Perry's got himself real stuck this time. Who'd ever knew that closet storage would ever become the perfect trap?
Then again, Perry never expected societal convention to be a trap either. And with the help from Agent Lyla from COWCA, he even got himself out of that situation.
He just needed to find a way to get out of the cloth. But that proves to be difficult when also being stuck in bubble wrapping. And buckets.
And even if he got himself out, Norm was with him so he could either warn Doofenshmirtz, or he could capture Perry himself. Although, Norm wasn't exactly the smartest robot ever. He just needed him to be distracted...
...which is difficult because he's still trapped. All his limbs, and his tail, are stuck.
He tried moving his head so his fedora would fall, so he can catch it with his bill. Yet, this also proves to be difficult in the current situation.
Only an outside force could help him. And with his arms stuck, he cannot contact the OWCA to request additional help.
Perry could only count on his luck to get saved.
Then, someone knocked at the closet door.
"I'LL GET IT", Norm said as ecstatically as ever.
As Norm opened the door, he got swiftly kicked, to the point that he got the cauldron he carried stuck on his head, and then proceeded to sleep because he thought it was bedtime.
Perry wondered who his savior was. He tried to turn around and was surprised who it was.
Veronica?
But how? Perry tried his very best to hide his secret identity to anyone who could tell it to his owners. And yet, here's one of them.
Veronica noticed Perry at that point and spoke: "Oh there you are, Mr. I-pretend-to-be-the-most-boring-thing-ever." She helped Perry out of his trap as she continued: "Betcha wondering how this gal knows about your job. Well, that weirdo that went to me earlier suddenly yelled your name, and then I saw you with some totally outdated spy hat, probably from 1940-whatever. That guy's even dumber than those two dork owners of yours, don'tcha agree?"
Of course Doof's yelling caught too much attention at the perfume department. Perry could've guessed that himself.
"Jeez, who knew such a boring thing like a platypus would actually have such an exiting job", Veronica then said. "Secret agent, why didn't you tell everyone all about it? That would make your lame owners top-tier populars within a second or two!"
Perry glared at the blonde. Apparently she's unaware of the reason why secret agents are called 'secret agents'.
"Oh, don't worry", Veronica said while freeing Perry from his 'trap', "If I got caught so easily, I wouldn't embarrass myself either."
When freed, Perry decided to give Veronica a pamphlet Major Monogram made himself. Actually, Carl did, but Monogram supervised.
Veronica read out loud: "'So you discovered your pet is a secret agent'", before stopping and asking: "You know, you're not MY pet, right? I know, you'd love to, but I just can't stand boring things like platypi, but whatever."
Perry chattered in annoyance, and pointed to a paragraph that should be more important.
"'Whenever the owner of a pet (or any of their associates) discovers that their pet is a secret agent of OWCA, either their memory for the day gets removed via mind-erasing devices, or if things gets too serious, the agent in question has to be relocated.'"
Veronica stared at the fedora-wearing platypus for two whole seconds. Then she said: "You know that 'OWCA' is one of the lamest acronyms ever, right?"
Perry facepalmed. He didn't believe in dumb blondes, but man, does Veronica completely miss the point. He grabbed a yellow highlight marker from his hat and marked the word 'relocated', as well as the first part of the paragraph, from 'Whenever' to 'agent'.
"Ohhhhh, so you get relocated when those dorks know your secret identity?", Veronica asked.
Believing that Veronica finally got it, Perry nodded.
"Ah", Veronica replied. She paused before asking: "...What does 'relocated' mean anyway?"
Of course there was a catch. This gal has a limited vocabulary to boot.
Perry grabbed a dictionary from his fedora and showed Veronica the word 'relocate'.
Veronica read through the definition and then said: "Wait, you have to move away when they get to know this secret agent stuff? Do they get to move along with you?"
Perry shook his head with a sad expression. He really loved his owners and didn't particularly like to move away from them.
"But... why?", Veronica asked. "I don't get it."
In response, Perry picked up the pamphlet again and pointed to another paragraph.
"'The reason why the agent has to be relocated is because knowing the true identity might not only be dangerous to the agent, but also the family. It could lead them into working together in defeating the villains. While that is good, the villain can look up where the family lives and cause all sorts of mayhem from there, not to mention ruin their privacy.'"
There was more text, something about loved ones getting hurt or something, but Veronica stopped reading right there. If Perry's secret got out, so many bad things could happen, and it reminded her of her own secrets, and consequences whenever they come out.
She has quite an obsession for her best friend Trixie, namely how she's so popular. Veronica admires and envies Trixie at the same time due to her popularity. She does both so much that she not only wants to be just like Trixie, but just be her in general. She owns a wig that is a perfect copy of Trixie's hairstyle. Of course, she's completely unaware of Trixie's own secrets, but what Trixie shows, must have inspired Veronica on such a large level.
Veronica could imagine what would happen if her secret gets out, but she dearly wishes it to never happen. She would probably be casted as a freak, a creep, and would likely be downgraded to the same kind of unpopular as the geeks. And then sh would never be able to be like Trixie.
Of course, this makes her one step closer to another of her embarrassing secrets, since she also has a crush on Timmy. But she fears that no one (not even Timmy) would even want to be near her after her Trixie obsession came out.
She realizes that she can sympathize with Perry. If either of their secrets comes out, the worst things could happen. But at least with Perry, the damage can be neutralized.
So Veronica made a decision:
"I'll keep your agent stuff a secret", she said.
Perry felt glad and relieved when hearing that, but he also fears Veronica would be unable to keep his identity a secret for long. He has seen her blabbering gossips without even realizing there's no even someone to gossip with. So initially, it doesn't seem like the best idea.
However, Candace's best friend Stacy (whose relationship is closer to Phineas and Ferb, and obviously Candace) also knows Perry's secret identity, and is so far doing a good job despite her airhead moments. Then there's Vanessa, Doofenshmirtz's daughter, who already knew Perry's secret, but befriended Ferb and Candace later on, and nothing bad from her side has happened so far yet either.
So Perry decides to take the risk and shook Veronica's hand, solidifying an agreement.
"That's settled, then", Veronica said. She checked the time with her smartphone. "Oop, four-thirty. Gotta remind Trixie about that bet thing she made with your owners! Bet they're gonna lose anyway, but ya know."
Perry smiled suavely. If he weren't a platypus, he would've said 'No, no they won't', since he knows how amazing Phineas and Ferb are with these kinda things. Believe it or not, but their inventions were even OWCA's only hope in saving the Tri-State Area at one point.
Veronica was just done texting. "There ya go. Now let's get outta here before that weird robot guy wakes up."
Perry has completely forgotten that they were still in that large closet, so he and Veronica left it and closed the door.
"You go stop that weirdo with whatever his plan is. I'll be waiting for Trixie at that elevator", Veronica told Perry.
Perry already figured that out, but he appreciates Veronica's reminder anyway. She's being a lot quicker to thought now than with the whole situation with the pamphlet.
And so, the fedora-wearing platypus and the blonde valley girl parted ways.