Hey everyone. I'm back with the next chapter here. This should answer a few of the questions you've asked me over the course of the story. But it will also pose some new ones. Basically, it's told from the point of view of everyone who got kidnapped. It made me cry just writing it. And another thing (or two). First, I don't own Phineas and Ferb. Second, the song from the last chapter is my version of Run Candace Run (from the episode Run Candace Run, duh). Finally, you can get to reading the next chapter. Enjoy it.
Stacey's POV:
I knew I could be many things when I grew up. I never thought a spy would be one of them.
As it turns out, however, Major Monogram somehow knew that Perry let me keep my memories on Isabella's birthday. So I had to join the O.W.C.A. to avoid losing them. Of course, since all the agents are animals, I had to become a spy.
So, there I was that day, spying on Doofenshmirtz, gathering intel for Perry's next mission, when a giant hand picked me up, and dropped me in the cage where I still am now. And, as was his character, he gave me his evil plan and accompanying backstory.
"So you think you can spy on me, eh?" he said. "Well you're wrong! Nobody spies on me, Heinz Doofenshmirtz, without me knowing."
I rolled my eyes. I had been doing it for months now.
"Of course, I can't say the same for my other-dimension self, but anyways..."
I gasped. That's why he had the eyepatch - it wasn't the Doofenshmirtz I was spying on. It was worse. Much worse.
"I bet you're wondering how I got here. Actually, I'm wondering that, too. But it's not important. What is important is that when I was going back to my dimension last time, your Major Monogram confiscated my Choo! It was then that I swore revenge on the entire Tri-State Area! And by Tri-State Area, I mean this Tri-State Area. Not the one in my dimension. I've got no grudge there. No, little spy, I plan to take over this Tri-State Area!"
I laughed a bit. That's what Doofenshmirtz was always trying to do. But, in the back if my head, I really was scared. This Doofenshmirtz actually managed to take over the Tri-State Area before. Who was to say that he couldn't do it again?
"And wouldn't you know it? There I was, sitting in my jail cell in the other dimension, when a green ray came out of the sky and hit me. Next thing I know, I'm standing on the balcony right over there. Lucky break, huh?"
I sighed. It was only a lucky break for him. For all of us, it was a nightmare.
"And exactly how do I plan to do take over the Tri-State Area, you ask? Well I'll tell you."
I wasn't really wondering, but, knowing that this was what he did to Perry all day (at least, the Doofenshmirtz from our dimension - I am wondering what happened to him), I listened.
"You see, it wasn't Perry the Platypus who stopped me from taking over your dimension last time. It was his owners - those meddling kids."
He said that last word - kids - with extreme disgust.
"So, I've filled the room with undetectable platypus scaring gas, so when Perry the Platypus sneaks in through the floor tile over there, climbs up the wall, and inches out onto the light fixture, he won't even know that he breathed in the gas to make him especially scared of me. Then, when he's out on the light fixture, a tracking device is going to secretly get installed on his back, and when he sees me, he'll run back to his lair next to his house, and I'll be able to track him right there. Then I can use my kidnap-inator to steal those kids. And after that, taking over the Tri-State Area will be a piece of cake!"
It wasn't just the evil of Doofenshmirtz's plan that scared me. It was the fact that I knew the kids Doofenshmirtz was after - Phineas, Ferb, and probably all their friends as well, from Candace to Suzy. Silently, I prayed that Perry, or for that matter, any of the agents at the O.W.C.A., would stop Doofenshmirtz, before it was too late.
A buzzer went off in Doofenshmirtz's pocket.
"Ooh!" he said, pulling out what looked like a GPS from his pocket.
"That's the Perry-track-inator. I can feel my evil senses tingling. That means my evil plan's working!"
"Agent P will stop you," I said, with as much courage as I could muster.
"Oh, really?" said Doofenshmirtz, showing me that a blinking P popped up on the screen of the GPS, right where Doofenshmirtz's apartment building was.
