Post by Rocket! on May 16, 2009 15:16:44 GMT -5
Username: rocketage
Current canons: Stitch!
Canon you're auditioning for: Perry the Platypus; Agent P; Perry
Media canon is from: the Disney Channel Original TV Series Phineas and Ferb
Is the current canon taken?: IT WILL BE SOON! XD (So that's a no.)
Audition post (400 words):
Laying luxuriously in the grass field that was the Flynn's backyard, Perry the Platypus relaxed. And I do mean relaxed. His upper eyelids were resting on the lower ones, his stomach was quite content to let the sun give it that nice, warm, fuzzy feeling inside, and his left foot was flipping up at the beat to some unheard tune that nature was kind enough to let the platypus listen in on.
It was a good day.
Perry was a simple platypus. He ate, he slept, and he let Phineas and Ferb do whatever their little games were. Though, in hindsight, that talking animal one was best left in the trash bin. That's not to say that all of their experiments were entirely useless. Or fun. That roller coaster... that wouldn't be a bad experience--
mm? Oh, is it that time already? Actually, kind of running behind. Righto.
Fwip! Fast as lightning, Perry the Platypus was on his feet and scanning the area furtively. Looks like the Flynns were off at the mall.
BRakaBROOOOOOOOooooooom.....
...or the moon. That works too.
Slipping on his customary brown fedora, Perry the Platypus stood at attention. And then discreetly tapped the ground three times.
Without warning, there was suddenly no ground below Perry. Needless to say, he fell. Landing smoothly on a slick chute, (slick both ways, mind you) Perry crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back, letting the large slide take him where he needed to go.
Wrrsh. Little was visible to the platypus as he flew down, lower and lower, towards the end destinati-- is that a little girl on an inner tube flying by? It is.
Perry resolved to talk with the Commander about that.
After no small amount and twists and turns, Perry came to an end of the slide, landing on the white tiled floor of his office. He looked down. Water.
So it was a water slide. Funny thing about being a semi-aquatic mammal: you don't notice those kind of things right away.
One quick shake off and twisting the hat dry later, Perry jumped into the chair before the large monitor, with the Commander's face already stretched across it. "Good morning Agent P! You're kind of late today. Doctor Doofenshmirtz is up... what?"
Perry looked him in the eyes.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
...
"The little girl? Oh, no, she wasn't a problem. She's, erm, actually my granddaughter, and I promised her a water park trip today, but they were closed-- aaanyway, Doctor Doofenshmirtz is up to no good again."
Fvwwr. The screen switched over to view the Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated building. "Doofenshmirtz has been hiding out in his building for the last couple of days, building something."
...
"What? It has to be something. All the neighbors are worked up over the sleepless nights they've had. Your job is to stop him, Agent P!"
Perry nodded. After all, that is his job. He turned to run off.
"Oh, and Agent P?"
Perry stopped and turned back around, questioningly.
"You, uh, might want to pick up the pace a bit. Running behind today..."
He got a curt nod for that. Agent P turned and dashed off for the hovercar.
"Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorperated!!"
Hm. Nice jingle. thought Perry the Platypus as he stepped in (after wiping his feet, of course) to Doctor Doofenshmirtz's evil lab.
It was a large, expansive lab, with very fancy windows that made up the whole of the far walls. Had a nice purple/black color scheme.
“Ah, Perry the Platypus! Just in time!" shouted the evil Doctor Doofenshmirtz, with no small amount of melodrama. A huge grin took up the disfigured face. Truly, this was the face of evil. "...and by that, I mean you are late! What, you don’t have a cell phone, or maybe even a PDA?"
Well, semi-evil.
"You know, if Big Ben was in the Tri State Area, you wouldn’t need to worry about having to wear a watch. I mean, I know I wouldn’t, but you and that little English triple O, or maybe it was double OO... you know, I’m not really sure I understand his name, I mean look at yours: Perry the Platypus. Simple, yet effective. Double OO is just plain silly.”
