"You did WHAT!?"

"Mom, calm down let me explain—"

"Wilbur Cornelius Robinson. How many times do I have to tell you that your father's time machines are strictly OFF limits?!"

Wilbur's mother, Franny, was furious. Her adventurous son had a knack for disobeying his mother's and father's rules. One rule in particular, actually: NEVER use the time machines.

"Mom, will you please just listen for once?" Wilbur pleaded, even though he knew he didn't have a real reason to justify his time travel.

"NO, Wilbur, no. Just…. go to your room while I go talk to your father about this…again." Franny replied. She exasperatedly turned around and walked out of her rehearsal hall leaving Wilbur alone with the musical frogs.

Wilbur stood there silently for a few minutes before kicking himself for being so stupid. He didn't mean to tell his mother about how he had used the time machine every day for the past month. It just…slipped out. But how could it not? He was totally in love, and he was acting so funny he couldn't help but be clumsy.

Wednesday evening, the first Wednesday of summer vacation

"Hey, mom?" Wilbur slowly opened the door to Franny's music room door, peaking in to see if she was available to talk.

"Frankie! That last note was brilliant! You really— oh hi, Wilbur! We were just wrapping up. What's up, sweet heart?" Franny asked with a kind smile.

"Uh, well I was just wondering if you new anything about the 1960's?" he asked nervously.

"Well gee, Wilbur, that was quite a while ago… but! They did have absolutely fabulous music."

"Oh really, like what? Like what would a teenage girl listen to?"

"Wilbur Robinson what girl do you know that listens to that kind of music?" Franny eyed her son suspiciously.

"Mom what no? Girl.. heh..good one," Wilbur blushed and looking at his feet. "This is for school! I'm doing a project on…uh… how the interests of girls nowadays compare to those of girls from the 1960s"

Franny crossed her arms and continued to stare at her son. A smirk appeared on her face. "Young man, it is summer time."

Wilbur could've slapped himself he felt so dumb. He had only seen Violet once, but already she had this toll on him that took away his ability to think straight.

"Okay well yeah thanks for the help!" and with that, Wilbur ran to his computer in his room. He had research to do.