So…this is "Lizzy Returns"…enjoy…man, that entrance was cheesy.
Chapter One: The Future Alternates (Again)
"Well, Lewis…" Lewis looked up. There was Wilbur Robinson; his future son; standing
right there. "Oh, no, Wilbur…whenever you're here, I get that same feeling. What'd you do now?"
Lewis sighed. "What? I can't see my future dad at the science fair without scaring the crud out of
him with the TCTF thing?" Wilbur said, recalling the previous science fair when Doris was in
existence and Lewis had no idea who the heck he was.
Lewis rolled his eyes. "Wilbur, you can't lie to me. What'd you do?" he repeated. Wilbur's
eyes darted everywhere, glancing everywhere he could to avoid looking at Lewis.
"Ah…nothing…" Wilbur said slowly. Then he snapped, "What are you implying?"
"I'm implying that the future is busted again thanks to my son, Wilbur!" Lewis shot. Then it
occurred to Lewis that he said that out loud. "Oh, I meant…I'm implying that the future will be
busted thanks to my good…friend…Bil-bur…?" Lewis attempted to cover it.
After everyone turned back to their science projects, Wilbur and Lewis continued their
argument in quiet voices, which was an extreme challenge for Wilbur.
"Yeah, good friend Bilbur. I remember when Jacoby called me that whenever I needed
pieces for a Transponder Remote," Wilbur rolled his eyes. Lewis cocked his head slightly and
said, "Jacoby? Transponder Remote? Hold on a second…alright what'd you do to the future,
Wilbur?"
"I told you, I didn't do anything!" Wilbur said. "Correction: you didn't do anything yet,"
Lewis said. Wilbur said, "Um, right…well, I ought to get to 2037 before my parents find out I
borrowed the Time Machine again." As Wilbur began to walk off, he accidentally tripped over his
shoelace which he forgot to tie…and he accidentally knocked over Lizzy's fire ants…again…
"My ants!" Lizzy growled. "Oh snap, I remember you! I…got to go!" Wilbur bit his lip and
began to back away, knocking over a girl's carrier ants (ya know, those really big ones…). Wow,
Wilbur's gotten really clumsy…
The cage shattered on the floor, and screams erupted from the crowd. "Uh-oh…" Wilbur
mumbled under his breath. "Hey! Watch it! Now my sister's ants are gone and so are mine!" the
girl said. "Sister?!" Wilbur yelped. "You're sister is her?" he asked, pointing to Lizzy. "Yes, that is
my sister, Ember," Lizzy narrowed her eyes. Wilbur stood there, two little girls glaring at him from
either side…
Lewis, who had been watching the whole thing, slapped his forehead. "There proves my
point! Now there's going to be two maniacal twin girls taking over the future!" he moaned.
Suddenly, Wilbur's earpiece buzzed in. "Wilbur!" It was Carl, and he sounded really ticked off.
"Heh, Carl…what's going on?" Wilbur forced a smile, even though Carl couldn't see it. "What'd
you do?!" Carl yelled. "Dang, you're sounding like Lewis…" Wilbur said.
"Well, he is your father! He did invent me!" Carl snapped. "Well, what's happening in the
future?" Wilbur began to get a little bit worried, and Wilbur Robinson does not worry! "There are
two maniacal twin girls taking over the future!" Carl shouted. "Ironically, that's what Lewis said
was going to happen," Wilbur said.
"This isn't funny! There are twice as many mechanical ants running around as did when
just Lizzy took over! Wilbur, did you run into her ants again?" Carl began to get quizzical.
"Maybe…" Wilbur said. "And now she has a sister…" Carl yelled into Wilbur's ear, "WILBUR,
YOU IDIOT!!!
"Get back here now!!!" Carl yelled some more. "Uh, Carl, I really have to go…" Wilbur
tried to get away from the conversation. Suddenly, Ember snapped, "You'll pay, pointy-haired
kid!" Wilbur yelped and grabbed Lewis. The dashed out of the school and hid behind a tree. As
soon as Wilbur saw the two girls look out the door and then go back in the building, it began to
rain.
Wilbur put his head in his hands and said, "Oh, great. They're gonna find some way to
blame me for this."
Tsk, tsk, Wilbur. You are so irresponsible. I mean, what eighth grader forgets to tie his shoe? Oh wait…I forget to tie my shoes half the time…ignore that last comment.