Meet Cornelius

by Futuramakid.

DISCLAIMER: I own neither Meet the Robinsons or Kim Possible.

1 caffeine fueled jabber session later...

"...andnowwe'rehere!"

Kim and Ron had sat in a car with Dr. Krunklehorn-Robinson for 2 hours. Four-fifths of that time, she rambled in and out of tangents while answering some questions from Kim and Ron. They now knew that Cornelius had been an orphan, and was in an apprenticeship to Inventco, a company that gave independent inventors a chance to sell their inventions. They got out at the house, and were impressed at its size.

"This is your house?" Ron said in amazement at the size. It had, after all, previously been an observatory.

"Yep. It was an old empty observatory, but it made the perfect place," Dr. Krunklehorn-Robinson said, showing them in, "Cornelius is upstairs, in the dome part. That's his room."

They walked up the stairs in the large room where the entrance was into a large glass domed room. It had a worktable and a chalkboard. The chalkboard was filled with equations and designs, while the worktable had a small space cleared by a computer, and the rest was strewn with various odds and ends in the process of being assembed, with the most completed being the torso and head of a recognizably humanoid robot. At the worktable sat Cornelius. Kim looked him up and down. He was an average looking boy, with glasses and blonde spiky hair. He wore a blue sweater vest over a white t-shirt with khaki shorts. He turned around to face them.

"Good, you're here," he said, "This room is where the invention was stolen from. They cut a clean hole through the dome over there."

They saw a large circular hole in the glass.

Kim put on her spectrometer sunglasses and looked around. She saw the footprints going out and away from the house.

"Good, we have a trail to follow," she said, "come on, Ron."

"What about me?" Cornelius said.

"Look, you're just too young!" she said, "I'm sorry, but I can't let you come."

"But I'm the only one who knows how my invention works! I know how to stop it," he said.

"Well," she said, "fine. But only if your parents say yes."

Meanwhile, in 2037...

Wilbur Robinson and Carl were sneaking into the garage.

"Why again do you need to drag me along on your stroll down the timestream?" the robot whined.

"Because," Wilbur explained, "I'll need someone to pilot Time Machine #2 to the future."

"Why can't you just meet up with Cornelius again, then drop him off in his time?" Carl asked.

"Well, if you insist," Wilbur said, grinning, "I have to be at that time anyways for you-know-what.". He was hoping that Carl would blurt that out. He climbed into the time machine, and took off into the air. He punched the date in on the keypad. He sped up, and a bubble formed around the vehicle. Wilburdisappeared from the airspace above the Robinson household, 2037.

The Robinson Household. 2007.

A red hovering vehicle appeared outside the domed roof of the Robinson household. