Pinky's POV

I was truly stunned by what I had just seen. Their car just literally flipped in the air and crash-landed back down on the ground, doing somersaults across the road and stopping completely upside down! It was so…so…cool! Now that's what I call payback! I just couldn't believe Doof had actually planned that out so perfectly! I laughed a little, it was the only thing I could think to do. I mean seriously, how could you not laugh at an awesome wipe out like that? It's not everyday something like that is the reason traffic is being held up!

But then I though of the other agents. There's absolutely no way they could have survived a catastrophe like that! Or at least with out major injuries! Great, now not only were we fugitives, we were murderers! Well, I guess you could sorta count that as self defense. We were the ones being shot at in the first place! Then again, we were the ones that were wanted criminals against the agency in the first place. Whatever, it didn't matter whose fault it was or not. I just couldn't be responsible for the death of other agents, even if they did hurt my friend! I had to check to see if they were alright!

I handed Perry over to Doof, who immediately took the bleeding platypus into his arms and tried desperately to stop the pouring blood with his lab coat. I opened the car door and started to climb out, when I heard Doof say "Where do you think you're going?"

"Well I have to see if they're okay, don't I?" I explained, hurriedly dashing over to the mangled pile of metal that used to be another vehicle.

When I got over there, I crouched down and glanced inside the wreckage. Agent C and Agent D were still in there, bruised and battered, and not moving at all. Their eyes were close, were they dead? No. I could still see them breathing. I dragged both of their unconscious bodies out through the window of the totaled car, and lied them on the concrete. Thankfully and miraculously, they weren't hurt. Just scraped and bruised a little, but they weren't seriously injured. They were alive, but they would wake up eventually, so I couldn't just leave them there. I had to make sure they couldn't escape, but how?

I glanced inside the car for anything I could use, and noticed there were two sets of handcuffs conveniently lying inside. They must have been meant for me and Doof. I crawled underneath the wreckage and grabbed them. I expertly handcuffed Agent C and Agent D to the pile of rubble that was formerly their car, and trudged back over to the tattered remains of our own car.

Doof was inside, still tending to Perry's wound. The sleeve of his lab coat was tainted with blood that he'd wiped off Perry's face, but the good news was the enormous gash wasn't bleeding anymore. It was already starting to heal up, and you could barely see the scar under his thick turquoise fur. Perry didn't look like he was undergoing that much pain anymore, and his expression was serious yet worried as usual. I was relieved to see that Perry was going to be alright, as always.

"Thanks guys, again." Perry said weakly but sincerely.

"No problem Perry the Platypus!" Doof said. "You already risked your own life for me, finishing off those goons was the least I could do."

"Oh! What happened to Agent C and Agent D? Are they alright?" Perry asked worriedly. Of course, yet again Perry was concerned about everyone but himself, even the people trying to kill him.

"Yeah, yeah. They're fine." I said. "Just unconscious."

"We should really get out of here before they wake up!" Doof said.

"Yeah, Doofy's right." I agreed, not passing my chance to tick Perry off again. It worked, as soon as I used his nemesis's new found nickname he scowled and glared at me. But it was hard to take his anger seriously since his cheeks were flushing a more vivid red than ever. I snickered.

"By the way, while we're on the subject, why do you call me that Perry the Platypus?" Doof asked curiously. "I mean most people just call me Doof, or Heinz, was adding the 'y' at the end really necessary?"

Perry sighed in irritation, apparently not very willing to answer the question. "Ugh, why is everyone making such a big deal out of a stupid nickname? Fine, if you must know, I call you that because I wanted my own cute little nickname for you. 'Doofenshmirtz' or 'Dr. Doofenshmirtz' is too long to say all the time, and 'Dr. D' just sounds plain retarded, since it could be any Dr. D. I could be addressing Dr. Doolittle for all I know! And I know a lot of people call you Doof, but it seems like everyone calls you that, I wanted to call you something different, to make it more special. And calling you 'Heinz' just makes me feel like I'm talking to a walking ketchup bottle." Perry explained, blushing uncontrollably again.

I had to stifle my giggling on that last part. Ha ha, walking ketchup bottle...

"Oh, it's alright Perry the Platypus! I actually kind of like your nickname for me!" Doof admitted. "It's sort of cute!"

"Aw, really?" Perry said, looking up at his nemesis with less embarrassment in his expression this time.

"Yeah, come to think of it, I should give you a nickname too..." Doof said, suddenly lost in his thoughts. "'Perry the Platypus' is kind of long, and really annoying to say all the time. And it is kind of stupid, come to think of it why do I always call you 'Perry the Platypus'? I already know you're a platypus! Oh, I have an idea! How about I just call you 'Perry' from now on, okay? It's much shorter and easier to say, don't you think?"

"Sure, Doofy!" Perry said.

"OK, good, glad this nickname thing is settled, can we get the heck out of here before Monobrow sends some more agents our way?" I said impatiently.

"Oh, right!" Doof said as he started up the car again and drove past the enormous wreckage we left behind us.