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OMG THANK YOU ALL FOR READING! 8DDD I don't know how much longer we have to go until we finish. Maybe two or three chapters at this point. . . .I've kinda trailed off huh? We go to one shot of thunderstorms and go all the way to . . .evil scientist mom's trying to destroy secret agent platypus's.
Chapter 7
Perry chattered angrily and struggled against the arms that held him. His tail flipped back and forth strongly, trying to hit the person that held him roughly but to no avail. He growled and shrugged his shoulders this way and that to maybe loosen the ropes but it was still no use. He was stuck.
What's going on? He thought angrily.
His captor roughly carried him in what Perry thought was back in to the building. Then when he struggled more a hand bonked him hard and he felt himself pass out.
Bathilda Doofenshmirtz came back in to her son's apartment carrying a knocked out, tied up and bagged Perry the Platypus. Doof had already changed in to his normal clothes and had started to take down everything to return it back to normal. He turned his head at the coming of his mother. "Oh, Mom. What do you have there?" He tilted his head, not being able to tell what his mother was carrying. He remembered she had gone to the store. "Did you get something for dinner or something? But why is it tied up?"
She gave an annoyed groan and placed the tied up platypus on a chair where she pulled off the bag and tied his feet and wrists to the chair, then his tail as well so he had no means of escape. Even the chair was nailed in to the floor. Bathilda sat back, pleased, and placed the bag over her Perry's head so he wouldn't be able to see. "There," she said, looking at her son proudly. "How is that?"
Doof walked up, staring at the chair where Perry the Platypus sat, tied up and knocked out. "Well, uh. You tied him to a chair? That's it? It's so . . . never mind." He turned away.
"NO. What were you going to say?" his mom asked, sounding offended. Doof turned to look at her. "Uh, I don't know. It's really . . . uhh. . . normal. Like, basic. I don't know. . . it's a pretty old way to capture a nemesis. It's not creative at all. It's kind of boring and . . . average."
She rolled her eyes. "There's nothing better than the classics," she scolded him, turning to look back at her accomplishment. Doof again just rolled his eyes in response.
"Why did you even come here Mother?"
She easily dodged his question. "Never mind that. Why did you get out of your costume? It looked good!"
"I was getting hot in it Mom! And it looked weird! And it was awkward to wear! I can't go around looking like that if I want to take over the Tri-State Area. That's absurd. Insane. Impossible. I looked ridiculous, like some cartoon."
She glares at him before turning away. "No matter now. Let's just hurry up and redo the place for when he wakes up."
"Mom I can fight Perry the Platypus fine the way I used to."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"And how many times have you succeeded when you were fighting him?"
Doof had prepared for a quick retort to her questions but he found himself unable to answer this one. "Well . . ." he started. "I've won against him before, but then he's able to foil my plan in the end. So, a few times I guess."
"No. If you get beat in the long run that's called losing," his mom said skeptically.
Doof clenched his fists and turned away to keep taking down his things. "Mom me having my walls and floors black aren't going to make me beat Perry the Platypus. And neither will me wearing some sort of weird spandex costume."
She continued to glare at him as he tore down everything she had set up. He even used his Paint-inator to repaint the walls the color they used to and even replaced the carpet so that in about ten minutes the entire apartment was how it used to look before his mom did it.
Bathilda groaned in annoyance again and her head turned as there was a groggy chatter from Perry. Her eyes gleamed viciously and she snapped her fingers. "Okay son. I'll go watch you do defeat him this time. Don't worry. I'll come in and help you if you need it."
She scurried off to some unknown place and Doof called after her, "You don't have to help me! I can do this on my own! I can do this on my own I tell you!"
He didn't get any answer, so he turned back to the struggling, twisting and turning Perry the Platypus with a burlap sack over his head. Sighing, Doof reached over and pulled off the sack. "Ah Perry the Platypus." He said it in a bored tone and he was met with two wide eyes, open in shock.
Doof sighed again. "Yes well. . . You're probably wondering why I brought you back here. Well don't. It wasn't me who brought you here it was my mother. She sort of kidnapped you and brought you back here so I could defeat you again. That's. . . kind of sad isn't it? That I need my mother to help me in my evil schemes. . ." Doof allowed his thoughts to wonder and he met the eyes of Perry the Platypus again. "Well she's watching and she's going to jump out any time I 'need help'," Doof put up his hands and made quotes in the air with his fingers. "So put a good show on for her okay?"
Perry shrugged his small shoulders where he sat and Doof stood watching, not trying anything as Perry bent his head down and bit away the ropes around his torso. Doof scratched the back of his neck as Perry got rid of those then manage to squeeze his tail out from the ropes, giving him access to be able to untie the ropes around one wrist as his tail almost acted as another hand, untying the rope. He reached one paw over, untying his other hand before working on his ankles. When he was done he jumped out of the chair that was a little big for him and rubbed his wrists uncomfortably.
"Sorry Perry the Platypus for making you have to go through all of this two times today." He continued rubbing the back of his neck and held up two fingers, making the peace sign. "Well you know where the door is. You should go ahead and let yourself out before my mother comes out any moment."
Perry nodded with a slight smirk on his beak. And as he started to leave, a voice, high, disbelieving and uncontrollably angry screamed out. "What? How can you just let him walk away?"
Before Perry could even blink a cage of thick glass fell on him. There were speakers on all four sides of it and he was spinning around where he stood, hands on the glass as he looked this way and that, clearly confused.
