Phineas and Ferb does not belong to me
Doug starts struggling as soon as he can move himself again. Perry stops Candace from zapping him again. “Krrrr.” She looks down at him sympathetically, understanding. She understands having her mind messed with, and she knows how uncomfortable it is. Slowly she puts the device away.
Carl comes into the interrogation room. “All right. Let’s get started.” He turns off the lights, and a bright light shines into Doug’s face.
“Okay, wait. All this fancy technology, and you’re using a flashlight?” The prisoner rolls his eyes. “Like I told the platypus, I don’t give away free information.”
Candace steps up. “You told him that Joshsyn tried to kill you. What was that if not information?”
Douglas glares into the flashlight, not even squinting. “It was a warning. And a reminder of what happened to all of those O.W.C.A. spies.”
Perry steps back, shocked. Callie, Pinky, Darren, Peter... Peter and Perry had never really gotten along, but Pinky the chihuahua, Callie the cat, and Darren the duck had been his best friends at the agency. This entire time, he had been hoping that they were all locked up somewhere instead of dead. Even Peter the panda. He wonders who Mysterio was re-assigned to.
Carl was obviously thinking the same thing, or something similar, because he started growling. “She threw Agent Pinky into a shark tank?”
Doug grins, “No. She actually still had a lava pit at that point.”
Candace turns to Carl. “You couldn’t have sent agents that didn’t have owners? The poor girl was crushed when she found out Pinky-” Perry grabs her hand.
Carl is getting tired of holding the flashlight, so he turns the ceiling lights on. “You worked for a very evil person. What would she want with the Flynn-Fletchers?!”
Perry lets go of Candace’s hand suddenly. Is it my fault? Is all this my fault? Is Zon Joshsyn after me? Candace looks down at him. He looks so worried.
Douglas shrugs. “No more info until I see some form of payment.”
Carl sighs, reaching into his pocket. “I didn’t want to have to do this…” He aims a machine that looks slightly like one of Doofenshmirtz’ -inators at Douglas’ chest. “How’s your life for payment?”
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