Disclaimer: I wish I owned Danny Phantom! Desiree: -turns me into Butch Hartman- AHHHHHHHHH! CHANGE ME BACK CHANGE ME BACK! -is changed back-
Summary: Danny's English class has a substitute: Mr. Lancer. No, not the old, fat, bald guy. His son. Cue the stupid questions.
Rating:K+
Inspiration: This happened in my English class. Almost every question is the same. The teacher's son was the one who subbed. He really did look like Harry Potter if he was shaved. And we managed to get everything done.
Pairings: None
Warnings: No point to the story
Other Notes: To keep off confusion, I use his son's first name.
Mr. Lancer shifted uncomfortably. Na, not that old guy. This Lancer was William Lancer, Mr. Lancer's youngest son. Yes, Mr. Lancer is so old his youngest son was in his late twenties. His son resembled him in terms of having dark black hair, only he had a full-head of it, but he also had a short beard and his mom, the poor soul who actually married Mr. Lancer,'s green eyes which also needed glasses. The second his first class stepped in, chaos was present.
"Whoa, who are you?" some girl asked.
"I'm Mr. Lancer."
"You...kind of look like him," Dash said slowly.
"I'm his son."
"HE BREEDED!" some boy in the back yelled.
"Uh...apparently," Will replied. "Now onto the lesson. Your regular teacher told me that you-"
"Has anybody told you you look like Harry Potter if you didn't have a beard?" Tucker called out.
"Yes," he replied quickly. "Your teacher said that we're going to do this worksheet after we read an act of-"
"You should shave," another girl told him.
"I don't have a beard on my driver's license," Will mentioned. "But also read an act of Jul-"
"Pass it around!" Sam yelled out.
"A chapter of Julius Caesar," Will spoke louder over the forming chant of Pass it around! Pass it around!
He sighed after only two minutes of this and rolled his eyes when everybody cheered as he took out his wallet. After a quick search, he took out his driver's license. He gave it to Sam so that it could be passed around.
"Read a chapter of Julius Caesar. Now open your books, and we'll get started. Give me that license back too. I need it to make my quick getaway out of here."
"Did the Romans really wear togas?"
"Yes."
"Why do the Irish wear skirts?" Paulina wanted to know.
"It's called a Kilt. It's Greek," Will explained.
"WHOA! WHY IS IT GREEK I THOUGHT THEY WERE IRISH!" Kwan shrieked.
"Calm down. They just had some Greek influences or something I guess. Now to find the tape," Will said, searching for the tape that read the books.
"Have you ever heard of Lady Gaga?" Dash asked.
"Yes. Now guys, we really need to get back on task here."
"If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?" Star asked.
"England," Will immediately replied.
"WOW Star. Way to ask such an off-topic question," another student mocked. "Mr. Lancer what's your favorite breed of goat?"
Will just rolled his eyes and put in the tape.
"Where's Singapore?"
Will sighed as he pulled down the map of the world. After a brief search, he pointed to it.
"Who wrote this?" some girl in the back asked.
"William Shakespeare."
"What's your first name?" Tucker asked.
"William."
"Can we like, call you Will or something?" Danny asked.
"No."
"What about Willy? Wilbur? Wizzle?" Sam went on.
"...Wizzle? Really?"
Everybody cracked up.
"Are you married?" Star asked.
"Yes, I've been married for two years."
"Do you have any kids?"
"Nada."
The rest of the class was as followed. Stupid questions.
"How on earth did you get everything done?" Mr. Lancer questioned his son later that evening.
"I have no idea," his son admitted.
