Hi! This is my first attempt at a MTR story. See, I went and saw the movie with my dad and my other best friend Kathy. As we were leaving the theater, Kathy said she wished Disney would make a sequel. I thought about it, and I decided to write it for her, seeing as not only is Disney not making ANYMORE sequels (victory dance), her birthday is the 19th of this month, so this is my gift to her. Anyway, you have really no idea how complicated Meet the Robinsons was until you try to write a sequel, so please give me some room! Thanks!
Read and review, please!
"The School Report"
For KathySummary: When Lewis's teacher tells the class to write two essays – one on their family, and one on their best friend – Lewis isn't sure what to do. He doesn't have any friends – everyone who knows him sees him as a scientific geek and a weirdo. So when Wilbur shows up and the time machine disappears, Lewis isn't sure what to think. He knows he has to get Wilbur back home…and find out who's out to ruin his future once again.
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"Alright, class," Mr. Jackerson's voice cut into Cornelius "Lewis" Robinson's thoughts. "I want you to write two essays."
Lewis merely shrugged and went back to doodling in his composition book.
"The first one I want you to write about is one about your family. What are they like? Do you have weird traditions? Do you have a special saying? What makes your family special?"
Lewis grinned now. This essay assignment would be a piece of cake, like many of the other essays Mr. Jackerson assigned. But this one would be special. Ever since Bud and Lucille Robinson had adopted him, everything had gone perfectly. He finally had a family.
"And I want you to write the other one on your best friend."
At this, Lewis looked up in surprise.
Lewis only had three friends, Goob, Franny the frog girl, and his future son, Wilbur. It had been three months since his ordeal in 2037. Goob had been adopted shortly after him, and his new mom's job got transferred across the country, which left Lewis with no friends, other than Franny, who he knew would one day be his future wife, which made things a little awkward.
"What is your best friend's name? How long have you known each other?" Mr. Jackerson went on. "The reports will be due in one month's time. That way, you have plenty of time to brainstorm and write the essays."
The bell rang and everyone hustled out the door. Lewis closed his invention book, which, with the help of a miracle invention called Scotch Tape ™, had been reconstructed after Lewis had ripped out many of its pages in disappointment and anger only three months before.
Lewis walked to his locker and grabbed his backpack. He shoved his notebook into it and slammed his locker closed. He walked out of the school and climbed on the bus.
"Hey, Science Boy." A voice said behind him as he climbed on, "Whatcha got in that bag of yours?"
"Go away, Nash." Lewis said, trying to ignore the obnoxious boy who liked to pick on Lewis more than he liked to throw spitballs at the teachers when they had their backs turned.
"Why should I?" Nash asked. "Free bus."
Nash's friends laughed in response to his so called joke. Nash got up and plopped into the seat in front of Lewis. He reached over the seat and grabbed Lewis's bag.
"Hey, give that back!" Lewis said, trying to gain his backpack back from the bully.
Nash pulled Lewis's composition book from the bag and began to flip through it.
"Hey, these are some nice little pictures you got here, Louie." Nash said.
"Give that back, Nash! That's my invention book!"
"Oh is it now?" Nash asked, grinning a grin that could only mean trouble. He handed one of his friends the book over his shoulder, then went back to searching Lewis's backpack for anything interesting. All he found was a baseball cap, five pencils, a couple pens, and Lewis's history book.
"Hm." He grunted. "Nothing. He dumped the remaining contents into the aisle of the bus. Lewis glared at him for a minute, and then bent down to pick up his stuff. Suddenly, the bus came to a screeching halt, and Lewis knew it was his stop. He grabbed his composition book from Nash's friend Kyle, then walked down the aisle towards the front of the bus. Nash exchanged a glance with his three buddies, and then followed in pursuit after Lewis.
Lewis had a block's walk home, and he was busy stuffing his stuff back into his backpack. One of Nash's buddies had written "Loser" in big letters across the top of one of the pages in his composition book, and he didn't have an eraser on him. Thank goodness it was Friday, and he had the day off from school on Monday. Four Nash-free days. Bliss for Lewis.
"Hey, Louie, how's about we walk you home?" Nash asked from behind. He came up behind Lewis and put his arm over Lewis's shoulder. "What do you say, buddy?"
Lewis pushed Nash's arm away.
"I am not your buddy." He said. "And you and I both know you're not my buddy, either."
"Hey, guys, I think Lou here is lost. Let's help him find his way…" Nash said, grinning at his friends. "To the dumpster."
"Hey!" Lewis said as Kyle and Jamal took him by the arms and began to drag him in the opposite direction. "Let me go!"
"We're only trying to help you, Lou. Here, let me take that heavy bag for you." Nash said as he grabbed Lewis's bag again. He once again took Lewis's book from the bag. Nash knew as well as anyone that Lewis's composition book was his best friend; the only friend he had.
"Give that back, Nash!" Lewis said, managing to get Jamal and Kyle to let go of him. He ran towards the bully. Nash laughed as he began to play keep away with the precious notebook. He tossed the notebook to Kyle, who tossed it to Jamal, who tossed it to Jim, who tossed it back to Nash. Lewis desperately tried to get back his book, but without success.
"And what will you do if we don't?" Nash asked, laughing.
Lewis knew he didn't stand a chance against Nash and his gang. His face red from anger and frustration, Lewis took one last attempt to grab his book away, but Nash was faster. He pulled the book out of the way at the last minute, sending Lewis to the ground, landing in a mud puddle. Nash and his friends yahooed into laughter.
"It's not funny, Nash." Lewis grumbled, picking himself up from the ground.
"Sure it is! Almost as funny as us taking your precious book and throwing it down the sewer pipes!"
"No don't! That's my life's work!" Lewis said.
"Say goodbye to your life then, Louie." Nash said as he laughed.
"I think you'd better give the kid his notebook back." A voice said from behind them. Lewis, Nash, and Nash's gang turned to find a thirteen-year-old boy with black hair, a black t-shirt, and jeans standing behind him. It was the way his hair was done that gave away his identity to Lewis.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as Wilbur walked over to Nash, who stood in confusion, bent over the side of the road, Lewis's notebook between his index finger and thumb, about to let it go.
"Just lending a hand." Wilbur replied as he walked over to Nash. "Give the kid his notebook back. Now."
"And if I don't?"
"Then I guess I'll just have to do this." Wilbur said as he pulled out a remote like thing. Pressing a button, about thirty mean looking pit bulls appeared.
"How did he do that?!" Nash asked his friends, who shook their heads.
"Get him, guys." Wilbur said. The pit bulls, snarling, teeth showing, charged towards Nash, Jamal, Kyle, and Jim. Lewis covered his head as the dogs, obviously holograms, ran past him. Nash dropped Lewis's notebook in the grass as he and his friends took off running the way they had come.
"This isn't over, Lewis!" He called back. He and his friends ran as fast as they possibly could until they rounded the corner and were out of sight. Wilbur hit the button again and the barks of the dogs instantly vanished.
"How'd you do that?" Lewis asked.
"Holograms." Wilbur answered.
"I guess I should have guessed that." Lewis said. Wilbur picked up his notebook and handed it to him. "Thanks."
"Sure."
"Now answer my question. What are you doing here?"
"It's kind of complicated." Wilbur said.
"Can't be any more complicated than the last adventure we had." Lewis said. "Besides, I've got time."
"Then we might want to get somewhere were we can talk." Wilbur said.
"Come on. We can go to my house." Lewis said.
"I guess that'll do." Wilbur said as he and Lewis walked down the street. "Besides, I've always wondered what Grandpa Bud and Grandma Lucille were like when they were young!"
