Here's Chapter 7. A lack of inspiration for this one. I can't relate to Vanessa in any way. And I'm not that fond of Montnessa, but I think it's interesting. This chapter became inspiration for a Ferbnessa one-shot though, so maybe look forward to that in little while. Thanks again to the magnificent Naruto016 for beta-reading!

Disclaimer: Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh own Phineas and Ferb.

Another Disclaimer: William Shakespeare owns Romeo and Juliet.

Vanessa Doofenshmirtz

The nemesis of her father was her friend. Perry the Platypus was her friend; Heinz Doofenshmirtz was her father. At first Vanessa wanted nothing more than to bust her father to her mother, to reveal his evil schemes. Now she wanted nothing more than to avoid being busted by him. Monty was charming, but he was the son of her father's sworn enemy. So how would a Juliet keep her beloved Romeo? The answer was simple: platypus help.

Vanessa never expected a friendship with a platypus. She'd thought Perry was just part of her annoying dad's work. A secret agent who comes daily to their penthouse to foil some ludicrous plan "Doctor" Doofenshmirtz devised. He was practically family. It wasn't odd. Norm was her brother. A giant robot treated Vanessa as if she was his sister. A platypus joining their table at dinner would be no surprise. Her life did somehow get to the point where "A platypus has tied me up in my own pants!" was not a strange sentence to her. After that came the awkward process of untying Heinz from his own pants, but somehow they succeeded.

A girl's sweet sixteen: something she'll remember throughout her life. Vanessa wasn't an exception. She knew she would be Heinz's little girl, forever and always. Vanessa also knew there was nothing she could do to change that. Her father had worked so hard on that party. But he seemed to forget: this was her sixteenth birthday, not her sixth. He also forgot that his daughter was goth, and that her friends were punks. They weren't into ponies or giant teddy bears. They weren't into balloons or ribbons or streamers. But finally, he got one right. All that was needed was a firecracker and a platypus's quick wit. What was left was an awesome party, complete with rags and one-eyed dolls. Perry's job was done. He finished helping Dr. Doofenshmirtz prepare his girl's party, and he made it the spectacular party Vanessa always wanted. Another successful mission, Perry received a thanks, and that day would always make him smile.

Vanessa would have never stayed with Johnny. If he would have preferred playing with the latest video game than a nice stroll with his girlfriend, then no one could blame Vanessa for breaking up with him. She deserved somebody better; she deserved somebody good. Now the boy she would go to dances with was Monty Monogram: son of Francis Monogram of the O.W.C.A. As in the sworn enemies of the L.O.V.E. M.U.F.F.I.N. And who was the leader of the evil organization? Heinz Doofenshmirtz was. Just imagine his face when he finds out that his only daughter was dating the son of his sworn enemy. And imagine the look on Major Monogram's face when he finds out that his only son was dating the daughter of his sworn enemy.

But... they didn't have to worry. Perry watched out for Vanessa and Carl had struck a deal with Monty. Dr. D needed six hundred forty quarter cups of espresso... back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... Perry was busy as Agent B (busy as a bee?), here and there, here and there, here and there... just to help Vanessa. He knew his boss wouldn't approve of their relationship, so a secret's to be a secret. Monty had trusted him not to spill the beans to Major Monogram; Vanessa trusted him to keep those jellybeans intact and still in the can around her dad.

Perry didn't have any hard feelings towards Vanessa. She acted as his nemesis' assistant sometimes, but he knew that he couldn't blame Doofenshmirtz for wanting his daughter to take an interest in his work, even if it was evil. Monogram wouldn't have been his major if his father didn't press him to follow in his footsteps. Monty wouldn't have the abilities of a professional acrobatic if his father didn't urge him to follow his dreams. And if Perry the Platypus ever became a father, he would introduce his son or daughter to the career as a secret agent. But he would still have a smudge of guilt. Perry knew his possible offspring didn't deserve somebody to make their choices for them. His agency didn't need another Agent P (although they would have been even more impressed), and not another pet was needed to deal with the burden of a secret identity. That half-day Perry had with Phineas and Ferb was pure bliss. That's how his life would have been if he never became a secret agent. But one wouldn't know pleasure without pain. It's just how life is... so deal with it. Vanessa did. Perry did.

How could Vanessa's mother say Perry was just a platypus? Well, she didn't know the real Perry. She didn't know Agent P. She didn't know how capable that platypus was. He sure could help with relationships... maybe, just maybe, Charlene and Heinz wouldn't have been divorced if they had Perry. And he was a semi-aquatic, egg-laying mammal of action, with his own theme song... and his own logo. His owners would have been proud. Without a doubt, Perry was more than a platypus.

That was okay? Good? Well, I'll say that the next chapter's Isabella. Your platy-fact of the day: Platypuses don't have stomachs. It's true. If you would be so kind to review, please do.

~Fyrvi