've got somewhere to be," she said.
"Oh, yeah. Guess I'd better get going then."
"So go."
"I'll return with proof that Perry is a secret agent or my name isn't Candace Marbella Flynn!"
"Your middle name is Marbella?"
"Did I say Marbella? I meant Gerturde."
"'Gertrude' is a long way away from Marbella."
"Yeah, well, I've got to convince my brothers that their pet is a secret agent, and that's not an easy task, all right?"
"It's a nice theory, Candace, but it sounds so far-fetched. "
"It's true as silver pixies in the river of Heomot."
"I'm not sure how that analogy applies. But I've got patches to collect."
"If your pet Chiwuawau were a secret agent, you'd want to be informed wouldn't you?"
"It's pronounced Chihuahua. And Pinky couldn't be aecret agent. That would be so farcicial."
"I doubt Pinky is one, but Perry certainly is."
"Keep telling yourself that, Candace."
Isabella walked off, and Candace went in the other direction.