Chapter 38
The door slowly creaked open so that Agent P could get a good look at the two new people that he was going to work with solely for the mission.
Kim tilted her head towards the odd sight of a platypus wearing a fedora, "A platypus? Really?"
"Yes, Kim" Monogram said, "He is our best agent in the field and will assist you in helping to bring down both Drakken and Doofenshmirtz!"
Agent P looked at the two with curiosity. However, Ron was eyeing a familiar similarity.
"Hey…aren't you that pet platypus Phineas and Ferb both had…." he asked, imagining the two similarities between the normally-secret double-life of Perry.
Monogram took one look at this event with worry and whispered to his intern, "Carl, we need to talk!"
"Right here, sir?" Carl questioned.
His next whisper took a more serious tone, "In private!"
Monogram and Carl exited the Interrogation Room. They went on over to the Major's main office.
"Carl, a seat please?"
The unpaid intern then took a seat that was facing Monogram's desk.
Monogram groaned, facing the window, "Carl, I don't know how we are going to do this!"
"What do you mean, sir?"
"It's about Agent P…." the Major explained, "We can't let both Kim and Ron reveal to Agent P's owners what happened here! It would be very devastating and a worst-case scenario for the Agency!"
"But how, sir? If only they would just forget about it…"
"Forget about it….forget about it…." Monogram repeated… "forget about it…forget about it…."
Then…a ray of inspiration hit him, "Forget about it! Carl! That's it!"
"Huh, what's it, sir?" Carl wondered.
"Carl, you remember the Amnesia-inator?"
"Hmm…I seem to recall it after Agent P's identity was revealed to his owners and the ensuing Norm-Bot invasion a week ago…." Carl recalled. "And then the OWCA confiscated the –inator after we used it on everyone involved from Doofenshmirtz's place."
"And that kiss by Phineas and that Isabella girl, it was so….intriguing…." Monogram wandered, as if in a trance.
"Um…sir?"
"Oh…." Monogram shook his head, "sorry about that, Carl…." He nervously chuckled before turning a serious face.
"Okay, here's the plan. Once Agent P and Team Possible complete the mission of foiling both Drakken and Doofenshmirtz, we'll then bring them back here to the room with the Amnesia-inator and…."
Monogram clapped his hands hard at the same time,
"BOOM!" he added with enthusiasm, "Kim and Ron won't recall the memory with having anything to do with Agent P and his secret will be safe! Carl, you are a genius and I can just hug you!" Monogram raced up excitedly to Carl, and hugged him.
"Um…sir….?" Carl tried to interrupt, but Monogram just kept on hugging him.
"Oh, Carl, you are going to be promoted to paid intern once we activate the Amnesia-inator….."
But Carl interrupted the celebration, "Um…yeah…about that…."
Monogram stopped hugging for a moment, "Wait a moment….I now remember using it on an agent earlier this morning….."
(6 ½ hours earlier)
"I'm sorry Agent R, but your cover has been exposed!" Monogram spoke with shame to Agent R, who was a pet raccoon in a fedora. "We have no choice but to wipe away your memory and reassign you to another host family!"
Then he turned to Carl, "Fire the beam, Carl, while I make my pot of good ol' joe in the break room!" He headed on out to make some coffee for the morning.
"Right away, sir!" Carl saluted, for he was at the controls.
"Now, Agent R, this may sting a little…"
However, instead of aiming at Agent R, the Amnesia-inator shot upwards to the direction of the ceiling.
Carl turned his chair around and gasped, "Oh no…come on, go down, go down! Go down!"
He tried to regain control of the device, but the Amnesiainator fired a blast through the ceiling and shot upward several miles into the sky until it finally hit a satellite in outer space.
"And we had to use the Amnesia Ray Gun on Agent R instead, sir, which was only good for one agent…."
Monogram bemoaned, "Just when we needed the Amnesia-inator the most in this dark hour, someone has tampered with the device! Agent P will be revealed to his owners….."
"Um, sir…" Carl intervened, trying to make things better, "with all due respect, I think we both should take a look at what happened with the Amnesia-inator this morning."
Monogram agreed with a nod of his head, knowing that if they want to keep Agent P's identity hidden from its owners, it would be the Amnesia-inator.
When they got to the room that contained the device, Monogram whistled at the huge hole in the ceiling. Rays from the sun reflected onto the floor.
"That is going to cost a pretty penny when we repair that hole…." Monogram said, pointing to the hole in the sky.
"And a lot out of the budget, sir….." Carl said, trying to whistle at the extent of the damage but all he could muster were pitiful breaths.
"You need to work on your whistle, Carl!" Monogram sighed, "Now let's take a look at the machine and find out what's missing…."
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Monogram opened the main panel to the Amnesiainator and started to look around. He put on a pair of latex gloves on his hands, just to make sure that his fingerprints wouldn't tamper with any evidence.
The two of them got deeper into the machine. Carl was holding the operating manual while Monogram was scanning his eyes, clenching a flashlight with his left hand.
"Well, almost everything seems to be intact in the Amnesia-inator and…wait a minute….." Monogram said before noticing something wasn't right. "Great-googily-moogily!"
"Is there something wrong, sir?"
The flashlight shone on something missing from the Amnesia-inator.
"The aiming mechanism….where is it?"
Carl got the operating manual and turned to the page with the aiming mechanism. "Here's a picture of it, sir…" He pointed to the picture of the mechanism which looked like a wrench with a small rotor on each end.
"It isn't here, Carl!" Monogram exclaimed.
"But how, sir?" Carl asked, puzzled, "It worked fine on Agent P's owners the first time we used it…."
"I don't get it either! Who would want to steal an all-important piece of the….wait…..Carl I need a fingerprint kit! Get me powder and a fine brush!" Monogram demanded.
Carl quickly exited the room and came back in with black powder and a brush.
Monogram came out from underneath the machine with the slider and grabbed both the powder and brush.
He dusted off the area around where the aiming mechanism was missing and found a fingerprint on a piece of metal right above it.
"Carl….fingerprint tape, please!"
"On it, sir!" Carl obeyed, coming back with some fingerprint tape.
Monogram used the slider to come out, got the tape, and applied it to the print.
With the print captured on the tape, he said, "Let's take this to the Fingerprint Identification Office!"
(at the Fingerprint Identification Office)
Monogram gasped, looking on the computer, "I should have known!"
It featured a picture of none other than Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz on it.
"Well, he did create the device, sir…." Carl elaborated. "But why would Doofenshmirtz want to tamper with his own –inator?"
The Major threaded his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"Unless…" Then the thought hit him. "He wants to render the machine useless in our possession and use it in a future scheme! That's it!" Monogram jumped out of his seat and hugged Carl once more. "You are a genius!"
Thinking two steps ahead, Monogram declared, "We must give this mission to Agent P….. the fate of the Agency is in his hands!"