A/N: Here is the second chapter. I hope you like.
"So, Perry the Platypus, I suppose you're wondering why you're caught in a trap of torn-up newspaper," Dr. Doofenshmirtz said as he paced in front of the tangled platypus. "I'm saving money on traps for you, and I had a bunch of old newspapers lying around. But that's not part of my evil scheme today." He grabbed the edge of a tarp, and yanked it back dramatically. "BEHOLD! My Acknowledge-the-Loser-Inator!" He rubbed his hands in glee, a not-so-evil-more-like-slightly-disturbing grin appearing on his face. "One zap with this baby, and everyone will have the irresistible urge to ignore the winner, and congratulate the loser. I will enter hundreds of competition, and become the biggest loser in the entire TRI-STATE AREA!" He threw out his arms for dramatic effect, and laughed manically. Perry rolled his eyes, a blank expression on his face.
Meanwhile, Isabella, Baljeet and Buford were searching the backyard, and the house in search of Phineas and Ferb's pet platypus. Isabella was investigating the side of the Flynn-Fletcher house, near where she had last seen Perry. She was looking among the flower beds, when a trap door opened, showering her in dirt.
"Well that was unexpected," she said, brushing dirt off her hair and shoulders. "Hey, guys! I think I've found something!"
"What is it?" Baljeet asked, as he and Buford knelt down by Isabella to peer into the hole.
"I dunno," Buford said. "But I bet that's where Perry went."
"What make you say that?"
"Secret agent," Buford said, as if it were obvious. "Fedora?" He knocked Baljeet on the head and pointed at the hole. "That's his secret entrance to his HQ!"
"Where did Isabella go?" Baljeet asked, changing the subject.
"WHEEEEeeee!" was the answer, and both boys knew she had gone down the hole.
"Wait for us!" Buford exclaimed. He grabbed Baljeet and threw him down the hole before following.
Isabella landed safely in a chair, facing a giant TV screen. Baljeet fell into her lap on his stomach, looking absolutely terrified. They both looked up at the sound of yelling, and Buford's bottom half emerged from the tube, only to get stuck. The smaller kids took the opportunity to get out of the way, before the bully fell into the chair, too.
"That was fun," he said.
"If you define fun as soiling your underpants," Baljeet moaned.
"Look at this place!" Isabella exclaimed, stretching out her arms. "This is so cool!"
"You sure this isn't something Phineas and Ferb built?" Buford asked. "'Cuz it looks like something they would build."
"Why would they build this awesome place, and not show us?" Isabella asked. Buford shrugged. Just then, the TV came on.
"Agent P, you're back already?" The man on the screen had white hair, and a moustache. The three kids had no idea who he was.
"Who's Agent P?" Isabella asked.
"Great googly moogly!" the man exclaimed. "How did you get in here?"
"The tube."
"Well, get back to where you came from, and forget all about this." The three children stayed where they were. "Carl, who are these kids?"
"Friends of Agent P's owners," the intern answered.
"Agent P must by Perry!" Isabella exclaimed excitedly.
"Told ya!" Buford said, nudging Baljeet hard in the ribs. Baljeet rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I still say it is too outlandish."
Isabella noticed a button on the side of the chair. It was labeled 'instant transport to Doofienshmirtz'.
"Who's Doofenshmirtz?" she asked.
"No one you need to know about," Monogram said hastily. Buford grabbed Baljeet by his overall straps, and Isabella held onto the chair, and pressed the button. The chair fell into the floor.
"Oh, poopy..." Monogram groaned.
A/N: Please review.