What's up everybody? Thought I'd change up my greeting, just to shake things up.

Wilbur: (spinning in circles) Could you stop shaking things up? Please? It's making me dizzy!

Me: Okay, love. Just because you asked so nicely.

Wilbur: Whew. Glad that's over.

This is a new story. Still MTR, obviously. I just can't get enough of that crazy (but extremely loveable) family! I will go back to my others, never fear. But I'm having a little "toe jam of the brain" right now. Aka…writer's block. If you don't get it, ask Robin. I know what I want, but I don't know how to write it.

This is sort of a prequel to In Trouble Again. Before Wilbur meets Emily. Got that, Wilbur?

Wilbur: Aw, you mean I won't get any romantic stuff in this story?

Me: I didn't say that……

Wilbur: But I don't want to be with somebody else! I wanna be with you! I- I mean, I wanna be with your OC. Who really is sort of you.

Me: Just be calm, chillax, and enjoy the story. I promise you won't be disappointed.

Wilbur: Okay. Good enough for me. (kisses her on the cheek)

Random Fact: In its history, England has had 6 kings named George.

Chapter 1!!!!!!!!

Wilbur sat at his desk over his history homework, banging is head repeatedly on his desk in frustration. His history homework sat on his desk, unfinished, next to his last history test. The test was practically drowning in red. This was the sixth test like it.

His friends, if he could call them that, teased him. They told him that the mechanical graders would run out of ink every time Wilbur took a history test.

He was banging his head against his desk because his history final was tomorrow. He was failing the class. When his parents had been called in for a conference and had been told their son was failing, they had come home in silence. Franny had hugged him. Cornelius put his hand on Wilbur's shoulder, bur had withdrawn it quickly. That was the worst for Wilbur. He felt that his father had lost faith in him.

Wilbur had been trying to raise his history grade for weeks. He was also almost failing algebra, and he was terrified, not that he'd ever admit it, of losing his father's respect. He resumed pounding his head against his desk in humiliation and frustration. He wished he could go back in time and study everything on his old tests before he took them. But that was unethical. That was cheating. Completely and totally cheating.

But, he thought, what if I took the time machine and went to study everything on the final? He hadn't seen the final. That would be okay. That wasn't unethical. That would be okay. He could do that.

He stopped pounding his head and pulled out a list of what to study from his teach-screen and pack.

1450 – 1550 Renaissance, Italy

Late 1500's – Shakespeare theatre, England

1720's – 1750's The golden age of Pirates, Caribbean

1776 – 1789 American Revolution and early USA

1850 – 1865 Antebellum and Civil War, USA

1890 – 1910 Age of the Muckrakers, USA

1920's – The roaring twenties, Chicago, USA

1960's – Jim Crow laws and segregation, Baltimore, USA

July 20, 1969 – Landed on the Moon, Houston, Texas, USA

Wilbur groaned. It was a long list. He knew, thanks to the nature of time travel, that he could be back in 2037 ten seconds after he left. For everyone else, his trip would take no time at all, but for him it would probably take weeks.

He smiled a little at the seemingly random choice of material, but that was so like his teacher, Ms. Brown. She'd been teaching for years, never married, and although the course was US History, she'd always taught other eras as well, completely disregarding curriculum requirements. Taking a class from Ms. Brown was certainly…interesting.

He jumped up, list in hand, and he took the travel tubes down into the garage. Perfect. His father was still in the lab, and that was all Wilbur needed. Ten seconds. He looked down at his watch. October 30, 2037. 4:37 in the afternoon.

He jumped into the red time machine and set the date for 1467. He figured that going in order was probably a smart thing to do. He looked over his right shoulder at the world map his father had installed in both time machines. His fingers roamed the map until they found Italy. He lightly touched the country, and it lit up. He used the remote control to open the garage roof, and soared out. He just had to hope that no one was watching the windows. He was lucky. No one was. With that, and the hope of regaining his father's respect, he soared off into the unknown.