Olivia: Hey guys! Remember when I said I would post the next chapter in a few days? Well, I lied.

Desirae: That's a first.

Olivia: Are you being sarcastic?

Desirae: Actually, this time I'm being sincere. I'm the one that usually lies.

Olivia: Does this mean the very fabric of space and time is unraveling? Did we bring on the apocalypse?

Desirae: You just made things weird. Just post the chapter already.

Olivia: Okay, well, here it is! Thanks to WordNerb93 for being the only reviewer, being that the last chapter was only posted a few hours ago because I apparently have insomnia.

Desirae: Or just too hopped up on caffeine and sugar to go to bed.

Olivia: That too.

Desirae: Insomniacs on caffeine. Only you, Liv. Anyway, we don't own Phineas and Ferb, and we hope you enjoy the double post.

Perry just stood there as the black and white image on the screen cast shadows across the floor. There, in a cage just like his own except for its size, were the boys, his boys, sitting on what looked like oversized pillows or more likely couch cushions.

How could he be so blind to what was happening? Doofenshmirtz had been carrying the cereal the boys ate at home. He hadn't been there when Perry came to thwart him. The boys hadn't been home when Perry got back. Perry even had a sense something bad had happened, and he didn't make the connection.

If Dr. Doofenshmirtz had the boys, was it all Perry's fault? Did this mean that Doofenshmirtz had discovered his identity and targeted Phineas and Ferb to get to him? And more importantly, if his cage had a self-destruct box, then did the boys' have one too? Sure, Doof had said so, but surely he was bluffing, right? But if it was a bluff, then why hadn't his brilliant, innovative boys found some way to escape? It was at this point Perry realized he was hyperventilating.

"Wow, I didn't realize this would affect you so much." Perry turned, with his mouth still open in shock and his eyes still wide with fear, to Dr. Doofenshmirtz, who really did look surprised.

"I mean you've literally just been standing there for the past," he checked his watch briefly, "I don't know, my watch broke, but it was a long time. You've usually thwarted me by this point. I knew my reasoning was correct. If the innocent were at risk, you would be helpless to stop me. In fact, I even chose these two specifically because they were innocent and had a platypus. Did you know their platypus is named 'Perry' too? I mean, what are the odds right? Two Perry the Platypuses!"

Perry furrowed his brow in confusion. So this meant Doofenshmirtz didn't know his identity? Perry didn't know whether to feel relief that his cover was safe or angry that his boys were targeted when all they were guilty of was having a pet. He decided angry was more appropriate. No, not angry. What was most appropriate was burning fury that rivaled the white-hot intensity of ten thousand suns.

Clenching his fist, he felt the sudden, all consuming urge to attack his nemesis with very ounce of force he could summon. With every deeply drawn breath, he wanted to make the man suffer in ways he never thought he was capable of imagining. These thoughts, which would horrify him in any normal setting, seemed to fuel his anger and beckon him to action. If not for the cage, Doof would be as good as destroyed.

Looking for a way out, his anger escaped in the form of a low growl. It wasn't his usual angry chatter, but a threatening, feral growl. Doofenshmirtz actually backed up a few steps.

"Whoa, there buddy, I didn't know you'd get that mad. Sheesh, if I didn't know better, I'd think you knew them or something." This comment brought Perry back to earth and he felt his body go lax though he still felt tense inside. Doofenshmirtz, as thick as he could be, was known to have quite a few moments of actual genius. If Perry went on like this, his cover could possibly be blown. If that happened, what kind of situation would the boys be in then? Or could their situation get any worse?

There were so many questions and anxieties going through Perry's head, he was getting a headache. He needed time to think. Despite how hard it was, and it would be hard, he needed to calm down. At the very least, he needed to clear his head so he could come up with a rescue plan. He was a secret agent, he had to act like one. All this happened only a few seconds, as Doofenshmirtz continued his rant.

"Anyway, Perry the Platypus, you stay here and don't move or I'll press this button," he pulled a red button out of his coat and set it on the table, "then the boys' cage will go kaboom! In the meantime, I've got an –inator to activate!"

As Doofenshmirtz started walking toward the machine, Perry found himself almost hoping it would work. If Doofenshmirtz won, he just might let the boys go. Doofenshmirtz may rule the Tri-State Area, but it was worth it if his owners were safe.

To Perry, Doof couldn't move fast enough. Every step seemed to take three times, thrice, as long as it should. Thankfully, though, the scientist was almost beside the –inator. Just a few more steps…

"It's muffin time, sir!" Norm came out with a muffin on a plate and a cup of coffee. Doofenshmirtz turned to the robot angrily.

"Muffin time won't make up for you shaking my soda can, Norm! Now take it away, you're ruining my dramatic moment! I was walking in slow motion and everything." The robot took a step forward.

"But Dad," he said just before he tripped over the rug and coffee fell on the Anti-Ink-Corporated-Inator's control panel, causing it to short circuit and self destruct. Dr. Doofenshmirtz brought his hands to the sides of his head in panic.

"NOOO! Not my Anti-Ink-Corporated-Inator! Curse you Norm the Squirrel-Powered Robot!"

OOOOOOO

"Well, Ferb," Phineas began with a sigh, "I don't think I can see any way around it. I guess I'll just have to give in and accept it." With an air of defeat, he laid his hand of cards down and looked back up and Ferb.

"You win this round. Okay, now let's get back to finding a way out of here," he clapped his hands together, stood up, and surveyed the room yet again.

"Let's see, we've already tried squeezing through the bars, there's nothing we can use to dig our way out or break the floorboard with, we don't have the materials for a transporter, we lack the resources to turn the bars to rubber, and a pipe bomb is far too dangerous and could possibly set off the destruct box prematurely. Of course, picking the lock is out unless we want to, you know, blow up and stuff. Hmm, you got any ideas?"

His brother shrugged and looked around the room yet again. Phineas scratched his ear and scanned the room for about the thousandth time. So far he'd learned a lot of things about it.

For example, the ceiling had exactly a hundred and seventy tiles. The desk had a bottle of hand sanitizer on the side closest to them near the wall, but the lid was missing. There was a small camera in the upper right corner of the room behind them, which Phineas assumed was there so that the secret agent Dr. Doofenshmirtz was talking about could see them. The desk had something blue just peeking out of the drawer.

"Wait," Phineas said as he looked back at the desk, "I didn't notice that before. What do you think that blue thing is?" Ferb followed Phineas' gaze and walked up to the bars to see it better. He turned back to his brother with the verdict.

"It appears to be a blueprint of some kind." Phineas snapped his fingers.

"Hey, do you think it's for the self destruct box?"

"Perhaps."

"Sweet! If they're the right blueprints, we could use them to deactivate the box safely, pick the lock, and then we'll be home free! Ferb, gum me." Ferb rolled his eyes at Phineas.

"Please."

"Wow, you're really chatty right now. I have to say, I'm impressed. But seriously though, we'll need gum."

Olivia: There. Two in one night.

Desirae: I don't get it. Why don't they just try and figure out the mechanism themselves? I mean, they've figure out some of Doof's other inventions.

Olivia: Because the device itself is self destruct box, not a machine that contains a self destruct feature. Would you try and disarm a bomb with no idea how it works?

Desirae: I guess you have a point. Say, what happened to your cat?

Olivia: What do you mean?

Desirae: Did you save it from your sociopathic cousin's truck back in whatever month it was?

Olivia: Oh yea, he was fine. Nothing a few treats couldn't fix.

Desirae: And people wonder why your cat is so fat.

Olivia: He is not fat! He's fluffy!

Desirae: Sure, whatever you say. Please review!