"See?" said the scientist. "You are too late! Soon, I will know where all my enemies are, so I can capture them and eliminate them, and after that, I'll be just a hop, skip, and jump away from being the unopposed ruler of the TRI-STATE-AREA!"
All I could think to say was, "you're crazy!"
"Crazy, or evil?" came the less-than-witty retort. Even so, it shut me up, as Doofenshmirtz continued to laugh maniacally.
I shuddered, remembering that monologue. It's scary enough being trapped by an evil scientist, but it only gets scarier when you realize that the same evil scientist is trying to kidnap your best friends. Silently, I prayed to any and all gods that I could think of, not caring an iota about whether or not I believed in them.
Please, I begged. Don't let Doofenshmirtz get away with this. Give Perry the strength he needs to defeat Doofenshmirtz.
Perry. I can only imagine how he's feeling right now. Hopefully the effects of that scare gas will wear off eventually.
Then, from across the room, I heard another sound, and knew that nobody heard my prayers. It was a girl, crying. I may not be able to see her, but I sure could hear her. And I knew that if I spoke, she would be able to hear me. I tried to think of something to say that would cheer her up, but my mind drew a blank.
Just then, from another cell in the room, I heard a guitar begin to play. I jumped. The girl wasn't the only one captured, either.
The next thing I knew, I was singing to the tune. Where I knew the words from, I had no idea. But one thing I did know - whoever had the guitar chose the perfect song to play. So I sang.
Close every door to me
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows
And shut out the light
Ginger's POV:
It was bad enough to begin with. But, of course, it just had to get worse.
As if my day wasn't ruined already. Phineas, as it turns out, lost all his memories. Not only does that cut back on the number of patches we can earn by, like, a hundred, but, knowing Isabella, it also means that the rate at which we earn the Help Thy Neighbor patch is going to double, at the very least. That could get annoying. It's not that I don't mind working with Phineas and Ferb - actually, it's really fun - I'm just running out of places to put all those Help Thy Neighbor patches. I've already filled up, like, two whole boxes.
Anyways, last night, after Phineas woke up, me and the rest of the troop went over to Isabella's to try and cheer her up. Phineas didn't know it, but he seriously broke her heart there. I had a horrible feeling that our fearless leader would never be the same again. But, at the very least, we Fireside Girls had to try and do what we could.
With the rest of my troop, I walked up to her house last night. Milly knocked on the door, and Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro answered.
"Umm.. Hi." Milly said. "Is Isabella home?"
Isabella's mother nodded. "She's in her room. Why?"
"We were hoping we could talk to her," Milly replied. "You know, to try and cheer her up."
"Go ahead," said the older woman, letting us in. "I tried for hours, but couldn't do anything. Maybe she just needs help from kids her age."
We walked up to Isabella's bedroom. This time, Adyson knocked on the closed door.
Slowly, Isabella opened it. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her cheeks were covered in tears. Obviously she had been crying. A lot.
"Oh. Hey," she said, noticing us. "I'd like to be on my own right now, so please go away."
She began to close the door, but Adyson pushed it open again.
"Actually, that's why we're here. You need someone to talk to."
"My mom said the same thing," replied Isabella, downcast. "It didn't help."
"Well, that's your mom," said Gretchen. "We're your friends. There's a difference."
"No there's not," said Isabella, tearing up again.
"Look, Izzy," said Katie, putting an arm around our leader. "We know how you feel. If you suddenly lost your memories, I don't know how any of us would cope."
"No!" screamed Isabella, now on the defensive all of a sudden. "You don't know how I feel. None of you have been secretly in love with Phineas. Much less been in love with anyone for six years!"
"It's seven, actually." I said.
"Oh, so now you're the timekeeper of my love life?" said Isabella sarcastically, clearly enraged. "I didn't think you even cared one bit about it, considering how annoyed you girls get whenever I drop off into Phineasland. Besides, I didn't even live here until I turned five, so I couldn't have had a crush on Phineas for more than six years."
