Hey everyone. Before you read, I just wanted to make clear that this story takes place before Phineas, Ferb, and Candace were born. I altered the whole gist of the cartoon a little bit on a few points: One- Perry is actually Lawrence's pet platypus. Two- Linda and Lawrence are already married. In the cartoon, Phineas and Ferb are step-brothers, with Linda and Lawrence previously already having spouses. Just pretend that never happened. Three- Just to clarify on one more point, this is about a year or so before Candace was born, so you can get a feel of the time period.

Chapter 1

It was just another ordinary day…

Or so he thought…

Little did Perry the Platypus know that today he would become a secret agent.

It was around 8:30 in the morning, and Perry was just starting to wake up. He slowly and gradually stretched as he went down on his front feet with his tail up in the air. He yawned, then scurried to the window and peered out of it.

He saw another bright and sunny summer day, just like normal in Danville. Ah, all is well once again, Perry thought. Knowing everything was of a perfect balance outside, he trotted downstairs to see how his owners Linda and Lawrence were doing.

Perry turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and strolled, eyes half-open, into the kitchen where Linda was cooking breakfast.

"Oh, good morning Perry!" Linda said eagerly. "Guess what I'm making?"

Ooo, PANCAKES... Perry thought. He always wanted to try food humans ate, they always smelled way more appetizing than the worms and insect larvae he was forced to eat... and pancakes looked way better too.

"These are for Lawrence. He has a big art show today, so I have to make sure he has a big breakfast!"

Perry stopped drooling. Dang it, I thought they were for me...

Knowing that Perry didn't have any luck at getting fed pancakes any time soon, he went into a room just off of the kitchen where Lawrence was, again, attempting to paint. Perry thought he was pretty good at it… now if only Lawrence would stop kissing them when he was finished painting them…

"Alright," Lawrence thought out loud, "let's try… blue!" He gasped. "That's it! That's exactly what this painting was missing, blue." He thought again.

"But wait… which shade of blue? Oh, there are so many! Uh… hmm… Ugh, this is too difficult!" Lawrence complained. "LINDA! Linda, where are you, I NEED YOUR INPUT ON WHICH SHADE OF BLUE TO USE!"

Ha ha, the usual again… Perry thought. He decided to go outside for some fresh air; it was a beautiful day, after all.

He strolled across the back of the house, planning to make his way to the large oak tree where shade was always plentiful. That was, until he saw a strange note taped to the side of the house. It read:

Perry the Platypus,

We have been watching you, and you are exactly the kind of person… or, uh, animal… that we've been searching for. I am Major Monogram, president and founder of a local spy group in the Tri-State area. We need you to become a spy for us to take on a new and potentially dangerous criminal mastermind. You would be helping many individuals, as well as our company if you accept your new mission. If you do accept, there is a tunnel that we have installed just a few feet to the right of where this note was posted. Or, to make it easier, push on the place on the side of this house with a red "X" marked on it.

-Major Monogram

Perry didn't know what to do. Then again, being a secret agent could be fun! he thought.

And, I would be helping a lot of people… plus I have nothing else to do… why not?

Perry looked to his left, and then his right. No one was watching, so he pressed on the red "X" right next to the note. A hatch opened up and he crawled inside.

He was shot through tangled messes of tubes and elevators, until he finally reached his destination and stepped into Head Quarters.

Whoa, this place is fancy, talk about high-tech! Perry thought.

At that moment, a man's face appeared on a giant screen. On his green suit were two Ms, reading, "MM".

That must be Major Monogram… Perry concluded.

"Perry the Platypus?" Monogram asked.

Perry responded by making his chirping noise.

"Perfect," Monogram mused, "from now on, I'm calling you… 'Agent P'. 'P' for 'platypus', or, maybe 'Perry'… I dunno, you pick. Anyway, I'm glad you decided to join us Agent P, we could really use your help. Please, sit down." Major Monogram motioned to a red chair placed in front of the screen where he was talking. Perry cautiously sat in the chair, and looked back up and continued to watch the screen.

"We have discovered a new evil scientist on the rise, his name is Dr. Doofenshmirtz," Perry tried to stop himself from laughing.

"I know, the name sounds funny," Monogram said, "but you get used to it after hearing it for so long. You see, Dr. Doofenshmirtz has been evil for around almost a year now. The reason we're just now calling you in, is because he's just now starting to not foil his own evil plots," Perry looked confused.

"Yeah, it's confusing," Major Monogram agreed, "let me explain. You see, when he first became evil and started making his own evil schemes, he would always stop them, on accident, himself. What I mean is… let me give you an example. A few months ago he made a ray that would get rid of department store clerks, because according to him, 'They take too long to check out your purchase! You stand there for an hour while you wait for the clerk and the person in front of you to stop talking and start ringing you up!' So when he was about to fire the ray, he tripped over his shoe lace, and accidently landed on the self-destruct button. Now do you see what I mean? He accidently stops his own plans from coming to fruition, just because of how clumsy he is!

"So, anyway, we know you can already walk on two feet. We see you when your owners aren't around. No, it's not stalker-ish. I feel you're ready for your first mission, that is, if you're up to it…" Perry nodded.

"Excellent. If you go to the wall behind you, you'll see a pin pad. Type in the numbers 979173," after pressing the buttons, part of the wall moved to the side and revealed a glass door. Then, the glass door moved to the side, and there sitting on a stand was a brown fedora.

"This," Monogram continued, "is the 'secret agent' hat. You're required to wear it on all of your missions," Perry didn't mind. Well, it is cool.

"And over there," the Major motioned to the other side of the room, "are all of your gadgets. Careful, though, some of them are dangerous. There is a guide on each of them where I wrote up how to use them."

Perry surrounded himself with all of the complex gadgets, and in about an hour he memorized how to use them all.

"Are you ready?" Monogram asked.

Perry nodded.

"Here, I printed out directions to Doofenshmirtz's company- Doofenshmirtz Evil, Incorporated."

Perry walked to the printer and grabbed the paper.

"Just to give you some background info, it's Doofenshmirtz's company, kind of a 'big duh' there, but…" Perry continued watching him.

"Ignore what I just said. It's just Doofenshmirtz there, no one else. Doofenshmirtz Evil, Incorporated is supposed to be this huge corporation, but he's the only person that works there. Just wanted to let you know incase you were worried about security or something."

Perry gave him a classic army salute and jumped into the hover-car, one of the gadgets he had memorized how to use. He flew through a tube, located at the top of the hideout. Just before he was all the way though, he heard a faint "Good luck, Agent P."