First thing I wanna do is remind people that this entire story is NOT to be considered part of my fake season four story line. It is the original version of the updated version which can be seen on my profile. Anything read in this story should NOT be considered part of the story line I have written, even if some elements have been carried over into the other stories.

No elements of this chapter have been carried over into new or updated stories, and it is unlikely that any ever will be.

Chapter 3- Driver's ED:

Shortly after arriving at school; Danny, Sam and Tucker take their first class of the day, Driver's Ed. They walk into the class room portion of the class to find that the only other students were Paulina, Star, Dash and Kwan. "How did we get stuck in a class with these morons?" Sam asked upon seeing the four others sitting at their own desks as soon as they walk in.

"You expect us to know?" Danny responded as they took their seats.

Paulina was overjoyed that Danny was in the same class. She jumped into the seat next to Danny and gave him a big hug. "What are the chances that we were put in the same class together?" she asked him in an excited tone.

"The chances were pretty good apparently," Sam answered her. "But the chances of me letting you keep that seat are very slim," she said before she shoved Paulina out of the seat and sat down.

"What is wrong with you!?" Paulina yelled at her after she stood back up. "What could you possibly see in her?" she asked Danny after she yelled at Sam.

"More than I see in you," Danny informed her before Mr. Lancer walked into the room.

"Alright everybody, settle down!" he demanded of them. "Take your seat," he said to Paulina who retook the seat she was sitting in before Danny, Sam and Tucker walked in. He looked around the seven students with disappointment. "You seven are the only students in this class?" he asked them.

"Well Mr. Lancer, it is the end of the year. This is the last available class of the school year," Tucker pointed out. "Everybody else took the earlier classes."

"It would seem so," Mr. Lancer said quietly to himself so the others couldn't hear him. "Ok first things first…your driving lessons will take up the second half of this classes two period schedule. You will split up into two different driving groups. Now because there are an uneven number of you, I want four in one group and three in the other."

After some fighting between Sam and Paulina about who was going to be in the same group as Danny, it was decided that Danny, Sam and Tucker would be the group of three while the others would be the group of four.

After the end of the first period class, Mr. Lancer took Danny, Sam and Tucker into the parking lot for a quick driving test to test their skills before they started doing the harder stuff. The others got a free period while they were doing this.

Mr. Lancer had traffic cones set up in a vacant portion of the parking lot in a small driving course.

The first to take the wheel was Tucker. He drove smoothly through the cone course while Mr. Lancer graded him from the passenger seat of the driver's Ed van. He held a clipboard and marked down everything Tucker did, good and bad, while Sam and Danny sat in the back seat. At the end of the test, Mr. Lancer had Tucker pull over so he could switch seats with either Sam or Danny.

Sam was the next to take the wheel. While going through the driving course, Mr. Lancer graded her as well in the same manner. "Very good Ms. Manson," he congratulated her at the end of the test. "You've done even better than Mr. Foley."

"Yes! In your face you know it all," she said to Tucker as he and Danny sat in the seat behind her.

"Beginners luck," he said in a frustrated tone before he put ear pieces in his ears and started listening to music that played on his PDA. He started dancing to music that couldn't be heard.

"Ok Mr. Fenton, it's your turn," Mr. Lancer said as Sam stepped out of the van. Danny jumped out of the van and walked by Sam as she made her way to the back seat he was just in. He got into the driver's seat and buckled himself in. "Do you know what to do or am I going to have to tell you?" Mr. Lancer asked him.

"Uh…sure…yah, I know just what to do," Danny said nervously when in fact he really had no idea. Sam and Tucker had been sixteen for quite some time now and already had some driving experience. He had only just turned sixteen and had no experience at all.

He looked around the dashboard and tried to figure out what Sam and Tucker had done. Mr. Lancer started to get a little irritated after a minute of Danny trying to figure out what to do. "Check your mirrors Daniel," he said.

"Right, right," Danny responded before he adjusted the mirrors so he could see around and behind the van.

While he was doing this, Sam and Tucker were messing around in the back seat. "So what exactly are you listening to?" Sam asked Tucker as he danced along to music playing on his PDA. He unplugged his head phones from his PDA so they could hear what he was listening to. He was listening to Ricky Astley's, 'Never gonna give you up'. "Sweet! I love this song!" she said as they both started dancing to the music as they listened to it on Tucker's PDA. "How come you're listening to this song?" she asked him.