"No, Isabella," I said. "Seven years I've had a crush on Baljeet."
Just like that, everyone and everything in the room stopped. Isabella, who had been ready to scream some more, just stared at me.
"Wow," Holly said, breaking the silence that had struck the room so suddenly.
"What?!" Isabella asked, not believing what I said.
"I've secretly had a crush on Baljeet for seven years," I said, finding the necessary motivation to cheer Isabella up. Even if that motivation was a little (okay, a lot) embarrassing, it would be worth it if it got Isabella back to her usual self. So I continued.
"And I still have a crush on him. Even to this day, I haven't given up on Baljeet. So why did you give up on Phineas?"
"I never said that!" cried Isabella.
"Maybe not," I continued, knowing I had the upper hand here. "But you acted like it. From the moment we saw you walk out of Phineas' room in the hospital, we knew that you had given up. And of all people, you! The most determined girl I know, giving up on the man of her dreams after six years."
"Yeah," I heard Holly whisper. "Literally the man of her dreams."
Ignoring that comment, I continued speaking.
"And you know what else? Phineas loves you back! We know that now!"
"No," Isabella cut in. "He loved me back. Then he lost his memories."
"Well that sounds to me like a girl who's given up. Did you give up?"
"No," said Isabella, looking up at me. Her answer sounded more like a question, but I saw her face brighten up a bit upon saying that. Excited, now, I asked again.
"Did you give up?"
"No," said Isabella, firmly, more of a statement this time.
"Did you give up?!" I asked, one final time.
"No!" Isabella said loudly, standing up.
I smiled. My plan worked.
Remembering that conversation the other night, I wondered why I had given up now. That night, I convinced Isabella not to give up. So why couldn't I convince myself? It's a sad day when people are so fragile that the slightest disturbance can make them give up. I knew that Isabella would be like that after last night. I just didn't know that I'd be that kind as well.
But here I am now, locked up in a small jail cell. After that green beam hit me, I found myself in the grasp of a giant metal hand, which promptly dropped me into this cell and locked it. There was a slot at the top for food and light, and a cot at the other end, but other then that, it was a stone cold prison cell.
Out of nowhere, I heard a guitar begin playing. And someone begin singing. I jumped. I could recognize that voice anywhere! I finally found at least one good thing from this experience - my missing sister! I listened as she began singing.
Close every door to me
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows
And shut out the light
I almost cried. It was the perfect song to sing. Somehow, I remembered the words, and gathered up the courage to sing the next part, reunited with my sister.
Do what you want with me
Hate me and laugh at me
Darken my daytime
And torture my night
Irving's POV:
I don't get it.
Despite all the amazing things Phineas and Ferb did this summer, the gods still decided to play cruel joke. What did they do wrong? Were they supposed to get busted? Or is it just really, really, really bad luck we're having?
I shuddered, remembering my encounter with Phineas.
Last night, I didn't have a ride home, so Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher offered to take me. She's such a nice person. I immediately said yes.
I got in the car along with Candace, Ferb, and Phineas. Naturally, I decided to sit next to Phineas. Right now, the red-haired boy was looking around, evidently confused by the way he was observing everything. And, upon noticing me, he decided to speak.
"Do I know you?"
I could feel my soul shatter right then and there.
"How can you not know your biggest fan?!" I screamed.
"I have fans?" Phineas asked.
"Oh, no," I said worriedly. "It's worse then I thought."
Phineas looked at me blankly.
"Look," he said. "I know I have amnesia and all, but you're not even tugging at any memories. Seeing that green-haired kid in the backseat and the girl with a bow made me know at least that I'm forgetting something, but you feel like a complete stranger."
That comment made whatever crumbs remained of my should dissolve into emptiness.
"Oh," I said, somewhat sarcastically. "And I suppose these are complete strangers to you as well, huh?"
I pulled out the UPAFDS, and showed the pictures to Phineas. I showed him all of his greatest creations, from the rollercoaster to the waterslide to the Ferris Wheel.
