* I referenced the episodes "Road Trip", "Rollercoaster", "Journey to the Center of Candace", and "Toy to the World". I do not own any episodes.

Throughout the story, I will be making references to my stories "Back Across" and "With These One Shots". I will also reference "Phineas and Ferb: Across the Second Dimension". I do not own this movie.

Rated : T For mildly intense action.

By the way, I got my inspiration for this first chapter from the author psychncislover. (Yes, he/she knows that I've posted this.) Psychncislover has an excellent chapter story called "Remembering"- a Perry, Phineas, and Ferb bonding story - and I highly recommend reading it.(Again, he/she knows I have posted this.)

Prologue

"Game over!" Rodney cackled as he started blasting Phineas and Ferb with his latest 'Inizer'.

Luck was on their side. The brothers swiftly sidestepped away from the purple blast and made a beeline down the street. With an eccentric grin pasted wide on his lips, the scientist ran after them.

"Not," Phineas panted. "one of our-" The boy cringed as pain shot up his leg.

"-better ideas." Ferb finished his sentence.

Perhaps a rewind should be in order.

(Approximately an hour ago, Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated)

"I call it," He paused for effect. "The Inizer!"

"Lame," Doofenshmirtz jested at the name. Really, who names an evil invention with just a suffix? The scientist considered it absurd. Rodney turned a blue crank around the nozzle of the machine. The evil scientist's newest gadget was sleek, pieced together perfectly, and made out of the aluminum foil that Heinz used when he attempted to pull the eastern seaboard to reverse rotation of the Earth. Every nut and bolt was screwed in, polished, and adjusted accordingly. Rodney wanted zero flaws. This was his chance and he was not going to blow it.

He smiled triumphantly as he poured purple 'Boom Juice' into the side of the creation. This was no ordinary laser.

"Excuse me," Phineas peeked through the bars of the cage that hung a couple feet off the floor. His brother sat in the adjacent cell. "I'm not quite sure what we did wrong, but-"

"It's your fault!" Rodney roared. He sprinted over, grabbed the bottom of Phineas' cage, and gave it a quick, menacing jerk. "If it wasn't for you, I would've won the L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. pageant. If it wasn't for you, your platypus wouldn't have become the best secret agent in the Tri-State Area and he wouldn't have given me this scar." For emphasis, the lunatic pushed his hand towards the boy's face, revealing the stitched teeth-marks on the back of Rodney's hand.

"You," Rodney wagged a finger at Doofenshmirtz. "Don't just stand there like a buffoon. Fire it up!"

For once, Dr. D. considered just what was going on. This medium-sized device wasn't just made to take over Danville. He was thwarted hundreds of times by his nemesis, but not once did the scientist ever contemplate revenge.

"Look," Doofenshmirtz swallowed. "Rodney, maybe-" He jumped inches in the air when the scientist hollered again. Dr. D. wrung his hands, knowing it was best not to question his colleague. Sighing almost apologetically, Doofenshmirtz flipped a switch.

The laser whirred to life.

"You see, boys," Rodney demonstrated. "By reusing the blueprints of Heinz's Make-up-your-mind-inator-" Phineas asked his brother what he was talking about. Ferb shrugged. "-You know, I had a back-story prepared, but," Rodney scratched his chin. "I'm just going to skip to the punch."

He patted the side of the machine, the clang echoed about the room. Rodney explained that by using the volatile power of the Boom Juice, he was going to destroy certain parts of Danville. He assumed that after the citizens realized they couldn't do anything to stop him, he would automatically gain control over the Tri-State Area.

Everyone would have to bend to his will. The plan was full proof.

"And all that's left to do," Rodney looked through the scope and aimed at a small figure gliding above the streets of Danville. A platypus wearing a jetpack. "is give it a little test run…"

Before he could even pull the trigger, Ferb shoved open the cage door and leapt heroically onto Rodney's back.

"How did you escape?" The evil scientist snarled in outrage. He pushed the boy off with ease.

"Our platypus has mad skills at lock picking," Phineas smiled as he hopped out of the cell. "He taught us a thing or two." Ferb grabbed his brother by the upper arm and half-dragged him out the door.

Donning a thoroughly enraged scowl, Rodney spun the laser around and fired without any means of aim.

All the while, Dr. Doofenshmirtz just looked on, staring.

