B is for Binders
Word had been passed through the teachers' lounge about a pair of brothers who got up at 6am to build extraordinary things, so when Phineas and Ferb were late to their first day of school, their first-period teacher was dumbfounded. She'd expected the boys to arrive early, toolboxes in hand (even though this was history class.)
She was half right.
An hour after class begun, the loud beeping of a dump truck sounded in the schoolyard. It was loaded to the brim with binders upon binders full of APA formatted text, each numbered and labeled: "What I Did on My Summer Vacation."
"Sorry we're late," the young redhead said as he exited the passenger's side with his brother, "but the driver got stuck in rush hour, and we couldn't find another way to get our assignment here that wouldn't have taken even longer."