Perry didn't say anything. Not exactly much to say to that, now was there?
“Oh, sorry, am I rambling again?" Yes. "I tend to do that from time to time, if you haven’t noticed.” Whoosh! Without warning, the Doctor pulled out a small grey box with a large red circle on it. A remote! Fast as a whip, Doofenshmirtz pressed it, calling out to whatever contraption he'd made this time.
Huh. thought Agent P as his hands and feet were pulled back and into the grip of a robotic version of himself. Is it just me, or are his traps more evil then his plans?
“Got you!" shouted the mad man in glee. "I took an old picture of you that I had and scanned it. Then I made a robot version of you, only EVIL! Now I have the perfect platypus trap, a robot platypus!”
...
“Oh, I suppose you want to know what I plan to do today, eh?”
Bit of a half-shrug to that.
“Fine, I shall tell you."
Predictable. Meybe semi-evil was too good for this fool of a doctor.
"Every day, I hear this jingle for my own business, and you know, it annoys me, really. To be honest, I don’t even remember having one made!"
Hm. How does an evil scientist get funding? Now there's a question.
"But on to the point. Today, I shall rid myself of this persistent annoyance!” Doofenshmirtz quickly pulled out another remote. This one was adorned with three buttons. Makes you wonder how you tell all those grey bricks apart. Smiling maniacally, the doctor (assuming that's not self proclaimed) jammed his hand down on all three buttons.
WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP. Three machines fell from the roof. Sky. Ceiling. Somewhere.
Perry raised an eyebrow at Doofenshmirtz. Three?
“You see, Perry the Platypus," explained the doctor, "if I make one machine, you ruin my plans! But, if I make three, then there is no way you can stop me!!"
Uh huh. Yyyyyyyyyyeahno.
"I call the first machine the Theme-anator!” With a whoosh of his own, Doctor Doofenshmirtz pranced over to the first of the three machines. This one kinda resembled a really large speaker.
Perry's thoughts drifted towards Phineas and Ferb. They couldn't spend all day at the moon...
“This invention will play a new jingle every time it is needed, and drown out the old one! Pure genius!” He belted out a long, looong evil laugh, coughed, and then went on.
“The second one, I call the Ear Plugger-anator!" The doctor spun around to point at something that looked a little too much like a coat hanger to be taken seriously.
Impressive names, really. thought Perry. Sarcastically.
"It will place earplugs in my ears every time the jingle plays. That way, I don’t have to hear it!”
...
“And finally, I give you... the Music Destructor-anator!" DUN DUN DUNNNNN. "It will destroy all music as we know it, and all music sensations, such as the Nojas Sisters, or Lexas Texas, will lose their ability to produce sound... at all! It is even more genius than my last two inventions combined! It is pure evil! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” And then he turned them all on.
Well, fuzz to this being an easy day.
"Doofenshmirtz Ev--"
"Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorperated!!" blared (and interrupted) the first contraption. Perry absently noted that the singers sounded familiar as he reached around to the back of the Platypus Drone's back with his beaver tail. Before the robot noticed, it suddenly found it had no power!
The OFF switch. There was always one. Pulling a wrench out of his fedora, Perry headed off to destroy the first of the machines.
Is that a karaoke machine sitting in the corner?
With the second contraption already placing earplugs in the doctor's ears, Doofenshmirtz started yelling even louder. “NOW THE LAST MACHINE HAS TO CHARGE, AND WILL BE DONE IN ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS." spouted the doctor. "UNFORTUNATELY, MY SINGING SHORT CIRCUITS IT... SO I JUST HAVE TO QUIT SINGING FOR ABOUT THIRTY YEARS OR SO, WHENEVER I DECIDE TO RETIRE!!”
Crkk-acrsh! The first machine promptly started giving off black smoke as Perry's wrench embedded itself inside the mechanics. He jumped up and onto the broken machine, turned to face his nemesis, and leaped for him.
