Perry felt as if he was going insane. Not even a week has passed, and while the platypus knew that he was supposed to stay put his animal instincts told him to run around, to find the nearest door that lead outside, to do something other than this. And while the animal agents attempted to entertain themselves by fighting each other until they couldn't breathe, using the things found around the agency, and just acting like normal animals, they still swore that they could hear voices calling them to the outside world. But Perry knew that said voices, were made up.

By the third day most of them cracked and spent the first hour of the morning trying every tube, tree elevator, and even the hidden doors around the agency. Not surprising, none of them worked.

"Where's Monogram," Perry hissed, glancing once again up towards the stage. "He can't just leave us all cooped up and expect us to sit around and wait!" The other agents glanced at him, their eyes were bored looking and seemed a little dull.

"He can," Pinky replied. "Because that's what he's doing right now." Sighing, Perry slumped up against the wall and slide down to the floor. The chihuahua was right, and by the time the third night came around everyone seemed to except the fact that all they could do was sit around and wait for their boss to come back, and even though they didn't like it, that's what they did.

On the fourth day, a television was discovered by Agent D in Carl's office. And while it wasn't said, everyone agreed that the news should be the channel of the day.

"It's been four days since the organization known as the O.W.C.A was revealed to us by an unknown person, and so far the animals that are said to be part of this organization are nowhere to be seen. There are rumors going around saying that the organization has been shut down, but all we can do is wait for news about what is going on. For now, a message from two boys who claim to be owners of an agent."

Phineas and Ferb popped onto the screen, and Perry felt his heart jump in his chest. Oh, how he missed them. Were they doing ok without him?

"Perry," Phineas started. "We understand why you kept this from us, and you don't need to hide. Please come home to us, my bed feels empty without you, and nothing seems the same."

As the image switched back Perry wiped a stray tear that had fallen from his eye, then stood up and faced the rest of the agents gathered around the television.

"We need to get out of here," he said. "We all know that this problem can't be fixed, so what's the point of just sitting around and waiting for Monogram to tell us that?" The agents smiled, then one by one they stood much like Perry did. The animals had no clue how long they were waiting for someone to say that, but it was long enough that they already had an answer. There was no point.

"But what about being locked in?" Someone called. The platypus smirked; this was the question he was waiting for.

"We're in the agency headquarters," He replied. "There has to be someway to open the doors, have you checked Monogram's computer?" The agents shook their heads, then glanced at each other and smiled once again. They haven't checked the computer -their smiles dropped- because the door to Monogram's office was locked.

"We couldn't have checked it," Peter told the platypus. "The door is locked, and he and Carl is the only ones who has the key." Perry sighed, that was a setback. But it was one they could handle.

"Out of all of us here there must be at least one animal who can pick a lock, come on guys!" There was a moment of silences, then slowly Agent C shuffled out of the crowd of agents towards the spot where Perry stood.

"I can pick one," She said. "Just give me something to use and I'll be on my way." There was shuffling and a few grunts as animals bumped into one another, then finally a paperclip was shown to the agent.

"Will this work?" Peter questioned. Agent C smiled, then took the paperclip from the panda's hand and made her way down the hall. The other agents followed, and suddenly atmosphere no longer seemed depressing, but rather happy. Against orders or not, they were going to see their host families for the first time in days. Oh, how they were missing them.

There was a stillness in the air as Agent C rose up onto her toes to reach the doorknob, then stuck the paperclip in and rattled it around, trying to find the right position. Then, after what seemed like hours, a cheer rose up as the door clicked open. They were in. But what now? They stood there, glancing into the dark office, where not even the monitor screen was on to light up the space. Even though only four days has passed, the office seemed, cold.

Taking a breath Perry stepped forward, passed the light switch, and pulled himself up onto Monogram's chair.

"Any idea of what the password could be?" He questioned, turning on the computer. The other agents shuffled in until there wasn't any room left for them in the small office.

"Try Owca#1." Someone suggested. The platypus tried it, and not surprising, it worked. Then there he found it. As if someone had left in a hurry, the agency's controls were already opened, ready for anyone to mess with.

"Ok guys," Perry said, leaning around the screen to glance at his fellow agents. "Do we want to do this? Monogram told us to stay put, and if we do this we'll be going against his orders." The animals looked to one another, silently questioning if this was what they wanted, then together they nodded and turned back towards the platypus. Perry smiled, that was what he wanted to hear.

Clicking through the controls he reallowed access to the entrances one by one. First the tubes, then the elevators, then the secret doors, then finally even the human entrances. And suddenly Perry didn't feel like he was an agent trying to see his family again. He was a spy unlocking important rooms, he was a soldier freeing his captured friends, he was an agent going against his boss.

"We're through." This caused another cheer to sound. The agents laughed and tossed their fedoras into the air, lighting up the room's, no, the whole agency's atmosphere, as their laughs echoed through the empty halls.

Out in the streets of Danville a crowd gathered around an alleyway, listening as distinct sounds of animals seemed to fill the now quiet air.

"What do you reckon it is?" A man asked. The crowd shrugged; how would they know? As the sound quieted it seemed that so did the crowd's breathing, and all they did was listen. They listened as the sound of footsteps, small ones they noted, seemed to get closer and closer to them. And they listened, save for a few gasps, when a teal colored platypus stepped out of the dark alleyway and handed the nearest person a small slip of paper. Only when the animal left did the noise start up again.

"He was one of those agents!" Someone shouted. "Did you see his hat?"

"Forget the hat," Someone else scoffed. "What does the paper say?" The person in response glanced down towards what was given to him, then took a deep breath and read the few words on it out loud to the crowd.

We're done hiding

-Agents of O.W.C.A