A/N: My first MTR fanfiction. Tips and flames are more than welcome.

Disclaimer: Disney owns them. Not me.

It was a nice and peaceful morning as Beth walked across the Robinsons lawn to see what her boyfriend was up too. She just got back from her three month vacation last week and when she called Wilbur he told her he was grounded until he dies. It seems he got into some big trouble and has been grounded for three months so far, but Franny must have taken pity on the poor boy and told him he could go out this morning. As she stopped on the step of the front porch, two heads popped out of the flower pots next to her.

"Ring my doorbell," Spike said.

"No no. Ring my doorbell," Demitri said.

"Mine."

"Mine."

"Sorry boys but I don't need to ring the bell." Beth was now considered one of the family and was told that she didn't even need to call to come over. If she wanted to come over for breakfast, lunch, dinner, to hang out, she can just walk in. At first she was uneasy around the Robinson family but after awhile, she loved them like they were her own family. As she opened the door, she stopped and looked at both sets of doorbells and reached to her left to ring Spikes. She laughed when the horns sounded and Spike happily rubbing it in his brothers face. She walked into the front hall and listened for anything that might give her a clue as to where she needs to go. She was still new getting around the house but she had pretty good idea's as to where everything was.

"Beth? Is that you?" came Wilbur's voice from her left.

"Yeah. Where you at?"

"Family room. Careful though. Aunt Billie's playing with her trains again."

She smiled and walked to her left and entered the family room to see Wilbur throw book after book onto the coffee table. "What gives?"

"Grandpa lost his teeth again and he wants me to help look for them," Wilbur said, throwing another book down. He picked up one of his moms music magazines and flipped through it, not knowing why he listened to his grandpa when he told him to look in the books.

"And why are you looking through the books?" Beth asked, also wondering why.

"It's grandpa. He told me that he had one of dads friends check inside a turkey when they were looking for the garage. This doesn't surprise me." He was about to close the magazine but a page that was marked stopped him and he looked at the page that was circled. The picture had a large stage with lights all around it. It was a little bit bigger than the stage she had now and it looked like his mom drew in her frogs where they would be if she had it. If that wasn't a hint he didn't know what was. "I did, however, find what I'm getting mom for her birthday." He showed Beth and then put the magazine in his back pocket, standing up as he did. "Well, is his teeth are not here and knowing grandpa, he's checking the Peanut Butter right now."

"So where to now?" Beth had gotten used to coming over and the family on the hunt for Grandpa Buds teeth.

"To the one person who always takes his teeth." Wilbur grabbed her hand and they walked down the hall and took a couple more turns until they heard singing and music coming from the room in front of them. He pushed the double doors open and the music got louder. His mom stood in front of them with her back to them but she turned her head when the door opened.

"Hey kids."

"Hi Mrs. Robinson," Beth said, watching the frogs play their insterments. She was always amazed at such talent.

"What do you kids need?"

"Grandpa lost his teeth again. Did Frankie take them?" Wilbur asked as the music stopped.

Franny shook her head and turned around to face Frankie. "Frankie. Did you take Grandpa Buds teeth again?"

"Not this time Boss Lady."

"Sorry guys." She couldn't help but smile when she saw her magazine in her sons back pocket and made a mental note to thank Grandpa Bud. When the door closed, she started the band up again, wanting to get this done before lunch.

"Okay, so Frankie doesn't have the teeth. Where are they then?" Beth asked. She lifted her head when she heard screaming and took off after Wilbur as they rounded the corner and opened the double doors that led to the Gallery Room. She stopped just in time as Lazzlo flew past them with Tallulah rolling right behind him.

"I swear Lazzlo when I get my hands on you, you are so dead!" Tallulah yelled, trying to catch her brother.

"You have to catch me first sis." Lazzlo flew around Tallulah and headed in the other direction, laughing when Tallulah just kept going straight and into the hall. He landed on the ground to greet his cousin and Beth. "Hey guys. What brings you here?"

"Looking for Grandpa Buds teeth," Beth said. "What did you do to Tallulah this time?"

"Yeah. I've never heard her scream that high," Wilbur said.

"Well, I invented this knew paint gun. Want to try it out?" Lazzlo took Beth's hand and walked her over to the wall with empty canvases, placing the paint gun in her hand and then put a headset on her head. "I call it The Paint Gun Thinker. All you have to do is think of something you want to paint and this headset takes that information, sends it to the paint gun to paint that picture. It's almost like your dads Memory Scanner."

Beth just smiled, thought of something, and pulled the trigger. Paint shot out of the gun and she moved it back and fourth like Lazzlo does and watched as the painting came to view. But there was one problem. When she let the trigger go and the paint stopped, she stared at the painting and looked at Lazzlo in confusion. "Um, Lazzlo? I think something's wrong with this painting."

"Yeah. Last time I checked, clowns don't look like aliens," Wilbur said, helping Beth take the headset off.

"Yeah. That's the problem. I tried to paint Tallulah but it came out as a monster."

Wilbur turned around when he heard a high pitch voice and looked back at Lazzlo. "That's not your only problem. You mom's coming." He grabbed Beth by the hand and walked her to the other door just as Fritz, Petunia, and Tallulah came in. He did not want to be in the room when Petunia disciplined Lazzlo. They walked down hallway after hallway, checking in every room but no teeth. They walked up to the backdoor and saw Tiny running after something in the air. "Lets see what Tiny's up too."

Beth nodded and walked out onto the patio, looking down to see Gaston fire something from his cannon. She stepped next to Wilbur as the Moving Step floated them down to the grass. She walked up next to Gaston and looked into the box he had sitting by his cannon. All that was in the box was toy balls.

"What are you doing Uncle Gaston?" Wilbur asked as Gaston fire another ball from his cannon.

"Oh. Tiny here wanted to play chase and since it's impossible to play chase with a dinosaur, I thought that shooting these balls from my cannon would do better." He loaded another ball in and pulled the string. The ground shook a little as Tiny ran to get it and swallowed it. He reached into the box and pulled out, not a ball, but teeth. He looked down at the teeth he pulled out in confusion.

"Hey, it's grandpa's teeth," Wilbur said, taking the teeth. "Thanks Uncle Gaston. We've been look everywhere for these." He grabbed Beth by the hand and walked back to the Moving Step to get to the patio. They walked back in the house and headed towards the kitchen, stopping only once to let a train go past. They entered the kitchen and saw Grandpa Bud sitting at the table with a jar of Peanut Butter. "Told you so."

"Hi Grandpa Bud," Beth laughed. "We found your teeth."

Grandpa Bud smiled and took the teeth from Wilbur's hand, putting them in his mouth. "Much better. So what are you kids up to?"

"Might go see dad and talk to him about mom's birthday," Wilbur said, remembering the magazine in his pocket.

"That's nice. Well, I better go and see if Lucille making cookies."

"Bye grandpa." Wilbur grabbed the phone and called his dad to see if they could come by. After a few minutes he hung up and walked out to the garage to get the Hoover Board his dad made him. Once he got it out of the garage and made sure to close the garage door, he helped Beth on before getting on himself. He started it up and then headed down to Robinson Industries.

Yeah, I guess this was okay for my first time. Like before, tips and flames are more than welcome. Tips mostly. It will get better, I promise.