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Ferb
I scream and flail my arms, hoping to catch ahold of something—anything. My hand catches on a smooth bar and I look up. I see my pet platypus—who it turns out is actually a secret agent—and I hear my brother say “I-I'm sorry, I'm just having trouble processing this right now.” I see Perry hand him a pamphlet “So You've Discovered Your Pet is a Secret Agent..." Phineas throws it over his shoulder—a shame really, I had been hoping to read it—“I don't want your pamphlet!”
I hear a wooshing sound and I look up. I see the Playtborg diving off of the balcony towards us. “Uh oh” Phineas says, which I think is quite an understatement for our predicament.
Perry pulls on one of the ropes and we veer hard to the left. I see the Playtborg turn and look at us with a rage I never expected to see on Perry's face—and that I hope to never see again.
“He's coming back around!” My brother—redundantly—shouts.
I feel a jolt and suddenly I'm falling. We hit a roof a moment later and I tuck my arms and roll. I look up and I see the Playtborg coming back around the building towards us. I look back at Perry and see him struggling to pull his feet out of the skull.
Phineas looks at the Playtborg and then back at Perry. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” He says. He watches Perry struggle for another couple of seconds before saying “Oh, for crying out loud!”
“What, they didn't teach you how to get out of this in Spy School!?” Phineas shouts with rage.
The skull with Perry slips out of my hands and is sent flying; I gasp and reach my hands out towards him. I see the Playtborg land and turn his hand into a mace. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to curl up and not get up; I don't do any of those things, in fact I don't do anything. I'm frozen, I'm stuck. All I can do is watch as the Playtborg moves towards Perry—
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I startled awake, I didn't sit up quickly or scream—that wasn't my style. I just woke up silently, opened my eyes and looked down at the platypus laying at my feet.
I take a deep breath in an effort to calm my racing heart. I am safe, Phineas is safe, Perry is safe. Well maybe, Perry is as safe as a secret agent who fights a lunatic dressed as a pharmacist on the daily can be. I'm still not quite sure why the Amnesia-inator hadn't affected me, maybe it was that I stood close to the edge of the beam or maybe it was because I had been wearing one of the anti-green-ray vests Candace insisted we make.
Whatever the reason was, I know that I could never let anything happen to Perry. I still loved him despite learning he had lied to us; I wished I could let Perry know I still remembered the second dimension, and that I know his secret—have known for a while actually, the “secret base” that Phineas was convinced I had built was a dead give away (no one else in our family has the initial “P”)—but I understand Perry's reasons for having to pretend to just be a platypus; after all they don't do much.
Perry picked his head up and turned to look me in the eye; he chattered at me inquisitively. I pulled my hand out of the blanket and patted a spot on my bed by my chest. Perry understood what I meant and walked up to lay with me. Perry circled a few times before laying down right next to me.
I run my hand through his fur and I smile. Even though I can't let him know that I know his secret, I can still give him as much love as I can.
“Good boy” I whisper to Perry as I shut my eyes. I hug Perry close to my chest—this is one time I'm not wondering where Perry is. Perry chatters at me again; I would have sworn it sounded like he was telling me “good night”.