It was the Monoshmirtz intro, blaring to the audience for applaude. Bound to it's will, by Heinz' old invention, the Slave-inator, the audience claps. The Monoshmirtz logo spins, definitely being dizzy for the camera-man, with Doofenshmirtz and Monogram sitting peacefully. "Well, our producer… kind of got mad at us, and well you know… budget cuts! Times are hard." Doofenshmirtz said, apologizing to his fans. However, he got silence. It seemed he was the less favorite in the crowd. Next, Monogram made the real apology. "No, to be honest, the writer didn't see many reviews, so he had no questions to answer… so for now, we only have two different people to ask questions." Doofenshmirtz sighed, pointing the monitor, the camera going up, yet nothing happening. Shuffling of the hands could be heard, it being evident that Doofenshmirtz lost the remote. "C'mon! Where is the lousy remote!" Doofenshmirtz complained. With the complaints, Monogram let out a small sigh, pulling the remote out of Doofenshmirtz' lab coat pocket. "You mean this?" The Major questioned. Doofenshmirtz laughed with embarrassment, looking away as he turned on the video.

A Person stood in center-screen, holding up a microphone. They spoke lightly, offering questions to Doofenshmirtz. "Hi, my name's Bre.. My questions are for Doofenshmirtz. First, what are your true feelings about Perry the Platypus?" Bre asked, the tape being paused. Doofenshmirtz shrugged, the answer simple. "Perry the Platypus is my best friend; a lot better than Balloony who left me for that red-alien-guy…" He said, folding his arms, and pouting. The Slave-inator made the crowd Oh in the dramatic moment. They continued the tape. "Are you currently hiring? I'd love to be your assistant, or intern?" Bre finished, the tape ending. Doofenshmirtz gasped, the question seeming shocking. He never considered it, and would keep it that way. "No, I don't need some teenager with me when I go shopping… or someone to dance in a hula-skirt for that matter!" Doofenshmirtz replied. This stung his co-host, Major Monogram thickly. He had a rebuttal.

"That was one time, Heinz! And.. what?" Major Monogram finished. Doofenshmirtz laughed at his co-host's lack of needed information. Carl, the cameraman felt his privacy, and personal matters had been violated. "No!" The intern to Monogram shouted. His secret was now out, but he had to make sure Monogram was held back for the time, perhaps to erase his memory or something. "Major Monogram… the League of Good Guys wants to conference you in Tokyo over the giant water balloon…" Carl interrupted. This was a good enough distraction, Carl believed. This would distract Monogram on what Doofenshmirtz said long enough for him to forget about it. "Fine, Agent P… come take my place…" Monogram ordered. The Major moved from his chair, it flipping with the floor, and Agent P appearing in an identical chair in the show. "Grrrrrgggg…" Agent P chattered, making his platypus sounds.

As Monogram left, Agent P started the final video with the tape. A different person stood there, having a single question. They said: "Doctor Doofenshmirt, I'm Nick, and I'd like to know… What's the best part about being Agent P's nemesis?" Nick questioned, the screen flickering off. Doofenshmirtz needed a moment to think; there weren't many good things about. He fought with Perry a lot, and didn't find many ups. "Kind of awkward with him being here… but well, fighting my best friend. He thwarts me, and even saves me. I like being able to make an evil scheme each day, and see him try to thwart it." That was the end of the show. "Well, that's all the time we have for today… so remember to review the show, and give the writer questions, or hosts' ideas… so long!" Doofenshmirtz said, waving. The slave-inator made the audience clap, and Agent P made his platypus noise. The TV screens faded to black, today's episode over.