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Doofenshmirtz's POV

"Here they come, Perry the Platypus. Here they come, all of my minions," I said laughing.

A bar of soap and a toothbrush came to my side.

"I c– I– I could've sworn I hit more threatening stuff than this. Really, really pathetic," I said, surprised.

A Gelatin Monster climbed up my building, and entered my lair.

"Aha, a gelatin monster," I yelled gleefully. "I knew there was going to be something fun. Get him! Now you can bow down before my cartilaginous creation. It's so corrupt and cantankerous and carnivorous and, uh... Uh, low in calories and ca– Ca– Cow– Couch. Hm. Ah, that's all I got."

The Gelatin Monster whimpered.

Perry the Platypus flung his hat at the sprinkler system and set it off, melting the gelatin monster and shorting out and destroying the Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator

"My Turn-Everything-Evil-Inator!" I said in dismay. "My monster! No! My beautiful, fruit flavored monster! You come back here, Perry the Platy-"

BZZZT.

The picture on the screen flickered and disappeared.

"Ah, that's better," I said lazily, TV remote in hand.

After the TV was off, I turned to Perry the Platypus who was sitting beside me, his tiny little platypus hands clutching a bag of chips.

"Remember our good old thwarting days, Perry the Platypus?" I asked.

"Grr-rrr-rrr," chattered Perry the Platypus.

"Too bad we're too old to fight each other now," I said. "I mean; did you look at that video? I had brown hair then! I was a handsome devil, wasn't I? Well, at least I don't have to curse you every day now."

"Anyway, thanks for coming to my little party today, Perry the Platypus. It's so much better than having one all by myself. When I was a little boy back in Gimmelshtump, I was forced to throw myself my own birthday party- er... it was not good, and er- well…. you already know this story, don't you?"

"Well, this party is not a birthday party, Perry the Platypus," I said as I continued rambling. "It's a going away party."

Perry the Platypus looked at me strangely.

"No!" I cried. "Not going away kind of going away. I'm still going to, you know, be in the tri-state area. Don't be worried, Perry the Platypus. We'll still get to play checkers and sit and watch the stars and all the things we normally do."

"Grr-rrr-rrr," chattered Perry the Platypus.

I sighed.

"It's just that this big tall building is getting a little hard to take care of at my age," I said despondently. "I'm downsizing."

Perry the Platypus looked at me suspiciously.

"What?" I cried. "It's a new modern trend. Everyone is doing it."

Perry looked satisfied with that answer.

"I think I'll move into something a little smaller, some place that'll have room for me and my stuff and is low maintenance, you know? Like, who wants to be maintaining instead of enjoying retirement? Anyway, I have a decent house hunting budget. From Charlene's alimony checks and stuff. Maybe you can help me search, Perry the Platypus! By the way, when are you going to get your own place and settle down?"

Just then the doorbell rang.

"Oh, that must be Vanessa," I said. "She and her husband, your owner with the green hair; they're back in town. Vanessa told me she would be coming over to help me with packing my stuff. Wanna help?"

"Grr-rrr-rrr," chattered Perry the Platypus.

"Please?" I asked in my sweetest voice.

Perry started piling some lab coats into a box, so I took his answer to be a yes.

"Thank you, Perry the Platypus," I said appreciatively.

I went to the door and opened it.

"Vanessa!" I exclaimed. "How good it is to see you again! I haven't seen my baby girl in forever," I said giving her a big hug.

"Dad, stop. You're embarrassing me," she said, but she was smiling and gave me a hug and a kiss.

She walked into the hall and looked around at all my stuff.

"And thank you for using the front door!" I called after her. "Not like Perry the Platypus over her used to do," I said jokingly.

But seriously. Do you know how many times I had to pay to fix all of Perry the Platypus's little entrances?

"Oh, I didn't see you over there, Perry," said Vanessa. "How's it going?"

"Grr-rrr-rrr," chattered Perry the Platypus.

"So, Dad, what should I start packing?" Vanessa asked.

"Um… there's a lot of metal and junk and spare parts from old inators and stuff over there near my bedroom. Can you help me with that?"

"Sure," said Vanessa.

Perry the Platypus, Vanessa, and I were talking and packing for about an hour when Vanessa found something interesting.

"Hey, Dad!" Vanessa called out from across the room. "What's this?"

She was holding something in her hand, but my aging eyes couldn't make out what it was.

"Bring it over here, Vanessa," I called back. "I'm getting old. I can't see like I used to."

Vanessa walked over and showed me a handheld gun-like object.

"Hmmm…," I said. "That's my Amnesia-inator. I thought I dismantled all of my old inators? How did that end up over there? You know, that's kind of ironic, because I forgot. And it's the Amnesia-inator, and, you know, like memory…"

No one reacted.

"Oh well," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Just be careful with it."

"I will, Dad," Vanessa said as she started walking back across the room. "I'm a grown woman now, you kno-"

"Whoops!"

Vanessa had tripped on a loose bolt on the floor and fallen down.

The Amnesia-inator fell out of her hand and landed on the ground.

It broke into a million tiny little pieces, but not before it fired a single red laser that flew out of my building and out into Danville.

I sighed. Accidentally setting off inators runs in the family, I guess.

"Well, I hope that didn't hit anybody," I said concernedly.

"Me too," said Vanessa.

"Anyway, you want some hot chocolate?" I asked Perry and Vanessa. "I'm making a pot right now."

"Grr-rrr-rrr," chattered Perry the Platypus.

"Perry the Platypus, don't get mad at me for leaving the stove unattended. It's not evil. I promise."