Phineas opened his eyes slowly and found himself staring up at the ceiling of his home. A bit groggy, he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Mm... What happened..?" he mumbled.
Letting out a tired sigh, he surveyed the room. The television was on, but it was obvious the movie was long over. One thing that surprised him though, was that everybody else had fallen asleep as well.
Crystal was sprawled out on the floor and so was Alexis, but it looked like she was using her back as a pillow, which made him chuckle a bit. Ferb was also on the floor, but he was leaned against the couch in a sitting position. Phineas figured he must have moved to give he others more space and looked back up to find Emily and Emma side-by-side in identical positions, except Emily's head was drooping and Emma's was thrown back. That was everybody except... Where was Isabella?
Phineas surveyed the room again and was about to assume that she left when he felt somet
The pet of Phineas and Ferb
Doesn't do much
But growl cutely
But never judge a book by its cover
He's more than meets the eye
For when nobody is looking
He places on his fedora and stands up
He's a secret agent of OWCA
Saving the world from evil
Like the Evil Dr. Doof
Though he's a low threat to anyone
He and Dr. Doof are neutral enemies
Though they are sworn adversaries
They are friends helping one another out
When their not fighting one another
He cares about his owners very much
Risking life and limb to keep them safe
From any harm that comes their way
Because of him their projects disappear in a flash
He's a furry little platypus
Who has some major skills
Master of disguise when being a dull pet
But knows how to take evil down
He's Perry the platypus
Off to save the world
From evil that threatens it
Even when it isn' a threat
Though he's gone
When someone wonders where he went
But when he comes back home
They say "There you are perry"
He's a secret agent
¿Qué te pasa, Perry?
Había amanecido un nuevo y soleado día de verano en Danville. Phineas Flynn y Ferb Fletcher, buenos hermanastros y mejores amigos, se hallaban sentados, como era habitual en ellos, a los pies del gran árbol del jardín. Perry el ornitorrinco, su peculiar mascota, yacía a sus pies, entre los dos.
- Oye Ferb- empezó Phineas rompiendo el silencio de aquella bonita mañana-, ¿no crees que Perry está raro hoy?
Ferb abrió los ojos y miró al ornitorrinco: estaba totalmente inmóvil, con el pico cerrado, un ojo señalando a una punta del jardín y el otro a la otra, contemplando el vacío. Bueno como siempre, de hecho. Ferb volvió a mirar a su hermanastro esperando a que le diera alguna pista sobre qué era exactamente lo que veía de raro en Perry.
- Está como... pensativo. ¿No te lo parece?
Ferb volvió a mirar al animal, y luego de nuevo