Cont. from begining: Scared and not wanting to be caught, Wilbur goes back in time to have Lewis help him out of this mess. Wilbur Robinson never fails!...Except this time.
This is my second MTR fanfic, this one is in progress like my other, The Life and Times. I hope you guys enjoy this, if I take awhile to update, tell me! I don't want you guys missing out. Well, here it is. Enjoy!
Chapter 1. Shrinky Dinks.
Wilbur looked up and down the hallway, making sure it was safe. Feeling sure it was, he walked down the hallway with Carl at his heels.
"Wilbur, I'm not to sure you should be going into your fathers lab!" Carl was saying.
Wilbur waved a hand at his robotic buddy. "Carl, you silly silly robot. Your never sure about anything, but believe me," he flashed Carl a cocky smile. "everything will be fine."
Carl gave Wilbur a look that purely said 'I don't believe you', but Wilbur threw him two thumbs up and grinned again, and continued to walk down the hall that lead to the lab.
Carl sighed to himself and followed. He hated the days when Wilbur had nothing better to do and got bored. What was he thinking? Wilbur is always bored. And always in trouble. And today was no exception.
Wilbur opened the lab doors, looked around, then began to climb the steps to the floor above.
"Why is it every time your father goes on a buisness trip you have to attack his lab?" Carl asked. "You know your going to get into trouble, and you know I'm going to have to clean up the lab afterwards."
Wilbur threw his friend a look over his shoulder. "Look, if it makes you happy you can get in trouble with me to." he stopped at the top floor and looked around.
"Where to start first?" He said to himself, tapping his chin.
"How about the door?" Carl suggested.
Wilbur glanced at Carl then closed his eyes. "Eeeny meeny, miney.." he said as he pointed to different machines. "..Mo." he opened his eyes and smiled at the giant blue machine in front of him.
"The Cupid?" Carl mumbled. "What in heavens name are you going to do with The Cupid?"
Wilbur touched the machine and felt its metal body. "Uh, shrink things with it. Duh."
"How does this thing work, now?" Wilbur walked up to the control panel and moved a few knobs, The Cupids 'beak' moved and pointed at a machine in the corner, he pushed a small red button and The Cupid sent out a blast and shot the machine.
The machine suddenly began to shrink and soon was as small as a bottle cap.
"Awesome!" Wilbur exclaimed.
Carl grabbed his metal head and said in a panicked voice:
"Theres nothing awesome about that, Wilbur! What if your father notices its missing? What if that machine was really important?"
Wilbur rolled his eyes at the robot. "Carl, Carl. Stop it."
Wilbur moved the knobs again and pointed The Cupids beak at Carl.
"Ah!" Carl cried in a scared voice. "Wilbur, if you don't get that thing off me I'll..I'll."
Wilbur laughed. "You'll stutter? Goodness gracious!" Wilbur put his arms up in a pretend scared position. "I am so scared!"
Carl glared at Wilbur. "I'll tell your dad who set fire to the lawn last month."
Wilbur's eyes widened and he quickly took The Cupids beak off of Carl and pointed it towards another machine. "Your not very nice, Carl,"
Carl shrugged and stood and watched as Wilbur set The Cupid off again and shrunk another machine. After Wilbur had shrunk the third machine Carl said:
"This reminds me of these little things your dad used to have. Your mother had given him a box load for his birthday, they were called Shrinky Dinks."
Wilbur aimed The Cupid out the window, locking target at a poor tree. "Shrinky Dinks?"
Carl nodded. "Yeah, they were little pieces of plastic you'd draw on and put in a oven, and they'd shrink."
Wilbur stared at Carl. "Whats the point in that? It makes no sense at all!"
"Says the boy shrinking his fathers inventions." Carl muttered.
Wilbur made sure the target was locked on the tree then went to hit the red button.
He pressed it and The Cupid shot out a line of whitish substance at the tree, when suddenly Tiny ran in front of it.
The substance hit Tiny square in the side and suddenly the dinosaur began to get smaller and smaller until Wilbur couldn't see him anymore.
Wilbur immediatley threw his hands to his mouth and stared at the window, shocked and wide eyed.
"What did you do?" Carl asked.
Wilbur shook his head quickly.
"I know that face! Wilbur, what did you do?" Carl said again.
Wilbur let his hands down and grinned guiltily at Carl. "Uh...I missed the tree?"
"What you hit?" Carl asked in a worried voice.
"Tiny?" Wilbur said in a small voice.