DORIS RETURNS
Chapter One
By doodlegirll
----A/N----
Hiya, guys! I only have a couple minutes (like, five) to type this, so I'll have to be quick about it, but I had an idea for the webstory here on Robinson Webstories!
It's called Doris Returns, but that's about all it is. I have the first paragraph, it that's all right...remember, whoeven calls dibs in the comments writes the next chapter! That's all I could think to do, by the way...any ideas there?
Anywho.
DORIS RETURNS
Marc O'Brady finished tweeking the last small attachment his invention needed to run. Finally, after slaving away for a year, she was finished.
Marc sat down his screwdriver and stepped back to amire his work. She looked simple right now, but really, she was very complex, with just about every quirk that could be found in a machine. Marc smiled, remembering her purpose.
Marc was going to use her as a weapon to get back at his arch rival, Cornelius Robinson, the most famous inventor since Thomas Edison. All his life, Marc had tried to prove that he was just as good as that blasted Robinson, but each time, Robinson always proved to be better.
So when Marc came across a box of discarded blueprints behind Robinson Industries, he knew that he could finally, after so many years of being second-best, prove that he was better. He rummaged through the box for a moment, finally coming across a sketch of what seemed to be a bowler hat, called DOR-15. DOR-15 would be an aid for people, helping them to brush their hair, their teeth, shave, and all sorts of other things that would make their lives a little easier. Marc had quickly decided that this would be the perfect invention of Robinson's own mind to help him seek his revenge.
And now she was finished. The green light in front of DOR-15 lit up, and she seemed to defy gravity as she rose into the air and hovered in front of Marc, who smiled sinisterly.
"Finally, after years of waiting, I have finally done it! And now," He said, turning to DOR-15, "with the help of you, Doris, I shall finally have my revenge!"
Doris's green light turned red as she seemed to laugh along with Marc. Marc stopped laughing after a minute, the evil grin still on his face. He then began to tell Doris of his plan, his plan to get rid of Cornelius Robinson forever.
----Lewis's House, 2007----
"Wilbur, I think you were just seeing things." Thirteen-year-old Lewis said as he finished tightening the bolt on Carl's prototype. "I promised never to invent Doris, so how in the world can she be back?"
Thirteen-year-old Wilbur Robinson was pacing around Lewis's lab, asking the same question as his future dad. "I don't know!" He said. "But I'm not lying to you, Lewis, I saw her! She was hovering right outside my window!"
Lewis sighed and sat his wrench down, turning to face his best friend/future son. "Are you sure it wasn't just a hallusination of the thunderstorm?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Lewis, I'm not going crazy! Doris is BACK!" Wilbur said. "I don't know how, but she's back, and she's just as bad as ever, if not worse!"
Lewis sighed again. "Well, if Doris is back, like you say she is, why and what does she want with you?"
"I don't know!" Wilbur said. "All I know is that she's back and no one will believe me!"
"Did you tell Cornelius, I mean, did you tell me?" Wilbur nodded.
"You didn't believe me, either." He said, sighing. "Please, Lewis, you just have to come back with me!"
"Wilbur, you know I can't do that. You could cease to exsist again!" Lewis tried to reason with Wilbur, but it seemed Wilbur's mind was made up.
"C'mon." Wilbur begged, flashing a grin. "Please?"
"No." Lewis said. Wilbur's grin turned into a face of defeat. He opened his mouth to retort, but his earpiece began to vibrate and he heard Carl's frantic voice come through.
"WILBUR!" Carl screamed. Wilbur winced at the loudness of the robot's voice, then brought his hand up to reply.
"What is it, Carl?" He asked.
"If I told you I don't really know, would you call me insane?" Carl asked. If Wilbur could have seen him, he would have glared at him.
"I'll take that silence as a yes." Carl said. "Listen, I don't know what's wrong, but I can just...TELL something isn't right! Remember the last time I got this feeling?"
Wilbur shuddered. "How can I forget? I ended up with a broken arm!" He said.
"Well, I have a feeling it's going to be just as bad, if not worse, this time. GET HOME NOW!" Carl screamed.
"Alright, alright, I'm on my way!" Wilbur said. He turned to Lewis and grabbed his wrist, pulling him out the door and to the time machine, which waited in the front yard with its invisiblity on.
"Wilbur, let me go!" Lewis said.
"No can do, buddy." Wilbur said as he nearly dragged Lewis into the time machine. "Sorry."
Lewis just let out a huff and climbed into the backseat. It didn't look as though Wilbur was going to let him talk him out of taking him back to the future, so he might as well go quietly...then let Franny deal with her son in the future.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
That's all I have!
Next, anyone?
Robi
