Baljeet Gets an F
Chapter 1
"I got an 'A'." Phineas said to Baljeet as soon as he got his spelling test back. They were heading for their next classes. "What did you get Baljeet?" Baljeet looked at him and smiled.
"Guess." He responded.
"Hmmm, an A?" Baljeet pretended to be shocked.
"How did you know?"
"Because you always get A's." Buford said.
"Not always." Baljeet reminded him. "Sometimes I get A-pluses or even higher!" Buford rolled his eyes.
"Stupendous!" Phineas stated. "Or S-t-u-p-e-n-d-o-u-s!"
"Thanks! I can't wait to get our report cards!"
"Why?" Buford wanted to know. "You know you'll get all A's, A-plus, A plus-plus and so on."
"Because if I do well, and I hate to brag, but I know I will; then I'll get to go to India with my parents for two weeks!"
"That's great Baljeet!" Phineas told his friend.
"I know it is. I get to see Misthi again, my relatives, the Taj Mahal and so much more! I may miss school for it but I can easily catch up."
"That's so cool that you probably will go to India," Isabella spoke. "While all of us are stuck here in this cold January weather." She looked at the snow on the windows, then back at Baljeet. "So, when will you go?"
"The Friday before Martin Luther King Jr Day."
"I'm so jealous. You are so lucky."
"Yes, yes I am. It may be hot over there, well it is all the time, but I'd prefer it much more than over here when it snows."
"Yeah." Phineas agreed.
"But you do need lots of water." Baljeet said. "And plenty of sun screen. It's on the Equator so it is like July over there, only all the time!"
"What?" Buford questioned. "It never snows over there? Ha Ha! I feel sorry for you. You can't do snowball fights, sled, ski and other fun stuff that you do in the snow."
"You get used to it and there's snow on the mountains. Besides, there's other fun things to do in India like playing cricket, going to wildlife parks where tigers run free, go on temple trails that will take you on spiritual journeys, sandy beaches, mountains and so much more!"
"You let tigers run free? Well, you better watch it or you'll be eaten alive!"
"That's only in the parks, but yes, yes you do."
"So, are you ready for our social studies test this afternoon?" Phineas asked, changing the subject.
"You know it."
"I didn't study." Buford confessed apathetically.
"There's a shocker." The bell rang and the kids continued to their next classes.
Perry entered his lair from pushing a hidden button on the wall by the fireplace.
Once he was there, he put on his fedora and sat down at his chair. He turned on the monitor. Major Monogram appeared on screen.
"Greetings Agent P," Monogram spoke to the platypus agent. "Now your assignment is…" A phone rang from off screen.
"Great googly moogly! Who can that be? Sorry Agent P, this will only take a minute." He disappeared from the screen, leaving a blank stretch of purple wall. "Hello? Carl!? I'm with Agent P; this better be important!" He listened a moment. "What? Yes it's here. Can't you ask someone to lend you money and pay them back? Fine, but next time you're going to have to remember it." He listened some more, and then got mad. "Quit your whining Carl! I can't parent you all the time, you have to be responsible for your actions." He listened some more. Perry crossed his arms across his chest; sighing and looking at his watch. He was getting impatient. "Good gosh Carl, you're in college! I shouldn't have to do this. But I'll do it just this once. Yes, yes, I'm sure you are grateful. I'll leave as soon as I give Agent P his mission. Bye!" He hung up and came on screen again. A wallet was in his hand.
"Sorry Agent P." He apologized. "That was Carl." He held up the wallet. "He forgot his wallet and he needs it for the bus and he doesn't want to 'sound desperate' by having to ask for money. I have to go, but before I do, let me give you your mission. Now, Dr. Doofenshmirtz has made an 'inator' that does something." Perry gave him a look. Monogram noticed this and shrugged, "That's all I got. Look Agent P, I don't have all the details. He's making an inator that may, no, will, without a doubt do something evil. Put a stop to it. Now I got to give this to Carl. It's funny that a platypus can be smarter then a human. But you're no ordinary platypus and that how things are, I guess. Monogram, over and out!" The platypus saluted as the screen shut off. He got into his hover car, fastened his seatbelt, and flew off.
"Okay, studious hours." Baljeet said as soon as he had his social studies test in front of him. "Let's see if all of our effort pays off!"
"Nice work using our word of the week." Phineas told him. "Mrs. Smarts will like you for that. You'll earn extra credit points for sure!"
"Big deal!" Buford said. "Jeet uses the word of the day in his sentences all the time! He has a bajillion extra credit points by now."
"Bajillion is not a real number." Baljeet pointed out. Buford gave him a look, making a fist.
"Don't make me pummel you a bajillion times. Well, I will ether way." Baljeet laughed nervously.
"Yes, whatever you say."
"Okay," Mr. Simon said as soon as he was back at his desk. "You may begin." Kids picked up their pencils, looked at their tests and began filling in their scantrons.
Perry walked trough the door to Dr. D's room. As soon as he closed the door, Dr. D came and stamped a big red F on his forehead with a stamp.
