(Ahh! Sorry for being so late! Well, one day late, but that's still late! It's Camp NaNoWriMo again, but I'm going to keep trying to get to a place where I update twice a week again.) Phineas and Ferb does not belong to me.
The cat in the cell across from Jeremy’s is lying in pain on a rag. She’s still refusing to do anything for Zon, so Pinky has been giving her half of his food the entire time he’s been imprisoned. Candace steers the bug into her cell after scanning it for any recording devices. Perry speaks into his microphone, “Cal?”
Callie raises her head, “P? Did your nemesis turn you into a bug?”
“No, I’m at HQ speaking into a microphone.” The platypus is speaking in a tone that Candace has never heard him use before. It’s so gentle, but still strong, not revealing any of the pain he feels seeing his friend like this. “Pinky said that he was sharing his food with you.”
The old cat sighs a little, “Pinky is in a cell with Jeremy now.”
Perry bites the lower part of his bill like a human would do to their lip when stressed or sad, “Yes I know…” He sighs too, “I have an idea, but it’s risky.”
As he describes his plan, hope starts to shine on the tired cat’s face. Candace stares at her partner. “Did the razor wire trap affect your brain?”
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