(Answer to an FAQ for most of my stories: Perry and the boys are able to communicate through translators. The boys created them after remembering the Second Dimension (Refer to my other fanfiction, Jingles). Only Phineas, Ferb, and as of this story, Candace, own the translators. If you're curious, be sure to check out my other fics- they're a series! HAPPY READING!)
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Ernest the eagle entered the small apartment. "Hello, Brandon. What are you doing this morning?"
"Making breakfast, but we're all out of eggs." Brandon the bulldog said, dumping an entire carton of eggs into the wastebin that matched the kitchen counter.
A laughtrack sounded.
"By golly, Brandon, what will we eat now?" Ernest said.
"Why Ernie, we can always have tomatoes." Brandon said.
"Gee whilikers, Brandy! Tomatoes aren't a breakfast food."
The laughtrack sounded again.
"Really? Because I just created a new recipe… tomato pancakes!" Brandon flipped a burning pancake onto the floor.
The laughtrack sounded.
"Oh, Brandy. You and your tomato pancakes." Ernest said.
The camera zoomed in on both Brandon and Ernest, and they smiled. The theme song medley began to play.
"Stop snickering, Agent!" Ernest the eagle commanded.
Perry tried to make his expression as blank as possible.
"Honestly, you have no respect." Ernest snapped. "Now, answer me. Why did you NOT show up for role call?"
"Because I was late."
"And why were you late?"
"Because I didn't happen to come into the room until after everyone's name was called today." Perry answered.
The other agents began to laugh.
"STOP JOKING AROUND." Ernest shouted, getting up in Perry's face. "WHY. WERE. YOU. LATE?"
"Because I didn't hear my alarm clock." Perry said.
Ernest shoved him aside and strutted down the hall. "Don't give me attitude EVER again, you hear me?"
"Look who's got attitude now." Perry muttered. He turned the other way.
"Why were you laughing when he was yelling at you?" Devon the dog asked. "I thought he was going to kill you."
"Every time Ernest or Brandon the bulldog yells at me, I imagine them together in one of those old sitcoms."
"That's not a good response to have when someone yells at you." Pinky the Chihuahua said.
"Yeah. I know. I should probably have a black eye or something. But it all worked out. Sorta."
"Kinda sorta maybe." Devon said. "Although I doubt Ernest is going to be friendlier toward you."
...
"Hi, Perry!" Phineas said. "You're just in time. We're watching baby videos of ourselves."
Perry hopped onto Phineas's bed and stared at the projector. Baby Phineas was crawling around on the ground.
"Aww, you're so cute." Perry said.
"Look at baby me coming up in a second." Ferb said.
The video switched to baby Ferb sitting in a high chair, holding a bottle of glue.
"Oh, is baby Fwankie making a wittle art pwoject?" Cooed a voice.
"That was my babysitter Peggy." Ferb said. "I never saw her again after that video."
"Ooh, how adowabwe." Peggy said. "Smile for the camera, wittle Fwankie!"
"Did she have issues pronouncing R's?" Perry asked.
"Apparently. And she also had to stick 'ie' after every single K she said." Ferb said. "Blankie, binkie, Frankie…"
"Blank, bink, Frank." Perry said.
"Okay, so maybe like two of those words actually needed it." Ferb said. "But still."
Baby Ferb looked toward the camera and aimed the glue. A shriek sounded. The video turned completely black.
"Father told her not to give me glue, but she didn't listen." Ferb said.
"Aww, look, here's me again!" Phineas said. "Digging a hole."
Baby Phineas had indeed dug quite a large hole in the backyard.
"Are all babies destructive?" Perry asked.
"Destructive?" Phineas asked. "I was just looking for dinosaurs."
"And this is the video of when Phineas and I first met each other." Ferb said.
"Ferb." Said Little Phineas, pointing at little Ferb.
"I forgot I named you that." Phineas said.
"Everyone did." Ferb said with a shrug. "Even father."
"I wonder if Peggy remembers." Perry said. "Or if she'll start calling you Wittle Fewbie."
"Ferb is the best name." Phineas said. "No one else has it. It's funny to think of the names you were almost named sometimes. Like, Isabella told me her mom almost named her Veronica. Doesn't have the same ring to it, does it?"
