Too much stuff in Perry’s lil hat

Setting the scene: Doofenshmirtz, Perry, and Candace are all hiding under a table that is covered with a long white tablecloth. Candace has just found out Perry’s secret and he needs to give her the pamphlet. Gag where he sits for a solid minute rifling through his hat pulling out random gadgets and items, an impossible amount of junk for such a tiny hat, further confusing Candace.            

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Perry reaches into his hat for the pamphlet. His brows scrunch in confusion; he can’t find it. He takes off his hat and sets it in his lap, digging through the contents. A grappling gun, a laser pointer, a nondescript ray gun, and a pad of paper with a drawing of his boss and other various notes with sketches.

Candace observes the spectacle in stunned silence.

Doofenshmirtz casually steals Perry’s notepad, flipping through it nosily. 

“So, how do you know Perry the Platypus?” He asks Candace while skimming the pages. His tone is conversational, and curious. 

Candace’s attention lingers on Perry a few seconds more. The platypus pulls out a crossbow, letting out a huff of annoyance through his nostrils. 

She turns her attention to Dr. D. 

“He’s my pet.” 

This entire situation was confusing, and it felt weird to call Perry her pet when he was like… this. She always thought he was a mindless animal, but apparently that wasn’t the case? She still wasn’t fully convinced her brothers didn’t have anything to do with this.

Doofenshmirtz snaps to attention at this, abandoning the notepad in his hands. 

“Wait a second, wait a second. Your pet?” 

He turns to Perry. 

“So in your free time, you’re this girl’s pet? Like, you’re all cuddly and sweet and you’ve got a little jangly collar with a little bell on it?”

Perry shrugs uncomfortably, refusing to elaborate. It was embarrassing for his nemesis to know such a private part of his life. It was also dangerous. This entire situation was wrong. Candace being within such close proximity to an evil scientist, albeit a relatively incompetent one, made his fur stand on end. 

He pulls out a wrench, dropping it with a clang. 

Growing frustrated, the monotreme holds his fedora close to his face and peers into it. He can’t see the pamphlet. He flips the hat upside down, shaking out the remaining contents. 

A hairdryer, a pack of gum, a fake mustache, a compact mirror. 

No pamphlet.

“What are you looking for?” Candace asks.

Perry makes a few vague gestures with his hands, but it seems that Candace doesn’t understand. Communicating is difficult. 

He looks around at the mess of stuff for his notepad, which somehow found its way back into Doof’s hands. 

Perry snatches it, ignoring the scientist’s objections.

He writes something, and hands it to Candace who takes it hesitantly. 

                             OWCA pamphlet, it’s regulation.