Yea! Perry's call! Many people got the person right, but not the way Perry was going to call them.

This story is making me think, and it makes me smile to know that you guys are thinking about who you would call as well.

There are six more chapters, so be prepared! And I decided to make a spin off from this and make a one shot about how Candace learned to like her father and Ferb (You know, based on the chapter where Lawrence called Stacy).

I don't own Phineas and Ferb.

GENERAL POV

Perry sighed and glanced around the quiet RV. The family had stopped for dinner ten minutes ago at some steak house, and now Perry was resting quietly inside of his bed.

He had been thinking about what Carl had told him a few hours ago, and he was stumped. He'd begun thinking of who he would call in his last five minutes since Ferb had mentioned it…what, almost five days ago? But he'd been so busy trying to make sure Lawrence didn't accidentally crash the RV that he really hadn't gotten anywhere in his thoughts.

So now, with the family not here, was the perfect time to think about it.

He sighed again and turned over in his bed. Carl had surprised him by calling him, but when Perry had heard why he called him, he had to admit that it made sense.

The first problem Perry knew he had to overcome was the language barrier. Obviously, unless he wanted to limit his call options, he had to find some way to communicate with whoever he called.

His eyes perused the RV and landed on Ferb's cellphone, sitting on the table. Ah ha. Perfect.

He knew that the family would be eating for at least another hour, so he got up and pulled Ferb's phone into his hand. He sat back down in his bed.

That still left the dilemma of who to call.

Perry knew for a fact that if he actually was about to die, he'd use his last five minutes to call-text, in his case- Phineas and Ferb and tell them everything, or at least as much as he could before he died. He'd tell them he loved them. But he couldn't do that now, or he'd be relocated.

Obviously.

Perry smiled briefly. So….was there someone else he needed to call instead of Phineas and Ferb? Someone he needed to talk to, or thank?

Of course he couldn't actually talk to them, but a text would suffice.

His thumb went over the sleek cover of the cellular device in his hand and he thought for a moment.

He could always text Monogram, tell him to ease up on Carl and the other interns. But that was a conversation he would have when he got back to Danville. He could call Pinky, to thank him for keeping an eye on his boys when he couldn't and thank him for being a good friend.

But Pinky already knew that Perry was grateful and Perry knew that Pinky was grateful to him as well, for watching out for Isabella when need be.

Perry frowned and thumped his chin into his fist.

This was tougher than he'd thought.

He sighed and flipped onto his back, the phone lying on his stomach. It suddenly occurred to Perry that he did have someone he should call, someone that he needed to apologize to and needed to thank.

He searched his brain, trying to recall the person's cell phone number. He'd only seen it twice, and memorizing things was never Perry's best subject in the training academy.

He pulled out his hat, only with him in case of an emergency, and pulled out his contacts list as a last resort.

Amazingly, the number was there.

Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz sighed and swept up the last of the debris from his floor. He dumped it into the trashcan and leaned the broom against the wall.

"You know, Norm," he muttered, "I think I liked it better when Perry the Platypus destroyed my –inators instead of myself."

Norm walked over and sat down with a clunk next to the scientist. "But sir, you still had to clean it up when he left," he pointed out.

Dr. Doofenshmirtz nodded. "Well, yes, but….look, stop using logic on me! Did I even program that into you?" he cried.

Norm stood up and walked away before Heinz could go any further. Dr. D sighed and yanked out his cellphone as it rang.

"What?" he said harshly into his phone.

He frowned a moment later. "Oh, Chuck, sorry. I thought you were…never mind. What's up?"

He listened for a moment and grinned. "No way. You got my boom juice? That's terrific! When and where can I get it?"

He paused and grimaced. "Really? So far away? Ok, well, I'll be there in a day or two. Thanks Chuck. Ok. Ok. See you then!"

He hung up his cell and began bouncing around the room. "Yeah! Hey Vanessa!" he called into his daughters room.

Vanessa walked out, her iPod in one hand and a book in the other. Dr. D looked startled at the sight of the book, but he got over it quickly when he remembered what he wanted to tell Vanessa.

"Honey, you're going back to your mother's tonight, right?"

Vanessa nodded slowly. "Yeah, why?" she asked suspiciously.

"Chuck got my shipment of boom juice, and I need to go pick it up in Nevada. I didn't want you here alone."

Vanessa gave a small smile. "That's fun, Dad. Be careful driving home, ok?" she said, draping her headphones around her neck. Dr. D blinked and rubbed his ear.

"I'm either hearing things, or my daughter just told me to be careful," he commented in disbelief.

