Chapter 6: Battling Déjà-vu
With a loud crash, we purposefully collided with Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated, leaving a hole in the wall.
"Not again! Perry the Platypus, I gave you a set of keys for a reason. Why don't you ever use them?"
I can think of two reasons, I thought to myself, first, the only available space to park was in a loading zone, and second, because when you have an element of surprise such as myself, walking through the front door would kinda give it away, now wouldn't it?
I was hiding inside the hovercraft, awaiting my cue and listening carefully.
Laughing maniacally as he captured Perry the Platypus in a Slushy Burger Promotional Suit, Perry looked at him with a confused expression, mostly due to the fact that he'd told him a while back that he hated the sandwich suits and wanted to rip them all off of the promoters.
"What? It was handy, and it fits."
Perry only rolled his eyes and let him continue towards his evil monologue.
"So, as I'm sure you already know, I've been digging through dumpsters behind every Slushy Burger in town. Why, you may ask? Because of this." He said, brandishing both a piece of paper and what appeared to be some sort of remote control.
"What does it do? Well, that's simple. It controls that robot over there." He pointed to a robot I knew I'd seen before, but I couldn't quite place where I'd seen it. "Remember him? The one who created the straight-jacket-inator?"
That's right. It's the robot he'd built in an attempt to replace his robot man, Norm. Where is he, anyway? Whatever. I thought he'd decided to trash that piece of junk due to the hazards it had caused him.
"Yeah, I know I should have gotten rid of it since it did try to turn me into a smoothie, but I don't wanna. Instead I found a way to duplicate its response and control who it turns on!"
Perry looked alarmed. Could Doofenshmirtz have actually created a truly evil robot? Was my hypothesis wrong? Was Doofenshmirtz actually evil? I was anxious to move, but I waited for the signal. He will let me know when it's time, I assured myself.
Dr. Doofenshmirtz pressed the button and the robot grew dramatically into its killer robot stage. But instead of going as planned, the robot controls malfunctioned, and Doofenshmirtz proclaimed, "Well . . . that didn't work . . ." and was once again running for his life from a robot screaming, "Time to meet your maker, maker!"
Freeing himself from the Slushy Burger suit, he gave me the signal, and I leapt from the hovercraft to stand beside Perry in readied stance. He looked at me and I looked at him, and I knew what to do.
"Grappling hook and rope." I stated clearly into my bag, and Agent P looked at me funny. When I felt the weight of them in my tote, I pulled them out and handed them to him, saying, "La-an's old transporter."
He nodded, and threw it, connected solidly into the front of the machine.
Doofenshmirtz finally noticed my presence as I ran past him, attempting to distract the robot from him.
"You had back-up this whole time, Perry the Platypus? What is this?" He proclaimed, irritated.
"I'm not back-up, Doofenshmirtz. I'm your worst nightmare." I declared, and twisted the robot's arm, causing it to pop of and the wires to short.
Everyone came to a halt, including the robot itself, and stared at me.
Doof stated in a whiny tone, "Well, not really . . ."
Agent P looked at me pointedly, and I reasoned, "Alright, fine, so I've always wanted to say that . . ." I said, landing comfortably onto one of the cushions on the couch that lay in the room. "In reality, I'm O.W.C.A's first and so far only, human agent."
Then everything resumed its course, just like it had before I'd even spoken.
I looked around, and got up to continue fighting, noticing how Perry's attempts at destroying the robot were failing. I then recalled the outcome of the first time the robot had chased after Doof. And then I saw the boiling pot of coffee lying there on the desk.
"You look thirsty, robot. How about some coffee?" I threw it square into his screen that displayed his emoticons, and Doofenshmirtz recalled that it had been destroyed that way the first time, and I agreed.
Perry looked at me oddly again, and then shook it off. Evidently Phineas had told him the night before. He pointed to the paper that now lay on the ground amongst the rubble in the room.
"Oh that?" the Dr. said, walking over to it and picking it up, "It's just my credit card receipt from my last Slushy Burger meal. I dropped it in with the inator-remote by mistake."
Both my fellow monotreme and I looked at him oddly.
"What? Just because I cheat on my finances doesn't mean I don't wanna know how much I'm stealing from the economy!"
Perry only rolled his eyes, tipped his hat, and began to walk toward the hovercraft. I began to follow, but Doof called out that he couldn't curse us if he didn't know my name.
I showed him my identification from the Agency. Then Agent P and I took off, smiling at Doofenshmirtz's cry of, "Curse you Perry the Platypus and Sera the Teenage Girl!" Never thought I'd hear those two phrases together.
A short ways away from DEI, Perry sent the hovercraft homeward and ejected us, having us land softly in the tree in the Flynn-Fletcher backyard by use of his parachute.