Phineas and Ferb quickly finished up the animal translators that they had been working on and all five of the new recruits had them in and waited to test them. Perry was now pacing in front of the five teenagers alone. Pinky had to go on assignment and Darwin had been called back in to go home, apparently, his owners were worried. Perry didn't know what to tell them, so he had handed them each a file about the "Second Dimension" incident. In the one he had given Phineas, he had made sure there was a note about Isabella liking him and that she had kissed him before their memories were wiped. Under that little sticky note, Phineas blushed as he found a picture of it taped to the file folder. Isabella blushed as she found a similar note with the same picture attached. She gave a silent glare to Perry, who she was surprised to see actually glared back at her a little, but with a devious smirk.

"So let me get this straight, we had our minds wiped?" Baljeet was the first to ask, as he was always worrying about losing his intelligence.

Perry sighed. It wasn't the best starter, but it was something at least. He rolled his eyes as he noticed the Hindu boy start to panic. "Relax, Baljeet, it only took away that one day's memories. I'm just surprised that all fit in a day, but then again, I guess you've all done more impressive things." He glanced at Ferb who hadn't opened his folder yet.

Ferb was still looking at Perry, as though trying to figure out something. Finally Ferb spoke, but it wasn't what Perry expected to hear. "Why do you sound like Mark Harmon?" The others tried and failed to stifle their laughter, but couldn't help it. Buford was the first to start and the last to stop, and only when Perry had glared at him.

"Maybe it has something to do with your translators, who knows." Perry rolled his eyes. Ferb smirked. Almost all the tension in the room was now gone. For a guy who didn't talk much, Ferb sure knew how to loosen the tension in a room. "I don't suppose someone has another question for me?"

This time Phineas asked one. "How long have you been an agent?"

Perry opened his mouth to answer but found himself afraid to. He looked at his boys and sighed. If he was going to train them to defend themselves and help out around the place, then they needed to trust him, or at least understand that he trusted them. "I believe I was brought here a week after I was born, though Monogram thinks I was a month old. I wasn't even a full year old when you both adopted me, Phineas." Perry sat down on the floor in front of them, trying to think of how to prove to them that he trusted them.

"So… you basically know nothing but the agency and us?" Phineas asked. Perry looked up at the boy and noticed his confused face.

Perry grimaced. "I remember everything up till the day I hatched. I've lived quite the eventful life for a mammal that 'doesn't do much.'" He smirked as the teens grimaced. Whenever someone asked about Perry, Phineas and the others would always say, "He's a platypus, he doesn't do much." It always amused him when even though they thought that, they still loved him.

"Did you have a family before us?" Ferb asked quietly. Perry looked the green haired boy in the face and looked at his worry filled eyes.

Perry sighed. "Yes, but I like my human family better. Mind you, my dad's amazing, and my big sister can probably kick my tail, but…"

"Whoa, wait, you have a sister?" Buford interrupted with a grin on his face. "And she can kick your tail? Man, you must not be a strong fighter Perry!" Buford laughed.

"Um, Buford…!" Phineas was about to defend his pet, now that he remembered the 2nd dimension incident a little better since reading the files, he knew that Perry was not an agent to be messed with.

Perry put a hand up to stop his owner from defending him. He smirked. Kicking human but was his specialty. "I take it you want to start training already to see if you can kick my tail?"

"If I'm allowed to go all out, then I'll kick your beaver tail all across Danville!" Buford challenged the little platypus, standing at full height and looking down at the little teal mammal.

Perry sighed. "Trust me, you can go as hard as you want, but I'm going to have to go easy on you, kid. Just because you play football doesn't mean you can take on the world just yet." He backed up and walked to a fight mat in the room. It was usually used for evaluations or just some harmless sparring between agents. He got to one end of the mat. "Let's see what you've got, Buford."

Phineas and Ferb were about to object until they noticed Perry's apologetic gaze towards them. It was his promise to not hurt their friend. "Alright, but tell me when ta stop. I don't want to go about breaking ya." Buford grunted as he got to the other end of the sparring mat.

Perry looked to Ferb. "Ferb, can you start for us? I promise you, I won't hurt him." Ferb glanced between the two and then nodded silently. Perry smiled weakly. He didn't want to hurt his friends, especially the boys that he thought of as his own brothers, even though they didn't know. He'd do anything for those boys.

Ferb raised his hand to warn them that they were about to start, and then lowered it to start the fight. Buford immediately rushed towards Perry, making Phineas flinch. Isabella and Baljeet closed their eyes, hoping not to see the little platypus beaten into the ground.

Phineas and Ferb watched the fight, if you could call it that, intensely. They had to restrain themselves from jumping in and trying to protect Perry, but after a few seconds they realized that Perry wasn't even fighting. He was dodging!

Perry ducked and dodged every attack that Buford had tried to land on him, never losing his hat from his head. All the while, he was lecturing the young man. "Now see, you're just rushing in. You're too used to attacking tall opponents. What happens when fighting something or someone smaller than you?"

Buford on the other hand was feeling steamed. He was being beaten by a platypus! Not only that, but Perry the Platypus, the pet of the two geeks that he hung out with all the time, the pet that they all thought didn't do much, was dodging his every move! Even his kicks! "How are you doing this?" He gasped as he was starting to lose breath.

"I'm a specially trained agent known as Agent P. I fight humans and other animals every day just for the exercise. This? This is just like what they had me train against when I was a pup. Mind you, it wasn't a human that was swinging the punches, but still… same principle." Perry waited patiently for the boy to either stop or continue. He was relieved when Buford just plopped to the ground tired and worn out from his attack. "That was pretty good though for someone with no actual training." Perry smirked.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." The Quarterback grumbled.

Perry shrugged. "Think what you will. It's no fur off of my back. I'll start training you tomorrow." He smirked. "Now, who wants to see my lair?"