Aussie the Platypus was hungry. Standing on his little podium all day every day with only three meals a day was no life for him. And the meals weren't what he liked, either. He didn't like the mealworms they tried to feed him, but at least it was food. What he really craved was sandwiches.

Sandwiches? Why did he crave sandwiches so much? What even WAS a sandwich?

Bread. Butter. Cheese. Pickle. Sardine. Any kind of filling you wanted.

But how did Aussie, a platypus born and bred in zoos, know what a sandwich was?

Something didn't add up.

Flashes of memory were returning to him. A man on a screen. A flying chair. A German-accented man. An explosion. Sandwiches everywhere.

Where were these memories coming from? And why couldn't he remember what happened?

Maybe if I follow what I CAN remember, I'll be able to discover the full picture, he thought.

Then he smelled something. The most wonderful smell. He inhaled deeply, his mouth watering.

Then he stopped. He had smelt that smell before. What had he done last time? The logical thing. He followed the smell into a van.

As he munched the sandwich, he noticed that the truck's door had closed. Pretty soon, the van was moving. Aussie almost panicked, but he remembered that this had happened before, so he kept calm. He wondered where he was going.

After about ten minutes, the door opened again, and a couple of men came in. They took away a few boxes, so that was when Aussie decided to make his move. He darted out of the truck and over to the familiar-looking house. He sniffed around by the wall. Why could he smell sardines so strongly?

It was a memory, he realised. He was here a while ago, and…there was a strong-smelling sandwich.

He headed over to the wall and tapped it, causing a door to open in the side of the yellow wall.

I knew it. I remember this. The sandwich was down here!

He hopped into the tunnel and slid down it, ending up in a large room that also looked familiar. He glanced up at the screen and his eyes widened. That was where he had seen the giant man with the monobrow.

And there, in front of the screen, was the flying chair. It wasn't flying right NOW, but he recognised it. It was definitely the chair that had flown him to that German guy's building.

Suddenly, someone tackled Aussie and sent him flying. Aussie let out a scream and struggled as he was pinned down by…

…a teal platypus who looked exactly like him!

Except this one was wearing a brown hat. A brown hat that looked exactly like the one Aussie had found on himself after getting back to the zoo.

"How did you get in here?" the platypus demanded. "Who are you?"

Aussie raised his hands defensively. "M-My name is Aussie. I came down a tube."

"How'd you know where to find it?" The platypus narrowed his eyes.

"I-I've been here before," stammered Aussie. "I came down here by accident; I'm a zoo platypus."

The platypus's eyes widened. "Wait…you've come down here before?"

Aussie nodded nervously. "Y-Yeah. A few weeks ago, I think. I was a bit more mindless then. I think I fought a guy in a white coat and a high-pitched voice, but I don't entirely remember."

The platypus's eyes widened even more. "YOU!"

Aussie flinched. "What…?"

"YOU're the one who fought Doof while I was at that pet wash!" The platypus slapped his forehead. "That was my hundredth battle with Doof, and you're the one who actually participated in it!"

Aussie blinked. "I have no idea what you're on about."

"I saw the footage." The platypus grinned and got off Aussie, then helped him up. "I'm Perry."

Aussie was about to introduce himself, when he realised he had already done that.

"I know you were motivated by sandwiches, but you were surprisingly capable for a zoo platypus," Perry said. "I work for an organisation called O.W.C.A.: the Organisation Without a Cool Acronym."

"That IS an uncool acronym," commented Aussie.

Perry laughed. "Surprisingly, everyone I tell that says the same thing. Anyway, would you like to work for the agency?"

Aussie blinked. "The agency? You mean…the O.W.C.A.?"

Perry nodded sincerely. "You managed to defeat Doof unintentionally. That's an amazing feat. We could use you for O.W.C.A.. Unless you want to go back to the zoo, that's fine too."

Aussie hesitated, thinking. "What's the food like here?"

Perry grinned. "Really good. There're three meals a day but you can eat however much you want."

Aussie hesitated again, considering that. Fighting evil seemed a bit scary, but it also sounded really interesting. His life at the zoo was incredibly boring. Plus the food was terrible. "What would I need to do?" he asked.

Perry grinned. "Train. I'll train you a bit more, then you'll get your own home and your own nemesis."

"H-Home?" Aussie blinked. "A-An owner, you mean?"

Perry nodded. "I have the Flynn-Fletcher family as my host family. It's where you'll live while you're an agent."

"I-I won't have to live at the zoo?" Aussie gasped.

"Not if you don't want to."

Aussie slowly beamed. "Sign me up."

Perry's face turned serious. "Look, I know there are perks of the job, like meals and a family, but at the end of the day, what really matters is fighting evil, okay? If you have to choose between yourself or others, you must always choose others. Got it?"

Aussie nodded slowly. "I think so. Protect and serve, right?"

"That's DPD's motto, but that's basically the gist of it." Perry smiled. "So what do you say? Wanna become an O.W.C.A. agent?" He held out his paw.

Aussie grinned. "You bet."

He shook the paw.

…

So, yeah! XD This was recommended to me by Mythicalnightguard: a great friend of mine. It's just a oneshot at the moment, but if you'd like to see Aussie's training and him becoming an actual O.W.C.A. agent, then leave a review and tell me to continue XD