"Wow. Which amusement park is that?" Phineas asked. "Looks like fun."
"Phineas, these pictures were taken in your backyard," I replied.
"Photoshop?"
"No!" I screamed. "Not Photoshop! Real life!"
"Well then, which is it?" Phineas asked, exasperated. "A photoshopped amusement park or a real life amusement park?"
Now I was mad. "Neither!" I yelled.
"Phineas! These are pictures of all the amazing things you've done. This rollercoaster was built in your backyard. This waterslide you built around Big Ben. The Ferris wheel you built just the other day!"
"You're kidding me, right?"
Right then and there, I knew that the great Phineas Flynn was gone. Nothing more than a thing of the past. A fragment of our memories. The kid who held three world records, however pointless, was no more. And all it took was a green beam of light.
I got out of the car, for it had pulled up next to my house, and walked away. If the UPAFDS can't save Phineas, what can? What even has a chance?
Is it karma, then, that a green beam of light hit me the next day? That I find myself here, in this... prison? Or is this what happened to Phineas? The beam of light hit him and replaced him with a kid who had no memories. Is the great Phineas Flynn - the real one - in a cell like this? Can I save him? Can I try?
Then, out of the blue, a guitar starts playing, and a voice begins singing.
Close every door to me
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows
And shut out the light
I frown. The voice isn't Phineas'. It's someone else's - I think Stacey's. Don't tell me she got replaced as well. Then another voice joins in - the voice of Ginger Hirano - Stacey's younger sister. Oh no. People are getting replaced by the family.
Do what you want with me
Hate me and laugh at me
Darken my daytime
And torture my night
Why isn't Phineas singing? Maybe he's not here. No. The real Phineas is here. I'm sure of it. Wait. Maybe if I sing, he'll recognize my voice and join in. I do know all the words, after all. Who knows? I decided to give it a shot, and joined in the song.
If my life were important, I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie
Far from this world
Baljeet's POV:
Where did it all go wrong?
I mean, we were doing just fine, and then - bam! It was like my grandfather's bicycle race - he could see the finish line, but could not quite reach it. Is that what happened this time? Did we trip, only moments before the finish line?
I thought it was going to work out perfectly. Phineas and Isabella walked into our backyard that morning, hand in hand. They had finally gotten together.
The next thing they did was build a lot of amazing stuff and put them all in a locked suitcase, which Ferb managed to miniaturize to a handheld size. Then they gave it to me, saying that the suitcase will open when I need it most. It is still in my pocket now.
Then Phineas turned our backyard turned into Paris, for Isabella. What could go wrong?
Obviously, everything could go wrong. And everything did go wrong. Phineas got hit by... whatever that was, and lost his memories. Buford gave me the worst wedgie - or wedgoogie - of my life. I got hit by that beam, and ended up here - in this small room. If we somehow get out of this alive, Buford owes me big time.
Jeremy must have had his guitar with him when he got hit by that beam, because out of nowhere, a guitar chord began playing. I could hear it through the slot at the top of my cell. Then I heard something else that surprised me. Stacey singing.
Close every door to me
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows
And shut out the light.
Well, I have to give them credit. It is the perfect song to sing. The circumstances we are in almost perfectly mirror those described in the song.
Do what you want with me
Hate me and laugh at me
Darken my daytime
And torture my night
I gasped, noticing that another voice had joined Stacey's - the voice of Ginger. It's such a pretty one. I jumped again, hearing a third voice begin singing with them.
If my life were important, I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie
Far from this world
It was Irving singing. I have never heard him sing before. He is a pretty bad singer. Then, on some impulse I cannot identify, I opted to join in, although I also decided to change some of the words, so it better fit our predicament.
Close every door to me
Keep those I love from me
Children of Danville
Just might be alone
Jeremy's POV:
A jail cell. I did not see that coming.