And then twisted around so that his tail whacked Doofenshmirtz in the face. ("OW! How could you, Perry the Platypus...") The earplugs fell out, needless to say.
Perry then froze, pretending to just now notice the karaoke machine.
Doofenshmirtz followed Perry's line of sight. "What, what are you-- oh, that old thing?"
Perry dashed over to the machine, shoved the plug into the wall socket, threw one of the mikes to Doofenshmirtz-- only thirty seconds!-- and
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-- and put one of the other mikes up to his own duck bill.
Doofenshmirtz looked from Perry, to the mike, to Perry.
And got the look of the challenge from Perry.
“Oh, you don’t think I can beat you, do you Perry the Platypus? Well, think again!”
And then it was silent. A spotlight came down from nowhere, illuminating Doofenshmirtz as he brought the mike to his mouth... and sang.
Well, tried to. “We will go no farther until you speak the TRUUUTH!”[/b]
BOOOOM!
Just like the doctor ordered. The third and final machine blasted apart, with metal bits flying everywhere. Perry managed to hide behind the karaoke machine. Doofenshmirtz wasn't so lucky, though.
He'd been right next to the thing.
And so, careening off into the sky, the evil Doctor Doofenshmirtz let loose his traditional “CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUS!” [/size]
Job well done. thought Perry the Platypus, standing in the middle of the remains of the Doofenshmirtz-shaped hole, watching the very same man go flying into the distance, towards the sunset.. Job well done.
Wait, are we having beans tonight?
Perry promptly pulled a parachute out of his fedora and slipped it on. Don't want to be late for that! Agent P then lept from the building, unfurled the parachute, and headed back to the Flynn's house.
He could see the spaceship already.
[Everything past the breifing was based on Angelus' Doctor Doofenshmirtz audition. If you're against the alternate take on it, everything above the line is beyond 400 words, so it should work out as a standalone audition. Sorry for any inconvenience!]
Current canons: Stitch!
Canon you're auditioning for: Perry the Platypus; Agent P; Perry
Media canon is from: the Disney Channel Original TV Series Phineas and Ferb
Is the current canon taken?: IT WILL BE SOON! XD (So that's a no.)
Audition post (400 words):
Laying luxuriously in the grass field that was the Flynn's backyard, Perry the Platypus relaxed. And I do mean relaxed. His upper eyelids were resting on the lower ones, his stomach was quite content to let the sun give it that nice, warm, fuzzy feeling inside, and his left foot was flipping up at the beat to some unheard tune that nature was kind enough to let the platypus listen in on.
It was a good day.
Perry was a simple platypus. He ate, he slept, and he let Phineas and Ferb do whatever their little games were. Though, in hindsight, that talking animal one was best left in the trash bin. That's not to say that all of their experiments were entirely useless. Or fun. That roller coaster... that wouldn't be a bad experience--
mm? Oh, is it that time already? Actually, kind of running behind. Righto.
Fwip! Fast as lightning, Perry the Platypus was on his feet and scanning the area furtively. Looks like the Flynns were off at the mall.
BRakaBROOOOOOOOooooooom.....
...or the moon. That works too.
Slipping on his customary brown fedora, Perry the Platypus stood at attention. And then discreetly tapped the ground three times.
Without warning, there was suddenly no ground below Perry. Needless to say, he fell. Landing smoothly on a slick chute, (slick both ways, mind you) Perry crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back, letting the large slide take him where he needed to go.
Wrrsh. Little was visible to the platypus as he flew down, lower and lower, towards the end destinati-- is that a little girl on an inner tube flying by? It is.
Perry resolved to talk with the Commander about that.
After no small amount and twists and turns, Perry came to an end of the slide, landing on the white tiled floor of his office. He looked down. Water.
So it was a water slide. Funny thing about being a semi-aquatic mammal: you don't notice those kind of things right away.
