Looking for a way to escape a very angry mother, Wilbur takes the Time Machine and heads to 2007, to wait until his mother cools down. When he arrives, he finds Lewis talking to Franny over the phone, something about him not being able to take her to the circus.Wilbur convinces his future father to take his future mother to the circus, for his own benifit and his mothers. But when leaving the circus, what his mother says frightens him.And when he returns to the future, and everything is changed, and very strangley, his fears rise.How will Wilbur change his big top family back to his old, semi-normal family, before his new family are stuck like this forever?

Hey everybody!

Yep, this is another fanfic by me! (Multitasking, I know..I know..Bad..I know..) But I got this idea and just HAD to get it down and onto ASAP. :) I hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter 1. The escape.

"Get right into your room, young man!"

Wilbur quickly ran into his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him and leaned against it, breathing hard. His mothers voice was shrill and angry, he'd really done it this time.

"And don't you move! I'll be in there in just a few minutes!" she screamed to him, he heard the sound of glass being picked up.

Wilbur gulped and pushed against the door harder, fearing the worst.

He moved slowly away from the door and ran his hands through his thick cowlick, trying to decide what to do. No way was he going to stay inside his room, there was no telling what his punishment might be when she came (even though he had an idea).

What he had done wasen't even that bad in his book. All he had done was accidently (accidently of course mean't not listening to his mother and doing what he was planning anyway) shot off a small ray of his fathers, and it had only shot off the stairs in the living room and shot a hole through three of the beams supporting the kitchen roof and knocked over two priceless and rare glass frog statues, which his mother had gotten when she was seven.

He ran his eyes over his room, looking for some means of an escape. "The door, nope..." he chuckled nerveously. "The secret door, no, she found out about that last time...The top of the room, uh-uh...The travel tube...The travel tube!"

He grinned his cocky grin and ran under it, muttering how un-smart his mother was to not shut off the travel tube.

He soared through the tube all over the house, barely catching glimpses of where he was headed, and was suddenly shot out of the upstairs toilet.

Wilbur lifted himself off the wet bathmat, gave a small "yech" and was just about to leave when:

There was a sudden high pitched scream and Wilbur realised that his second cousin Tallulah had just stepped out of the shower, thankfully dressed in a towel, and was staring at him with a shocked and angry face.

"Ahh! Tallulah! I didn't mean-Ow! Hey! Ow! Ow, ow!"

He quickly put his hands over his head and took a few steps towards the door as Tallulah slapped him and smacked him everywhere she could reach, screaming things such as "no privacy", "sick little boy" and how "he should knock before he entered a room".

He reached the door and turned the knob quickly and struggled out before Tallulah could hit him again and raced down the hall, where another travel tube was. He stepped under quickly as he rubbed his sore arms and head and soared through the house again, this time he knew where he was headed.

The garage.

He could, he thought as he landed on his feet in the cold room, take the time machine and hide out with Lewis for a little while until his mother cooled down..Yeah, perfect plan.

Nothing could go wrong.

He moved towards the Time Machine, pausing only once but he quickly began moving again when he heard his named called angrily and a door slamming, telling Wilbur his mother had found out his wasen't in his room.

He moved faster and quickly opened the hatch of the Prototype Time Machine and jumped in, putting in the date June 25th, 2007.

"I'll be back." Wilbur mumbled as if he were talking to the family.

The Time Machine lifted and he left through the dispatch, soaring into the air and disapearing into the 2007 time.

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He parked the Time Machine on a knoll by the small Robinson house, whose front still read in big print "Anderson Observatory".

Wilbur got out and marched around the house to the room he knew to be Lewis's bedroom and looked inside.

His fathers past self was sitting at a desk, his phone glued to his ear, and he seemed to be in a deep conversation with the person on the other line. He leaned forwards in the chair, resting his elbow on the desk and massaged one of his temples, as if explaing something.

Wilbur rapped the window with his knuckles quickly, peering in at his dad.

Lewis looked up and looked at the window, gave a start and fall backwards off the chair.

