Chapter Four

THIRD PERSON

Phineas and Ferb lay on their beds, staring up at the ceiling. "Do you think we made the right choice?" Phineas asked. "Taking that job from Monogram? I mean, we're not exactly working, not for a while. We're probably going to be observed and monitored, trained and all that, but do you think we're doing the right thing?"

"One never truly knows if one is doing the right thing," Ferb replied. "That's why you must follow your instincts."

"But I really don't know. I think it's a good idea, but I could be completely wrong." Phineas sat up and looked over at his brother, who was also sitting up. "I mean, we could really help Perry and all of his animal agent friends, and whoever else they're working with, but what if we get caught? And I don't just mean by Mom."

"She did seem excited that we had a job offer lined up."

"Yeah, yeah she did. Won't stop Candace from trying to bust us."

"She should seek psychological help."

Phineas glanced at the alarm clock. "We should probably get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." Ferb nodded, and they lay back down and closed their eyes.

PNF

Vanessa leaned against the wall, watching her father put the finishing touches on the blueprints of his latest -inator. "Uh, Dad, you do know Perry was in the hospital, right?" she asked.

"Yes, I know, but this is the perfect -inator. We use it to find Rodney and reverse whatever he did to those robots to make them want to kill us," Doofenshmirtz replied.

"I thought they were rogues."

"Yes, but apparently Normbots can't think for themselves. Someone is controlling them, and that someone is Rodney."

"So you think you can design and build a complicated contraption to reverse it?"

"Well, it's worth a shot."

"Just make sure you get to bed at a decent hour, like the rest of us."

"Yes, mother."

"Hey, I have to be the sane, responsible one around here."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've heard the speech before."

"Yeah, whatever." Vanessa walked into her bedroom and checked her messages one last time for the day. Nothing.

She looked at the door, beyond which her father worked on developing his new contraption with his usual intensity mixed with slight insanity. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

PNF

Carl swallowed his cries for the umpteenth time and returned his attention to the screen in front of him. It was difficult to avoid thinking about what happened to Agent P., but it did help that he was doing something beneficial to the agency's work.

If he could ever track down Agent K. Her last known signals were from the apartment building Agent P. had been sent to, which was a clue, and given the pictures Agent P. recently uploaded, it didn't seem likely that the agency would hear from Agent K. again. At least, not of her own free will. Unless something drastic happened, which was equally unlikely.

Something about this really put Carl off, and he thought of Platyborg, of all people. He wasn't sure how it fit together, but he was pretty sure that they were all pieces to the same puzzle.

He pondered the images of the cyborg cat a little longer, wondering if he had enough puzzle pieces to form a coherent picture.

"Have you found anything, Carl?" Monogram asked as he walked into the office, interrupting Carl's musings.

"Uh, sir, I think I know what happened to Agent K.," Carl replied, pointing to the screen, where an image of the cyborg cat in flight could be seen.