One quick shake off and twisting the hat dry later, Perry jumped into the chair before the large monitor, with the Commander's face already stretched across it. "Good morning Agent P! You're kind of late today. Doctor Doofenshmirtz is up... what?"
Perry looked him in the eyes.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
...
"The little girl? Oh, no, she wasn't a problem. She's, erm, actually my granddaughter, and I promised her a water park trip today, but they were closed-- aaanyway, Doctor Doofenshmirtz is up to no good again."
Fvwwr. The screen switched over to view the Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated building. "Doofenshmirtz has been hiding out in his building for the last couple of days, building something."
...
"What? It has to be something. All the neighbors are worked up over the sleepless nights they've had. Your job is to stop him, Agent P!"
Perry nodded. After all, that is his job. He turned to run off.
"Oh, and Agent P?"
Perry stopped and turned back around, questioningly.
"You, uh, might want to pick up the pace a bit. Running behind today..."
He got a curt nod for that. Agent P turned and dashed off for the hovercar.
---
"Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorperated!!"
Hm. Nice jingle. thought Perry the Platypus as he stepped in (after wiping his feet, of course) to Doctor Doofenshmirtz's evil lab.
It was a large, expansive lab, with very fancy windows that made up the whole of the far walls. Had a nice purple/black color scheme.
“Ah, Perry the Platypus! Just in time!" shouted the evil Doctor Doofenshmirtz, with no small amount of melodrama. A huge grin took up the disfigured face. Truly, this was the face of evil. "...and by that, I mean you are late! What, you don’t have a cell phone, or maybe even a PDA?"
Well, semi-evil.
"You know, if Big Ben was in the Tri State Area, you wouldn’t need to worry about having to wear a watch. I mean, I know I wouldn’t, but you and that little English triple O, or maybe it was double OO... you know, I’m not really sure I understand his name, I mean look at yours: Perry the Platypus. Simple, yet effective. Double OO is just plain silly.”
Perry didn't say anything. Not exactly much to say to that, now was there?
“Oh, sorry, am I rambling again?" Yes. "I tend to do that from time to time, if you haven’t noticed.” Whoosh! Without warning, the Doctor pulled out a small grey box with a large red circle on it. A remote! Fast as a whip, Doofenshmirtz pressed it, calling out to whatever contraption he'd made this time.
Huh. thought Agent P as his hands and feet were pulled back and into the grip of a robotic version of himself. Is it just me, or are his traps more evil then his plans?
“Got you!" shouted the mad man in glee. "I took an old picture of you that I had and scanned it. Then I made a robot version of you, only EVIL! Now I have the perfect platypus trap, a robot platypus!”
...
“Oh, I suppose you want to know what I plan to do today, eh?”
Bit of a half-shrug to that.
“Fine, I shall tell you."
Predictable. Meybe semi-evil was too good for this fool of a doctor.
"Every day, I hear this jingle for my own business, and you know, it annoys me, really. To be honest, I don’t even remember having one made!"
Hm. How does an evil scientist get funding? Now there's a question.
"But on to the point. Today, I shall rid myself of this persistent annoyance!” Doofenshmirtz quickly pulled out another remote. This one was adorned with three buttons. Makes you wonder how you tell all those grey bricks apart. Smiling maniacally, the doctor (assuming that's not self proclaimed) jammed his hand down on all three buttons.
WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP. Three machines fell from the roof. Sky. Ceiling. Somewhere.
Perry raised an eyebrow at Doofenshmirtz. Three?
“You see, Perry the Platypus," explained the doctor, "if I make one machine, you ruin my plans! But, if I make three, then there is no way you can stop me!!"
Uh huh. Yyyyyyyyyyeahno.
"I call the first machine the Theme-anator!” With a whoosh of his own, Doctor Doofenshmirtz pranced over to the first of the three machines. This one kinda resembled a really large speaker.
Perry's thoughts drifted towards Phineas and Ferb. They couldn't spend all day at the moon...
