Author's Note: Here's the next chapter already. I tend to write the whole story at one time, so this is how it's going to be for all of my stories. So get used to it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Pansy.
Phineas' POV
"Hey, Ferb. Perry and Pansy haven't come back yet…" I said. "I wonder what's keeping them..."
"They are secret agents, you know. They can probably take care of themselves." Baljeet told me skeptically.
"I know, but I still worry…" I said to my friends. Then there was a knock on the door. I ran to go get it, and found that it was a note that read:
Meet me in Agent P's lair. There is a problem that we need to notify you about. See you in a moment.
M. M.
"It must be from Perry's boss! Let's go to his lair!" I said to Ferb.
"Perry's lair?" Isabella asked. "Why?" I showed all of my friends the note.
"It looks fake to me. I ain't buying it." Buford said stubbornly. Baljeet glared at him, probably because of the use of contractions.
"Come on!" I told my friends as we ran up to my room. I opened my closet and put my hand on the wall. A secret elevator opened up and I stepped inside with Ferb.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked my dumbfounded friends.
"Um… okay." Isabella stuttered. They all stepped into the teal-and-orange elevator.
When we got down lo Perry's platypus-themed lair, I pressed a button below the big screen. Then Perry's boss' face came up.
"Ah, Phineas and Ferb! We, uh… have a slight communication error…" He said nervously. Everyone stared at him.
"What do you mean?" I asked him, concerned about my pets' safety.
"We have lost touch with both Agent Ps. We just wanted to tell you that we're trying to get into touch with them, but they may not be home for a while…" He explained with a solemn expression.
"What? How could you let this happen? Now both of our pets may be in serious trouble!" I said angrily, earning a nod from Ferb. Our friends obviously didn't want to interfere with that argument.
"It's not our fault! Either their watches are broken or their out of range, but the last place they were was Doof's building." Perry's boss explained. "And by the way, my name is Major Monogram."
"You know what, Major Monogram; we are all going to check it out right now!" I yelled angrily as I got up off of the red chair. His eyes widened.
"No! Our insurance won't cover it!" Monogram yelled in despair. "I mean, that's too dangerous for you kids!"
"Too bad. We actually care about their safety. Come on, Ferb." I said as I climbed into Perry's hover jet. Our friends climbed into the extra seats Ferb and I installed.
"Ha. You don't have the keys to it!" Monogram said tauntingly. Carl peeked into the screen nervously.
"Or do we?" I smirked as I pulled out a key. "Perry gave me his spare in case of an emergency!" I said happily as Monogram stared at me in shock. I started the hover jet and it flew up, creating a hole in the ceiling.
"Sorry!" I yelled behind me as I set course for Doofensmirtz Evil Inc. Luckily Perry had it downloaded into the built in GPS, so we were there in a short amount of time. We easily broke into the building. Then we started to search for our platypuses.
Perry's POV
When I woke up, it was nighttime. I was about to go back to sleep, but then I realized; Phineas and Ferb didn't know where we were. They were probably worried sick.
The Regurgitator wasn't in sight. Pansy was on the ground under me, her eyes closed. I chattered a little and she looked up.
"Perry! You're awake! You have been unconscious for pretty long…" She whispered to me. I groaned softly and tried to move my hands and feet. They were still cuffed, but my tail was free. My barbs still hurt like crazy, even though no one was pressing on them.
"What… What happened?" I whispered to her.
"The Regurgitator…" Pansy shuddered. "…was pressing on your ankle barbs so hard that you passed out. Then he removed all of our spy gadgets, except for our hats." I looked at my wrist. My watch was gone.
"Great." I muttered. Then I relaxed again in the air. "What time is it?"
"According to outside, I'd say about 7 or 8 o'clock at night." Pansy whispered back.
"Phineas and Ferb are probably worried sick." I said quietly. Pansy nodded.
"Hey, since you're not trapped, can you pick the lock on these cuffs?" I asked her.
"We have no tools…" Pansy thought for a moment.
"Use my fur." I told her.
"What?" She asked me, her head cocked to the side.
"Pick a strand of my fur and use it. It works." I told her, nodding to my arm. She picked one out, making me flinch.
"Sorry…" She whispered as she used it to unlock the cuffs. As soon as I dropped down, I fell on top of my tail. My ankle barbs hurt even more than before. I squeaked and rubbed my ankles.
"I've never heard that noise out of a platypus until now…" Pansy muttered.
"Shut up!" I said through clenched teeth, trying to stand. Even though I could, it hurt a lot. I sighed and sat down.
"Hey, where are we in Doof's building?" I asked, rubbing my chin in thought.
"The Regergentator moved us while you were unconscious. We're in the basement, I think." Pansy replied, trying to see in the dim light.
"Too bad we don't have a flashlight…" I muttered as I looked around the room, trying to make out anything that could help us. I just saw a couple of screws and a small, closed window.
"Why don't we sneak out? We could always get more tools from the agency…" Pansy wondered aloud.
"Well, The Regurgitator may have some more traps set up, and he might have put trackers on us or something. And Doof is still in the closet." I replied.
"We should probably go and get him out… Are you okay?" Pansy asked softly, looking at my barbs. They were bent slightly and throbbing painfully.
"Well, I can hardly walk." I muttered almost to myself.
"Let's hope he doesn't find a weakness in me, too!" Pansy crossed her arms. I rolled my eyes.
"This isn't a weakness; it's a… minor setback. Plus, I have different weaknesses that you may never find out." I said angrily, as I felt heat rising to my face. Luckily it was too dark to tell that I was blushing.
"Oh, really? I can't wait to find out with my super-secret agent skills!" Pansy laughed, causing me to smile.
"Hey, I'm the top agent! I thought I was the one with 'super-secret agent skills'!" I said, laughing along with Pansy.
"Um… hello? Are you down here, Perry the platypus?" Doof whispered from the dark.
"Doof, is that you?" I asked.
"Yeah. It took me forever to get out of the closet. How did The Regurgitator get me in there, anyway?" Doof rambled on.
"Sorry, Doof. We were about to unlock you." I told him.
"No worries. Where is The Rergurgitator?" Doof asked nervously.
"We don't know. We were trying to find out a plan when you got here." Pansy said.
"Well, we could… be quiet! I hear someone coming…" Doof whispered. I heard the dull thudding of footsteps.
The Regurgitator stepped in front of us. We all glared at him in pure hatred.
"How are my little servants doing?" He asked with an evil smile.
"We're not your servants…" Pansy growled. The Regurgitator just broadened his smile and pressed a button on a remote. A mechanical hand came out of the ground beside me and grabbed one of my legs. I chattered in pain and backed away from it. Then another came up on the other side of me. They both grabbed my ankles, making me chatter in pain again. But I looked at Pansy fiercely, mentally telling her to attack The Regurgitator and defeat him, no matter what happened to me. She leaped at him and kicked him square in the jaw. The hands tightened their grip, and I struggled to keep from crying out in pain. Doof rushed over to me and tried to pry the hands off my ankles. Then Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, Baljeet, and Buford came down the dark stairs.