"It's the song that my parents first danced to back when they were freshman in college," he informed her.

"Hey the same for mine too," Danny added to the conversation as he adjusted his seat.

"Ah the good ol' days back at the University of Wisconsin," Mr. Lancer said peacefully as he too found interest in the song playing on Tucker's PDA. "I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was the year 1985," he started saying.

"Oh god, a story," Danny said boringly as he slouched forward onto the steering wheel.

"Your parents and I were all attending a dance that was being held in the gymnasium at the time. The group that was singing mysteriously died near the end, all except for one. He recruited a young man and two young ladies to help him finish off the dance. The young man dedicated this song to a very special girl, her name escapes me. My guess is it was his attempt to win over her heart. They sang this very song a year before it was even first recorded in 86, and released in 87. They never did catch the murderer of the band. If only my camera hadn't been stolen back then, I'd show you the young man himself. Never saw him again after that night."

"Wow," Danny said in a bored tone. "Ok, now I start the vehicle right," he asked Mr. Lancer before he turned the key, turning on the engine. As soon as the engine started running, Danny started to shake violently. "YAAAAAH!" he screamed as the van's engine started rumbling.

"Daniel! Calm down, it's just the van," Mr. Lancer yelled at him.

Danny stopped shaking and loosened his grip on the steering wheel. "The van? Yes, of course, the van," he said as he calmed down. "Now what do we do?"

"We drive," Mr. Lancer responded before Danny stepped on the gas pedal, spinning the wheels without moving the van. "You have to put it in drive first Daniel!" Mr. Lancer yelled at him.

Danny let up on the gas pedal when he said this. "Oh yah…my bad," he said before putting the van into drive. "Now what do I do?" he asked.

"You drive Daniel!" Mr. Lancer informed him in a frustrated tone.

"So I should floor it?" Danny asked him.

"Yes," Mr. Lancer said in a more relaxed tone. "Wait…what? No! Don't floor it!" he yelled.

"Floor it!?" Danny said excitedly.

"No! Don't floor it!" Mr. Lancer, Sam and Tucker all yelled.

"Flooring it!" Danny yelled before he stomped on the gas, speeding the van through the driving course.

"YAAAAAAAH!" Mr. Lancer, Sam and Tucker scream as Danny makes a sharp turn, driving over traffic cones as he drives erratically through the vacant parking lot.

"I had no idea driving would be so much fun!" Danny screamed excitedly.

"Stay on the track!" Mr. Lancer screamed as Danny drove them towards a spot where he was supposed to do a K-turn. He drove out of the dead end made of cones and plowed through some bushes into another parking lot filled with cars.

"YAAAAAAAAH!" the four of them screamed in horror as they drove straight towards an oncoming car.

Ms. Tetslaff, the gym teacher, was just arriving for the day. "YAAAAAAH!" she screamed when she saw the driver's Ed van coming straight at her. Danny turned the entire van intangible and drove through Ms. Tetslaff's car. She swerved into a tree after the van passed through her. She got out and inspected the damage. "LANCER!" she yelled out at the top of her lungs.

"Hit the brakes Daniel," Mr. Lancer yelled. "HIT THE BRAKES!"

Danny did as he was asked and slammed on the brakes, spinning the van in circles before it crashed into the front of a parked car. "So…how did I do?" Danny asked.

"Not very good Mr. Fenton…not very good at all," Mr. Lancer said in a disappointed tone.

"I hope the owner of the car we just hit has insurance," Danny said as the car they just hit started giving off smoke from the engine.

"Yes I do," Mr. Lancer informed him. "That still doesn't change the grade I'm giving you."

"Not the owner of the van, the owner of the car we just hit," Danny responded.

"That IS my car Daniel," Mr. Lancer informed him in a frustrated tone. Danny chuckled nervously when he said this.

"Danny, you have got to be the worst driver I have ever met," Sam scolded him from the back seat. "Even Tucker did better than you."

"Yah even I did better than you," Tucker agreed with her. "Hey wait a minute!" he yelled when he realized what he had agreed to.

