King Pretty Pretty Princess- Part SevenThe first thing Perry found in the kitchen was a ketchup dispenser. Some girl had put her high heels underneath it on the table, probably so she could actually dance.More Like This
“I’m super tempted to dispense ketchup into those shoes.” Perry said.
Pickle started walking over to do it.
“No. I was kidding.” Perry dragged him away. “Do you see my assistant anywhere?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever met her.” Pickle said. “Description?”
“Him.” Perry corrected. “Heinz Doo- I mean, Fries Normenshmirtz.” He couldn’t believe he’d screwed up. He’d give Doofenshmirtz a free pass for messing up his name next time. So long as it didn’t blow his cover… “Tall, messy brown hair, pointy nose, blue eyes, really skinny, slouches, has an underbite…”
Perry suddenly spotted him. Doofenshmirtz was next to a fountain of chocolate fondue. He was holding a paper bag underneath it,
King Pretty Pretty Princess- Part SixPerry finally managed to force himself off of the couch and went upstairs.More Like This
The boys were working on another machine. It looked kind of similar to the one they had built for Candace.
“There you are, Perry.” Phineas said. “You slept for two hours.”
“Sorry.” Perry mumbled. He yawned and glanced sideways at the machine. “Same project?”
“Little different.” Phineas said. “Sorry you fell asleep on your day off.”
Perry yawned again. “I needed it. You know, sometimes I wake up feeling refreshed from naps, and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I feel like a bunch of time went by. And sometimes I feel like I’m not doing anything with my life anymore and I should just use it to take more naps.”
“When I was a baby, father used to try to get me to take naps.” Ferb said. “I kept climbing out of the crib.”
“I did that, too.” Phineas said. “Once I climbed out of the crib
King Pretty Pretty Princess- Part Five“If my chances at fashion stardom are ruined because of you…” Monica was pacing back and forth angrily. Perry was pretty sure she was imagining smashing him into the ground with her high heels. “…you are SO going to get it. We had BETTER not be too late because of YOU… Toby, will you hurry up?”More Like This
“This is a very delicate process.” Toby said. “Believe me, nothing will compliment your ribbon party dress better than hand-curled hair. Using nothing more than hairspray and your fingers takes a while, but the result is…”
“I don’t care, just use an iron!” Monica snapped. “They won’t want to hear about how long it took you to curl each individual strand of hair!”
Perry kind of wished Toby would listen to Monica. For one thing, he was really sick of being touched and just wanted to get it over with. For another, Monica would probably murder him if they got disqualified because he was late.
King Pretty Pretty Princess- Part FourPerry was grateful to be able to flop down on the bed in his hotel room.More Like This
Doofenshmirtz was snoring in an armchair next to the television. A Ducky Momo marathon was playing.
“Where’s the little rock, Ducky Momo?”
“No, not there, Ducky Momo!”
Perry yawned. Lester had set up a publicity photoshoot, and it had gone on for HOURS. Lester kept demanding that he get into different poses, changed the lighting at least eighty times, and fixed his clothing constantly. Denise kept wanting to retake her photos. And after every picture was taken, Toby ran in and fixed Perry’s wig and makeup.
By the time Lester had FINALLY announced they were done, Perry was so hot from the lighting and heavy clothing that he had to buy two bottles of water from the vending machine.
Perry had just started to drift off to sleep when his phone started ringing.
“I DIDN’T DO IT! IT WAS PEGLEG PETE!” Doofenshmirtz screamed, jolting awake.
King Pretty Pretty Princess- Part ThreePerry was hopeful he’d be able to find the L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N agent right away.More Like This
Monogram had managed to narrow it down to five people that morning, and had given Perry the list of names. Perry was scheduled to have a lunch meeting that day with his festival team, and coincidentally, all five members were the five people on his list. There was also a random sixth member named Dick joining them, but he didn’t matter.
Perry felt hopeful as he made his way down the stairs to the hotel restaurant. Since he- well, Pizza- was in the animal section of the Danville Fashion Festival, his team would most likely be made up of animals. Perry knew L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N had no animal members. If they were to use an animal, they’d use Dennis, and Perry knew that face well enough by now to recognize him anywhere.
