I don't own Phineas and Ferb.Chapter 1: Hi, I'm Phineas.
Hi, I'm Phineas, and I am five years old. I have a brother few months older then me, but still the same age. His name is Ferb. We recently were made orphans, but I'm not sure if you can call the place we are living an orphanage. It's old and rickety. It gets real cold at night, and I don't think the owners like Ferb and I very much. They like to beat us and, on night like tonight, starve us.
Ferb and I were sitting in our room. Neither of us could get to sleep, our hunger pains were too great. Ferb always looked after me, and I tried to take care of him, too. We were really all we had left.
I was on a mission to defeat Doofensmirtz, again. I came in through the door and was trapped at once. "Ah, Perry the Platypus, your late." I rolled my eyes and he went on and on about his newest -inator. I wasn't really listen, which was a huge mistake. Not until he pointed it at me did I hear the name. The human-inator. I began to struggle, but ,for once, he had made a decent trap for me. The next thing I knew, the trap had released and I was on the floor. I groaned and sat up, looking around.
Doofensmirtz was staring at me. Like we had never met. "What, are you looking at?" I said angrily, then, I realized I had just spoken English. I blink and ran to look in a mirror. I wasn't a platypus anymore. I was a young man in his mid-thirties. I had teal-blue hair and brown eyes, and ,thankfully, I was wearing clothes.
At the agency, they won't really train you for this. So I was in major shock, then I was angry again. I started to yell at Doofensmirtz, when major Monogram and their team came in and arrested Doof. The old man turned to me "Agent P?" he asked. I rolled my eyes "Yes, Monogram, it's me." he raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm afraid, you'll have to stay like this until Doofensmirtz can reverse the effects." He gave me a large wad of cash and told me to find some where to stay.
I found an apartment a mile away from the local orphanage. As a Platypus, I would go there and play with the kids when I wasn't working. I was walking down there now, but stopped when I heard two young voices. I went around the back of the building and found two five year old boy sitting in their room and talking in their own language.
Ferb and I made up our own language so that no one could understand us. We called it Ferb Latin. "Erb ferb?" Ferb turned to me "es yerb, ineas Pherb?" I looked at the door "I'm ungery herb, do ou yerb ink therb ey therb are sleep aerb?" he shook his head and I sighed and switched back to normal talk. "Do you think we will ever get adopted?" he looked at me sadly "There's always a hope, Phineas."
I sighed and laid on my bed as my stomach growled loudly. Suddenly, there were foot step coming toward us. I bolted up right and Ferb and I dove under his bed and held our breath. I was shaking all over as the owners came into our room. The two men were large muscle bond criminals that were never caught. They always came after Ferb and I, so we knew when to hide. Sadly, this place doesn't have great places to hide. They almost always find us, almost always. But, tonight, they did find us. We were yanked out from under the bed and after that, it was a bad nightmare.
Please, don't ask me too describe what I saw that night. You will never forgive me. It still gives me nightmares to this day. When the men were done with the boys, the green haired one, who had been forced to watch, was on the ground crying and the red head, Phineas, was on the floor in a bloody mess. Phineas' brother came over to him and held him close. "Oh, Phineas, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you again." he sobbed to the unconscious boy. Phineas groaned and called out his brother's name "Ferb." I could feel my heart break for these two. It was awful what they went through and they looked half starved to death. Then, I got two ideas. One for tonight, and one for tomorrow morning. I ran to a diner, not far from me and bought two orders of chicken strip meals with extra fries and extra chicken.
I ran back and wrote a note in their language on Phineas' box. 'It's oing gerb to be kay oerb, I romise perb.' then put the two meals on the window and tapped. I hid as Ferb ran to the window and opened it at the sight of the food. He read the note and looked around. When he didn't see me he went back into the room and I heard him quietly awaking his brother.
I left and was determined to help them even more. The next morning, I was going back to the orphanage and getting those two out the only way I knew how. I was going to adopt them as my own sons.