Then a small gecko jumped into the vans side door open window next to Mr. Lancer. "If you think about changing your insurance, here's my card," he said in a British accent as he handed a business card to Mr. Lancer. The card read, 'Proaflico Inc.'

He then jumped out of the window and started to cross the parking lot before he was run over by a car moving at a very high speed. A woman with pink hair leaned out the window and yelled back at him as he struggled to breath. "THAT'S FOR TRYING TO KILL ME ON VALENTINE'S DAY!" she yelled before she ran into a tree causing the car to explode violently on impact.

Then the box ghost flew by in front of the van. He flew backwards and looked inside to see them looking back at them. Danny still had his hands on the steering wheel. He squeezed tightly as he squinted his eyes.

"Beware…for I am the box ghost!" he taunted them from outside the vehicle.

"Don't even think about it Danny," Mr. Lancer said as he wrote something on his clipboard.

"You're mine," Danny said quietly, but the others could hear him.

"Danny, don't even think about it," Tucker said from the back seat.

"Never do," Danny responded. He then stomped on the gas pedal and sped the vehicle at the box ghost.

"YAAAAAAAH!" Mr. Lancer, Sam and Tucker screamed as Danny chased the box ghost out of the parking lot and down the streets towards downtown Amity Park. Danny just barely managed to swerve around an oncoming car before it swerved off the road and flipped over in the ditch.

The box ghost flew through a four way intersection filled with traffic. Danny didn't even slow down as he sped closer to the intersection.

"Demolition Derby! Daniel, slow down before you kill us all!" Mr. Lancer yelled at Danny in a demanding tone.

"Danny! Do something!" Sam and Tucker pleaded with him in scared tones as they entered the crowded intersection.

Danny turned the entire van intangible again and sped through the crowded intersection to prevent them from getting into an accident.

"Get back here you ecto-plasmic entity from another dimensional plain!" Danny screamed as he returned the van to its normal state.

"He's starting to sound a little too much like his parents," Sam said to Tucker as she clenched her seat tightly. She had a look of terror on her face.

"I was about to say the same," Tucker added as he too clenched his seat tightly as he too had a look of terror.

Danny sped around a sharp corner just as the box ghost fled into a warehouse in terror. Danny slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel, sending the van into a 180 degree spin, parallel parking between two cars on the side of the road by sliding between them both.

Danny turned into his ghost form and phased out through the windshield, leaving his three terrified passengers panic stricken. While he was in the warehouse taking care of the box ghost problem, Sam and Tucker jumped out of the van and kissed the ground.

"LAND! I never thought I'd get to touch it again," Sam said excitedly before she started kissing the ground multiple times over.

Tucker was on the ground next to her. He had his face in the grass as he hugged the ground. "Land…sweet, sweet land," he said as he continued to hug the ground.

Mr. Lancer stumbled out of the van and leaned on the hood of the van for stability as he breathed heavily to catch his breath after the killer car ride they all just barely survived.

A flash of blue light shines through the windows of the warehouse, followed by the box ghost screaming. Then Danny walks out of the building with a Fenton Thermos in hand. He turns back into his human form and walks back over to the other three as they continue to thank the lord that they were still alive.

"Well that was fun," he said with satisfaction as he made his way back over to the van. "Who's ready to go back to school?" he asked them with much enthusiasm.

"I'll walk before you drive us back," Tucker said as he stood up off the ground.

"I'm with him," Sam said as she too stood up from the ground. She pointed her thumb at him when she says this.

"Oh common guys, I'm not that bad of a driver now am I?" he asked them in disappointment.

"You are a worse driver than your father Mr. Fenton!" Mr. Lancer yelled at him before a flashback occurred.

Flashback-

1970: Jack's parents sit in chairs in a doctor's office while a five year old Jack sits on the floor sucking his thumb. A broken tri-cycle is on the floor next to him. He is already wearing his orange spandex suit.

A much younger version of Dr. House, probably in his early 20's, holds up a CT scan of Jack's brain.

Dr. House: I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, but the tri-cycle accident has damaged him primary motor functions and has affected his learning capabilities. I do believe it is safe to say that from now on he is mentally handicapped…or in my terms…he is a complete idiot.

