"Where's mom and dad?" Perry asked Pablo.

He had landed in the platypus enclosure in the Danville zoo. Pablo appeared to be the only platypus that wasn't inside of the tiny cave that was used for sleeping.

Pablo stared at him blankly. "Who is mom and dad? Are they pancakies? Or marshiemallows?"

Perry sighed. "Pansy? Percy? Those guys? I need to talk to them."
"Oh. Okay." Pablo turned to face the cave and chattered meaninglessly.

Pansy came running out of the cave. "Hello! You have come again."

Percy was following her. "I kept TELLING you he'd come back, Pansy. Why don't you ever believe me?"

"Because my magical egg platypus is always having to attack mean things." Pansy said.

"Right." Percy rolled his eyes. "Hello, Perry. Is there a reason for your visit?"

"Well, yes and… no. I mean, it doesn't really concern ALL of you. I would have called, but I…"

"It is because of me?" Pansy asked.

"Not really. It's because… I kind of need da- I mean, Percy's help."

Percy gazed at him. "If it's agency help, I must decline. I don't feel comfortable around Monogram. And I don't think he trusts me, anyway."

"There's this guy. He's trying to rebuild all of Danville into a theme park about a caring clown. I can't let him do that, but I don't know how to-"

"Does this caring clown happen to be named Carlos?" Percy asked.

"How do you know about him?"

Percy shook his head. "His creator has been sending free toys to the zoo, so long as the zoo sponsors some 'project' of his. Pablo and Paige have been tearing them in half, but the zookeepers always replace them."

Pablo growled. "Scary clown. I hate the clown."

"The project is probably his theme park." Perry said. "He's building it without permission."

Percy rolled his eyes. "I can't think of anyone who would GIVE permission for a guy to rebuild three whole areas into a stupid clown park."

Perry nodded.

"Sorry. I'm afraid I didn't really learn manners from the rogues." Percy smiled a little. "I will help any way I can. And I'm sure your siblings will, too."

"They can't fight."

"They can't fight, but I swear, put anything Carlos in front of them and it's history."

"I want to destroy the annoying clown too." Pansy insisted.

Perry shook his head. "Look, I'm getting more help than just you guys. I don't need to suck all of you into this."

"The bigger your army, the more chance you have of winning." Percy said. "Someone trying to take over an entire living area? That's serious business. We'll help any way we can."

"I eat clowns for breakiefast." Pablo said.

"Just call us when you need us." Percy said. "We never do anything important around here, anyway."

"Thanks."

Perry walked into the audition room of the O.W.C.A. Devon was sitting in a chair near the stage.

Darren was onstage, singing a Tiny Cowboy song and break-dancing at the same time.

Perry sat down next to Devon. "Anyone any good yet?"

Devon shook his head. "Nah. You should audition!"

"I am NOT SINGING."
"Fine, you'll just do the 'The End' thing. But you have a really good voice."

"So does Monogram. Make him audition."

"Thank you, Darren, I'll think about it." Devon called to Darren. "NEXT!"

Darren left the stage, and Peter came on. He began doing the Charleston dance.

"Next!" Devon said.

"Heard ya needed some help fighting a clown." A Brooklyn-accented voice said from behind them.

Perry turned and was instantly ambushed. "Lil' bro!" Larry squeezed him. "I haven't seen you since… well… I don't know. It's been too long! How are ya?"

"Lacking… oxygen…"

"Whoops." Larry released his hold on Perry. "Dad called me and said to keep an eye on you. Said you thought a clown was taking over the tri-state area."

"A clown IS taking over the tri-state area!"

"Mm hmm. And how long have you had this delusion?"
Perry rolled his eyes.

"I'm messing with ya, bro! I know all about this Jumpy guy. He sponsors my favorite shows. Ten straight hours of Carlos commercials after each blackout." Larry made a gagging motion.

"Who's this?" Devon asked.

"My twin brother." Perry said. "Larry, meet Devon. Devon, this is Larry."

Larry rapidly shook Devon's paw. "Pleased to make your whatevertheycallit!"

"Twin? I thought platypuses hatched from eggs." Devon said.

"We hatched from the same egg." Perry explained.

"Well, you look similar, but I can certainly tell you two apart." Devon shrugged.

"Are you even watching me?" Bernie the bear demanded from onstage.

"Oops. Sorry, Bernie!" Devon turned his attention back to the stage. "Would you mind, uh, doing whatever you just did again?"

"We're preparing for Clown War." Larry said. "Dad's calling up all of our relatives. So far, the only one he could find was Uncle Dan. He's sending over our cousin to help when the time comes."

"I didn't mean to put everyone on alert mode." Perry rubbed his face. "I was just asking dad for help. That was all."

"You know dad. He goes all out to do something for you. Ever since he nearly killed you, and nearly killed you again, and nearly killed you again, and then nearly got you killed when you tried to keep him from getting killed…"
"Larry. You're making me dizzy."