I knew Phineas lost all his memories - it took Candace like, an hour to tell me over the phone. Every time she'd say anything about the boy, she'd start crying. If anything, she needed help. And, with everyone focusing their attention on Phineas, nobody was doing that for her. So I decided to go to her house the next day and give everyone the support they need.
It never crossed my mind that I wouldn't even make it there.
I was walking over with my guitar. Earlier, I called the rest of the Incidentals and asked them to be at Phineas' house. I had a few songs in mind. Then I got hit by that green beam.
Now, I'm in this jail cell. I whipped out my cell phone - what better way to let people know where you were, and that you needed help? Naturally, there was no service.
For the fifth time now, I heard that metal arm that dropped me in here drop someone else in a different cell. Whoever hit me with that green beam must be on a rampage. What kind of evil villain is this? He's kidnapped at least six people.
Thinking of that, I remembered a story I heard the other night. This guy was beaten up by his eleven older brothers and sold into slavery. And even though he worked really hard, and impressed all his masters, he got thrown into jail. But he never gave up, and eventually had his eleven brothers begging at his knees.
Remembering that story, I also remembered one of the songs I had been practicing. Looking back at the situation I was, I smiled. The song was perfect. So I got out my guitar (it got taken here with me), and played a chord. To my surprise, someone else began singing.
Close every door to me
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows
And shut out the light
It was Stacey singing. Well, at least we can hear each other. I continued playing, and another voice joined in. I think it's Stacey's sister, Ginger.
Do what you want with me
Hate me and laugh at me
Darken my daytime
And torture my night
I smiled. It's good to hear all these other voices, even if we can't see their owners. Once again, another voice joined the song. Was it... Irving?
If my life were important, I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie
Far from this world
Still, everyone continued singing. And still, another voice began singing. And still, I recognized the voice. Baljeet's voice is unmistakeable. How many others are there?
Close every door to me
Keep those I love from me
Children of Danville
Just might be alone
My face lit up. I didn't want to use the exact words from the song, so I changed a few of them up. The changes Baljeet made were spot on. But there were many, many more changes in this part. So I jumped in, singing with the lyrics that I wrote.
By some cruel twist of fate
A day that was great
Turned into a nightmare
In a league of its own
Isabella's POV:
It's scary how quickly your world can turn upside-down before your very eyes.
I can't believe that less than two days ago, I was on top of the world, and now I'm... here. Trapped in a cold, dark room. And the only thought spinning through my head is: what happened?
It was supposed to be the best day of my life. Everything was going my way, and then... no. I don't want to think about it. I've had bad dreams before, but the past few days - that was a nightmare. And the worst part is that I know I'm not going to wake up in my bed one morning, as if nothing had happened, no matter how much I wish I could. If there's one thing that I know for sure, it's that this is too real to be a dream. I am, quite literally, living a nightmare.
It was bad enough seeing Phineas - the love of my life - lose his memories. All he is now is but a shell of the man I fell in love with. But to watch Pinky and Ginger disappear before my own two eyes? And then to have the same thing happen to me? That pushed me over the edge. All is truly lost.
How will things ever be the same? It's just not possible. It never was possible from the moment that green ray hit Phineas.
It took me six years, and I didn't even get six hours. Thoughts like that only further enforced the fact that I shouldn't have fallen in love with him. It was never going to end well, no matter how I imagine it in my head.
Looking down, I could barely see my pink bow, which I had proudly worn on top of my head all these years. Now, it lay on the ground, torn and covered in dirt - a symbol of my shattered spirit. Staring at it, I remembered those words he had said, only moments before my world changed. I think I love you too. Those six words meant the world to me, and still do. It's all I have to hang on to.
Two days ago, those words made me the happiest girl in the universe. Now it's like they were never said. Like they only happened in my head. Those words are nothing more than a thing of the past now. Those words were my life, up until now. Now, it's like they don't matter. Those words are nothing but memories now. They will never - never - be a reality, despite all my best efforts.
