Phineas flies the hoverjet to the park. A small clearing, just big enough to land in appears under them. He slowly brings them down onto the grass. Phineas turns to Perry for the first time in five minutes. “I won’t.” Two words, but they make Perry realize that he has been forgiven.
He takes the translator out of his mouth, switches it off, and places it back inside his hat. He looks at his owner. “Krrrr.” Phineas smiles, and presses the button to flip the controls back to Perry’s side.
As they fly back to O.W.C.A, Phineas asks Perry a question. “Does that translator hurt you?”
Perry shakes his head. He types something into the dashboard computer. Words appear on the small screen. “Not really. It just throws me off balance a bit. Distracts me from important things, too. Like giant buildings, -inator blasts, or controlling my emotions.”
Phineas lays a hand on his platypus briefly. “By the way, I love your accent.”
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