"Ah. It is the type of glass they use in those cop shows, where you can see them but all they see is a mirror. Fascinating." Doof stood for a moment. "Why didn't I ever think of that?"
Doof didn't notice as his mom pulled out a remote control with three buttons going down in a straight line. A white one, a black one, and a red one. With a wicked smile and laugh she pressed the black one. Perry suddenly jerked where he stood, eyes wide in panic. She pressed it again and Doof watched as the platypus scrambled around his small glass box, trying to escape but being able to go no where. He narrowed his eyes as he saw the speakers on all sides of it gently beating in and out, almost like breathing with jerked breaths. Perry the Platypus was hearing something they couldn't hear, but what was it?
His eyes slowly widened as his mom clicked the other button, the white one, and a blanket fell down over the cage. Then up in the ceiling a TV came down and flickered on in front of them, showing the inside of Perry's cage, allowing them to see and watch his every movement.
Perry was jumping with every movement and pressing himself against one of the small walls before flinching back to another one. Doof eyes were huge when from inside the cage, there showed flashes of lightning on all sides of the walls and the loud sound of thunder penetrated the small area. But outside Doof couldn't hear a thing except for his mothers own devious lightning. His eyes narrowed as he thought back, When did I tell her he was scared of big storms?
Doof nearly facepalmed himself in to the ground. The day that his mom arrived! He had told her then! Of course at that time he had thought that this information could be used so that he could trap Perry without having to threaten his life or scare him out of his wits, but not really use them against them in this way. The TV screen blared the thunder and he stared at Perry, who actually let out a little squeak of fear. He was backed up against another wall, his small chest heaving and his head switching back and forth quickly, as if searching for means of escape, but he found none. Then the small head looked in the direction of Doof's position and he stared straight ahead as if he really could see him where he stood. Of course he couldn't see him, but it must have been his animal instinct that pointed him in the direction of the closest person to him who could but might as well not be on his side.
Doof looked down away from Perry shamefully and put a hand over his face, covering his eyes as he listened to his mother's truly evil cackling and the terrified yelps and gasps from Perry. His heart felt like it was being wrenched from his chest, held in someone's hand and squeezed, kneaded like dough, chewed and spat back out again. It hurt. It hurt so much. . .
"We don't have any time to worry about him now," Bathilda said, casually tossing the remote to the table nearby. "We can take over the Tri-State Area if we want to without his meddling."
Doof cracked two fingers to look over at her. "Mom why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice hoarse. He had intended it to be loud and challenging but it came out quiet, and she didn't hear him. Then he glanced back to stare in horror at the screen where Perry had now sunk in to a corner of the small cage, hugging his small legs close to his chest with his little hands pulling his hat over his head. His teeth were grit in fear and the evil scientist could just barely make out two small crystal tears that fell from his nemesis' eyes and down his face.
His heart broke. Making an instant decision, he suddenly spun around, "Mom!" he yelled out, challenging and furious.
She turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. "Heinz? What is it? Is something bothering you?"
He clenched his fists. "What are you doing to my nemesis?"
She looked up at the screen nonchalantly. "Just keeping him trapped there. Smart isn't it? It's not like any of your plans really worked."
She started to turn away when he screamed out, "Why are you hurting him?"
Now she paused and looked at him again with raised eyebrows. "What are you talking about? You guys are enemies aren't you? You hurt each other many times."
"Yeah well not like this! This isn't fair! We fight on equal terms!" Well, I do always use one of my inators to get him but he always defeats me anyway. And I have hit him with one a couple times but they don't hurt him physically. I've gotten them shot at myself before and I know that they don't hurt. But I don't fight him like this. I'm not good at mental battles.
Bathilda rolled her eyes. "You guys aren't supposed to fight on equal terms anyway. You shouldn't have to. You're the bad guy."
Doof found he couldn't answer or respond to that. So he didn't.
With a satisfied hmmph, Bathilda turned around to pull out an inator that Doof had never seen before. Managing to forget Perry for a second he allowed himself to ask, "What's that?"
"This? Oh, it's a Destroy Gun." She pulled down a small telescope attached to it. "I'm going to destroy City Hall so we can take over this place."
"Oh." Doof looked sadly back at Perry, who was still cowering on the screen. Doof walked over to his mom, glancing a sad look over his shoulder. "Mom when do you think we can let him out now?"
"Who?" she asked, her eyes pressed against the telescope.
"Perry the Platypus."
"What? Why?"
"Well, he's . . . I just think he's had enough, that's all."
"If we do that he'll just escape and thwart our plans."
"It's not even my plans. They're yours."
"Therefore I get to decide that the platypus stays inside his little containment unit."
"But Mo-om!" Doof complained.
"No buts." She adjusted something on the Destroy Gun absentmindedly. "It's his fault for being so weak."
"Perry the Platypus is not weak," Doof snapped.
"Have you seen him in the last five minutes?" she asks, stopping now to look at her son. "He's cowering in fear of a little thunder and lightning. What kind of secret agent is he? He'll be fine."
Doof looked back at Perry dejectedly and turned back to his mom.
I wanted this to be one big chapter but I split it up in to two chapters to torture you guys further :D LOL! for me at least. I'll try to upload two tomorrow for special reasons that i'll inform you of, tomorrow. COOKIES AND ETERNAL HAPPINESS IF U CAN GUESS WHY TOMORROW IS AMAZINGLY EPIC!