Author's Note: Hey everyone! The last time I posted anything on this site was in March. I started another story based on one of my own experiences, but I got distracted by the end of the school year and a month-long vacation in Summer, but I'm back! This isn't the story I was working on before: that one it going to take a long time to write. This is just an idea I while writing the other one. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas nor Ferb. Professor Lynch is my idea, however.
P.S. For the math to work out in chapter two, It's the year 2012 and Phineas and Ferb are 18, meaning they were born in 1994.
"Mister Flynn! What do you think you are doing?"
It was Professor Lynch, Phineas's physics instructor. Today was Phineas's first day at Tri-state Polytechnic, the most exclusive private engineering school in the tri-state area, and it was his last class of the day. He and Ferb had signed up for all of the same classes, and sat next to each other in every class—except this one. They had physics at the same time, but with different teachers.
The physics program at Tri-state Polytechnic, TP for short, had several professors, all with physics-related doctorates, but Phineas and Ferb had managed to get the only two TP professors with another doctorate: one had a doctorate in art appreciation, while the other had a doctorate in applied mathematics. One would encourage his students to think outside the box and come up with creative solutions to modern problems, while the other would forced his students to memorize equations by rote and regurgitate it on the test. One loved teaching young adults new things, while the other loved strangling good grades out of whomever found themselves in his lecture hall.
Guess which one was Professor Lynch.
"Mister Flynn! I repeat: what do you think you are doing?"
Phineas looked up from his notebook and replied, "I'm taking notes like you told us to, Mister-"
"Mister Flynn! I thought I specifically said that I will be addressed as Professor Lynch. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Professor Lynch," Phineas grumbled. Everyone else in the class averted their eyes from the exchange.
"Now," Professor Lynch continued, "You said that you were taking notes. I see notes, but what are all those other things?"
Phineas perked up. "These are my designs for a cheap and efficient way to launch spacecrafts into orbit. It uses magne-"
Professor Lynch interrupted, "Mister Flynn! You have such a wonderful imagination."
Phineas smiled. The rest of the class was silently shocked at the compliment.
Professor Lynch continued, "That is a detestable quality in my classroom. You call those drawings 'designs,' your classmates might call them 'doodles,' but I call them 'distractions,' and they are not to be seen in my classroom. Now give me your paper."
Phineas reluctantly did as he was told. The class gasped as Professor Lynch quickly proceeded to tear Phineas's notes in half. He then leaned in close to Phineas and warned, "No more distractions, understand?"
Phineas slumped at his desk. "Yes, sir."
"Oh, Mister Flynn, you will not receive any participation points today, and will have a fifty percent reduction on all participation points for the semester."
"Wait!" Phineas exclaimed, "That means that even if I do everything else perfectly this semester, the best I can get is a D+! That's not fair at all!"
The class began murmuring at the fact that a student had just stood up to Professor Lynch.
Professor Lynch just laughed at Phineas's remark. "I decide what is fair and what is not! Perhaps you would like a further reduction in participation points, hmm?"
Feeling defeated, Phineas backed down, said, "No, sir," and pulled out another sheet of paper to begin writing new notes.
Professor Lynch smirked. "Remember this, Mister Flynn: this is my classroom, and I make the rules." He then walked back to the front of the class. Everyone fell silent.
Suddenly, Phineas had an idea. "Professor Lynch!" he called. The whole class stiffened at the thought of another fight, but before anyone could speak, Phineas proposed, "If I make my design a reality by this Saturday at noon, will you come see it?"
Professor Lynch roared with laughter and smugly said, "Mister Flynn, if you make your design a reality, I will most definitely come see it, and you will get an A for the semester. But when you cannot do the impossible by Saturday—and you won't—you will fail my class and be removed from this school. Deal?" Professor Lynch crossed his arms and waited for the student's inevitable surren-
"Deal."
The whole class was in complete shock. Most of them had come from outside of Danville and had never heard of Phineas Flynn, but some of the others tried to explain some of his and his brother's impossible feats.
"They built a roller coaster in a day!"
"A beach in their backyard!"
"Traveled through time! Twice!"
"A rocket!"
"THEY BUILT A BOWLING BALL!"
Everyone in the class stopped and stared at the person who had just yelled that.
"What?" she said, "It was really big and you could ride in it."
"Silence!" Professor Lynch yelled as he turned to face Phineas. "Very well, Mister Flynn, I will see you on Saturday around noon."
"Great," Phineas said, completely confident now, "And lunch is on me."
Just then, the bell rang, and Professor Lynch announced, "Class dismissed!" but before anyone could leave, he added, "Mister Flynn, stay put."
Everyone quickly scurried out of the room, relieved to have survived the first day of Professor Lynch's lecture. Some even shot Phineas a nervous glance as they left.
After everyone was gone, Professor Lynch started, "Mister Flynn, I have been teaching for many, many years, and I have never met a student with grades like yours who would make such a stupid deal. The endeavor you have begun is absolutely impossible, and I think we both know that. However, because your test scores and high school grades are the highest of all of my incoming freshmen, I will give you one more chance to step down, with no reduction in participation points for the semester. Do you accept?"
Without hesitation, Phineas replied, "No thank you, sir. I will show you what can be done with a little technical know-how and a lot of imagination."
Professor Lynch frowned. "You had better not be pulling my leg, boy, or I will not hesitate to get you expelled from this school."
Phineas smiled broadly. "I understand, sir, but I promise that you will not be disappointed on Saturday. Now, are you okay with chicken for lunch?"
Professor Lynch sighed. "That will be fine, Mister Flynn. You are dismissed."
"Okay, bye!" With that, Phineas waved good-bye and left the building.
Author's Note: So what did you guys think? Review please!