Vanessa smiled and kissed her Dad on the cheek. "Well, you're going to be driving a bunch of explosives home. I just don't want you to blow up. Again."

Dr. D chuckled and Vanessa went back to her room to grab the few things she needed to go to her mother's house. She walked out with her purse and nodded to her father. "See you later Dad."

Dr. Doofenshmirtz held up a hand. "Hold on. I'm going to have Norm take you home, all right?"

Vanessa smiled. "Fine, Dad. Come on Norm, let's go."

The robot followed Vanessa out the door and Dr. D walked into his room and packed an overnight bag. He locked his apartment and walked down the stairs. He climbed into his truck and headed for Nevada.

He'd only been driving for twenty minutes when his phone buzzed, signaling that he had a text. Doof sighed and pulled off the road to read it (what, he's evil, not criminal!).

He opened up his cell and glanced at the number. He was surprised to find that the number was blocked. Dr. D shrugged and opened it anyway. He whistled at the length of it and began reading.

Dr. Doofenshmirtz:

I will not reveal the number that I am texting this from, nor will I tell you my location. So don't ask. But I have a different thing to tell you.

I want to thank you, first of all. For not destroying me during our routine fights. You don't know this, but I have a family. I don't know if you suspected or not, but either way, you always made the traps easy to escape from and you never actually hurt me badly (the sandpaper factory incident aside). So thank you.

And I also wanted to apologize. Yes, apologize. I'm sorry that I always destroyed your machines. It's my job, but I know that you worked hard on them, and I just come in and press a self-destruct button and all your hard work goes to waste.

I told you this because I got a call from somebody. Obviously, I can't call, so that's why you were texted instead, but they asked me who I would call if I had five minutes left to live. I thought of a few people of course, but I needed to tell you what I wrote above.

I'd advise you to think of whom you would call, Heinz, and maybe put the thought to action. It made me feel better about myself and what I do every day.

And just to tell you, if I ever did…pass away…during one of our daily battles, my home address can be found in my hat. If you try to touch it while I'm alive, I will obviously destroy you, but if it should ever come to it, I'd want you to return me to my family and tell them what happened.

So thank you again, and I'm sorry once more.

Your frenemy,

Perry the Platypus

Dr. Doofenshmirtz sat back against his seat for a long time, staring at the note, re-reading the last paragraph over and over again. It kind of stunned him that the platypus would entrust him with this information.

Dr. D bit his lip and realized that he was trembling. No one had ever told him anything like that, and it touched him to his evil heart. He wasn't sure if you could respond to a blocked number, but he wanted to try anyway.

Perry was pacing the RV nervously. He still had a few minutes before the family came back, because they had decided to get dessert, and he was waiting for Heinz to text him back.

He had been unsure as to whether or not he should add the last part, but he was glad he had. He was also glad that he'd been in Candace's room when she and Stacy had been discussing how to block cell numbers. Teenage girls did have their moments.

Ferb's phone buzzed and Perry had it open in seconds, scanning the page. What he read made him grin.

Perry the Platypus:

Thank you. That meant a lot to me.

And just to tell you, even if I did know the name or address of your family, I would never try to endanger them. If there are children in the household (which I assume there are), I wouldn't ever think of hurting them. It would be like hurting my own daughter.

You've given me a lot to think about.

Doofenshmirtz

Perry gave a huge smile, deleted the message from Ferb's phone, and set the mobile device back on the table. He hopped back into his bed just as the rest of the family walked in, chatting and holding leftover containers.

"See, I told you that you didn't lose your phone, Ferb," Phineas said, pointing to the boys cell on the table. "Perry guarded it for you!"

Ferb chuckled and knelt next to the platypus. He patted him. "Thanks for guarding my phone, boy," he said jokingly.

Perry smiled and as the RV started up again, he fell back asleep.

Doofenshmirtz was back on the road, still on his way to Nevada, but now he had something to think of.

The fact that Perry had confessed something like that to him…it made him feel trustworthy, which never happened for evil scientists.

He glanced at his phone, which was sitting on the seat next to him. Come to think of it, he had never seen Perry with a cell phone. Which meant….

Dr. D picked up his cell phone, flipped it open to the text that Perry had sent, and after a moment's pause, deleted it from existence.

He'd given his word. And he wouldn't back out now.

I liked this chapter. It made me smile a little.

Dr. D really makes you pause and think. I don't think he'd hurt Perry's family. Even if he knew who they were. He didn't hurt Phineas or Ferb in the movie, that was his other dimension self.

Anyway…

R and R!