Professor Frink

The years have passed and how time is changing all of us. Bart Simpson I heard is a lawyer now, it was very unlikely looking at his past and Lisa was the president of the U.S.A we knew she would be. A lot really has changed in the past 25 years. Some have been shocking like Bart becoming a lawyer or Milhouse also become a lawyer. However there was one change in the last 25 years and affected me and it was my alliance. I lead a company that is developing into the largest crime fighting unit. We handle the normal bad guys and then we go into the deeper shit like aliens, ghosts and a whole bunch of things.

In the past 25 years Crime Fighters Inc has became the most used for crimes and the police station are slowly crumbling away. Then I was giving a project. I am the co-leader of this project, which brings me back to my home town Springfield. Reverend Lovejoy is the other leader and this is really pissing me off. We have never gotten own, typical because of our beliefs.

Last stop Springfield

I couldn't help but to think that maybe this is a mistake, maybe I shouldn't come here; I don't want to work with Reverend Lovejoy. Oh well it's too late now, time for me to return to this town. The town seems a lot better. I jump off the train and get rid to enter Springfield again. 20 years ago I had moved to work with N.A.S.A but I decided to come back for this new project I been given from Crime Fighters Inc.

I wonder how Lovejoy will feel have me back here and me and him then got to work on this complete. I walk down the roads and fine a place that is almost Home. My old house, soon to be my new house. I never sold the place so because I though I might want to quit sometime and return home. Here I am now, return to involve on a new life and leave my old one behind.

"Professor Frink," I turn around and see my partner in this project. Springfield's really needs a Crime Fighter Inc and sadly for them we are the ones building it.

"I realise me and you are co-leaders of this project, let's set our differences aside and try to be professional about this," A take a deep look into his eye and I know is being real. It almost scares me that he is giving me a truce but I nod my head. I know our peace won't last long but no need to fight right now.

"So, what kind of building did they give us?" Tim Lovejoy just gives me a smile as he leads me towards the building. I was expecting something pathetic and small but I find a massive building.

"Woah, that really our building?"

"Yeah, we both got offices, there is a lab, a magic training area, a testing area, a gym for the physical crime fighters, an area for all the paper work and we got a little extra money to fix up the place if we wish too."

"Got any recruits?"

"Not yet," We hear laughter and turn too see Chief Wiggum standing in front of us.

"No recruits? I heard about your Crime Fighters Inc, meant to be some big crime fighting thing that also deals with supernatural things, stick with the supernatural things boys and leave the crime fighting to us police."

"The police have failed to solve so many crimes in the past, it's about time we make Springfield clean,"

"Professor Frink, I didn't really want your sorry ass back in town but while it's hear, let the big boys take care of the dirty work and you can play with your chemistry set," I have the urge to physical assault the bastard.

"Big boys, I always knew you were more than one person,"

"Well I'm busy solving crimes, have fun counting neutrons and splitting atoms," I can't help but flip him off before he leaves. Reverend Lovejoy and I enter our new building and smell the nice fumes of fresh paint.

"Well did you bring any inventions or anything with you too Springfield?"

"No but my old home has a lot of my early laser guns and my hover car,"

"Well I got to go, I'm busy today, so you can chill out here or go home? Maybe you might want to explore the town again, it's not much different"

"Alright, oh galvin, see you later," I see the aging man walk out of the building. I wonder what I should do, maybe returning to my house for a couple of hours wouldn't be that bad of an idea. I am kind of tired…..

Slowly I work towards my old home. The street is filled with the smell of marijuana, which is quiet uncommon. As I put my key into the door of my old house I feel someone grab me.

"Freeze you Bastard," I put my arms up in the a boxing position waiting to strike. I get a better look of the man and he looks nothing like the man I saw 20 something years ago. How could one man change so must? Age has left this man with longish blonde hair, he smelt like dope and he was cleanly shaved.

"Homer? The hair……"

"I know, it's great isn't it?"

"I always wondered where your children all got Blonde hair from,"

"Yeah and modern technology is great,"

"Oh you have no idea how great it is," I give a little smile as I unlock my door and enter a room with laser guns, hover cars, robots, walking ice cream machines and nerd killers. Back in the day these inventions were respected almost as much as Metallica but these inventions now are all over the world these days. Springfield seems one of the only towns that have technology from the 2000s.

"Come in Homer," I say to the old man that is aging. When I step into the house and with better light I can see there are trace amounts of white hair mixed with his blonde and there are mild wrinkles on his face.

"When did you start doing weed?"

"Everybody doe Weed, aren't you working with the government now?"

"Yes…. Well sort of… kind of just like the cops do, we are better cops," Homer starts to observe my home with enthusiasm. It must have been about 25 years before anyone has stepped into this home and me and Homer are the first people to do so.

"So how's the power plant going?"

"I'm sick of it, it's like… Burns, why don't you do something you old fuck," he gives out a huge laugh and I'm not sure if it's because he is stoned.

"willing to change jobs? Crime Fighters Inc need some new recruitments and it's a pretty good organisation. Dangerous at times but you seen worst."

"Crime Fighters Inc, I'll think about it…." The man gets up, grabs a bong and exit's the door. If he does choose to be a crime fighter he may need to change some bad habits.