Yeah I know, weird title. Anyway. This is my first MTR fic so bear with me? I've been obsessed with MTR lately and was inspired to write. The idea kind of came to me in a dream, as most of my ideas do, lol.
Anyway I'm kinda bad at introductions and what not. But um please read and I hope you enjoy it!
- Wrong Side Of The Bed -
Wilbur Robinson had his days. He wasn't a bad kid, he just got into trouble every once in awhile. Ok a lot. But it was never his fault! Usually. Ok sometimes. Always. That was beside the point. Despite all his pranks and faulty plans he knew his family loved him. He knew they care about him, (partially due to the fact that whenever he got in trouble he always had someone to listen to his side of the story, usually Carl) but Wilbur Robinson always knew that his family cared for him and loved him. He was Wilbur Robinson after all. Who wouldn't love him? Well ok except maybe Doris...and that one kid from school. But other than that everybody loved him! After all Wilbur Robinson never had the privilege of feeling alone.
Robinson House 10:28 a.m. 2037
It was a typical day at the Robinson house, well as far as typical days go. Thirteen year old Wilbur Robinson was out and about looking for something to entertain his bored mind. He'd only been up for thirty minutes and already he could find nothing to satisfy his desire for amusement. Upon turning a corner the young Robinson set his eyes upon his golden friend.
Carl turned around at the sound of footsteps. "Oh hey little buddy. What are you up to?"
"Lulling in the pool of bordem." Wilbur replied "Hey you wana help me-"
"Oh no!" Carl cut him off "Every time I help you with one of your insane plans I get in trouble! And I'm still trying to recuperate from last time!"
"What? Carl you don't need to recuperate. Your a robot."
"So. I still get me time!" Carl defended. The robot watched his friend give him puppy dog eyes. He sighed "Fine I'll help you! But later, not right now."
"Fair enough!" Wilbur smiled "I will be back!" With that the young Robinson turned and raced away, hoping to find something to occupy his time until Carl would help him. It couldn't take that long right? As his mind drifted his attention went out the window. His lack of focus caused him to run straight into grandpa Bud. The force from the collision sent him falling backwards.
"Oh hey Wilbur, you ok?" his grandfather asked holding out his hand.
The young Robinson took the hand and was pulled up. "Yeah, I'm good. No worries."
"That's good. Hey have you seen my teeth anywhere?"
"Not today Grandpa. Have you checked with Frankie?"
Bud shook his head. "No. But he's bound to have seen them. That crazy frog. Thanks."
Wilbur nodded and took off once again. An idea had finally formed in the teens head. A few days ago, without permission of course, Wilbur had snuck into his father's lab. While in there he had found a small metal rod. It had a light blue strand of glass coiled around it and on one end it had a many pointed crystal star. A strong electrical current was flowing through it. Not entirely sure what the invention did Wilbur took it anyway, he just wanted to test it out, then he'd put it back. And today seemed like a good idea to find out what it did.
"Now where did I hide it?" Wilbur asked himself as he continued to walk through the house. The Robinsons train of though was immediately cut off when the smell of baking cookies hit his nose. "Yes!" Excited Wilbur raced to the kitchen. "Grandma?"
"Hello Wilbur, your just in time! Taste this!" Lucille didn't wait for a reply before she shoved the spoon of batter in his mouth. Wilbur blinked then proceeded to lick the spoon clean. A look of thought crossed his face then he nodded.
"Great as always grandma."
Lucille smiled "Only two more batches left"
"Sweet. You let me know when there done grandma." Wilbur leaned against the kitchen counter. Something out of the corner of his eye caused the young Robinsons to glance down. "Oh hey!" Reaching out he picked up his grandfather's lost teeth. "So Frankie didn't have them after all. That's a first."
"Teeth again?" Lucille asked as she tended to her cookies.
"Yeah."
His grandmother laughed "Just set them down he'll be around."
"Will do." The teen replied. It was at that moment that the black haired boy finally remembered where he had hidden his father's invention. And without looking he dropped his grandpas teeth right into the cookie batter. "Gotta run grandma."
Lucille watched her grandson run off. She shook her head fondly then grabbed the bowl of batter without thinking twice.
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"Ah ha!" the triumphant voice of Wilbur Robinson echoed throughout his room "Found it! Now all I gotta do is test it out. Hmm." The black haired boy put a hand to his chin. "But how?" At that thought his brown eyes saw Carl walk by his room. "Perfect!" The teen quickly went after his friend "Hey Carl!"
Carl turned around at the sound of his name "Yeah?"
"You promised you'd help me out, nows the time!" Wilbur said smiling
"I never promised!"
"Did to! Now come on!"
With a sigh the golden robot followed his friend "So what are you planning to do this time?"
"I'm not sure yet." Wilbur admitted
Carl blinked "What? I thought you had a plan."
"I do have a plan." The Robinson stated "I plan to test this-" he pulled out the metal rod "out. I'm just not sure how yet."
"You stole that from your father's lab didn't you?" Carl asked accusingly
"Silly robot, I'm borrowing it. I'll put it back right after I figure out how it works. Now come on!" With that Wilbur ran down the hall.
Carl sighed and rubbed his eyes following his companion "Somehow I'm going to get blamed for this."
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When Carl finally did catch up with Wilbur it was in the front entrance. Lefty was currently tending to a salesperson at the door. Gaston was arguing with Petunia over the power of his meatball cannon.
"It could to blast 30 meatballs in a minute!" Gaston argued.
"Eh I doubt it." Pentuia said crossing her arms.
"I could help you out." Wilbur chimed in. Gaston, Fritz and Petunia looked at him. The young Robinson smiled pulling out the metal rod. "This'll surely power up your cannon."
"How does it work?" Gaston asked, in awe of the glowing rod.
"That. Is an excellent question." the teen replied. A moment of confusion swept over his face then was gone "Maybe if..." Wilbur touched the star tip of the rod to the meatball cannon. The Star turned red and an electrical current flowed through the cannon. "Ha!" The triumphant smile on the young Robinsons face didn't last long as the rod started to pump more energy into the cannon which began to shake. Then in one swift instant there was a small explosion. The force of the blast knocked the rod out of Wilbur's hand. It flew into the wall where the doorbell wiring was hidden. The rod burned red again and there was a horrible sound of bells dying. A short pause then Spike and Dimitri began to shout curses at the black haired boy.
Wilbur looked away from the door to his family. Gaston, Fritz, and Petunia glared at him. The explosion had tore Gaston's meatball cannon to pieces, setting most of them on fire. And small sparks from the fire had singed Petunia's hair and burned Uncle Fritz. Lefty had been thrown into the wall from both blasts.
"What's wrong with you!?" Petunia yelled. Wilbur cringed as his Aunt began to scream at him.
Carl watched his friend get yelled at and felt bad, he knew however Wilbur wouldn't get off this time if he intervened.
As Petunia unloaded on the boy, Bud and Lucille walked in looking quite angry themselves. After Wilbur had left Lucille had found Bud's teeth in one of her cookies, they were somewhat chard. The young Robinson cringed as all 8 of his family members screamed at him. He stepped back getting cornered into a wall. With another step his foot hit the rod and it shot a spark of energy at one of the flaming pieces of the meatball cannon remains. Wilbur watched as it slid across the floor and up a travel tube. The young boys eyes widened.
'Oh shit.'
Hope you liked it! It will get more interesting as I go on. Reviews are appreciated!