A/N; Hey, this is my first fanfic so be nice, or I will KARATIE CHOP YYYOOOUUU!
Disclaimer; I no own Simpsons or Phineas and Ferb. Nuff said.

As usual, Bart was the last one to leave.

The school was deserted, even Groundskeeper Willie had rushed to the ice-cream truck as soon as the last bell rang at 3.00. The only people there who remained was himself and his mortal enemy, the one he hated more than Sideshow Bob, the crazed, psychopathic maniac who Bart felt was always watching him. No, this was a woman, who, believe it or not, had a crazy fling with Ned Flanders, and she was sitting in the same room as him, smoking, with her green pumps on the desk.
Edna Crabappel.

Bart decided to wind his teacher up like the toy soldiers he had gotten for Christmas, and unfortunately Homer had sat on. He began to hum quietly, a tune he was very familiar with.

"Edna is a nut,
She has a rubber butt.
Every time she turns around,
It goes "Putt-putt"!"

Edna looked up from her desk covered with cigeratte ashes and gave him "The Death Glare"
"Bart Simpsons, please shut up, you are distracting my from my cigeratte puffs…" said Edna. Bart ignored what Crabappel said and hummed even louder, swinging his hips back and forth until Edna got so annoyed that she told him to dance his way out of the school. Bart threw himself out of the class door and ran down the corridor, forgetting his bag in the classroom. Bart slammed open his locker door, grabbed his skateboard and went home. Whilst Bart was skating past Professor Frink's house there was a lot of friends and family crowding his house. Suddenly, Marge ran to Bart, she was as white as a sheep.
"Mom, are you okay, you're as white as a sheep… Anyway, what has happened here?" said Bart looking very worried.
"I think he was trying to fix the light in his study, when he didn't have the right screw-driver to fix it and he electrocuted himself and was found lying on the floor.." cried Marge
"HHHAAAHHH, and he's supposed to be the smart one." giggled Bart. "Bart this is no laughing matter, a very kind, loving man has died here today." shouted an upset Mum.
Marge grabbed Bart by the wrist and pulled to Professor Frink's house, Bart could here family and friends sobbing whilst he is being took into the ambulance. Everyone walked away clinging onto each other, like glue on paper. Marge watched the ambulance take Professor Frink away and then walked slowly down to the house, normally it is so noisy she can't hear herself think, but this time it was so quiet it was like no-one was in, but actually everyone was in but they were in the garden with their heads slumped down and were wearing black suits (Homer) dresses (Lisa). Lisa brought down one of her malibu stacy dolls (that had been torn up by Santa's Little Helper) and dressed it up like Professor Frink, there was even Snowball's coffin there. (He wasn't even dead though…)
"We are all gathered here today to say goodbye to a smart, loving friend and family member, who was found in his front room lying on the ground with a screw driver on his belly,he was just found 6 minutes ago, by an anbulance team." sobbed Homer, "Homer, Lisa… what are you doing? Lisa, that's your favourite malibu Stacy doll!" Said Marge, trying to look happy. "Well we thought that it would be better for you and for us, that if you don't want to go to the funeral then we can have our own one here! Oh and this Malibu Stacy is all torn up by Santa's little helper and her hair is all stuck up, just like Professor Frink's hair." Lisa laughed.

TO BE CONTINUED...