It was the beginning of another day; Perry woke up to the sound of Phineas telling Ferb what they were going to dothe platypus did not catch what it was; either another teleporter or something with giant boardsor was that swords? The mission he had had the day before had worn Perry out so much, he simply slipped into bed and fell asleep as soon as he arrived home. He was still catching up on some Zs when his owners woke up at the usual early morning hour of six o'clock, and he was only beginning to stir when Phineas began going on his long explanation about his big idea.
Most pets would have found it irritating in the least; but not Perry. After thirteen years of being Phineas' pet, and about twelve as Ferb's, the platypus had gotten used to hearing the boys chat about what they would be doing that day. And he loved it. He was proud to know that his owners, above any other teenager in the Tri-State Area, were the most intelligent and creative pair of boys the world had ever