Here's the 2nd chapter. Hope y'all enjoy! :)
11:42 a.m.
Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
Perry parked his hovercraft behind a garbage dumpster. Withdrawing a small key, he placed it in the lock and opened the door. He walked to the flight of stairs, and proceeded to climb.
11:45 a.m.
A knock filled the empty hallway, and Perry waited.
11:51 a.m.
Annoyed, Perry buzzed the doorbell.
"Alright! Alright!" came a gravelly voice. "I'm coming!"
There was a fumble, and the door opened to reveal a hunched man in a lab coat.
"Perry the Platypus? Well this is unexpected. And by unexpected, I mean…well, unexpected! What are you doing here?"
He opened the door a little wider, and Perry walked in. No obvious hidden traps snagged him, no giant, evil machines were in sight.
Perry stopped and looked up at his nemesis.
"Well, you see, I just wanted to take a few days off!" he said, shrugging. "I needed a break from building Inators. Soda?" he held out a can similar to one he held in his hand.
Perry shook his head. It was unlike himself to refuse—he particularly liked the drink the doctor held out for him. But he had more important things on his mind.
He pulled out a notepad and pen and began to scribble. He tore of the sheet and handed it to the doctor.
Doofenshmirtz accepted the paper, squinting as he read it.
"You want me to build an Inator?" he exclaimed, completely taken aback.
Perry nodded, a little embarrassed. He clasped his hands behind his back, and bit the inside of his cheek.
The doctor looked back at the paper.
"You want me to build a Remember-inator? Why would you want a Remember-inator?"
Perry looked down at his feet, too embarrassed to answer. Doofenshmirtz was quiet for a few minutes, and so Perry waited. If the doctor said no, than Perry's plan would never come to pass. If he said yes…
Doofenshmirtz tossed the paper, and it floated gracefully to the ground.
"Oh, what the heck!" he exclaimed. "I'm not doing anything anyway!"
Perry looked up, hardly daring to believe his ears.
2:21 p.m.
"Behold! The Remember-inator!" Doofenshmirtz cried at the top of his lungs.
In his hands, he held a small remote, about the size of a regular TV remote control. Perry had specifically asked for it to be hand-held.
"So, what are you trying to remember anyway?" the doctor asked.
Perry pointed at himself and shook his head.
"Oh, so it's not for you. Who's it for?"
"Gyururururururur."
"Fine, fine. I don't mean to pry!"
Doofenshmirtz handed Perry the remote, and he stared at it in complete happiness.
"Don't forget the self-destruct button I installed at the bottom. See?" He indicated the large red button. "You know, just in case you want to blow it up…" he shrugged as Perry rolled his eyes. "You never know when it might come in handy!" he responded.
Perry smiled and turned to leave, but stopped. He hesitated for just a moment, before turning back and hugging one of Doofenshmirtz's legs.
"Hey! Don't get all affectionate on me!" he cried. "I'm your nemesis remember?"
Perry quickly let him go, still smiling. He saluted, then ran out the door.
"Goodbye, Perry the Platypus!" he heard him call, as he ran down the stairs.