Taking another look at my bow, I picked it up, and gently put it back on my head, where it had been. I need to be strong now. But after all that happened, is that even possible? Is there any strength left in me?
Quietly, I lay down on the smooth, damp floor, and cried myself to sleep.
Before I fell asleep, however, I heard a guitar play a tune, and a girl begin singing.
Close every door to me
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows
And shut out the light
I looked at the small slot in the top of the cell. Did I really hear those words, that guitar? Was it really Stacey singing? I listened for more.
Do what you want with me
Hate me and laugh at me
Darken my daytime
And torture my night
Another voice joined in there. One that I was certain I knew. It was the voice of Ginger, the last friend I saw. Then another voice joined in. Irving's.
If my life were important, I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie
Far from this world
Those words. That song. It only made me cry harder. It was... perfect. A fourth voice joined in. Another one I knew like the back of my hand. Baljeet's voice.
Close every door to me
Keep those I love from me
Children of Danville
Just might be alone
Given the circumstances, I braced myself for this part of the song. But Jeremy stepped in, and everyone else seemed to sing along to his words, which were, once again, perfect, given our situation. I can understand why Candace loves him so much. He's always there for you, ready to help and support whoever he can, whenever he can. And, right now, his words supported my feelings.
By some cruel twist of fate
A day that was great
Turned into a nightmare
In a league of its own
I wiped the tears off my face. Everyone feels just like me. Ginger lost Stacey like I lost Phineas. Jeremy lost Candace. Baljeet lost Buford. Stacey lost Ginger. Irving lost, well, he also lost Phineas. Everyone was as hurt as me, and in their own way. Realizing that, I began singing.
Close every door to me
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows
And shut out the light
All of a sudden, I decided to sing my own verse. Raising my voice, I sang out the next few lines as the words came into my head. Everyone else quieted down, and listened to my solo.
Is there a happy end?
Will I get back my friend?
Can I still hope that
Things might be okay?
What of my life is left?
That's not been messed with yet?
Is there part of me
That's still here to stay?
Everyone else - Stacey, Ginger, Baljeet, Irving, and Jeremy - joined back in now.
If my life were important, I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie
Far from this world
Close every door to me
Keep those I love from me
Children of Danville
Just might be alone
By some cruel twist of fate
A day that was great
Turned into a nightmare
In a league of its own
Hearing, and then singing, that song brought a smile to my face. No matter how bad things get, there's always someone watching out for you. It was the saddest, yet somehow, also the prettiest thing I had ever heard in my life.
No POV:
"Stacey!" Ginger's voice, and joy, was unmistakeable.
"Ginger!" Stacey cried. "How did you get here?"
"I don't know," came the reply. Ginger's voice was faint, but audible nonetheless. "I was looking for you when this guy shot me, and I woke up in this jail cell."
For a second, there was silence, as Stacey racked her brain for the right words to say.
"I'm just glad you're safe," was what she said when she finally did speak.
"Are you kidding?!" Ginger yelled. "This?! Safe?!"
"Better than having to worry about you while I was trapped here for days." Stacey answered. "You have no idea how much I missed you."
"Awww..." Irving said, making the conversation a whole lot more awkward than it needed to be. "That's so sweet."
Nobody could see it, but Stacey and Ginger both flushed a bright red at that comment.
"What did Doof hit us with?" Baljeet asked, deeming this an appropriate time to change the subject.
"Doof?" asked Isabella.
"Buford tells me that that is the pharmacist's name," said Baljeet.
"Buford?!" Stacey yelled, shocked. "How does he know him?"
"I do not know," replied Baljeet. "He just does."
"Okay," said Isabella. "Whatever. Doofenshmirtz told me that he shot us all with his kidnap-inator. It teleports whatever it hits to his evil lair, apparently. Wherever that is."
"Yeah," Stacey agreed. "So now we're all imprisoned by a guy who's head looks like Phineas' head, and he trapped us in a building that looks like Ferb's head."
"How do you know the building looks like Ferb's head?" Irving asked.
