Doofenshmirtz dug through a large box. It was actually big enough for him to fit inside it. Perry searched a much smaller box.

"I know it's here somewhere," Doofenshmirtz called from inside his box, "I know I brought it with when I moved here. Hey! It's Charlene's old pair of glasses. How did they get in my box? Do you think she wonders where they are, Perry the Platypus?" Perry looked over his shoulder at Doofenshmirtz, whose shoulders barely poked out of the top of the box.

Doofenshmirtz threw the glasses, breaking whatever parts of the lens had yet to break, "Yeah, you're right. What else is in here?" He goes continues to search through the box. Perry moves on to the next one.

"I found it! I found the blueprints!" Doofenshmirtz knocked the box onto its side so he could get out, spilling other blueprints over the floor. "Perry the Platypus, I found the blueprints! They were in here! We can start building it now!"

Perry takes the blueprints from Doofenshmirtz's hand and looks them over. He hands the paper back to Doofenshmirtz and chatters.

"This is too the right one! The others just had really close names."

Perry chattered again, this time pointing at one of the key parts written on the paper.

Doofenshmirtz looked closer at the picture, "Oh, yeah, I forgot that it was platypus powered. Looks like you're going to have to work to help this boy, Perry the Platypus." A smile spread across Doofenshmirtz's face. It looked like all he needed was some motivation to get back to his normal self.

Doofenshmirtz walked back up to his lab, "We'll have to go out and get some supplies. I don't have everything here. Do you wanna stop for some lunch, Perry the Platypus? I could go for a steak right now."

Perry tripped Doofenshmirtz this time. He looked down on his nemesis with his hands on his hips.

Doofenshmirtz's smile disappeared, "Jeez, Perry the Platypus, how bad is this kid? You act like you actually know him." Perry turned and used the elevator. The doors closed before Doofenshmirtz could get in.

"Great," Doofenshmirtz said to himself, "Way to go, Heinz. You made the platypus mad so now you have to take the stairs."

Phineas was pitched in darkness again. He shivered, listening wide-eyed for the beast to return. He barely dared to breathe. Phineas almost fell over before he realized the floor beneath him was slanting. He gasped and tried to scoot backwards but the floor tilted straight down and Phineas began his endless drop into conintuing darkness. He screamed at first, but then remembered where he was.

"This is MY head. I should be controlling it."

A light approached rapidly. Phineas hit it within seconds of seeing it and landed on to green grass. Phineas lifted his head and squinted against the bright sunlight. He rubbed his nose, which had made a dent in the dirt below him.

"Whatcha doin?"

Phineas squinted at the girl peering at him from above. Her pink dress and bow gave off her innocent look, "Isabella?"

"Hey, Phineas. You fell over and the next thing we know, you're asleep."

Phineas looked around and saw Ferb kneeling beside him. He gave a thumbs up.

"I'm in the backyard? But..."

Isabella looked concerned, "Are you all right, Phineas?"

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Phineas saw Buford open the gate to his backyard. Buford took one look at Phineas and fled screaming bloody murder.

"You are alone. No one is going to help you. They will either run from you or fight you," echoed in Phineas's head. Perry chattered beside Phineas. Phineas backed away with fear. Those weren't Perry's eyes. They were bright red and almond shaped.

"So what exactly are we going to do?" Baljeet asked.

"We gotta snap him out of it somehow," Isabella added.

Ferb thought for a moment, "It's not so much we need to snap him out of it, we need to help him wake up."

Irving scratched his head, "Wake up? Isn't he already awake?"

Ferb didn't answer, but pulled out a blueprint from his pocket and showed it to the others.

"Will it work?" Isabella asked.

Ferb looked at Phineas. The orange haired boy looked almost angry now. He became less desperate to make something. Instead, his desperation was directed at just doing this one thing. Ferb hoped that his amatuer hypnosis would continue to work for just a little while longer.