This is the sequel to The Animal Accident. As you can see, it's called Perry the What? I hope you enjoy it! Maybe this one will have a happier ending… ;) And yes I know it's short, but it's only the prologue. Remember: I'm not sure when I'll be able to update. So just bare with me. Thanks :)

Perry POV

Another normal day. I've come to hate normal days. They're dreadfully boring and filled with all things, but her.

Morning: I wake up on Phineas' bed and get breakfast. Early afternoon: I go to AWACA and stop Doofenshmirtz. Middle/Late Afternoon: I come home just in time for snacks. Evening: I spend time with my family (unless an emergency occurs). And repeat.

This is how it's been for years and this is how it always will be. Well, there was this one time… But that's over now. It will never happen again. I know I should get over it, but I can't. My life is spiraling downward. I'm sure everyone can tell. And I do mean everyone. Phineas, Ferb, Major Monogram, even Carl. I should be over it already; I mean it's been a year. Though technically, it's been eleven months, nine days, fifteen hours, and twenty-two minutes. And in the evenings, when I'm free to do whatever I wish, I torture myself with beautifully painful memories and dreams of things that can never be.

I'm so hopeless.

Let's get things straight: I don't regret it. Let me just say that right now. There is not a bone is my body that regrets what happened. I would rather die than regret it. (…Okay, that's a bit extreme, but you get it right?) There's only one problem. It's not terrible, just confusing. Can you believe it? Me, Perry, who used to be confident about everything, is confused. Frankly, it's terrifying. I don't know. I just don't know.

What am I?

Seriously. What am I? I don't feel like a platypus anymore. Not a full one. I'm constantly thinking about a girl. A human girl. And I really like her and it's not in the pet-owner relationship category. It's in the… I suppose you can call it the Forbidden Love category.

I shiver. A Forbidden Love category… I've never experienced anything like this before. I like it. It's exhilarating and nerve-wracking. The only problem is that I'm a platypus. I'm the Perry the Platypus: Secret Agent extraordinaire. I have no time for petty love or for hopeless dreams. Only time for stopping the bad guys… Or so Major Monogram constantly reminds me.

I flip over once again in Phineas' bed, trying to get comfortable. Monogram's words echoed in my mind. 'You know Perry, I was young and in love once. She was the best thing that ever happened to me… Until that fateful day. I saw her Perry. I saw her with that… That waiter. Holding hands and talking and being… Oh it was horrible! Never fall in love Perry. Never.' How am I supposed to take that in? Then he goes and tells me to take the next day off. He doesn't realize that doesn't help with my "love" problem. Now, rather than having only half a day to torture myself, I have a full day. Ode to joy.

Sighing, I decide to go back to my musings. What am I? I'm not fully platypus… And I'm definitely not a human. My appearance can testify to that… So what am I? Not fully platypus, not fully human… I'm just some sad creature that had the pleasant misfortune to have his whole world turned upside down.

I became a human. Can you believe it? I, a platypus, became a human being! It was awful at first, but there was this girl –isn't there always a girl?– and then these things that are called feelings emerged. Not that I don't have feelings as a platypus. It's just that human feelings are so much more. It's more intense and more passionate and more...everything! The downside was that the world that came with a human Perry was bad. Very bad. Vanessa and I had to change it. We couldn't allow her dad (and her second-dimension dad) from destroying the entire planet. We stopped him, but at a price. By coming back from the future, I became an animal again. Ever since, I've plagued my mind with our last (and first) kiss.

Isn't my life just peachy?

Phineas POV

"Hey Ferb?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think something's wrong with Perry?"

Ferb looked up from his history book and cast his eyes toward our animal friend.

"I'm worried about him," I admitted. Perry hasn't been himself for… Well, for about a year give or take. Is it possible for an animal to be depressed?

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Before, I could open my mouth, Ferb spoke what was exactly on my mind. Funny how we weren't blood-related brothers, yet we still act like twins.

"Remember when Mr. Frazier got on that tangent yesterday?" He asked.

I smiled, "Ferb, I know what we're going to do on this beautiful Saturday."

And I certainly did. Today, I'm going to be Therapist Phineas: The Animal Whisperer.