"And we almost named you Bartholomew." Ferb told Perry.
"I remember." Perry said.
"If I have a kid, I'm going to name him Ferb." Phineas said. "After you, Ferb."
"You'd name someone after someone you named?" Perry asked.
"What if it's a girl?" Ferb asked.
"Then her name will be Ferbette."
"If I have a kid, its name will be Mr. Baby." Ferb said.
"What about when it gets older?" Perry asked.
"Mr. Child." Ferb said. "Then Mr. Teenager, Mr. Adult, Mr. Old Guy, and Mr. Skeleton."
"What if it's a girl?" Phineas asked.
"Mr. Baby." Ferb insisted. "Oh dear, we were so preoccupied with talking that we missed the entire baby video of my birth. I'll go back."
"NO, NO." Perry said. "No, really, Ferb, it's fine. I can live without the image of your birth in my head."
Ferb grinned. "Just kidding."
"You scared me for a second there." Perry said.
...
"It's getting late." Perry said. "We should probably go in."
"Look, there's Venus!" Phineas said.
"Are you sure you didn't superglue your eye to that telescope? Come on, Phinny. It's cold outside."
"Come on, Perry. It's a perfect night for stargazing. Look, Ferb. Look at Venus."
Ferb took a look inside the telescope. "That's an airplane, Phineas."
"No, it's…" Phineas took another look and chuckled. "Oh. It is an airplane. My bad."
"Your vision's starting to fog up from looking through that thing." Perry said.
"There's Mars!" Phineas said. "Candace was queen there once."
"And what a queen she was." Ferb said.
Perry stood up and carefully walked over to Phineas on all fours. He was trained to climb roofs, but he still didn't want to take any chances.
"It is very pretty out here at night." He said.
"I like looking at the stars." Phineas said. "It makes me feel safe. Like, I know they'll always be out there and they'll never leave."
"All stars die, actually." Ferb said. "After a long time."
Phineas frowned and looked through the telescope again. "I don't want to think that. I want to know they'll always be there."
"Well, you two are pretty good at defying the laws of the universe." Perry said. "I'm sure you could make that happen."
"At least I know you and Perry will never leave." Phineas said. "You'll always be my brother, Ferb. And Perry will always be our platypus."
"That's true." Perry smiled. "Forever and always. No matter what."
...
"It's a good thing I installed this art room." Monogram said proudly to Carl. "Now the agents can be creative."
"I made a rock." Perry said to Devon, holding up a clay ball.
"I made a bigger rock." Said Peter the panda.
Kyle the kangaroo mashed some clay into a long rod and stuck it on his head. "I don't get the appeal."
"Well, it's kinda fun." Perry said. "I made a handprint."
"Let's make a giant clay ball." Peter said. "Everyone put all their clay together."
All of the agents mashed their clay together. The ball was about the size of Perry.
"Now we have to put it in the oven so it will be a sculpture." Said Kenny the koala.
Everyone helped to lift the ball into the clay oven. They shut the door.
"Look at them, Carl." Monogram said, beaming. "They're making a project all together."
"Uh, sir? Is the oven meant to hold that much-"
Perry was blown back as a loud bang sounded. The fire alarms began beeping.
"Well, there goes the new art room." Perry said, wiping the black dust from his fur.
"THIS, AGENTS." Monogram yelled. "THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE ANYTHING NICE! CARL, GET A BROOM."
Perry stood up and brushed himself off. "That was an interesting experience. I hope Monogram doesn't ban us from using clay ever again."
"I was going to make a clay panda sculpture for the Save The Pandas campaign." Peter said.
"Peter, with all the campaigning you've been doing, those pandas are probably living in huge golden penthouses." Perry said. "With six indoor heated pools, twelve king-sized beds with satin sheets and a whole truckload of bamboo."
"A truckload of bamboo isn't going to feed a lot of pandas for very long." Peter said. "I need more donations."
"Wait… so they ARE living in golden penthouses?"
"I have been helping this organization for five years." Peter said with a shrug. "I mean, it's added up over the years."
"Thousands of pandas have luxury designer homes and you can't even give me anything more than a stick of bamboo for my birthday?!" Perry demanded.
"Don't worry, Perry. Maybe later on I'll start a Save The Platypuses campaign." Peter said.