"Sorry. But all I can say is, be GLAD he feels he needs to repay you! We may need all of the help we can get." He lowered his voice. "I heard Jumpy nearly destroyed a city once when he was in his teens."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Crazy guy. So, I was thinking: We're gonna have our whole family helping us out, I may get a few of my friends… why don't you ask some of your agent buddies to help out?"

"This is insane. Look, Lare, I'll call you when I need help. I'll call dad when I need help. But we don't have to prepare for an all-out war, okay?"

Larry looked disappointed. "I have my own cannon and everything."

"Just go back home. I promise I'll call. And tell dad I have MORE than enough help, okay?"

"You're kicking out your own brother. How curt. Just remember, I was the one who gave you that blade of grass when you looked hungry!"

"I don't remember."

"Why should you? You weren't even an hour old back then. You were all furless and slimy…" Larry's phone rang. He picked it up. "Yeah? Sure. Whatever. Nah, I'll do it. 'Kay. Bye." He hung up. "I gotta go. That was my agent. I'm in a new movie."

"That's awesome!"

"I guess. Well, see ya later!" Larry pulled on his jetpack and blasted through the ceiling.

Perry returned home to a strange sight.

Phineas had put a lampshade on his head like a hat, and was dancing in the middle of the living room to "The Wheels On The Bus".

Ferb was sitting watching him. "He's finally lost it." He told Perry. "He told me he can do anything now that his knee is all good, so he stuck the lamp on his head… and he's been doing this for three hours."

"Is that some kind of interpretive dance?" Perry asked. "Or is he just doing that hula motion for no reason?"

"I have no idea."
They watched him a while longer.

"It's kind of mesmerizing." Perry said.

Ferb nodded.

The song changed to "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes". Phineas started to spin in a circle, laughing.

"At least he's happy." Ferb said.

"He's gone delusional. If a psychiatrist walks in here, he's gonna drag Phineas back to his office."
"With the lampshade still on his head."

"Exactly."
The song finally ended, and Phineas took the lampshade off of his head. He sat down next to Perry. "Hey, boy! When did you get back?"

"Phineas, if you ever do that again, next time don't make it look like you've turned your brain off. It frightens me."

"Sorry." Phineas blushed. "You guys were watching that?"

"You didn't notice me sitting right here?" Ferb asked.

Phineas shook his head. "I'm just so happy these days. I'd never broken a bone before, and now it's like I'm free from something I'd never knew I could be trapped by."
Perry hugged him. "I know that feeling."

"A platypus came to the door today." Phineas said. "She was looking for you."

"What did she look like?"

"You. But she had blue eyes."

Perry sighed. "My sister. I told my dad I MIGHT need help with one little thing, and he sends an entire army of family to me. It's nice to see them sometimes, but I don't want to see ALL of them in one day." He leaned against Phineas's shoulder. "Besides, I already have a family."
"Us." Phineas said, wrapping his arm around Perry. Ferb patted him on the head.

A noise like a knock sounded outside the door. Ferb got up and answered it.

"Who is it?" Perry asked.

"I think some more family." Ferb said.

Perry growled. He got up and walked over to the door.

Two little platypuses were standing on the doorstep with a basket in front of them.

"Hewo." One of them said.

"How are you related to me? I've never seen you before." Perry said.

The other platypus cocked his head in confusion. "I no see you eidder. But now I has."
"Would you like to buy our cookilies?" Asked one.

"What is this, Platypus Scouts? Nah. I need to watch my weight."
"We bakeded them ouwselves." Said the other one. "We taked mud and put it in the basket. But the cookilies meltied together."
"I am a week owd." One of the platypuses spun in a circle.

"Paisley! Peppily! Get back here!" Shouted a familiar voice.

"Palmer?" Perry asked. "What are you doing here?"

Perry's son smiled at him. "Watching Paisley and Peppily."

"You're babysitting already?"

"Noooooo. They're my brothers."

"Pal, quit joking around."

"They ARE!"

"Adopted?"

"No, they hatched last week. Didn't mom tell you?"
Phineas came over to the door. "Aww. They're so cute. Are they yours?"

"I have no idea. No one ever tells me." Perry sat down on the floor, rubbing his head.

"Are you okay?" Palmer asked.

"I'm fine. Just… slightly dizzy. Trying to process this."
"I leave you three alone for five minutes, and you go to a random stranger's house…" Poppy came up behind Paisley and Peppily.

"We were selling cookilies." One of the babies said innocently.

Poppy met Perry's gaze. "Oh… hi…"

"You didn't tell me." Perry said coldly.

Poppy looked away.

"Get off my porch."

"I'm sorry, I meant to…" Poppy began. "I… I have to get these guys back home. Pamela's all alone. Paisley, pick up that basket. Perry, I'll explain later…"

"Don't bother." Perry slammed the door and stormed back to the couch.

"Guess they didn't want to buy any cookilies." Said a muffled voice from outside the door.

"Perry, are you okay?" Phineas asked.

"Yeah. I'm great. Fantastic. I just need to decide whether to faint or to destroy everything in my path."