"F!" He said. He then went to a nearby lever and pulled down. The platform where Perry stood opened up and the platypus fell into a pit shaped like a giant letter F. He was about to grab his grappling hook when the doctor ordered Norm to snatch it from him with the aid of his extendable hand.
"I'll take that!" The robot said in his cheerful voice.
"Thank you, Norm." The doctor said when the robot handed it to him. He put it in his pocket.
"You are quite welcome, sir!"
"Now go and make me a sub!"
"What kind of sub do you want?"
"Oh I don't know. Any kind I guess except cheese. I'm still lactose intolerant."
"Will do!" The robot marched into the kitchen.
The platypus tried to wall jump out when he slipped and fell back down.
"Ha!" The doctor laughed "I just rubbed the sides with soap so you can't get out using your 'video game-y tricks!" The platypus chattered madly at him.
"And what is my latest invention?" He went over to a machine covered in a cloth and wipped it off, revealing a laser-like machine. "Behold, my F-inator!" Perry looked at it. "And how does it work you may ask?"
"Back in Gimmelshtump, when my brother and I were kids going to school, I seem to get fives and sixes, or D's and F's all the time while Roger would get straight ones or A's. Every time Roger would get a one, our mother would pat him kindly on the head and hang it on the ice bucket. As for me, I would get yelled at by my papa, get grounded and sent off to bed without any food. That's why I invented this! —My F-inator! With this, every student in the entire Tri-State Area will get Fs even if they got every answer to an assignment right! And the students who normally get Fs, will still get Fs and they will suffer what I had to go through when I was in school! Their parents might be so mad at them that they might not take them to a cool vacation with them to India for example, but that's life!" He cackled to himself.
Perry whistled for his hover car. The hover car flew down to his side. The platypus hopped into it and flew out of the pit. Dr. D snapped back into reality. He looked at the monotreme. "Oh, I better hurry and activate it before you…" The animal agent kicked him in the jaw. The doctor sailed back and crashed into the machine. It fired once before it exploded into a million pieces. "…kick me." Perry took his grappling hook from Dr. D's pocket.
The platypus jumped in his hover car again and flew off, hoping that whatever it hit wasn't a school.
"CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUS!" Just them Norm came in with the sub sandwich.
"I got you your sandwich sir!" Norm said. Dr. D looked at him.
"Norm, I just got thwarted by my nemesis; I'm not in the mood." He looked at it. There was chicken in it. He grabbed it. "Oooh, is that chicken? Give me it!" He took it and took a bite.
"But, I thought you said you're not in the mo…"
"Shut it Norm!"
"Yes sir!"
The kids all looked at their tests when they got them back.
"And my grade is…" Phineas' smile faded instantly. "I don't believe it."
"What did you get Phineas?" Isabella wanted to know.
"This must be a mistake. I got an F."
"Yeah, it must be a mistake. I got an F too." Phineas looked at his stepbrother.
"What did you get Ferb? An A because you are awesome at knowledge?" Ferb sadly shook his head sadly and showed them his test. A big red F was on it.
"Oh, you got an F too? That's too bad." Buford laughed.
"Does the F stand for the first letter of your name?" Buford teased.
"Buford!" Isabella scolded. "This is no time to make jokes!"
"Sorry, but his name does begins with F, right? Anyways, I got an F too. It's nothing new. I didn't sign my name like always."
"Let's go see if Mr. S made a mistake." Phineas told his friends. They went to their teacher. Mr. S was talking to their fellow classmate, Max. Max looked sad. When Mr. S was done, Max slowly walked to his desk.
"Mr. Simon?" Phineas asked. Mr. S looked at them.
"Ah Phineas and friends!" Mr. S stated. "How may I assist you?" Phineas showed him his paper.
"Well, you gave all of us Fs. We were wondering if that was a mistake." Mr. S's smile disappeared. He shook his head.
"I'm afraid not, Phineas. Machines don't make mistakes, and the scantrons went through without a single problem."
"So, it's not a mistake?"
"Precisely." Mr. S then clapped his hands to gain the kids' attentions. The kids looked at him.
"Attention," He stated. "I know you are all disappointed about your grades and I'm sorry. But you got what you got. The computer does not make mistakes when it comes to grading. You can all make this up after school on Friday." All the kids groaned.
"Sounds like all the kids in the class did poorly." Phineas observed. Buford nudged Baljeet.
"Hey Jeet, what you get? He asked. "I don't think we got you yet."
"I got an A or an A plus." He answered. Buford leaned into him.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive! That's what I always get!"
"Are you sure that you're…"
"YES!" Baljeet snapped.
"Are you sure that you're sure that you're…"
"YES! Look, I'll show you." He flipped over his test.
"Voila!" He said, his eyes closed. "Tell me that's not an A or an A plus or higher." His friends looked at it and gasped. He had received an F too.
"I may be bad in school," Buford started. "But I'm pretty sure that's a F."
"Well, you're just teasing me because that is defintnantly an…" He opened his eyes to look at it. Horror swept through him.
"Baljeet, are you going to be alright?" Phineas asked.
"I-I-I." Baljeet stuttered. Buford elbowed him. "I got an F."