Ok, there's this song called He's My Son by Mark Shultz and whenever I listen to it I always think of Cornelius and Wilbur. I don't know why but I do. I really like that song so I decided to do a fanfic called He's My Son centered on Cornelius and Wilbur. I hope you like the story!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Meet the Robinsons or anything that appears in the movie. I do own anything that's in my story and not in the movie.

He's My Son

Wilbur turned the corner sharply, barely missing the wall. He ran as fast as he could with his arms sticking out in front of him. He looked back over his shoulder and saw that his dad was catching up to him pretty fast. He bit his lip and turned back around. He thought about hiding somewhere but then realized that wouldn't do any good, since his dad would see him. He kept running all around his enormous house.

"Wilbur Robinson!" His dad yelled from behind him. "Stop running young man!" Wilbur refused to stop running. He knew what his dad was planning on doing to him, and he wasn't going to let him do it.

He ran to his room, threw open both doors, ran inside, and slammed the doors closed. He quickly remembered to lock them, then went and sat down on one of his beanbag chairs. He closed his eyes and relaxed, knowing he was safe from his dad…he thought. Only minutes after he had gotten in his room his dad had found the secret door in his window and climbed in silently. Wilbur didn't even notice him.

Cornelius snuck quietly over to his son, whose eyes were still shut. He held up his arms over his head and then accidentally sneezed. Wilbur's eyes immediately flashed open and he let out a huge gasp. He tried to move out of the way but he wasn't quick enough. His dad had caught him, and he was about to do the worst thing ever…

Cornelius' fingers frequently moved all over his son's body. Wilbur laughed uncontrollably. He hated it when his dad tickled him. He didn't even know why his dad was tickling him this time. Usually it was for punishment. But Wilbur hadn't done anything wrong. He had just been sitting in the family room when suddenly his dad jumped on him and started tickling him. He was lucky to have escaped that time, but this time his dad had a firm grip on him.

"Dad! Stop…it!" Wilbur yelled in between laughs. Cornelius just laughed too and continued to tickle his son. Wilbur was just glad that it wasn't Gaston tickling him. Gaston was the world's best tickler ever. He wouldn't stop until you were able to threaten to completely destroy his "precious" meatball cannon.

The two stayed there laughing together (Cornelius because he was having fun tickling his son, Wilbur because he was being tickled). If it wasn't for Franny's dinner call the two probably would have stayed there for hours. Cornelius stopped tickling his son and continued to laugh as Wilbur wiped a tear from his eye. His face was angry and annoyed, but he suddenly grew a grin and chuckled quietly.

"I hate it when you do that," he said, still smiling.

"I know," Cornelius said back after he stopped laughing. "That's what makes it so much fun." Wilbur glared at his father, but the grin never left his face. He loved it when he and his dad did stuff together. Not particularly tickling but, other things. He didn't know why but he would get a warm feeling every time they did. It was father/son time.

"We had better get going before Franny comes in here," Cornelius said. Wilbur nodded his head in agreement, and stood up from his beanbag chair. He walked out of his room at his father's side, still smiling.

Sorry the chapter's so short. I promise there will be longer chapters. But you know, first fanfic with chapters, I gotta' get used to writing long chapters. Don't be mad at me!

Review please!

-Taylor