So all he had to do was spot the Dennis, or spot the human. Bam. Case closed. No more having to walk around in heels and makeup.
Perry finally reached the last step and looked
King Pretty Pretty Princess- Part TwoPerry had been expecting to see Sideblow and Gustav when he walked through the door of the O.W.C.A Grooming Center.More Like This
He hadn’t really been expecting to see Monogram as well.
And the last person he had expected to see was Doofenshmirtz.
“Ah, Perry the platypus!” Doofenshmirtz said. “I’ve taken over the O.W.C.A! Now everyone has to listen to me! That’s why I’m here…”
“That is NOT why he’s here.” Monogram glared at Doofenshmirtz. “I’m sorry, Agent P. Peter the panda is unavailable to be your partner on this mission, as he was before, and many of the field agents have their hands tied on other missions. We couldn’t find anyone, and since Doofenshmirtz knows that Pizza is you already… well, again, we REALLY couldn’t find anyone else, Agent P… please do not get the wrong idea…”
“I’m not into this whole Cuddlebuttons business.” Doofenshmirtz said. “The
King Pretty Pretty Princess- Part OnePerry waddled into the kitchen.More Like This
Candace was standing near the stove, stirring something in a big pot.
“What died?” Perry asked.
Candace turned and glared at him. “Go AWAY, Perry.”
“Oh, you’re just cooking again. Should have known.” Perry climbed up onto the kitchen counter. “I do hope you’re not planning on serving that to innocent people.”
“Shut up.” Candace said.
“If you must dispose of it, put it in a plastic bag before you throw it out. Don’t want any bears or raccoons falling ill.”
“You are SO ANNOYING.” Candace whacked him on the head.
“Ow. Watch it. You’ll give me a concussion.”
“I’m making brownies for Jeremy.” Candace said.
“Pretty sure you don’t make brownies on a stove.” Perry said. “You mix the ingredients in a bowl and then pour it into a pan and stick it in the oven.”
“I’m melting the butter, su
The Tale Of Mount Everett- Part ThirteenPerry knocked on Ernest’s door.More Like This
“Just a minute.” Ernest said.
Perry heard a chair screech back. He adjusted the file in his arms and waited.
A crash sounded, and then finally the door opened.
Ernest looked down on him. He looked like he hadn’t slept very well, and he was wearing the same Beluga Whale T-shirt Perry had seen him in the last time he visited his house a couple years before.
MY FRIEND WENT TO THE BELUGA WHALE CONVENTION AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS SHIRT.
Perry wondered if Ernest had any other shirts.
“May I come in?” Perry asked.
Ernest nodded and stepped aside. Perry walked into the house.
It was a lot messier than it had been when Perry had first visited. There were papers and files everywhere, and photos that had once hung on the walls were lying around in boxes.
“Moving?” Perry asked.
Ernest shook his head and gestured toward a couple of armchairs near the door. “Just rearranging a few things.”
Perry sat dow
Mi vida con Phineas! - Cap. 4Capitulo 4: ReflexionesMore Like This
Recorría nuevamente los pasillos del hospital camino a la salida. Por más que haya logrado abrazarla, besar su mejilla, hacer que se sonrojara, que hiciéramos las paces, que llorara en mis brazos o acariciar sus delicadas manos mientras la llevaba en mi motocicleta, Isabella siempre será Isabella. Es gracioso que me haya echado de tal manera, pero yo sé que dentro de ella, muy dentro, hay una persona dulce que solo quiere ser querida, como cualquier otra persona y cuando logre hacer que esa personalidad escondida salga a la luz, yo voy a ser la persona que más la quiera en este mundo.
Fui al estacionamiento, encontré mi moto, me subía ella y la encendí. Comencé a andar pero alargue bastante el camino, aún tenía la sensación fantasma de Isabella sujetándome fuertemente y yo acariciaba ahora una mano invisible. No quería perder esa sensación, pero al fin y al cabo no podía estar d