The days were simple. Hey, Rome wasn't built in a day right? Heinz kept to his work and I would help as best as I could, but the age was catching up with me faster and faster. It worried him more and more as he saw the wrinkles appear on my face and my hair becoming more and more gray. I eventually began to get tired from working for only 10 minutes which rather annoyed me.

"Heinz, I'm Dee Bradley. Why should a little weariness stop me?", I asked him as he tried to usher me to take it easy.

"Look, I just don't want you to get over worked okay? You're already getting really old, I don't need you to die BEFORE hand!", he insisted, finally settling me on the couch.

It was nice, I had to admit, that he cared that much at least. But to lounge about half the day on the couch just because a leg began to get sore or because you yawn once or twice, was really not my style. But it was a valid point to not push myself. A flaw I've always had. The problem though is that while he may be able to stack cups within 2 seconds, the work wasn't beating the clock on me. And I could feel it.

Heinz was just putting the finishing touches on the inator. It was finally ready. Perry Bradley wasn't awake yet but he was sure he wasn't too late. Or at least, he hoped so.

"Hey Perry Bradley! I finally finished the inator!", he said as he walked down to Perry's bed room. He opened the door to wake him up but there was something very scary about the sight he saw. Perry laid flat on his back, on top of the sheets. His hair was getting long and white by now and there was even something of a small beard. The veins showed clearly on his skin and by the day it was getting clamy but what was scaring Doof was the lack of breathing. A GREAT lack of breathing.

"Perry?", he gasped, running over to check. "No! No! Perry! Come on, Perry tell me you're awake!"

His hands were cold. No breathing was heard. Doofenshmirtz shook him once or twice but it didn't make a difference. CPR, yelling, there wasn't anything that was waking him up. Dee Bradley, one of the best secret agents of the last century, was finally dead.

"Perry.. Perry, please don't die!", Doof began to sob as he buried his face into the still chest.

Tears were inevitable. Despite how brilliant and honorable of a secret agent Dee Bradley was, Perry the Platypus was one of the best friends he ever had. The only thing that could've made Heinz smile with his miserable life. He was what the doctor would look forward to, day in and day out. Planning, plotting, scheming the monotreme's demise. He hated him, yes, but there was still that understanding that no matter how much of an idiot he was, Perry the Platypus would never give up on him. Perry the Platypus would always be there for him.

"Perry the Platypus...would always make me happy...", he sobbed quietly.

"...AAH!", Perry suddenly yelled, making Heinz jump a mile in the sky and out of his skin another mile.

The doctor stared in shock as the thought-dead agent sat up. I was laughing my head off as I wiped of some make-up from my face. His heart pounded hard in his chest and loudly in his ears as he watched me shake dust and powder from my head and pull off a fake beard that was taped to my chin and some fake hair that was strapped to my head. Not an easy trick to always pull off.

"I can NOT believe you fell for the OLDEST trick in the book!", I said very clearly between fits of laugh.

'He's not dead?', Heinz could only think.

"I know you're an idiot, but I didn't think you were that much of one!", after another moment, I finally calmed down a bit but Dr. Doofenshmirtz was boiling over in fury.

"I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU! CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUS!", he hissed. "I got all worked up! All freaked out- CRYING MY EYES OUT! over you DIEING only to be PRANKED! What kind of a sick, twisted, joke is THAT? I know evil, Perry the Platypus but that was down right cruel!"

"I'm sorry.", I said, shaking his head.

"No! No you're not!", he argued. "But you will!"

He threw a punch but I quickly leaned back, flew up a leg, kicking him in the jaw, and rolled over backwards to the other side of the bed and got up, ready for a fight, still smiling. After a small fight that only ended in me pinning Doof to the floor and the doctor crying for mercy, we walked back into the room and prepared for the inator.

"Hey, Doof?", I asked as the ray got warmed up.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad to see you at least care."

"Yeah well...", after a moment he smiled. "You're kind of a part of my family, you know that?"

"Really now?"

"Yeah. The annoying older brother I wanna kill.", he teased.

"Ha ha ha, then I guess you're the annoying younger brother I always have to prove to be wrong at just about everything.", I couldn't help but laugh.

"That's the annoying part.", he chuckled.

The beam was fired, the platypus was back and I readjusted the hat a bit.

"Seriously though, Perry the Platypus..", the human said, kneeling down. "If you're not going to die because you're human, maybe we could do this sort of thing more often? Well I mean not the pranking but spending time together as humans?"

I smiled up at the man for a moment and gave a small nod.

'It would be good.', I said silently.

And thus my story. I'm not just a platypus. I'm not just a secret agent. I'm so much more than what people think.

Sorry this one took a while to finish and was very short. I guess it was more of a theoretical idea of what Perry could really be like since he's only 5 years old and very smart for a platypus. But I hope whoever reads this liked it and were fooled into thinking Perry was dead too! XD