“This invention will play a new jingle every time it is needed, and drown out the old one! Pure genius!” He belted out a long, looong evil laugh, coughed, and then went on.
“The second one, I call the Ear Plugger-anator!" The doctor spun around to point at something that looked a little too much like a coat hanger to be taken seriously.
Impressive names, really. thought Perry. Sarcastically.
"It will place earplugs in my ears every time the jingle plays. That way, I don’t have to hear it!”
...
“And finally, I give you... the Music Destructor-anator!" DUN DUN DUNNNNN. "It will destroy all music as we know it, and all music sensations, such as the Nojas Sisters, or Lexas Texas, will lose their ability to produce sound... at all! It is even more genius than my last two inventions combined! It is pure evil! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” And then he turned them all on.
Well, fuzz to this being an easy day.
"Doofenshmirtz Ev--"
"Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorperated!!" blared (and interrupted) the first contraption. Perry absently noted that the singers sounded familiar as he reached around to the back of the Platypus Drone's back with his beaver tail. Before the robot noticed, it suddenly found it had no power!
The OFF switch. There was always one. Pulling a wrench out of his fedora, Perry headed off to destroy the first of the machines.
Is that a karaoke machine sitting in the corner?
With the second contraption already placing earplugs in the doctor's ears, Doofenshmirtz started yelling even louder. “NOW THE LAST MACHINE HAS TO CHARGE, AND WILL BE DONE IN ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS." spouted the doctor. "UNFORTUNATELY, MY SINGING SHORT CIRCUITS IT... SO I JUST HAVE TO QUIT SINGING FOR ABOUT THIRTY YEARS OR SO, WHENEVER I DECIDE TO RETIRE!!”
Crkk-acrsh! The first machine promptly started giving off black smoke as Perry's wrench embedded itself inside the mechanics. He jumped up and onto the broken machine, turned to face his nemesis, and leaped for him.
And then twisted around so that his tail whacked Doofenshmirtz in the face. ("OW! How could you, Perry the Platypus...") The earplugs fell out, needless to say.
Perry then froze, pretending to just now notice the karaoke machine.
Doofenshmirtz followed Perry's line of sight. "What, what are you-- oh, that old thing?"
Perry dashed over to the machine, shoved the plug into the wall socket, threw one of the mikes to Doofenshmirtz-- only thirty seconds!-- and
--------------------------
"Hey, where's Perry?" asked Phineas as he stepped down on the moon.
Ferb shrugged.
Ferb shrugged.
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-- and put one of the other mikes up to his own duck bill.
Doofenshmirtz looked from Perry, to the mike, to Perry.
And got the look of the challenge from Perry.
“Oh, you don’t think I can beat you, do you Perry the Platypus? Well, think again!”
And then it was silent. A spotlight came down from nowhere, illuminating Doofenshmirtz as he brought the mike to his mouth... and sang.
Well, tried to. “We will go no farther until you speak the TRUUUTH!”[/b]
BOOOOM!
Just like the doctor ordered. The third and final machine blasted apart, with metal bits flying everywhere. Perry managed to hide behind the karaoke machine. Doofenshmirtz wasn't so lucky, though.
He'd been right next to the thing.
And so, careening off into the sky, the evil Doctor Doofenshmirtz let loose his traditional “CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUS!” [/size]
Job well done. thought Perry the Platypus, standing in the middle of the remains of the Doofenshmirtz-shaped hole, watching the very same man go flying into the distance, towards the sunset.. Job well done.
Wait, are we having beans tonight?
Perry promptly pulled a parachute out of his fedora and slipped it on. Don't want to be late for that! Agent P then lept from the building, unfurled the parachute, and headed back to the Flynn's house.
He could see the spaceship already.
[Everything past the breifing was based on Angelus' Doctor Doofenshmirtz audition. If you're against the alternate take on it, everything above the line is beyond 400 words, so it should work out as a standalone audition. Sorry for any inconvenience!]
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao