[This isn't the first time that Doof has woken up in a strange place with no recollection of how he got there, but it's certainly the first time he doesn't know how Perry the Platypus might be involved with this. For once, this aesthetic doesn't vibe with O.W.A.C.A.'s style, and neither does it resemble anything from L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N., unless you count their secret island vacation spot that Doof still hadn't been invited to.
...Well, surely his nemesis will show up sooner or later and explain everything to him. In the meantime, Dr. Doofenshmirtz can be found in the lobby, inspecting the plaques. He doesn't recognize any of these people. Out of curiosity, he pushes the music button on his own plaque and grins at the music selection. Ah, yes--his finest work. He then moves to push Bill Cipher's music button, which just seems to be the word "BILL" chanted over and over again. He shrugs, not thinking anything of it.
It takes a few minutes before he realizes that the music still hasn't stopped. He frowns, turning back to the plaques.]
No, no, shut it off--shut it off-- [He pushes the button over and over again, but all it does it start the 'song' again. The lobby has become cacophonous and most definitely should be avoided for the foreseeable future. He raises his fists in the air in a gesture of exasperation.]
Noooooooooo!
[Later, Doofenshmirtz wanders into the trophy room, eyes darting between the various stuffed specimens. His gaze settles on a platypus posed on a log, and he lets out a scandalized gasp.]
Perry the Platypus, you're a taxidermy animal?! [A pause. Doof squints and scratches his head, leaning in closer to scrutinize the trophy.] Waaaait, this is a regular, brown platypus. Nevermind.
no subject
...Well, surely his nemesis will show up sooner or later and explain everything to him. In the meantime, Dr. Doofenshmirtz can be found in the lobby, inspecting the plaques. He doesn't recognize any of these people. Out of curiosity, he pushes the music button on his own plaque and grins at the music selection. Ah, yes--his finest work. He then moves to push Bill Cipher's music button, which just seems to be the word "BILL" chanted over and over again. He shrugs, not thinking anything of it.
It takes a few minutes before he realizes that the music still hasn't stopped. He frowns, turning back to the plaques.]
No, no, shut it off--shut it off-- [He pushes the button over and over again, but all it does it start the 'song' again. The lobby has become cacophonous and most definitely should be avoided for the foreseeable future. He raises his fists in the air in a gesture of exasperation.]
Noooooooooo!
[Later, Doofenshmirtz wanders into the trophy room, eyes darting between the various stuffed specimens. His gaze settles on a platypus posed on a log, and he lets out a scandalized gasp.]
Perry the Platypus, you're a taxidermy animal?! [A pause. Doof squints and scratches his head, leaning in closer to scrutinize the trophy.] Waaaait, this is a regular, brown platypus. Nevermind.