A/N: I messed up a little in the first chapter so I kinda fixed it in this chapter. It should have been 'Wilbur's friend that looked in the turkey for the garage' and not his dad's friend. So it's fixed in this chapter.

"Mr. Mindgo, I still don't see how you can just come up with something and not think it through," Cornelius said, placing his fingers over his eyes. He was in a good mood a few moments ago when Wilbur called. Sure the call was unexpected but he sounded excited on the phone about Franny's birthday gift and told him to stop on over for lunch and they could talk about it. That was a few minutes ago and now, his mood was a little fowl. One of his workers, Mr. Mindgo, had invented a pen that will read whatever's on paper and store it into memory. Sounded good but Mr. Mindgo didn't think this through .

"Mr. Robinson, it's real simple and easy," Mr. Mindgo said. He took a piece of paper that had numbers on, placed the pen on it's side and slid it down the paper. "See? It will read and remember everything on this paper and it stores all this information in it's memory. If you lose this paper and it's very important, all you have to do is take out this memory chip, place it in your computer, and BOOM! Everything on that paper is now on your computer screen."

"It's a good idea but here's where I see a problem with it. We're trying to make this future better for man kind. If we make these pens that does our reading for us, how are we suppose to learn? When kids use this pen for a reading assignment, some of them might just lose the pen and then they fail the class all because they were to lazy to read what was assigned. Also, think about this. If you store all your personal information in one of these, what's to say it won't get stolen?"

David just sat there, trying to keep his anger in check. Leave it to Cornelius to ruin something that might actually help man kind but he always thinks negative. This was half the reason why he only did his best inventions at home where Cornelius couldn't tell him it wasn't good for man kind. One of his best inventions he's ever made was something he made for his wife and to him it was the best thing he ever invented but he knew if he were to bring it in to show Cornelius, he would tell him to take it apart and never make something like it again. He shifted his eyes to the doors as they opened and in came two laughing teenagers. One he didn't know at all and the other he knew all to well.

"Hey dad," Wilbur said, walking up to his dad and gave him a quick hug. Three months ago he would never have done that on his own, but after his little adventure, he's been closer to his dad than ever. "Hope you don't mind me bring Beth along."

"Not at all. How are you doing Beth?"

"I'm good Mr. Robinson. Wilbur found something for Mrs. Robinson and I think she'll love it."

While the three of them were talking and looking at the magazine Wilbur pulled out from his pocket, David sat in his chair, green with envy. This was another reason why he hated Cornelius. Why should some geek have a perfect family? Why should someone like Cornelius have a kid while he lost his and many more? No one, not even his own family, knew about his last sons sudden suicide. Nor did they knew that the past ten tries, Catherine always ended up having miscarriages. All he ever wanted to do was give his wife a kid she could love but that just couldn't do that. After Matthews suicide, Catherine went crazy and he had to help her the best he could, but in the process, he ended up a little out of it as well. Not like her but just enough to keep trying to come up with ways to get Catherine a child.

"I think your mother will love this," Cornelius said, looking at the picture of the stage Franny had circled. He then gave Wilbur that What-Have-I-Told you look. "But didn't I tell you to stay out of your mothers things?"

"Hey, I was looking for grandpa's teeth!" he said, defended himself. "He made me look in all the books in the family room and..."

"He made you look for his teeth in books?"

"Dad, he made my friend Lewis look in a turkey for the garage."

David still sat in disgust as the three started laughing. That family wasn't right for Wilbur. The boy needed a new family. One with discipline and on top of him when he acted up. Just grounding him does nothing to kids these days. Cornelius left the room, saying he had to check out an invention and would be back, so that left him in the lab with the two teenagers.

Beth, for her part, was starting to get a little freaked out when the man kept staring at them. Him and Mr. Robinson seemed to have been in a small argument when they arrived and ever since they walked in, this guy would not stop staring.

