AN: Phineas & Ferb belong to Dan & Jeff... and Disney.

Lawrence arrived home from work one evening. Linda's car wasn't in the driveway. He parked his car in the garage and entered into the kitchen. "Is anybody home?" He said as he walked through the kitchen and into the living room.

The kitchen was perfectly clean. All dishes were put away and the loose hinge on the cupboard had been tightened. That must have been one of the boys who did that. He thought to himself as he made his way through the living room to the stairs.

Lawrence paused half-way up the stairs. He just listened to the sounds of the house. "Hello? Is anybody home?" He called out again. He made it to the top of the stairs, the boys' bedroom door opened and Ferb emerged. "Father."

13-year-old Ferb stepped into the hallway, he was holding an official looking envelope in front of himself as though it were a bomb. Lawrence looked at his son. "Are you the only one home? Where is everyone else?" The teen nodded and took a tentative step closer to his father. "Phineas needed new shoes, his old ones are worn." He said. Lawrence looked at Ferb, the teen looked scared. "Is everything all right? Ferb, what's the matter?" The green-haired lad took another tentative step down the hallway toward his father holding the envelope out in front of himself. "Mum took them to the mall, she said she'd bring back pizza for dinner."

Lawrence met his son in the middle of the hallway and looked at the envelope in his hands. "What's this?" He inquired. Ferb looked up, into his father's eyes, and handed the envelope over.

To the parent or guardian of F. Fletcher.

Lawrence turned the envelope over in his hands, Ferb hadn't even tried to open it. "Do you know what this is about?" Lawrence inquired. Ferb shook his head and stared at the floor.

Lawrence opened the letter, read it and looked at his son. Ferb didn't move. He was still standing in the hallway looking at the floor. "Ferb, we need to talk about this." Lawrence said, then turned around before heading downstairs and into the living room. Ferb reluctantly followed. "Sit." Lawrence pointed to the couch. The teen sat down. "Ferb, this letter says I'm to call the school and set up a meeting with your principal and guidance counselor about your 'future educational options'."

"I won't mention this to the rest of the family until we know what this is about." Lawrence said as he heard Linda's car pull into the driveway. "I'll call the school in the morning and we'll get this sorted out as soon as we can." He finished. Ferb nodded, stood up, and started heading towards the stairs.

"Ferb!" Phineas called as he came running into the house. "Mom thought you could use a new hoodie, it's green and gray... she had me try it on 'to see if it would fit?' what's that even supposed to mean? Anyhow, here." Phineas rambled as he charged in the direction of his brother, almost colliding with him. Ferb looked at his brother, at the hoodie and back to his brother. "What? I don't even get the famous 'Ferb Fletcher eyebrow?'" Ferb shook his head, took the offered hoodie and went upstairs.

"What about pizza..." Ferb heard his brother call after him as he closed the bedroom door.


Friday at school, Ferb was sitting at his desk listening to the morning announcements. There was going to be a school dance next Thursday evening. Next Friday was the last day prior to Spring Break. There were a few girls who were talking about who they were going to the dance with. Ferb wasn't planning on attending, he knew that Phineas wanted to go. Therefore he probably had to attend to 'keep an eye' on his brother; who was a year behind him. What's Mum going to do next year when I'm in high school and Phin's still here? He thought to himself. "Now I request the following students to come to the Principal's office immediately. Buford Van Stomm, Owen Alexander and Ferb Fletcher." Ferb's head snapped up and he looked directly at the speaker. "What did you do to get summoned to the office? Fix the furnace? Re-wire the computer lab?" One of the girls teased. Ferb stood up and glared at her. "I hot wired the principal's car and took it out for a joyride." He said straight-faced as he stood up and left.

