Phineas and Ferb does not belong to me
A toy poodle growls at him menacingly as he approaches. “I have returned from my mission.” She presses a button on her desk. The double doors open into a dark foreboding office. An old leather office chair is tucked behind the large black desk. He assumes that the boss is sitting in it, although the back of the chair is facing him.
A toy poodle growls at him menacingly as he approaches. “I have returned from my mission.” She presses a button on her desk. The double doors open into a dark foreboding office. An old leather office chair is tucked behind the large black desk. He assumes that the boss is sitting in it, although the back of the chair is facing him.
A menacing (yet sickly sweet) voice comes from the chair. “Back so soon? This had better be good.”
The spy takes a deep breath. “I found this file in her room, under the mattress.” He places it on her desk and backs away three steps. The occupant of the chair spins around to face him, still obscured by the shadows. She grabs the pink file, looking through it greedily. The spy rubs his neck nervously, “So, is it useful?”She grins, “Very.” As she places the file back on her desk she continues, “You would be paid well for this information, had you been allowed to live.” Before the spy can react, the girl presses a button on her desk, causing a trapdoor to open in the floor beneath him. His scream is cut off suddenly as he hits the water below.
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