(A/N: I am becoming a HUGE fan of Meet the Robinsons fanfics so I decided to write my own *Meet the Robinsons is probably my FAVORITE movie EVER! I 3 it and IDK why~~ It just rocks~*

Enjoy~)

Wilbur slammed the front door as hard as he could (which was close to impossible because the door shut by itself), letting himself in without even ringing the doorbell or waiting for Lefty to open it for him.

Carl heard this and came into the main hall. "Rough day?" he noted and Wilbur scowled.

"THAT is an excellent question…" he grumbled.

Carl followed Wilbur as he stormed through the house, knowing he'd get his REAL answer if he did.

Sure enough, about another ten feet later, Wilbur began to rant.

"JUST because you're the son of a prodigy father, you are suddenly expected to be as gifted as he! The teachers single you out and give you the harder questions and always nag on you, PUBLICLY, if you DARE get anything below an A- on a paper!" he raved as he continued to stomp on.

Wilbur headed to his room, Carl still trailing him, and plopped down on his bed angrily.

Then, his emotions suddenly changed from enraged to distressed as he buried his head in his hands.

"Mom and Dad are going to KILL me…" he groaned into his hands.

"What did you do this time?" Carl asked, not even trying to be sympathetic at first.

Wilbur pulled a paper out of his bag and shoved into Carl's chest without even looking up. Carl picked it up and looked at it; it was Wilbur's Math test.

Carl looked it over before his eyes widened. "You got a C?" he exclaimed in shock.

Wilbur's head snapped up and he covered Carl's mouth quickly with his hand before he could say anything else. "SHUSH!" he warned harshly.

"Buh –ou –ot a –ee!" Carl mumbled through Wilbur's hand as best he could.

Wilbur scowled. "…Minus," he corrected and Carl groaned. Wilbur uncovered his mouth, still signaling for him to be quiet.

"You know saying that didn't make it any better," Carl whispered harshly. "You SHOULD have just stuck with a solid C…"

Wilbur placed a hand on Carl's shoulder. "So… how do you propose on telling them?"

Carl put his hands up. "OH no, THIS is all on you. I do NOT want to be a part of it this time. YOU can tell them yourself."

Wilbur sighed. "Fine… I guess I can't very well just NOT show it to them… what with all the online grading that dad will be SURE to check…."

Carl nodded as Wilbur continued to think. He may not be the brightest at school sometimes, but he knew how to think through a plan… Even IF it wasn't always the smartest one (for example, how to fix the whole "time-machine-being-stolen" wasn't one of his BEST plans ever…).

"Well… I obviously need to act like nothing is up or Mom and Dad will get suspicious… but WHO should I tell…? Dad would be disappointed, which is never something you want to see… but MOM would definitely ground me where as Dad would probably just say 'Keep Moving Forward'…. Yeah, I should tell Dad…" he finally concluded.

Carl smiled and pushed him to his feet and also pushing him out the door, shutting it behind him.

"Alright, good decision…" he said as he pushed. "Now go tell him."

Wilbur stumbled back against Carl's force. "No, not NOW…" he complained and Carl sighed and stopped.

"Then WHEN?" he persisted.

"THAT is an excellent question..." Wilbur said as he thought. "When he's in a good mood, I'll tell him."

Carl sighed. "TODAY!" he told Wilbur sternly before walking off.

Wilbur smiled and headed to one of the pipes, zooming off to the garage. He knew his Dad would be in there… but he was PRAYING for once maybe he wouldn't… or else his plan wouldn't work.

Wilbur was hoping that MAYBE if he WASN'T in there that he could use the time machine to go back in time and help himself on the test…

Luck was NOT with him. Sure enough, his dad was in there, working on the second time machine.

Cornelius looked up from his work and noticed Wilbur. He smiled at him before going back to work.

"Hey son, how was school today?" he asked.

"It was boring, as usual," Wilbur answered, trying not to sound too suspicious.

His dad nodded. "How did the math test go?" he questioned. Wilbur cussed mentally, he'd remembered.

"Uh… it went… fine," Wilbur said, staring up at the ceiling.

His dad sighed and rolled out from under the car. He propped himself up on his elbow, he knew Wilbur wasn't telling him the whole truth. So he stared at his son till he finally met his gaze.

"What grade did you get on it?" he questioned in an even tone.

Wilbur groaned. He should have gone with Mom… he just COULDN'T lie to his dad… He took the paper out from behind his back and showed it to his dad, hanging his head.

Cornelius grabbed the paper gently and looked over it silently. He didn't say a word the whole time.

When he was done, he looked up at Wilbur. Wilbur slowly looked up too and winced, here came the yelling.

His father shocked him, as he usually did, by starting out in a really calm voice.

"You know how I feel about this grade, don't you?" he asked softly. Wilbur nodded. "Good… then let me ask you this. I'm certain you looked over it, right?" Wilbur nodded again and so he continued. "Do you know what you did wrong?"

"Um… sort of," he confessed.

Cornelius took his son's arm and pulled him a bit closer. Then, he began to explain his mistakes. Wilbur listened and tried to understand it as best he could…

"Do you get it?" Cornelius asked him after a bit. Wilbur hesitated only a moment before nodding. Cornelius patted his shoulder. "Look, I know you'll do better next time, so I have nothing to say but this 'Keep Moving Forward'."

Wilbur smiled and gave his dad a hug. "Thank you," he said. "I love you."

Cornelius smiled and hugged his son back. "I love you, too, Wilbur."

Then, Cornelius pulled back to look his son in the eyes. "Now, even thought I am a big softy when it comes to punishment, I CAN'T guarantee how your mother will react…"

Wilbur groaned. "Do we HAVE to tell her?"