Ferb cautiously walked through the hallways of the school and made his way to the office. Just as he was about to turn the final corner he heard Buford and Owen having an argument about who started the fight that got them both into trouble. "Wait a minute Buford. Who was the third person called down? Wasn't that, that weirdo Fletcher? We can blame him and get him into more trouble than he'll know what to do with." Owen said. Buford grunted. "Look. This is between you and me. Don't go dragin' anyone else into it; especially Ferb. You started it – and you know it." The burly boy shot back. Ferb then heard Buford's heavy boots stomp on the floor.

Ferb rounded the corner and saw his father enter into the building. Ferb looked to his feet as he traversed the last few feet to the office door. Sitting in the chairs in front of the secretary's desk were Buford and Owen. He made his way to the desk and looked at the secretary, his father came up behind him and held out the envelope. "We're here about... this" Lawrence said. "Yes, of course. Mr. Morris will be available in a few minutes. Have a seat please."

Buford looked to his friend. "Hey, bean-pole! You know you're really in trouble when your parents have to come down for a meeting." He then started to laugh, Owen joined in. Ferb leaned forward in his chair and covered his face with his hands.

Isabella arrived late to school, she walked into the office for a late pass. "Sorry, I had a dentist appointment." She signed in then turned around and saw her friends there with another known troublemaker. Her eyes went wide when she saw her crush's brother and father sitting there. She gave a small smile and headed to her class.

Buford and Owen were called into the office to 'talk' with the Vice Principal about their actions.

Mr. Morris came out and called "Mr. Fletcher and Ferb, follow me." He didn't sound impressed, he always sounded as though he were on the brink of yelling. He directed father and son into his office, closed the door and sat behind his large oak desk.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Lawrence inquired. "Your son." Mr. Morris began. "Has been a student of this school for the past seven and a half years. In all this time, he's been an exemplary student."


Isabella made her way to her class, handed the late pass to her teacher and took her seat at the desk beside Phineas. "Okay class, pair up and work on the assignment from yesterday." The teacher told them. Isabella and Phineas moved their desks together. "Why is Ferb in the office with your father?" Isabella inquired of him. Phineas looked at her, his eyes went wide. "Dad's here?" Isabella nodded. The red-head looked at his notebook. "Ferb was called down to the office over the morning announcements. I've no idea what it's about. Though, the last couple of days he hasn't been himself. It's as if he were upset about something."


Ferb and Lawrence's meeting with Mr. Morris and the guidance counselor lasted almost three hours. The thirteen-year-old was allowed to collect his books, and get his homework for the day just before lunch. He was given a note from the principal stating that he'd be back in class Monday. Ferb tentatively entered his class and everyone turned and stared at him. He handed the note to his teacher, went to his desk and grabbed his books. As he went to the teacher's desk to get a list of homework assignments one of his classmates called out to him. "Are you suspended for being a freak?" Ferb tried to ignore them and continued to get the list of homework from the teacher before he left the class.

Phineas along with Isabella and her Fireside Girls were heading outside for their lunch period when they spied Ferb en route back to the office. "Ferb! Hey, Ferb!" Phineas called out as he ran toward his brother. The taller one paused in his step but didn't turn around. "What's going on? You were called to the office this morning and Isabella said she saw you there with Dad." The younger one said. Ferb nodded his head, shifted his backpack and continued on his way. "I'll see you when you get home." Ferb told his brother. "You're going home now? Why?" Phineas caught up to him. Ferb stopped walking again and turned to face his step-brother. "Mr. Morris suggested that I go home and 'think things over' for the afternoon and take care of any homework." Ferb said as he made his way down the hallway towards the office where his father was waiting for him

Phineas followed. "Hey Dad!" Lawrence looked over and saw his two boys coming toward him. "Hello, Phineas. Are you ready to go Ferb?" The green-haired teen nodded. The red-head came over and looked at his father and brother. "Ferb said he gets to go home now. Why? Has he been suspended? Ferb, what did you do?" Lawrence looked to his son. "You see Phineas, Ferb and I had a meeting with Mr. Morris this morning. Ferb's got a lot to think about right now." He said and handed the car keys to Ferb. "He's not been suspended, in fact... it's practically the opposite."