Phineas and Ferb does not belong to me.
“Thank-you, Herman. We will review your information.” Rodney hangs up the phone and smiles at Zon. “He seems bad enough.”
She glares at him. “I traced the number to Australia, but before I could get any more information it was blocked, so I don’t have a return number. Plus, Herman Melville? That’s the guy who wrote Moby Dick!”
“Then why did you let me keep talking to him?” Rodney throws up his hands in defense as he realizes what Zon is talking about.
She shakes her head. “The name sounded familiar, so I searched it online. I’m only twelve, I haven’t read Moby Dick.”
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“Really, guys? Herman Melville?” Perry raises one eyebrow at Phineas. Ferb is still typing ferociously at the computer, making sure that nobody will be able to trace the number to him.
Phineas shrugs. “What? It sounded good. Plus, I did a lot to get that name. I went back to the meanings of names, found Ahriman, which means evil spirit basically. Anagrammed it to come up with Hariman, which is an old Germanic form of Herman. And Melville means bad town. So, that name kinda means Evil Spirit Bad Town.”
“Actually, Herman means Army Man.” Ferb looks up from the computer. “I don’t think that anyone could trace that call to us, or this computer. At most they would be able to trace it to someplace in Canada.”
Perry spits out the translator. “I think I need to sit down.” He promptly passes out on the floor of his lair.
Phineas gasps and lifts the unconscious platypus onto a chair. “Okay, so some tweaking to that translator may be in order.”
Ferb picks up the translator. “Well, we can’t do much else tonight except maybe talk to Candace about that zebra…” He shakes his head confusedly, “We could work on it now.”
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“He spoke with a strong Australian accent?” sighs and puts her head in her hands. “We were just infiltrated by O.W.C.A.’s top agent, Perry the Platypus.”
Rodney shakes his head. “Animals can’t talk. There was definitely someone talking on that phone.”
“Perry’s host family are all geniuses! They could have…” Zon Joshsyn’s face lights up in a huge smile. “Perry’s host family… I know who they are!” She presses a button on her desk, paging her master of disguises. “Oh, Dennis!”
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