(This is a excerpt of another story that I'm working on. It might be posted as a one shot or in installments depending on how long it turns out to be. It's called Carl Get's A Pet.) Phineas and Ferb does not belong to me.
Carl looks around the empty room. As usual, he's the last person working today, but he doesn't mind. It's always so lonely going home to his empty house at night that sometimes he even sleeps in his cubicle.
"I guess I might as well go home." He says after finding nothing left to do. Even most of tomorrow's work is done. He slowly walks to his cubicle to get his coat and bicycle helmet. "What should I do for dinner tonight?" Carl asks himself.
"Krrrrrr?" Agent P is standing by the entrance to the cubicle with his fedora pushed back from his eyes.
Carl jumps, shrieking in fright. "Agent P, you gave me a heart attack! What are you doing here so late?" The platypus raises one eyebrow while pointing at himself, and Carl sighs, "I guess you could ask me the same question, huh?" When the agent doesn't respond, the intern enters his cubicle.
Perry shocks the intern by asking, "You planning on riding your bike home at three in the morning?" He blinks at the platypus in surprise, and Perry shrugs. "What? A platypus can't teach himself to speak English?"
The college intern keeps staring. After an awkward silence, Carl asks, "What if I was?" He quickly adds, "Planning on riding home?"
"I'd offer to give you a ride. Phineas and Ferb are at an all-night youth night at Irving's church, so I'm free." Perry smiles a little at the nervous intern. "I came to get some work done, but I saw that you were still here, so..."
Carl smiles a little. "Are you sure?" He asks, chewing on his lower lip. "I don't want to be a bother..."
Chuckling, Perry touches his arm. "Come on. Leave your helmet here, but it's a little chilly out there, so wear the coat."
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"Why were you still at O.W.C.A at three o'clock in the morning, Carl?" Perry steers the hoverjet over the Flynn-Fletcher household, and he yelps in surprise when he sees Candace on the roof. Ducking out of sight as she stares after them, he whispers, "Do you think she recognised me?"
Carl looks back at the teen on the roof. "I don't think so. Why is she on the roof anyway?"
"Probably paying homage to the 'mysterious force' or something." Perry rolls his eyes, but the small smile on his bill gives away the love that he has for his owner. "I asked you a question."
The intern rubs his neck nervously, "I was hoping you'd forget about that..." Perry doesn't respond other than a raised eyebrow, so Carl continues. "I hate going home to an empty house. Sometimes I even sleep there."
Perry cringes, "Oh Carl." The agents all really like Monogram's unpaid intern. He's always willing to lend a hand, be the in-between for the agents and Monogram, or just be a friend. "You should get a pet." The platypus smirks, "I have it on really good authority that having a pet makes life easier."
"Really good authority, huh? Who told you that?" It's Carl's turn to raise an eyebrow.
The platypus chatters quietly. "Ferb, actually. I think he told Phineas that it was a scientific fact."
As the hoverjet lands in Carl's backyard, the intern sighs. "I don't know if I could handle having a pet, Agent P."
"Call me P." Perry tilts his head at Carl curiously, "What do you mean by that?"
Carl exits the hoverjet, heading toward the back door of his house. "Well, said pet would most likely be an agent, correct?" The platypus nods, acknowledging this as something that would probably happen. "I would always be worried."
"What if your pet wasn't an agent?" Perry pushes open Carl's back door. "You should probably have locked this door."
"I haven't been home since Wednesday." Carl follows the agent into his living room. "You know how paranoid Major Monogram is about running out of agents. How long do you think my pet would last being a non-agent?"
Perry turns on a light switch. "Not long, I guess." He quickly runs through the house, checking in case someone came through the unlocked back door. When he gets back to the living room, Carl is almost asleep on his feet. "You sleep as long as you need to, okay? Monobrow can live without you tomorrow."
"But-" Carl doesn't get to finish his protest because Perry is pushing him down onto the couch.
The agent pulls a blanket over the exhausted college student. "Consider it a forced day off. I'll leave a note for the major." Carl doesn't respond, having already fallen asleep. Perry smiles and heads back out to his hoverjet, making sure to lock the door behind him.
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