Bop bop bop bop to the- oh. You're actually reading the second chapter? Well um...thank you. Enjoy~
"Thank you, thank you." A bald, skinny evil scientist with an odd and annoying voice said in gratitude to the man of the podium who had been clapping.
"Silence!" The figure commanded.
"No one tells Aloyse Everheart Elizabe-!" A purple beam shot from the podium and at the scientist, not hitting him, but making a point. He clammed right up.
Straining his eyes Perry could just see the outline of the scientist on the podium, but he was too far back in the shadow of a L.O.V.E M.U.F.F.I.N banner. Letting go of agent W Perry made to run at the shadowed figure only to have a purple laser beam hit the ground in front of his feet.
A few burnt off strands of teal hair floated down from his head.
So that was out.
Looking again at his fellow agents he found they were looking at him. Well he had just been shot at.
He looked back up to the podium. And felt the others do the same.
"Evil scientists." The voice scoffed nearly spitting in disgust. "None of you are evil scientists."
This caused an uproar among the maniacal hand rubbing bunch.
A few well aimed beams silenced the room again.
During this Perry ventured three steps forward. If mr. Sinister podium guy was busy shooting at his own flock he couldn't possibly be focusing on Perry.
He noticed a few of the surer footed agents did the same moments later. Good, he decided, even if it was slow going they would get to the podium.
"No. Not evil scientists." Mr. Sinister podium guy continued. "Just social outcasts in lab coats fighting a pointless war with fedora wearing flea-bags."
He heard a squeak of rage from agent M and prayed it wasn't enough to merit another strike from the beam.
He sighed in relief as time revealed that it wasn't.
"You worthless morons have had one useful invention between the lot of you. This 'humanizer-inator-atron-ray' as you call it. And one more useful invention from a foolish individual much to open in sharing his schemes." The shadowed man chuckled. "His turn-everything-evil-inator has sadly been the only success in his life. The rest has been wrought with failure. How trite."
Low blow Mr. Sinister podium guy. That's my evil scientist you're calling a trite failure.
True or not, and it was a definite not. Perry wasn't going to let anyone mock Heinz.
Slowly as so not to draw attention to himself Perry raised his hand up to his seemingly shrunken fedora and sent out a distress signal.
Everyone's hat began beeping in response all at once and in the commotion he took a daring dash forward.
When no beam incinerated him for his motion he couldn't help but smirk. For all of ten seconds before the beam began firing off and knocking the hats off of his fellow agents heads.
It was frightening to say the least.
At least no one was hurt. One thing Perry could say for Mr. Sinister podium guy was that he had good aim.
That, a laser, and a dangerous temper.
The guy couldn't possibly watch everyone at once, but what with him being in the shadows and all Perry had no way of knowing where he was looking.
He had no more means of a stealthy distraction and movement would surely be rewarded with the same sudden zap it had been before.
So what was there? What could save the day?
Well there was the chance that Carl would show up in his noisy supped up ice cream truck in response to the distress call, but Perry didn't want to have to count on that.
Two things hit Perry at once.
One: Mr. Sinister podium guy had just said he has Heinzs' turn-everything-evil-inator. That's what he'd been firing so teasingly at agent and scientist alike.
And two: He was right under the podium. His new human legs had carried him further than he'd anticipated they would.
A shot from the purple beam wouldn't kill him, he still had his hat and all of the weaponry in it, and he was managing his new body fairly well. That was some comfort, right?
Despite knowing this he was still hesitant about moving. Mr. Sinister podium guy continued to monoluge about this and that giving Perry ample opportunity to catch him off guard.
He looked back at his fellow agents and was shocked to see a surprising amount of them stairing at him, open mouthed. Mouthing for him to go in their individual species dialect.
He nodded at them and closing his eyes for a moment to steel himself prepared to jump at the podium.
He was halted by a distant, but closing ice cream truck jingle.
Carl plowed through a wall before dizzily exiting the vehical. "I'm here to save-."
He was struck by the purple beam and Perry groaned as he heard the familiar manical laughter of the evil Doctor Coconut.
Okay so I lied about dialogue. Sue me~ You read this far I must be doing something right.