Flash forwards 11 years-

1981: Much older versions of Jack's parents sit in chairs at the DMV while a sixteen year old Jack sits in a chair between them as he swings his feet. He looks just like Danny except he is still wearing his orange spandex suit. A DMV worker who looks just like Ben Stein, only a little younger, walks up to the Fenton's.

Ben Stein: I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, but it would seem your son has failed his driving test.

Flash forwards 9 years-

1990: Jack and Maddie, both look like they did in their college days, are standing at a marriage alter as they are getting married. Jack is wearing his orange Spandex suit under a white dress coat and a yellow tie. Maddie was in a regular wedding dress. Vlad can be seen in the back ground as Jack's best man, his head wrapped up in gauze. He wasn't too happy to be there.

The reverend marrying them was none other than Jesus himself. They paid a lot of money to have him do this for them.

Jesus: I'm sorry Ms. Notnef, but I must declare you and Jack as husband and wife. And I'm sorry Mr. Fenton, but it would seem that you have once again failed your driver's test.

Flash forward 1 year-

1991: Jack and Maddie sit in chairs in the high school's main office. They are both wearing their orange and blue spandex suits. Maddie is holding an infant version of Jazz as she sucked on a bottle.

A much younger Mr. Lancer sits at a desk in front of them. He had to be in his mid to late twenties.

Mr. Lancer: I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, but it would seem that Jack has failed his driver's test.

Flash forwards 2 years-

1993: Older versions of Jack and Maddie sit in the chairs of the high school's main office once again. Maddie is now holding an infant version of Danny as he sucked on a bottle. A two year old Jazz plays with some blocks on the floor at Maddie's feet.

Mr. Lancer, a few years older, once again sits at a desk in front of them.

Mr. Lancer: I'm sorry to say Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, but it would seem that Jack has once again failed his driver's test.

Flash forwards 16 years to the present day-

Current Day in 2009's: Current day Jack sits in the high school's main office without Maddie at his side. Current day Mr. Lancer sits at his desk in front of him.

Mr. Lancer: Congratulations Mr. Fenton. You've finally passed your driving test.

Jack stands up and shakes Mr. Lancer's hand.

Jack: Oh thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.

Mr. Lancer: No…I don't. Now hurry up and get out of here. I've got to go down the hall to my next class so that I can teach Daniel and his friends how to drive.

End Flashback-

"With your current driving skills Daniel, you aren't even qualified to push a shopping cart," Mr. Lancer informed him. "You are living in the real world Mr. Fenton…and right now you are failing to ensure a future in that world." He handed Danny a piece of paper that was his driving score. It had a large, red 'F' on it. "Stick to flying," he said before Danny groaned in disappointment. He, Sam and Tucker got in the back of the van while Mr. Lancer drove them back to the school.

Back at school, the three of them walk through the hallway close to the end of the day. They walk up to Danny's locker. "I can't believe I failed that driving test," Danny said in disappointment as he turned the knob on his locker to unlock it.

"Did you see how bad you were driving dude?" Tucker asked him.

"I know I'm your girlfriend and that I'm not supposed to be saying this, but you are a worse driver than your dad," she informed him.

Danny held up the paper with the red 'F' on it and slammed his head into his locker. "I've done nothing but fail all day today," he said before going back to unlocking his locker. "I've got too many things going on right now. I don't have time for this," he said as he slapped his failed paper with the back of his hand.

Then he opened his locker and thousands of failed papers pour out of it and into the hallway. "YAAAAAH!" they all screamed as they were buried in the tons of papers that spilled out of Danny's locker.

They stick their heads out of the paper debris that filled the hallway. "Wow, look at all the failures," Tucker said as he held up a handful of crumpled failed papers.

"Don't you ever take any of these home?" Sam asked Danny in an irritated tone as he examined his finger.

"I think I just got a paper cut," he complained before sticking his finger in his mouth. Then Mr. Lancer, in a wooden boat, rows passed them in the sea of papers.

"Pick up these papers Mr. Fenton," he demanded him. "Or I'm gunna make you stay after school for detention," he threatened before he rows away.

Danny then began to sink deeper into the sea of papers. "Help! I can't swim!" he screamed before he disappeared beneath them. Sam and Tucker stand up so the sea of papers is up to the knees and they walk away in embarrassment. "Hey! There's a 'D' in here!" Danny yelled in excitement.