There's no escape. This story won't stop grabbing me at ungodly morning hours. Seriously. It's two am. I could be sleeping, right now. So happily dreaming, but noooo. And I haven't been getting any reviews, which kinda hurts my feelings, but then again I'm guilty of not reviewing stories that I actually go back and re-read more than one once which is crappy of me. Maybe this is karma. Maybe I should go to sleep soon...

"If you want to get anything done, Youll take out Agent P." Carl's flip-side informed Mr. Sinister podium guy.

The O.W.C.A did not pay Perry enough for this.

He knew a reversion could be done, Carl wasn't done for or evil for good, but he was clever and ruthless. And kind of annoying...

The shadowed man seemed to consider this. "He is no match for me." He said finally

"You have to take him out. He's skilled, ruthless, and annoying." Doctor coconut informed his compatriarch sternly.

"Fine, fine. Where is he?"

Okay, no more stalling. Perry lunged at the podium gasping in shock as he was suddenly encased in ice, unable to move, and falling fast.

Although somewhat muffled he could hear Carls laughter. It was an ice cream truck after all. What kind of secret agents undercover ice cream truck didn't have an ice laser feature? If nothing else it would certainly help with traffic.

"That. That's Agent P."

"How did he get under my podium undetected!?" Mspg demanded.

"Never mind that. Don't hit anyone else with the laser, or they'll all want a to overthrow you and take out the mayor or some such thing."

Perry managed a relieved sigh. At least he wouldn't have to deal with any evil secret agents. The ice in front of his bill fogged with his warm breath. He huffed again a few more times. It would be slow going, but he could get out of this.

His legs were still frozen by the time Carl, Mspg was too busy being enthralled with the idea of another, real evil person, noticed him.

"Agent P's escaping!" Carl exclaimed and seconds later a purple beam shrouded the Agent.

Oh. So this is evil. Well.

Perry brought his forearm down sharply, breaking the ice in two. He then raised each leg individually slamming it into the ground and shattering its encasement.

He then lunged again at the spg managing to tackle him. Carl ran for the ice cream truck intent on reaching the ice ray.

An idea struck Perry as he struck his opponent. Jerking an elbow into no mans land he knocked his opponent from the floating podium and cackled as a sickening crack came from the mans fallen body.

Then carrying out his idea he hit Carl with the ray, and rather than zapping him once he held down the button and the beam stayed holding Carl in place. In an Indiana Jones fashion he grabbed a sack of sand from his fedora and quickly switched it out for his hand. The button held, and no boulders came rolling out of a wall, nor did any snakes slither out, litterly nothing changed.

Satisfied Perry turned towards the petrified Agents and smiled. He couldn't let them leave, they'd get in his way, but he could enjoy their company right up until the end. He had only one thought and he told it to the masses happily, "There will be blood."

Or you know, a blow to the back of the head.

Stupid plot bunnys. Enjoy the cliff hanger. I'm going to sleep now.