Hey, there! Welcome to another story by me, Oreo! Sorry for the inactivity lately; my muse has been low. Well, there's nothing else to say except let's get started!


It started out as any other ordinary day for Perry the Platypus.

While Phineas, Ferb and their friends were busy building another contraption, the small blue monotreme whipped on his trademark fedora, pressed a button on the side of the tree in the backyard, opened a trapdoor, and jumped through, free-falling through the underground and into his orange chair. The screen before him flickered on immediately.

"Good morning, Agent P," Major Monogram said, looking the same as ever, if a bit bored. "Our numerous cameras in Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. show that, over the past week, Doof has been working on a new invention. What we can't figure out is what this new invention will do. He hasn't tested it out or accidentally left his notes lying around the lab for us to find, as usual."

"It's true!" Carl chimed in. "I searched all the camera screens. No notes. No anything! And he hasn't left the inator out, either-"

"Carl, this is my briefing! Get back behind the camera!" the major interrupted, then continued. "As Carl just told you, Dr. Doofenshmirtz isn't taking any chances with his inator. He's got it locked away instead of out in the open like usual. Your mission is the usual; find out what exactly the inator does, and then make sure Doof doesn't have the chance to use it. If he's taking such pains to keep it safe, then it must do something big. Good luck, Agent P!"

Agent P saluted, then ran across the room and hopped into his hovercar, rising up through the launch tube and out of sight.


Not long after, Agent P kicked down Dr. Doofenshmirtz's door. An unexpected sight met his eyes.

Dr. Doofenshmirtz's head poked out from behind an enormous inator hidden beneath a beige cloth. He appeared to be trying to push it out of the next room and failing miserably.

"Oh, hello, Perry the Platypus," the evil doctor shouted to Perry. "Would you be a dear and just help me move this onto the truck bed over there?" He nodded to the center of the room, where he had parked a large truck.

Perry debated for a second, sighed, and then reluctantly helped Doof push the inator into the truck.

"Thank you, Perry the Platypus," said Dr. Doofenshmirtz, dusting off his hands. He snapped his fingers, and a cage dropped onto Perry, attaching itself to the floor of the truck.

"Now, I bet you're wondering what that was you helped me load, right?" Without pausing, the doctor continued, "Well, that was my newest inator. I can't show it to you yet-I have to drive it into town first-but let me tell you, it's one of my most diabolical inators yet!

"You remember my Ultimate-Evil-Inator? The one that backfired horribly and turned that unpaid intern from OWCA into a highly competent villain?"

Perry's eyes widened slightly. He remembered the Ultimate-Evil-Inator very well.

"Yes, that one. Well," Doof continued, "I've made a variation of that! Yes, but this will be different. See, I built another Evil-Inator, but this time, I'm going to drive it into town and announce it to the public. Then, I'll shoot myself with it, making me a highly evil villain, much better than I already am. I'll demand that the citizens of Danville make me their leader, and they'll comply, because they'll be so afraid of me!"

The evil doctor took a few seconds to laugh evilly. "And there's nothing you can do about it!"

Perry rolled his eyes.


"Phineas! Ferb!" Linda shouted from inside the house.

"Yeah, Mom?" Phineas replied, tinkering with the controls of their latest invention.

"We're heading into town. Bring your friends with you. There's some sort of commotion down there-I just got a call from Jeremy's mother," was the reply.

"What's that all about?" Isabella asked as she hammered a sheet of metal into place.

"It seems that we'll have to put this on hold," replied Ferb.

Buford poked his head out from behind an enormous load of wood board he and Baljeet were carrying into the yard. "Does that mean we can put this down?" he asked.

"Yes," Baljeet added. "My arm muscles are getting quite sore."

"What arm muscles?" Buford joked.

I guess so," Phineas said, answering their question. "Come on, guys, let's go!"

Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, Buford, and Baljeet left the half-finished invention in the backyard and walked into the driveway.

Linda was waiting in the car, where Candace also sat unhappily in the passenger seat. No doubt she'd been in the middle of a call to Stacy or some such.

"Jump in, kids," their mother said, smiling at Phineas. "We should get to Main Street soon."

After all six children were packed into the car ("I am not a child!" Candace shouted at the narrator.), Phineas suddenly realized something.

"Hey!" he said. "Where's Perry?"