Chapter 1
Wilbur Robinson walked around his ridiculously big mansion searching for something to do, he was banned from using the time machine until well...he died. But his grounding wasn't as harsh when he brought Lewis along. Wilbur walked into the garage to see a skinny golden robot fiddling with things.
"Hey Carl." Wilbur said, cheerfully.
"Wilbur, didn't see you there!" Carl turned around quickly.
"Whatcha doing?" He asked.
"Doing? Doing...what? No, nothing." Carl said.
"Carl, are you ok?" Wilbur asked him.
"Ok?...Yeah, i'm ok, why wouldn't I be ok?" Carl asked.
"You're acting really weird." Wilbur said.
"Weird? Heh – who's acting weird?" Carl asked nervously.
"What did you do in my Dad's lab for the last few days?" Wilbur asked.
Carl and Cornelius had been inside the lab for most of the time during the past few days, that left Wilbur no free time with hi s father, nor his friend, and he was dying to know what they were doing in that lab.
"We just juggled inventions and...science stuff." Carl said.
"Science stuff? Like what?" Wilbur asked.
"Like stuff, hey, shouldn't you be going now?" Carl said as he pushed Wilbur towards the travel tube.
"Nope. I don't think so." Wilbur said, ducking back.
"Wilbur!" Carl exclaimed.
"Carl!" Wilbur shouted back.
"Don't shout at me when I'm shouting!" Carl said.
"What are you hiding?" Wilbur said, bumping into a table.
As soon as he bumped into it, a blueprint rolled out, Wilbur turned around and looked at it, Carl worriedly stood there.
"What is this?" Wilbur asked, holding up the blueprint.
"What is what?" Carl asked, taking the blueprint and hiding it inside his robotic body.
"That blueprint." Wilbur said.
"What blueprint?" Carl asked.
"The one you're hiding." Wilbur said.
"Oh, that one. No, it's not the blueprint of a top secret invention that Mr. Robinson just created." Carl said, before slapping himself crazy.
"So Dad's invented a new invention huh?" Wilbur asked.
"No he hasn't!" Carl said.
"Come on, Carl, you can't lie to me." Wilbur said.
"And why is that?" Carl asked.
"Because you're Carl." Wilbur said.
"...true." Carl muttered.
"So, where's dad's new invention?" Wilbur asked.
"Nowhere..." Carl said.
Wilbur rose an eyebrow.
"Fine, come on." Carl said, leading Wilbur up the travel tubes and down the hallway.
"Where are we going?" Wilbur asked him.
"To the lab." Carl whispered.