Where's Ferb?
Cezille07
A/N: It's song-montage time! ;D
Chapter 2. A Head of Green Hair.
"Good morning, Agent P. I'm sorry about what happened to your host family," came Major Monogram's words through the large monitor hanging from the high ceiling. "But as you can predict, Doofenshmirtz is up to no good again. Well, we barely know what he's been up to; since your last mission, he has done an excellent job of avoiding our surveillance, but it shouldn't be anything difficult for an agent of your rank. Find out what he's planning and put a stop to it."
Perry hesitated. Maybe it was out of place for him to ask, but OWCA intel could accelerate the search for Ferb. But Monogram didn't know everything. With a bitter salute, Perry found his hover jet and sped off to Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc's headquarters, Heinz Doofenshmirtz's home.
What to do on a sunny day?
The world doesn't make sense today
Alone on colorful playfields
It's supposed to be a you and I
"Alright girls, ready for your Missing Person Finder patch?" declared the head of the Fireside girls. The six followers saluted, "Aye aye chief!" and scrambled about town putting up posters and asking passers-by if they had seen a young green-haired boy.
What to do on a boring day
when the half of me can never stay?
Where on earth has life concealed
the forlorn meaning of goodbye?
"Phineas, focus!" Candace snapped her fingers in front of his face, but he remained lethargic, sitting on Ferb's messy bed. "You said you remember waking up at three in the morning. Ferb was still there, right?"
"Right," he answered. "Dad was making a racket over there by the closet, that's why I woke up. He told me to go back to sleep, that he was just fixing our clothes."
"Suspicious..." remarked Candace. "He could have been gathering Ferb's clothes by then. The question is...why?"
"Maybe if I didn't fall asleep right away we'd—"
"Enough of that, Phineas. We need to contact Dad..." Candace said, softly but absently. She was busy trying to reach Lawrence. But like the past hundred attempts, all she got was a steady busy tone.
Oh how can my heavy heart find
the lost light of the brilliant smile,
the comfort of your silent mind,
to walk us through each summer while?
Perry had crash-landed through Doofenshmirtz's more commonly broken window panes and struck an attack-ready pose. But the sight of the doctor, perched motionlessly atop a massive leather armchair, instantly stunned him.
"Perry the platypus, it's you. How pleasantly...unpleasant," Doofenshmirtz half-choked. "I bet you've noticed my brand new Relaxinator. Wonderful, isn't it?" he added, patting the luridly decorated coverings of the armrest.
Perry snorted; truly, Heinz seemed to really need a high-caliber Relaxinator. The doctor had been in worse cases before, but only now did Perry observe him to physically display signs of stress: Darker lines than he was used to encircled his tired eyes, and his skin was sullen and pallid. Doofenshmirtz's motionlessness forewarned either over-exhaustion, or trap controls lying somewhere about.
"Yes, yes, I've seen better days," Doofenshmirtz explained, sensing the questions in the mammal staring up at him. "Why don't you come sit with me here while I tell you my story? No really, you're looking a little anxious yourself. Come on... the Relaxinator will take care of everything."
Perry didn't move. How'd he tell? He shook his head furiously. No, the scientist couldn't fool him now even if it were his dying wish. And yet he found himself gravitating towards the oversized armchair, the image of the miserable Phineas from this morning pasted over his eyes.
"Alright, comfy? Great," said Heinz after the platypus hopped to the adequate space beside him. "You know, the Relaxinator has everything you can want. An automatic foot-massager," and two robotic arms emerged from the base of the chair and rubbed Perry's feet, "temperature regulator for the three cubic feet of air surrounding us," and Perry realized a cool draft of fresh air brushed his face, "and my personal favorite: microscopic acupuncture needles for ultimate relaxation experience." Perry suddenly felt several subtle pricks on his nape, arms, back, legs, and tail.
And for the first time since hearing Phineas' dilemma, he did feel relaxed. For once, Doofenshmirtz's contraption actually worked.
"And after all that, of course you'd think anyone who possessed this magnificent piece of furniture wouldn't even remember stress, or yesterday's evening news for that matter." Doofenshmirtz looked down at Perry. He had stood up and was holding the remote in his hands. A shadow hid his face, but Perry could feel the sinister grin hiding in the doctor's weary lips. "And actually...that is very correct."
As he spoke, the acupuncture needles dug into Perry's skin, and he was completely immobilized.
The problem was...he was also the most relaxed creature alive.
A/N: Yes, maybe Perry loves Phineas and Ferb too much. ;D Stick around for the next chapter, and meanwhile, please review! :)