Author's disclaimer: I do own Meet the Robinson… yes! X wakes up. Aww it was just a dream… I still do not own Meet the Robinson, Disney does.

MTR Halloween Special

Ch 1: Interns and Cloaked Figures

October 24, 2037

9:45 PM

Robinsons Industries

It was a stormy night for the company. Cornelius Robinson was working late trying to give the finishing touches to his latest invention. It was suppose to be an all in one Halloween in a can. From costumes to haunted houses, this tiny can would have it all.

However, there been some delays in the past.

"Sir…," a short-figured, brown haired intern said as he was frantically looking for some instrument. "I can't find the microprobes here."

He then accidentally dropped one when he did found it. Of course it was glass so it shattered.

Cornelius stared at him coldly. "Go find another one…now. Check Microlab 3."

So Cornelius' attitude at the moment wasn't pleasant.

But who can blame him, he was ready to go home to his family and the deadline for this wasn't helping.

"Dr. Robinson perhaps we should just call it a day. You know it's very late and there still time with the HHC (Haunted House in a Can)," Dr. Pete.

"Not quite yet Dr. Pete, we're behind schedule and it's enough for us not to make it to the deadline," Cornelius stated and continued to work.

"But, sir…"

"Two hundred twenty-nine thousand two hundred," Cornelius spilled out. One of his habits when he is not in the mood is to say something very confusing or different that usually only he understand.

"Excuse me…"

"Now it's two hundred twenty-nice thousand one hundred ninety-nine."

The intern returned with some more microprobes. He heard part of the conversation.

"Sir, what do you mean by that?"

Cornelius shook his head in distain. "That's how long we have until the deadline in minutes."

"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"

"Do you want me to put it in seconds… fifteen million five hundred…."

Dr. Pete interrupted him quickly. "Okay I get your point. But, there is still some time and more people will be here tomorrow to help too."

Whoopee more people… more likely of mistakes to be made.

Cornelius wasn't persuaded yet. "Most likely unless there is change or a malfunction with this, hopefully it doesn't, or the people perhaps make a mistake with the wires and …"

"Sir they are highly qualified right? You were the one that hired them."

"Well yeah, but…"

"Then nothing to worry about."

Unlike Cornelius, Dr. Sullivan Pete didn't really wasn't a pessimist and was more layback than he was.

"And the chance of tools going …." Cornelius was interrupted by his cell-phone.

It was Franny.

"Hey dear," said Cornelius.

"Uh yeah do you know what time it is."

"Franny, not again, I'm leaving right now."

Yeah about the idea of staying longer to finish, it was destroyed instantly.

"You should be… it's almost ten and this is the third time this week you been working late."

"But… but… the deadline."

"No buts, I don't care about the deadline, I want you home now, it's not good that you are working this late and we have a surprise for you."

"Okay I'm coming, especially since there is a surprise for me at home."

"Good…now one more thing."

"Yes Fran."

"I don't want you working tomorrow."

"What…I can't Franny… remember the deadline."

"Yes…but you said it was almost done and you got other employees."

"Yeah but what if something goes wrong."

"Nothing is going to go wrong honey. Like you and I said you got to believe and keep moving forward, right?"

"Of course."

"Then everything is going to be fine."

"You're right…I guess it would be okay to relax for a change."

"Yes and perhaps help us with the haunted house we are fixing."

"That would be great, hmm… I could perhaps add some things to scare Wilbur."

"Cornelius"

"What remember what happen last year in the basement?"

"Haha that was pretty funny."

"Ugh no it wasn't with the fact I was locked up in a sarcophagus and I was in there for …."

"Uh oh got to go, see ya soon honey."

"Okay then, bye Fran."

The intern and Dr. Pete look at him smiling.

"See if your wife said everything is going to be okay then it's definitely going to be okay.

"Of course, since my wife wants me to take a day off, I'm not going to be here tomorrow. I want you…. to be in charge of the project and finish the HHC by tomorrow if possible. I'll call tomorrow for some updates Sullivan."

"Yes sir."

"Well you guys have a good night," Cornelius said as he left the lab.

Finally, a break from this project.

Hopefully everything goes well while he is gone.

Back in the lab…

"Could you put the HHC in Molecular Lab 2, it needs to be tested for safety before the other scientists proceed in further experiments," Dr. Pete asked the intern.

"Isn't it already safe for use."

"Perhaps, however it still good to make sure everything is functioning correctly. I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"Of course sir."

"It would be a misfortunate if someone got hurt."

"Yes it would be…"

The intern left the lab and went down to level 5 of the building. He was always puzzled by the fact that no one ever addressed him by his name, but instead labeled the "intern." So Nick aka the intern kept walking forward.

However, instead of making a right, he made a left into the Genetic Lab 13.

In the room there was a very small cloaked figure standing very eagerly for the item of need in his plan.

"Finally, the device that will perish that vermin fool, Cornelius Robinson"

He stares at the device with pride with his dark beady eyes.

" and even his family with his own hands."

Hmm… I wonder who that cloaked figure is (hint can you figure it out? Cookie if you do.)

This is sort of a Halloween story, but it's not Halloween and I don't feel like waiting for Halloween to post this… so let's call it Halloween in March or whatever they call it… March Madness? Thanks for reading and click that button below, you know you want to and if not well… a mind pie will hit you in three seconds.

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