Author's Note: Sorry about the long wait everyone! It's taking me forever to write this. I actually have the last two chapters done, but I DID promise a chapter written from Phineas' POV, didn't I? Well, I wrote one, and here it is, the (what is this, the fourth?) chapter of… "A Friend In Need"! I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you review it too! Oh, and I would like to personally thank the following people: flameblaster13 for your kind words and "inside info" on your next stories (ha ha), iluvperry for your kind words (and I hope you get an account! Tell your parents that I aid you should!), and HeroineOfTime4242 for commenting to prevent me from crying (LOL)! To show you my gratitude, here are some autographed headshots of me (wink wink wink). Don't I look FABULOUS? What do you mean I stink? Oh fine, here are some Reeses Peanut Butter cups. Mmm… oh and for those of you who are allergic to peanut butter, or just hate it, here are some Hershey Kisses. So anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the awesome T.V. show "Phineas and Ferb". I wish I did, but I don't, so I am sad. :( But, that's life. AND even though I don't own that show, I CAN play "Heart and Soul" on the piano. Yeah… I guess that's not really special… So anyway, on with the Fic!

PHINEAS' POV:

I laid in my raft bed, staring at the blank ceiling above me. It had been 5- no, 7- days since Perry vanished. Where was that little guy? Probably all alone and cold and hungry out there. And it was all my fault.

Well, not entirely my fault. I guess Ferb isn't entirely innocent either. We both forgot to fill up Perry's food bowl, we both ignored Perry when he came outside, and we both didn't bother to search for him until the day after we finished our project.

As if right on cue, Ferb peered in the doorway of our shared room. "Mum says we're going to the grocery store, and she's wondering if you want to come too," he spoke clearly with his British accent.

I sat up in my bed. "Nah, not really," I finally sighed. Ferb shrugged, and walked down the stairs. I heard the sound of the front door slamming, and then the sound of Mom's car driving away. Soon, the only noise in the house was the faint sound of Candace chatting away with Stacey on her cell phone in the room adjacent to mine.

I laid back down in bed, and rolled over on my side. Usually, Perry would curl up next to me whenever I did that. It would drive Mom CRAZY whenever she'd clean our bedspreads, and find a bunch of turquoise hair everywhere. But Perry didn't like his pet bed, and I don't blame him.

However, this time, instead of Perry, Robo sprang up on my chest, barking and licking me. "Down, boy," I groaned, attempting to shove him off me. But he persisted. "DOWN!" I shouted, startling him and myself.

Robo whimpered, and scampered off, frightened by my anger.

I sighed. I usually control my temper very well, but I do lose it every once and a while. I only remember two other occasions when I lost it, once with a delivery man, and once with Candace. (A/N for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, watch the episodes "Summer Belongs to You" and "A Hard Day's Knight" to see what I mean)

It was because of Perry being gone, I realized. Perry always listened to my problems, gave me advice (or in his case, chattered when I'd say something), and seemed to really get me.

I have to find him, bring him back home somehow. But where would I look? I could always sing another song to lure him home… but that was different then, he was only gone for half a day, and this had been a whole week. But if I put a "missing" add in the newspaper, more people would help me look, and that would help me find him faster!

I picked up my cell phone off of my bedside table. I was going to have to make a few phone calls.

Author's Note: Well, didja like this chapter? It took me forever to write it, 'cause I had no idea what to write about! I hope you enjoyed it, and to all my dedicated fans, don't worry, the next chapter will be published by tomorrow! So remember: Doof you, Doof me, Doof… wait a minute, how'd THAT get mixed into my cue cards? Weird… (Shot zooms in on Doofenshmirtz, who is holding the cue cards. He begins to whistle.) Wait, how'd HE get here? Arg, nevermind. Just read and review! Meanwhile, I'll deal with Doofy here…