My sister and I were watching Meet the Robinsons the other day, and at the part where Bowler Hat Guy pretends to be Mary Johnson, my sister's all, "I wonder what happened to the real Mary Johnson." Then I, Miss-takes-any-writing-opportunity-she-can, decided to write a story about her. And so, here it is, lol. Enjoy!

Also, I do not own Meet the Robinsons. Just the DVD! ...And Wilbur. Just kidding. :P

Today's going to be a good day, I thought, walking up to Invenco Labs main building. I tucked my new invention idea under my arm and walked up to the reception desk.

The woman at the desk must have been a new intern, as I did not recognize her. Her name tag read, "Betty".

"Hello," I said, cheerfully. "I'm here to-"

"-Change the future," She interrupted.

"Present my invention?"

She pulled off her headset. "Mhm. What time is your appointment?" She tried to pull off a grin, but I could easily see past it.

"Er, 2:00," I said. I switched my invention to my other arm. "I know I'm a few minutes late, but-"

"You're the 2:00?" She cocked her head.

"Y-yes."

She looked at her computer monitor. Her fingers never seemed to stop typing. "Name?"

"I'm sorry?" I asked. She spoke the word so fast I wasn't sure I had heard it correctly.

"What's your name?"

"Oh," I flashed a smile. "I'm Mary."

"Mary…Johnson?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, that's right."

She smirked. "Oh, really? And what's Mary short for, may I ask?"

I made a face. "N-nothing. It's just Mary."

"I'm sorry," She said, obviously not apologetic in the least. "But there's already a Mary Johnson here presenting their invention."

"I-but-they-I'm-don't-" I muttered, exasperated. "I'm the real Mary Johnson! I don't know who that is in there or why they're impersonating me, but I am Mary!" I tried to show the receptionist my ID but she pushed it away.

"Look, I'm not saying you're not," She tried. "But the person in there, whoever they may be, showed up on time. As far as I'm concerned, this case is closed." She shrugged her shoulders. The smile she gave this time, did look apologetic, as if she was responsible for what was happening.

I nodded, trying to keep my cool. "Alright, well, thank you…Betty." I walked away and sat on one of the many chairs in the waiting room.

I opened my binder and erased the check beside my recent task that read, "Show off my brand new invention idea". It took a lot for me not enjoy messing with my checklist.

Suddenly, there was a commotion inside the main office room. The secretary and myself sat up, trying our best to listen but, at the same time, make it like we weren't listening at all.

Then, just as suddenly as the outburst, some skinny, tall guy was kicked out of the building. "Better luck next time, Mary." The CEO sneered the name.

He held up a box full of shiny junk and got ready to throw it out, as well. "May I?" I asked, suddenly at his side.

The CEO gave me a questionable look, but handed the box over, anyway. I tossed the box right at the impostor with all my might. It hit him straight in the back of the head. Direct hit! Take that, "Mary", I smirked.

The CEO laughed, then turned to face me, a serious look on his face. "So, you got an invention?"

My heart fluttered. "Yes."

"Then what are you waiting for?" He insisted, pushing me inside. "You have five minutes. Don't disappointment me."

I nodded, pulling out my idea. Today was a good day, after all.

Not as funny as I was going for. But what's done is done. Comments are love.