Phineas yelped, stumbling forward into the hallway. "I'm okay," He pressed his teeth together as a burning sensation closed around his ankle. Putting out his hand, Ferb took it and helped him to his feet.

Even with his brother limping, they managed to make it to the steps. Rodney took his weapon off its mount.

"Where," Phineas gripped the railing when he nearly tripped. "did we stash those communicators we made today?"

"Last I checked," Ferb muttered. "Our invention-making was interrupted by a deranged pharmacist."

Not only was the invention unfinished, but they had absolutely no way of contacting Perry.

(Perry's POV)

I crashed through the windows of D.E.I. to the sight of my nemesis standing dead center in the room. With raised fists, I chattered and stepped into his line of vision.

"What trap have you prepared this time?"

He gasped then crossed his arms. That's when he spun around on his heels, avoiding eye contact. "Well," he huffed. "Look who finally decided to show up."

I lowered my teal hands and shook my head. "What are you talking about," I tapped my watch. "I'm right on schedule."

"You know what," Doofenshmirtz growled. "All this time I thought I could tell you my back-stories, explain my evil plan, then you'd escape from the trap, and everything would be all 'hunky-dory'."

"Should I ask where this is going?"

"All of a sudden," he gasped, dramatically cupping a hand over his mouth. "Mr. Big-Shot can't be bothered to tell his back-story." Okay, you have my attention. "I cannot believe it," Doofenshmirtz threw his hands to the air. "Of all the platypuses to have owners…"

My eyes widened. How did he find out? I jumped up, grabbed him by the collar of the lab coat, and gave him a questioning stare. He reluctantly gave the explanation.

Rodney told him. That means Rodney knows, I thought with utter redundancy. It only took me a matter of seconds before I finished the mental puzzle.

When I left for work that morning, the backyard was empty aside from a few gutted cell phones and wires that spanned on the grass. I assumed they both left to get extra parts and tools like they normally did.

I landed on the floor, madly swiveling my eyes to every corner of the room. I was searching for the only two things that mattered in my world. Neither of my boys were in sight. Panic boiled inside me as Doofenshmirtz continued to ramble.

"You know what, Perry the platypus?" Abruptly, a hand was put to my shoulder blades, guiding me to the exit. "We are no longer 'frenemies'." That's all he said when he pushed me out to the hall and slammed the door on my face, literally.

Rubbing the tip of my bill, curiosity pulled my eyes downward. Many of the floor tiles bared scorch marks.

With Rodney on their tail, they had to put their creative minds to the test and devise something. With Phineas shuffling and struggling to keep up, it was up to Ferb.

The silent one puffed an audible sigh of relief. They both spotted a fire escape. It may not get them completely out of harm's way, but perhaps they could create more ground between them and Rodney.

Making sure Phineas was right behind him, he began to scale the rusted ladder up the side of the "Har D Har Toys" factory. Luckily, Ferb was able to make it to a ledge less than halfway up the building.

Perspiration matted to Phineas' forehead as he tried to follow his brother's pace. Just as he wiped the sweat away, his ankle brushed against a rail on the ladder. He sreeched in pain.

The boy lost his footing.

(Perry's POV)

Midair, I discarded the jetpack and landed next to Ferb. I chattered with immense relief as I pulled him into a tight hug. The respite was short lived, however…Where was Phineas? We casted our sights down the base of the building.

Rodney had my boy cornered against the brick wall. With realization, Phineas snapped his eyes to the evil doer. His small form started shaking with fear as he desperately tried to get his feet back under him. I vaulted over the side of the building and skipped the first rule of being a secret agent: always have a plan.

The trigger pulled.

The entire world was forced into slow motion, almost a blur.

A cruel, vicious purple haze expanded from the laser and rammed Phineas square in the chest. He screamed for my help just as it happened. Then, my owner dropped to the littered cement. I landed between Phineas and Rodney.

Numbly, I gently shook Phineas' shoulders. His eyes were closed, unconscious. His mouth was open in a silent yell for assistance. I vaguely remember Ferb climbing back down the fire escape. My bill opened, ready to order him to stay where he was.

I was frozen to the spot.

Rodney cackled, like the megalomaniac that he was, and flicked a switch on the laser. It started buzzing.

He won.

This was all a mistake, a big one. I should've never told them my secret in the first place.

Dear readers, it has come to my attention that the universe has it out for me.