Perry moved Snugglebear out of the way so he could get in his pet bed.

The concoction he had bought from Chase had worked beautifully. Now both boys were relatively conscious again, and their fevers had gone down.

All that was left to do for the night was fall asleep without giving any thought to how many germs were floating around in the room.

Perry stamped on his pillow a couple of times to soften it up before he flopped down onto it. Within seconds, he was asleep.

When Perry woke up, Ferb was at the computer. Phineas was peeking over his shoulder.

"Watcha playin'?" Perry asked.

"Ferb's playing Dinovillage 63." Phineas said, with a cough.

"Hush." Ferb said. "I have to sneak my pterodactyl past this brontosaurus."

"Why is your pterodactyl wearing a beanie hat?" Perry asked.

"He likes it." Ferb said defensively.

Suddenly, the brontosaurus let out a roar. A volcano exploded.

Phineas coughed. "Quick, Ferb! Grab the Jurassic Coin and get out of there!"

"But I don't have enough Turbo Ptero power!"

"THEN PRESS THE A KEY SEVEN TIMES!" Phineas shouted. "You know what happens if your dinosaur gets covered in lava!"

"That would be the end of his beanie hat." Perry said.

"No, the computer will…" Phineas began.

Ferb banged on the A key. But it was too late. The lava filled the whole screen.

"GAME OVER" said the computer.

The computer burst into flame. The smoke detector started to beep.

"PHINEAS AND FERB!" Linda called from downstairs. "YOU HAD BETTER NOT BE PLAYING THAT DINOVILLAGE GAME AGAIN!"

"Mom's home!" Phineas cheered. He weakly made his way toward the door.

Ferb extinguished the fire with a small device and followed his brother.

Perry happily sat down and waited for their return. He was glad they were feeling better.

Perry handed his forms to Monogram.

"Thank you." Monogram said, looking the medical forms over. "You're not due for any vaccines, so I think you can head back home. Don't forget to come in to work tomorrow."

Perry headed for the elevator and nearly crashed into Pinky.

"I… um…" Pinky began.

Perry pushed past him and got in the elevator. Pinky followed.

"You don't live in my house." Perry reminded him.

"I live across the street. I can get there from your backyard."

Perry shrugged.

"Perry, believe me. I really am sorry. I don't want you to stop being yourself. You're one of the most amazing agents ever. And you're my best friend."

Perry didn't answer him.

"And… if you can't forgive me, then I understand." Pinky said softly.

"I did forgive you." Perry muttered. "I just don't want you to tell me that something's okay just because you think it will make me feel better."

"I seriously miss your humor." Pinky said. "You're not the same."

Perry kind of smiled. "Fine. Just don't invite me to any Deloulou movies so I won't get on your nerves again."

"You can make fun of Delores and Timothy all you want!" Pinky said, giving him a hug.

"Timothy? That was his name? They never mentioned it in the whole stinkin' thing!" Perry pushed the elevator button. It started to rise.

"Yes, but that's just the art of it."

"The ART of it? Oh, so not telling anyone your name is artistic, is it? 'Hey, what's your name?' 'Oh, sorry, I'm too artistic to tell you.' 'Gosh, dude, what's your problem?' Maybe that's why the only friend that guy could get was Demphorez."

"I missed ya, Perry." Pinky said.

"I was starting to go a little stir-crazy myself." Perry admitted.