Cornelius chuckled. "YES, she is your MOM, she needs to know, and you KNOW I will tell her."

Wilbur sighed. "I had to try."

His father nodded. "I understand, now why don't you go back upstairs and if you see your mother, tell her I'll be up for supper."

Wilbur nodded. "But… you'll tell her right?"

Cornelius sighed and nodded, also. "I will, after supper."

Wilbur smiled and hugged him again. "Thank you," he said again before heading back over to the tube and going upstairs.

Wilbur spent most of the rest of his night in his room on the video screen playing some of his more favorite virtual games. Whenever Carl came up and called him down for dinner, he shut it off and came down.

"What are we having?" Wilbur asked as they walked.

Carl smiled. "And WHY should YOU be the only one to know in advance?"

Wilbur sighed, though smiling as he shook his head.

When they got into the rather LARGE Dining Room, about half of the family was there. Wilbur walked over to his place as the rest filed in.

Everyone sat down and small chatter began. Then, Carl came back in.

"Diner is served," he announced and out came the little robots with their plates. It was cheesy chicken enchilada night.

Wilbur grinned and instantly began to cut up his food. He took a bite as him mom began to start up conversation.

"So, how was your day at work Neil?" she asked her husband.

Cornelius smiled. "It went very well. We worked out some of the kinks in the-" was as much as Wilbur heard. He switched his focus to Uncle Gaston's conversation.

Gaston was working on filling up his cannon under the table with chicken. Wilbur grinned, tempted to start something… but he decided to wait.

Then, his mom spoke to him.

"Wilbur!" she said and his head snapped over to her.

"Huh?" he asked and she sighed.

"How was your day at school?" she asked.

Wilbur glanced at his dad and he raised an eyebrow, messaging silently that if HE wanted to tell her about the grade himself, now was the time.

He was too chicken, so he didn't.

"Oh, it was fine, just boring as usual," he answered taking another bite of his food.

Just then, his mom looked away when someone spoke to her and Wilbur took the chance to chuck a piece of chicken at Uncle Gaston when he wasn't looking. It hit him in the forehead and his head snapped up. Wilbur pointed at his mom from behind his hand.

"It's ON!" Gaston announced, firing the cannon, hitting Franny on the shoulder.

Franny slowly turned around and Cornelius chuckled before scooting back. "You dare challenge me with your FOWL meat?"

Wilbur, along with several others who got the joke, chuckled as the battle began.

The chicken flew every which way. Wilbur had to duck once to avoid getting hit in the eye. He was laughing as his mom finally kicked one at her brother and hit him right in the heart. He dramatically fell backwards and held up the white flag for surrender.

Everyone laughed as Franny slowly got back down in her seat and we finished up our meal.

Then, Carl got out dessert; homemade apple and peanut butter pie (sounds a bit different, but it was good, Grandma's own recipe).

Everyone cheered as the ice cream was also passed around. Wilbur sighed happily, it was really good, though he was still silently praying that his mom and dad would take forever to eat to avoid the… unavoidable.

Sadly, though, he thought, his wish was sent as an opposite of itself to the wish granter for his mother and father were the FIRST ones to be done and leave.

Wilbur groaned and slowed down, STILL hoping to buy some time.

Of course, JUST when he was at his slowest (when he was near done) Franny came downstairs and tapped on his shoulder.

"Wilbur, I know you're stalling…" she said in a very knowing tone, "so finish eating, and when you're done I'll see you in your room."

With that, she breezed off with a gait that made Wilbur shiver. His mom always had been one to scare him… though his dad had his moments too…

Wilbur sighed again before choking down the rest of his pie. Then he handed the plate to Carl and slowly headed over to the tube and zipping upstairs.

Franny was already there waiting for him when he stepped into his room.

"Uh… hi," Wilbur managed to get out, choking up all of a sudden by the look on his mom's face. He feared for his life at this point.

"Hello…" Franny said, drumming her fingers against her knee. She slowly took out the math test Cornelius had given her… "Would you like to explain this?"

Wilbur groaned and leaned up against the wall opposite his mom. "Mom…" he started, but she cut him off.

"No, Wilbur, HOW could you do this? How could you get a grade like THIS?" she started to shout, her voice rising with each word.

"MOM! Just because DAD is some freaky genius doesn't instantly mean that I am TOO!" Wilbur yelled at her, going instantly on the defense.

"That MAY be true, but I KNOW for a FACT that you can do better than this. You are SMARTER than this Wilbur!" she told me fiercely.

"APPARENTLY NOT!" he shouted.

Franny gritted her teeth and rose from her son's bed (which she'd been seated on). "Wilbur James Robinson!" she snapped and Wilbur couldn't help but shrink back just a bit. "YOU know you can do better, so don't even SAY that! Your FATHER AND I know you can do better, too! You just have to TRY Wilbur!"

Wilbur scowled, regaining his composure. He leaned forward a bit. "Maybe I don't WANT to try! MAYBE I want to stop being compared to DAD so I have to fail a bit to get them to realize I AM NOT HIM!"

Without letting his mom say anther word, Wilbur stormed out of his room and over to the nearest tube, not caring where it took him.

He ended up in the garage, and, for once, his father wasn't in there.

Wilbur smiled, a sudden plan coming to his mind. He got into the red time machine and punched in a date. He wondered if his life LATER sucked as much as it did now…

Well, he was going to find out.

(A/N: I hope you liked it~ It took me a while to write this, but PLEASE REVIEW! I promise to TRY and update soon~

Thanks so much for reading~

~KKCopper)