14AmyChan: okay, so I was always going to be a bit cliché with this story. Sorry. ^^;

Perry: I think the readers are getting tired of the cliff hanger you left them

14AmyChan: right! My bad. ^^; I don't own PnF~!

Perry made his way through his lair swiftly and with ease, however, the tension in the room made it feel as though it were an eternity. Before he could even arrive at his briefing chair, Pinky began to resume his writing and showed the note to Monogram, who sighed with an air of aggravation.

"Agent Pinky, you are to work with your nemesis in Wanda's division," Major Monogram's unibrow furrowed in frustration. Pinky scribbled furiously on the paper, but before he could finish or even show the head of O.W.C.A. what he'd said, he was cut off with an air of "Please go back to your own division now. Don't make me use the boot."

With that threat hanging in the air, Pinky's paw ceased all movement—save for the natural shiver—and stared intently at the man. Sensing his seriousness, the dog placed his pencil on the desk and stalked past Perry on his way to his job. As he passed by Perry, he could feel a slip of paper being shoved into his paw. The platypus turned to watch as his friend left his lair. He faintly heard his superiors in the background.

"I'm glad that worked," Monogram sighed. He then quickly snapped to his unpaid intern. "Carl, get this mangy old boot out of here! It stinks like grandpa's old fishing line!"

"Yes sir..." the intern said as he used tongs to place a 1940s boot in a plastic bag. He then wrapped that in cellophane, shut that in a box, and concealed that box in a smell-proof box. Once that was done, he removed the smell-proof helmet from his biohazard suit and sighed.

"Agent P, it has come to our attention that Doofenshmirtz hasn't...well, done anything," Monogram revealed anticlimactically. Perry rubbed his chin in thought. That meant his nemesis hadn't bought anything or made anything lately. This, in turn, meant that he would make things up as they went along, making the day that much longer and leaving him less time to look for Phineas. Just what he needed. "Agent P, it's up to you to figure out why he's not doing anything, put a start to something, and put a stop to it!" Monogram commanded. Perry saluted as he was supposed to and hurried off to his platy-plane, eager to get the day begun so it could end.

"So why was Agent Pinky in Agent P's lair, sir?" Carl asked as he removed his gloves, the last piece of his hazard suit.

"He was complaining about the pudding stocks in our Agents' refrigerators..." Monogram huffed before mumbling about budget cuts.


Perry turned the platy-plane on autopilot so he could read the paper Pinky had given him. It had been written horribly, and the teal mammal could tell that his friend had been in a hurry in the midst of writing it. But what made him fearful were the contents of the said note.

Perry,

If Major Monogram or Admiral Wanda find me writing this, I'm a dead dog. While you were with Ferb, I made my way to my lair and ran
through a bit of the footage of while we were gone. Isabella
did go to your guys' house with dog Phineas in tow. But here's what worries me.
She wasn't even to the street when
Doofenshmirtz—that's right, your nemesis—comes up and talks to her. Normally this wouldn't be a problem,
but she decides to
follow him. I can't believe she did something so stupid!

The point is this, you're going to have to go to Doofenshmirtz's place and fight, and Isabella will be there along with your owner. I got rid of the
footage for both of us so we could probably have one chance at this.

We can either tell our owners without the higher ups knowing anything, or we can keep keeping the secret. After the Robot Riot, I thought you
might as well have the chance to decide. If you feel like you want to tell Phineas about yourself and have him and Ferb keep the secret,
then this may be your only shot.

Good luck, and stock up on the pudding in your fridge!

Perry was left speechless for a few moments. Could this really be the moment he was waiting for? True, since the adventure in the second dimension he'd missed being with the boys as something other than a mindless animal, but if he chose to reveal the secret now, he'd have to go through Phineas' pain all over again, and he certainly didn't want to put the boy through that. Not if he could help it.

"Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated..." a musical chime rang through the air, cutting through Perry's thoughts. As he circled around the building, parking his platy-plane, Perry debated on what he was going to do.

14AmyChan: not too terribly long, but it does show what's happening on Perry's end. *^_^* And the next chapter we'll be getting back to Isabella, Doof, and Phinny. *^_^*

Perry: Are you going to be able to update quickly?

14AmyChan: I'm not sure, but I'm definitely going to try! *^_^*

Pinky: Please read and review to give me pudding!

14AmyChan and Perry: -.-