He quickly gathered himself up, told the person on the end to "hold on", ran to the window and opened it quickly.

"Wilbur!" He sputtered. "What are you doing here?"

"I need you, dad," said Wilbur.

Lewis looked confused. "Well, I guess I need you to but really Wilbur,"

Wilbur gave a sarcastic laugh. "Ha ha. Listen, please can I come in?"

"Yeah."

Lewis moved out of the way and let his future son climb into the room.

"What are you doing here?" Lewis asked.

Wilbur began, "I'm here because-" he gave a start and looked in the direction of the phone.

"Cornelius? Are you still there? You better be, I know where you live!"

Lewis eyed Wilbur, frowning, knowing it had something to do with Franny, and went to pick up the phone.

"Wait a sec, Wilbur. I need to finish this - Yes Franny, I'm still here." his frown turn into a smile quickly. "Franny...I'ved explained to you..I know, I know...But my Great Aunt Muriel is in town...I know Franny...I can't take you, I'm sorry." his smile turned back into a frown and he looked very guilty. "Okay, see you some other time, 'kay? Okay...Bye."

He hung up and slammed himself onto his desk chair sadly, breathing out a huff of aggravated air.

"Dad? Whats up?" Wilbur asked.

Lewis looked at him. "I'll tell you, but first, why are you here?"

Wilbur pretended to look hurt. "How sweet of you! No how are you's or hello's for poor old, handsom, Wilbur.." he looked at the ground.

Lewis smiled. "Wilbur, stop. Just answer my question."

Wilbur looked back up and breathed out, obviously having a hard time trying to get what he was going to say in precise words, he rubbed the back of his head and grinned nerveously at Lewis.

"I'm in trouble."

Lewis sighed. "Really?"

"You act so surprised." Wilbur muttered, rolling his eyes. "The point of why I am here is, I accidently" he used air quotes. "broke Moms prized glass frog sculpters and put some holes in the beams to the kitchen...Mom sent me to my room, but I kind of left. No way was I going to take what she was going to throw at me."

Lewis sighed and rubbed the spot above his eyebrow. "Wilbur, wouldn't it have been easier to just take your punishment, and get it over with? When you go back you're just going to get it worse!"

"I don't care, Lewis! Mom's scary when shes mad!" He actually looked frightened. "I'm not going to deal with that now!"

"So you're using my house as a refuge?" Lewis retorted.

Wilbur narrowed his eyes. "I told the reason of my pressence, now tell me whats up with Mom on the phone."

Lewis's amused smile vanished and was replaced with the guilty grin he had worn while on the phone. "Well...Franny wants to go to the circus, but Great Aunt Muriel is coming-"

"We don't have a Great Aunt Muriel!" Wilbur said, raising his eyebrow. Had his father lied to his mother?

"I know!" Lewis exclaimed, burrying his face in his hands. "I know. Thats why I'm feeling so guilty! Its just that..I absolutely hate circus's. When I was five the orphanage got enough money to take us all to one, and I got lost in a crowd. Its scared me since!"

Wilbur looked at Lewis for a few minutes, then smiled cockily and laid a hand on his dads shoulder.

"You know what dad, maybe you should call mom and take her to the circus," when Lewis looked as if he was about to retort Wilbur spoke again:

"I know, you're scared. But I'll be with you! It'll be fine, you could uh..Hold my hand so you don't get lost." Even he thought that was just a little weird, but for the possibility of his mother being happy in the past and the possibility that she might not be angry in the future was to good to pass up.

"You're going to be there?" Lewis exclaimed. "Aho! I don't think so!"

"Believe me," Wilbur grinned, handing Lewis the reciever. "Everything will go perfect!"

Lewis looked at Wilbur uncertaintley, but began to dial Frannys number nevertheless.

"Franny? Hey, yeah, guess what? I can go to the circus after all!" He grinned. "Its great, I know! I'll pick you up tomorrow, uh-huh. Bye Franny."

He hung up the phone and smiled meekly at Wilbur. "She sounded so happy."

Wilbur grinned, partly to himself and partly to his dad, maybe this plan would work out after all!