It's another boring day of school in Dimsdale. A pink-hatted 4th grade boy with buck teeth is sitting, waiting. Waiting for the bell to ring for school to be over for the day.
"And that answers Chester's question, class," the teacher drones on, "of why you should never stick a fork in a toaster." Everybody yawns.
"This is boring." the pink-hatted boy whispers to his pink and green pencils, "I wish Crocker had a whoopee cushion on his seat." And sure enough, a whoopee cushion poofs onto the teacher's chair just as he sits down, making a rather loud flatulent noise.
"GAH! Who did this!" Mr. Crocker screams as the whole class bursts into laughter. "Who did this! When I find out who did this, they're going to have a detention for a mon-"
"I have an announcement!" the principle bursts in the classroom before the maniatic teacher could finish his sentence, "We are going to have a fieldtrip to the famous city called Amity Park! And we stay there for two days!" The class cheers in excitement. "It's not just an ordinary field trip either. Each Fourth Grader will be assigned with an Eighth Grade kid to show you around the city museum." All the kids get more excited at this. Well, everyone except for Timmy.
"I don't want to be stuck with a teenager! They're all mean!" Timmy whispers to his pencils once again, "And I bet I'll get stuck with the meanest one, too! I mean, with my luck." He falls silent, as if waiting for his pencils to talk back to him. And weirdly enough, the pink pencil replies to his complaints.
"I bet it won't be all that bad, sport." comforts the pink pencil, which by the sounds of it, the pencil is a woman. "And how do you know all teenagers are mean?"
"I don't know, but can you name any teenager that are nice?" the pink pencil doesn't reply.
"He's right. Who would be nice to some guy with a stupid pink hat?" chirps the green pencil which sounds like a guy. Both Timmy and the pink pencil glares at him. "I mean really, Timmy, and who would be nice to some guy with bigger teeth than—"
"Shut UP, stupid!" The pink pencil shouts a little too loudly. But luckily no one else heard, because they were listening anxiously to the principle about the field trip.
"And remember, students, the field trip starts on Friday. Everyone will meet their Eighth Grade buddy when the bus stops at the Amity Park museum. Have a nice afternoon!" The bell rings as if right on cue right after the principle finishes her statement. All of the Fourth Graders leave the school, and when everybody's out of sight, Timmy's talking pencils turn into his fairy god parents. The pink one turns into Wanda, a pink haired, pink eyed fairy with a yellow shirt and black pants. The green one turns into Cosmo, a green haired, green eyed fairy with a white shirt, black tie, and black pants. They both have floating crowns above their heads and holding a black wand with a yellow star on top.
"But really, Timmy, have you seen your teeth? They're bigger than a beav—ooh OOH! A piece of STRING! It's so full of stringiness! Does the fun EVER STOP! Hee hee hee hee hee! WHEEEEEEEE!" Cosmo squeals after Wanda poofs him a piece of string. Meanwhile, in Amity Park…
"And that is why you should never stick a fork in a toaster. Anymore stupid questions?" The class is silent. "Good. I'd laugh if some other teacher was answering this question just a couple minutes ago." Mr. Lancer says more to himself than to the Eighth Grade. Some people yawn. A raven-haired boy with blue eyes is sleeping in a desk in the back of the classroom. "Oh and by the way. Friday, a Fourth Grade class will be visiting our town from Dimsdale for a couple of days. Danny Fenton, wake up and stop drooling on your desk or that will be another detention!" the raven-haired kid jumps up almost instantly, wipes the drool off his face, and scowls at the non-surprised teacher. "Anyway, fourth graders will be coming here Friday and some Eighth Graders will be assigned to a kid for two days. This will be a great opportunity for a grade booster for certain students," Mr. Lancer glances at Danny, "and it could be just for fun, too."
The class becomes more lively and excited now that they actually are going to have fun instead of doing some history homework or something. Danny's not too happy, though.
"Is this the only way to get better grades?" complains to a girl who is wearing clothes that look like you'd find someone wearing on Halloween. Her shirt is as dark as her jet-black hair, and her lipstick matches her light, radiant purple eyes. She looks up from her doodles of skulls and bats on her notebook to face Danny. "I mean, come on, Sam. I don't do well with little kids."
"Well I don't see why you don't do well with kids. You pretty much act like one yourself." Sam retorts, "And besides, you really need to better grades if you don't want to take this class again next year. I'd be happy to get a kid, myself, but I could just help you instead, considering that you also have to save this town's butt, too."
"I won't be assigned to no kid. Mr. Lancer probably won't let me. I think it's because I failed Health class for letting a whole bunch of other guys' flower sacks be a part of my mom's cooking." Another kid replies. This guy has a red hat-like thing on his head and has glasses. The seriousness in his turquoise eyes made both Danny and Sam laugh. "Oh well. At least they made great cookies!" Some other kids glared at him, probably because it was their flour sacks that have been turned into the cookies.
"Well that's good, Tucker, you could help me with this kid, too. I need all the help I can get." Danny says, relieved a little more.
"What do you mean, all the help you can get? Do you think this kid is going to bounce all over the walls and pull all these pranks on you?" Sam says in an annoyed tone.
"Well, aren't all kids like that?" Sam frowns. "Come on Sam, remember Youngblood? Or Dani Phantom? Dani? With an i? Sam grimaces at the memory of Danielle splattering food all over her and Tucker at the lunch table, but still frowns at Danny.
"Those two are an exception. Not all kids are like that. All of the other kids that I've watched where nice to me." The bell rings. "Just think about it Danny. I know you'll like this. It'll be fun." Sam picks up her books and leaves to go home. Tucker does the same, leaving Danny alone to walk home by himself.
"Maybe she's right," Danny ponders to himself "those kids were ghosts. Well, Danielle was part ghost, but still had ghost in her. Maybe this isn't a bad idea after all." Danny enters the door to the Fenton Works, or his house, not knowing that the kid he's going to get has troubles himself.