"Wilbur, why don't you introduce your friend here," David said, starting a conversation.

"Oh...Um, Beth. This is David Mindgo. Mr. Mindgo, this is my girlfriend, Beth Davison." He was hoping this would not happen. He already felt uneasy around David and caught him watching him when he would visit his dad every now and then.

"Nice to met you Beth. Hey, come here and check this out. It's my new invention." David demonstrated to the two teens what his pen could do. Surely these kids would think this was a good idea. "What do you think?"

"It's very...nice," Beth said, trying to find the right words. "It sounds like a lifesaver but yet, with my luck, I would lose it and then someone would end up with all my personal information."

Wilbur nodded in agreement. He knew he would lose the pen. He pulled Beth away from the desk when his dad walked in, lab coat in hand. "You ready dad?"

"Yep. We can enjoy a nice lunch in the cafe here."

"Speaking of food, is it okay for Beth to stay for dinner?" Wilbur asked, walking out of the lab and closing the door behind him

David couldn't hold it in much longer and threw all the papers on his desk onto the floor. He hated watching those two when it should be him with such a perfect family. He looked at the pen and removed the memory chip, holding it up and deciding if he should or shouldn't. He promised himself that no matter what, he could beat this and not use the information but after everything, he just had it. He put the chip in his computer and brought up page after page until he found the one he was looking for. He printed that out and then replaced the chip back into the pen. Tonight, he was going to get what he's always wanted.

"And I start tomorrow," Laszlo said, taking a bite of his chicken. He just got done telling the family that the Todayland Art Museum had offered him a job to paint on the spot with his new Paint Gun Thinker. He was able to get the bugs out and it started working like it was suppose to. He even re-painted Tallulah's portrait.

"We're all happy for you," Lucille said with a smile.

"It's about time you took on some responsibility," Petunia said. "Now all we have to do is get your lazy sister and cousin to work."

"Hey, I'm not old enough to get a job yet," Wilbur said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Law states you have to be sixteen to get a job."

"I never thought I would love a law as much as that," Beth said, agreeing with Wilbur.

"What about you Tallulah?" Cornelius asked.

"I'm going to apply for Fashion of Today," she said with a smile.

"Why not work at a laundry mat? You're around clothes," Laszlo suggested. He was about to take a bite out of his corn when something hit him in the head. He looked down to see half a chicken on his plate and looked past his parents at Tallulah. He picked up a handful of mash potato's and flung it at his sister, but she ducked and the potato's hit Art in the face instead. That, then, started a small food fight between brother and sister.

"Never a dull dinner at the Robinson house," Wilbur said, pushing his chair back to avoid the chicken Art threw at Laszlo but missed. "So dad, when do you leave for your trip?"

"I leave tomorrow night. I'm just glad to enjoy a nice family dinner."

"Do I hear a hint of sarcasm there, Cornelius?" Carl asked.

"Not at all."

After the food fight stopped, the family ate the rest of there dinner and then Carl served them Sundaes for dessert. Beth finished her ice cream and looked at her watch. It was getting late and since it was a school night, she had to get home before dark.

"Thank you for dinner but I have to get home." She stood up and handed Carl her dishes.

"I'll walk you home," Wilbur said, jumping up from his seat after inhaling his ice cream.

"Wilbur and Beth, sitting in a tree," Tallulah whispered to herself, but unknown to her Wilbur heard her. "K-I-S-S-I-N-..." She was unable to finish the song when her head was suddenly forced face down into her Sundae. She lifted her head up, dripping with ice cream and whip cream, and saw Wilbur and Beth run from the table and towards the travel tubes.

"You know, sis, you look good with an ice cream face," Laszlo laughed. He felt something cold run down his back and turned around to see Art standing behind him with his bowl of ice cream, thus starting another food fight.

Okay, I promise the next chapter will the be the whole reason why I wrote this story. At lest get it started. Thanks to those who reviewed and to those who have read. Keep tips coming!