I am so sorry it took so long to update. I was really busy with my research paper and I spent last weekend at Acquire the Fire (ATF). It was totally awesome and I really felt like God touched my heart (ATF is a Christian youth conference with live bands and worship, etc.). I totally encourage all of you to go next year. It happens all over the country, so you can just look up the dates if you want to go. Anyway, on with the story. I don't own Phineas and Ferb, they belong to Dan Povenmire and Jeff Marsh.
Phineas' point of view
"Perry?" I whispered.
I couldn't believe it. My own pet platypus, a secret agent. Perry flew out of his lair on… was that a jetpack? I took a step back, about to look for a way out, when I tripped on something and fell back into a chair.
"Ack!"
Oi, I really am clumsy. I thought. Wait why can't I move my hands? Am I restrained? Why would a chair have restraints?
"Memory erasing sequence activated" A voice from the chair said.
"Uh oh…"
There's the second chapter! Sorry it's short, I just felt like that was a good place to stop. The next chapter will be longer, I promise. As usual, please no cursing in the comments and constructive criticism! God bless!
