Secrets Best Left Untold

Chapter 1: An Introduction
Mom says I make too big a fuss of things.

"There's nothing weird about what your father does for a living, perhaps a little unusual..." she tells me.

Alright then, Mom, let's take a poll. How many of your fathers run a secret spy organization for animals in the basement as their one and only job? Yeah, didn't think so.

My name's Audrey, Audrey Monogram, and my life is anything but normal. My dad runs a spy organization, made entirely up of animals, in our basement. That's right, our basement. Most people have ping- pong tables, or flat screen T.V.'s in their basement. In ours, we have a bunch of high- tech gadgets, a camera room and a meeting hall with a huge table and lots of chairs. The worse part is, Dad considers this perfectly normal. Yeah, perfectly normal to sit behind a camera all day, giving orders to animals in fedoras and yelling at his intern. Another thing is, I'm not allowed to go to real school, Mom home- schools me. Dad says that going to public school is "too dangerous", that "the enemy" might try to kidnap me, or I might accidentally "let slip" about his "super- important top- secret job". Even if one day I did have the crazy urge to stand up and proclaim what my father does for a living, who do you think would believe me? Would you believe me? I didn't think so.

I'm also not allowed to leave my house at all, or even befriend or socialize with other people. My only friend is my pet cat, Caddy. Yeah, a cat is my best friend. Go figure. The only problem with Caddy is, (besides the fact that she's a cat, that is) that she's almost never home. She's always on one of those super- secret missions that Dad sends her on, whether it's just to go out and get him a cup of coffee, or to save the world. Sometimes Carl, a nice teenage boy that works as an intern for my dad, comes by, but he either leaves right away or goes straight down into the basement to help Dad. Other than that, it's pretty lonely around my house.

My life was unbearably boring, up until a few weeks ago, when I met them.

Those two boys that live across the street from me. Phineas, and Ferb. And their friends, Isabella, Buford, and that Indian kid Baljeet. But if I had known at the time what the consequences to befriending them would be, I wouldn't have even dared to sneak out of the house that fateful day. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning...