Author's note: Hey guys I finally decided to drag my trash self into this fandom, and while I was pondering what I should contribute, my brain had an exciting revelation: HEY YOU LIKE THE BREAKFAST CLUB! YOU LIKE PENN ZERO PART TIME HERO! YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT TO DO BITCH! MASH THAT SHIT UP! So here is my brain child: The Breakfast Club type situation that no one in the PZPTH fandom needed. AT ALL. I hope you all enjoy it though this is my first ever fanfic! :)
Time-6:54
It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning. The sky was blue, the birds were chirping, it truly was the perfect day to laze around the house and do nothing. However, Penn Zero could not do that, for he was now outside of his high school leaning up against his backup backup scooter (his back up scooter was previously destroyed by his friend and sidekick, Sashi). He suddenly felt a strange, but familiar vibration in his pants; his MUHU was going off. He quickly pressed his finger to it, and a projection of his parents in TMDWI appeared before him.
"Hey Sporto!" Brock said to his son once his face became visible. " You excited about your first official detention?" He joked.
"Oh yes, just the thought of having to spend 9 hours in a library under the watchful supervision of my sadistic art teacher, who also happens to be my arch nemesis, just thrills me," Penn deadpanned.
"Oh sweetheart," Vonnie cut in, "Don't let that jerk, Rippen get you down! And remember, even though you're a hero, if you do the crime, you-"
"Do the time. Yeah mom, I know," Penn interjected. He mentally groaned. He sometimes hated that his parents, regardless of how reckless he acted, always tried to remind him of what a "hero" he was.
"That doesn't mean you can't bounce back son!" Brock exclaimed. "You can handle a little detention, besides what doesn't kill you-"
"Makes you stronger, yes I know. God, you guys are so corny!" Penn said with a chuckle. "I'll talk to you later."
His parents waved him goodbye, while simultaneously and impressively punching a hydra in its face. Well faces.
Penn, clicked his MUHU and ended the call. He then proceeded to pull a silver bike lock out of his backpack, and lock his scooter to a nearby pole. With that, he began to walk towards Middleburg Central High, mentally preparing himself for the worst, and/or most memorable day of his freshmen life.