"I've been sneaking over here every day since Isabella's birthday."
"What?!" Isabella screamed. "Why?!"
"Well, I discovered that-" Stacey caught herself just in time. She was about to reveal Perry's secret identity.
"I decided to join a secret organization, and they told me to spy on Doofenshmirtz almost every day, so they could send someone in to foil his evil plans."
"Wait a minute," Jeremy piped up. "Does this secret organization have a Major Monogram, by any chance?"
Stacey's gasp was heard loud and clear throughout all the cells. "Yes..."
"I gave him a guitar lesson once. I gave this Doof guy one too. On the same day, even," explained Jeremy.
Ginger, meanwhile, noticed something that gave her reason to hope.
"You said someone else comes in to foil this guy's plans, right?" she asked.
"Yes..." Stacey said, seeing where Ginger was going with this. Maybe, she thought. Just maybe...
"Will he come and rescue us?"
Before Stacey could answer, a chatter was heard throughout all the cells.
Everyone screamed almost simultaneously.
"Perry?!"
Another chatter confirmed that the platypus was, indeed, trapped in his own cell with everyone else.
"Well, Stacey?" asked Ginger again. "Will he come rescue us?"
Stacey sighed. She had begun to hope for the same reason as Ginger, but, as it turns out, Perry was trapped as well.
"I'm sure he would," Stacey started. "But he's trapped here as well."
"Nu-uh," said Ginger. "There is no way that Isabella's a spy."
"Are you kidding me?!" screamed Isabella. "Me?! A spy?!"
"Well, you are the fittest, bravest, and most determined of all of us. If anyone, it would be you. Besides, Stacey said something about your birthday."
"That's just a coincidence." Stacey said. "It's not Isabella."
"Wait a minute," Baljeet began, recalling something that he saw. Was it really only moments ago?
Isabella, as it turned out, was having the same realization.
"Pinky?" said the two children, almost simultaneously. "Is he here?"
A bark was heard, loud and clear, throughout the cells.
"Well," said Baljeet. "What do you know? He is here. I suppose, then, Stacey, that Pinky is the spy, seeing as he was wearing a 1940's fedora and standing up on two legs."
Stacey stopped for a moment. Is Pinky really a spy? If so, his secret identity had obviously been revealed by now. Choosing her next words cautiously, she spoke.
"Well, that does sound like a spy to me," she began. "He could be an agent from a different division of the agency, because he's not the spy I'm talking about."
"Then who is the spy?" Jeremy asked, tired of not knowing.
Stacey sighed. She knew Perry would want to keep his identity secret, if possible. Just then, a thought popped into her mind. Why hadn't come up with this idea earlier?
She raised her voice. "If you want to reveal that you are secretly a spy, speak now."
In the next moment, two sounds were heard. A bark and a chatter.
For a second afterwards, everything was silent. Then Stacey spoke.
"Well, there you have it. We have two spies in our midst: Perry and Pinky."
"I remember Mr. Monogram saying something about using animals as secret agents," Jeremy said. "But I thought he was joking. Does Perry really come here every day to fight crime?"
"Usually," Stacey said. "Sometimes he'll be out on the interstate, or over in the park. But yes. Yes he does."
"I will now update the UPAFDS," Irving said.
"No!" yelled Stacey. "It's a secret, remember?
"Oh."
After that, no one could think of anything to say, and quietly, everyone lay down on their cots, and tried to get some sleep.
Whew! That was far and away the longest chapter I've ever written. Almost 6,000 words typed up there, even without the author's notes. Hope you liked it. Oh, originally I planned only to use songs from Phineas and Ferb episodes, but the song I used in this one fit with the story so well that I just couldn't resist putting it into the story. Virtual cookies to anyone who can guess what the song is based off of. Anyways, did this answer a few of your questions? I think it did. But it also posed quite a few new ones. Like what was Baljeet talking about in that paragraph about the suitcases?
Anyways, please read and and review. And also enjoy. Thanks!