Mad at Mouse Part 44

Doofenschmirtz was pacing his cell, back and forth, forth and back. Annoyed beyond measure at one injured woman.

He hadn’t yet decided if he liked her or not. Currently he was leaning towards not.

She had been nice. Helpful. She had listened.

Because of her he was going to miss Vanessa’s birthday party.

Perry the Platypus was currently sat on the table, compiling reports.

They hadn’t been questioned. Yet. Everyone had been too busy panicking about the stars, about the defences, about the woman.

It was a concussion. Not the end of the world. So what if she knew something. Lots of people knew something.

She had felt warm and light in his arms. Too light now he thought about it. She was child sized, she should weight about the same, but Doofenschmirtz suspected her true weight was closer to a bag of sugar.

“She wasn’t human, was she?” Doofenschmirtz asked, turning to Perry. Perry gave the question all due thought, then shrugged, I don’t know, probably not, does it matter?

Yes it mattered. Doofenschmirtz frowned at the thought. “Okay, you’re right, it doesn’t matter. She’s still,” Doofenschmirtz waved his hands wildly, “She’s still annoying and dying, and boo who, not one would care if it was me in there.”

Perry tilted his head and glared at Doofenschmirtz.

“Okay, so you would, and Vanessa. But you don’t see me making all this fuss about a little bump on the head.”

Perry shrugged again, and drifted over to the window.

It was a very nice cell, probably intended as a guest room, but the Queen had made it very clear she would appreciate it if they didn’t wander the grounds.

She wasn’t human. Well, most of the people here wasn’t human, he wasn’t so bigoted as to think everyone who mattered was human, but she it counted. Couldn’t use the same medicine on a duck as you could on a dog.

Did they even know what she was?

Doofenschmirtz didn’t think so, from the comments he had heard while they were rushing about trying to rescue her.

She wasn’t native  to this World, nor to his own.

They were probably making things worse.

Perry chirped, attracting his attention, and waved him over to the window.

Doofenschmirtz looked out and a smile crept its way onto his face.

He knew that ship.

“Well well well.” Doofenschmirtz said, “And who might this be?”

Perry tossed him an annoyed look. You know very well who it is.

Doofenschmirtz held out his hand, “Well then, shall we go and greet them?”