Authors Note: So, here's the next chapter. Yet again sorry it takes me forever to write chapters for all of my stories. I don't have much to say but everything in italics is what Agent K is saying but translated into English, And also Please review! Your reviews help me so much! THANKS, ENJOY READING!

Ch. 2

Phineas and Ferb got into bed. Phineas fell asleep quickly but Ferb lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Johnson's were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Phineas.

The Johnson's knew very well what he and Phineas thought about them and their kind... He couldn't see how he and Phineas could get mixed up in anything that might be going on - he yawned and turned over - it couldn't affect them...

How very wrong he was.

Ferb might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Maple road.. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two robots swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.

Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Maple road. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and his mustache, which were both pretty sharp looking considering that look was so 80's. He was wearing a green jacket and matching pants, almost like a jump suit. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling and his nose was nearly non-existent because it matched his face shape so well, oddly squared. This man's name was Major Monogram.

Major monogram didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where he was so unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his jump suit looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."

He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Phineas, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Monogram slipped the Put-Outer back inside his pocket and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.

"Fancy seeing you here, Agent K."

"meow" she replied.

"Agent k, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."

"Mow"

Which translated to, "I've been sitting on this brick wall for hours"

(Major monogram seemed to know exactly what the cat was saying)

"All day? When you could have been celebrating at all the office parties? I must have passed a dozen parties on my way here."

Agent K sniffed angrily.

"Mooowww"

"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently.

"Meeeeeeeooow"

"You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no - even the nangents have noticed something's going on. It was on their news."

She jerked her head back at the Flynn-fletcher dark living-room window. "I heard it. Hoards of robots, fireworks... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Fireworks down in South Danville- I'll bet that was Planty the potted plant He never had much sense."

"You can't blame them," said Monogram. "We haven't had any huge crazy office parties in 11 years."

"reowwww"

"I know that," said Agent K irritably.

"Mow mow mow mow"

"But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in nangent clothes, swapping rumors."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Monogram here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on.

"Mwoow"

"A fine thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the nangents found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Monogram?"

"It certainly seems so," said Monogram. "We have much to be thankful for.

"Agent k, why don't you just say Alter Doof? All this 'You- Know-Who' crap. - for eleven years I have been trying to tell people to call him by his real name: Alter Doof.." Agent k flinched.

"What's so bad about his name, Alter Doof, alter Doof, allty,allty,allty,Doof. See nothing happened to me if anything were to happen lighting would strike me down dead."

As soon as he said that a low-rumble of thunder could be heard. Monogram nervously laughed.

"Mow"

"The only reason that you're so comfortable saying it is because you're the only one he has ever been afraid of."

"You flatter me," said monogram calmly. "Alter Doof had powers I will never have."

"Meow"

"Only because you're too - well - noble to use them."

"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since my mailman told me she liked my new earmuffs."

Agent K shot a sharp look at Monogram and said, "mow meooowww"

"The robots are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"

It seemed that agent k had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for no cat had ever fixed Monogram with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Monogram told her it was true. Monogram,however, was distracted by his clicky pen in his back pocket and did not answer.

Agent k gave and irritated meow.

"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Alter Doof turned up in Danville. He went to find the Johnson's. The rumor is that Candace and Jeremy Johnson are - are - that they're - dead. "

Monogram bowed his head. Agent k gasped.

"mow!"

"Candace and Jeremy... I can't believe it... I didn't want to believe it... Oh, Francis..."

Monogram reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I know..." he said heavily.

"mooooowwww"

Agent k's voice trembled as she meowed on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Johnson's platypus, Perry. But - he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little platypus. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Perry , Alter Doof's power somehow broke - and that's why he's gone."

Monogram nodded glumly.

"Meow?"

"It's - it's true?" faltered agent k. "After all he's done... all the people he's killed... he couldn't kill a little platypus? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Perry survive?"

"We can only guess," said Monogram. "We may never know."

Agent k pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes. Monogram gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very old. Monogram put it back in his pocket and said, "Paul the delivery guy is late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

"Mow," said agent k.

"Meow"

"And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Perry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."

"mow?"

"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" cried agent k, jumping to her paws and pointing at number 3508. "Monogram - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this platypus - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Perry come and live here!?"

"It's the best place for him," said Monogram firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"meow?"

"A letter?" repeated agent k faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Monogram, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous - a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Perry the Platypus day in the future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!"

"Exactly," said Monogram, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! You see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"

Agent k opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said,

"Meow"

"Yes - yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Monogram?" She eyed his jacket suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Perry In it.

"Paul the delivery guy is bringing him."

"Mow?!" agent k said shocked

"You think it - wise - to trust a delivery guy with something as important as this?"

"I would trust Paul with my life," said Monogram.

"mow.."

"you have some really messed up morals..."

All of the sudden a delivery truck turned onto maple road.

"Ah here's Paul now" said monogram.

Agent k just shook her head.

The delivery truck approached them and came to a stop right where they were standing and Paul came out holding the baby wrapped in bubble wrap and packaging paper. There was a sticker on the package with a barcode and the Flynn-Fletcher's address. The small platypus head was sticking out of the front so he could breath. Paul reached back in his truck and grabbed a clipboard.

He walked over to monogram and handed him the small platypus.

"Took me a little bit to calm him down after I wrapped him up in the packaging, but after about 10 minutes he fell asleep."

Monogram inspected the platypus and found a scar in the shape of a lightning on his head.

"It's unfortunate that he will have that scar forever" exclaimed monogram.

"Well we better get this over with"

Monogram handed the package back to Paul and he and agent k hid behind some shrubs so they couldn't be seen.

Paul walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.

After about 3 minutes the flynn-Fletcher's stomped angrily down the stairs and opened the door.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT AT THIS HOUR!" screamed Ferb as he opened the door.

"Package for Flynn-fletcher"

Paul handed the package carefully over to Ferb.

"Be careful with it the sticker on the side says fragile. Oh, and sign here"

Ferb signed for the package, without realizing what it was.

"Hey I don't want this!" screamed Ferb.

"Too bad you already signed, and see this sticker right here says do to return to sender."

You could hear agent k and monogram giggling from behind the shrubs.

"Is this some kind of joke!"

"Of course not! I take my job very seriously." said Paul.

"Oh yeah and this letter goes with the package as well" said Paul while handing Ferb the letter.

"Well have a nice night sir" exclaimed Paul.

"Wait, wait take it back!" Ferb screamed as paul was starting up his truck.

"No givesies- backsies!" Paul screamed as he started to drive away slowly.

Ferb slammed the door and as soon as he did monogram and agent k hoped in the truck and they all drove away laughing.