Annie was studying the test schematics that Carl had given her, while she sipped her morning coffee. They were pretty much gibberish, to her, but her attempts to contact her second dimension counterpart had been fruitless.

The phone rang, and she grabbed it, happy for the distraction. "Jamison."

There was a pause. "So… is that your last name?"

She sighed, cursing herself for not checking the caller ID. "Maybe. What's up?"

Doof actually let it go. "I need an assistant for todays class, and you did so well with the kids, I was wondering if I could borrow you for a while?"

"Doof, I'm not a scientist! In fact, I was planning on trying to get you to explain these test results to me. Carl keeps saying it's just a work in progress, but I don't like the fact that both potential fatal accidents happed to Perry's team."

"I'd be more than happy to take a glance at it, if you'll help me. We don't have training today, so… please? You don't have to know a thing about science! It's… you know how my people skills are, and I could frankly use the backup."

She sighed. "Fine."

"Great! I know how you feel about my driving, so meet me at the high school by eleven!"

"The high school! But Doof!" She shook her head as the phone clicked on the other end. What had she gotten herself into now?

—_

Doofenshmirtz was relieved when AJ actually showed up. "Great! You're here!"

"I thought you were working at the elementary school?"

"I'm only subbing there, now, thanks to this work order deal I got so I didn't have to go to prison. Didn't Perry the platypus tell you?"

"I don't think it came up."

"Great, so your job is to help me with the class, make sure I don't change anyone's DNA…"

"What?"

"And especially to make sure I don't embarrass my daughter. Think you can handle all that? You know what? Don't answer. Just do your best, and we'll see how it goes."

"This isn't going to be a regular thing, is it?"

He shrugged, handing her a box of beakers to carry in. "It depends on how well it works out, I guess."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that if you can get me through the day without the principal kicking me out, this will be a success. Not to change the subject abruptly or anything, but how have you been since the whole, Escape the Ancient Ruins, test?"

"Fine. Perry's been using his time off to help me work on the claustrophobia thing. It's going well."

"Good, good. What's he up to today?"

"Well, with no training, no nemesis, and no neighbor next door, I imagine he's lounging around the house. Unless Monogram interferes, which he generally does."

Some of the kids were already in their seats. Vanessa was one of them. She merely slid down further in her chair as the others groaned. "Hello class. This is, um… well, it's awkward, that's what it is."

She shot him something that looked suspiciously like an apologetic glance, and took over. "Hey there. I'm Miss Jamison, we're going to be just a few minutes setting up, and then you're going to need to put that cell phone away."

Johny rolled his eyes and groaned at her, and it didn't seem to faze her one bit. "Right, Miss Jamison. Jamison. I need to remember that. Unless, you don't want me to…"

"Let's drop that subject. Where does this stuff need to go?"

"Set that on the desk…" He turned as another student came in. "Come on in, we're just getting started, hey, are those the same pants? Please tell me you have more than one pair, because that's all I've ever seen you in!"

Another kid in the back spoke up. "I thought Mr. Platypus was the occasional assistant teacher."

He caught the amused twinkle in her eye as she finished unpacking the box. He sighed. "He is. Miss Jamison here is the other occasional assistant teacher, on a trial basis. She's going to pass out today's assignment while we wait for the others to get here."

Vanessa smiled as she took the piece of paper. "So you got roped into this, too, A.J.?"

"I wouldn't put it that way, exactly."

So much for his little girl having a problem with A.J. in the school room. Apparently it was just him. None of the boys in the school room seemed to mind that she was there, either. "Miss Jamison, are you going to be coming back tomorrow?"

"Is science your favorite subject?"

"Is science your favorite color?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

She made it back to whiny lizard boy, and traded the paper for his cell-phone. "Alrighty then, we're here so that you guys can learn science, so let's focus on Doo…cter Doofenshmirtz."

He flashed a smile at her for catching the slip in time. The last thing he needed was for the kids to assign him a nickname. "Alright, so continuing on with our talk of genetics. We're on page thirty eight now, class… Come right on in. I'll be lenient today, but let's try to be on time tomorrow, huh guys? Your assignments are on your desks… yes, very good. Okay, is everyone here now? Very good! Let's get started.

"Today we're going to discus family genetics, and how certain traits are passed along. Since I don't know of anyone else here who's related, except for the twins, we're going to use Vanessa and myself as an example."

"Dad!"

He risked a glance at her mortified face, and went ahead and pinned up the two pictures anyway. She had nothing to worry about. He'd picked her most adorable picture from her second birthday party. She was so cute with her little party hat and pink frilly dress… "As you can see, Vanessa got most of her mother's features, but I think you'll find a remarkable resemblance if you look at our eyes!"

"Dad!" She slumped forward on her desk.

He turned around, and noticed that the other teens were pointing, and snickering behind their hands. He glanced back at the pictures again, wondering what was wrong.

A.J. cleared her throat. "Excellent point, Dr. Doofenshmirtz. Sorry to interupt, but it looks like I've forgotten part of the assignment."

What was she talking about? She'd never seen those papers until he'd handed them out. She was obviously covering for him, but as far as he could tell, he hadn't made a mistake.

She went right on, ignoring his confusion. "The second part of your assignment is to find home photos that show similarities between you and members of your families, and bring them in."

Like magic, the snickering stopped. They exchanged glances, accepting the situation, and calmly added the second part of the assignment to their list.

A.J. turned with a smug smile, until a spitball hit her in the back of the head. She closed her eyes, looking much to frustrated for it to be her first spitball. It was his turn to hold back a chortle.

—_

A/N: To be continued… Sorry this is so boring. I'm setting the groundwork for something more exciting to happen, and now that I've actually seen the Doof 101 episode, I have something to work with! (Don't worry, the next chapter's in Perry's POV)

Thanks for reading!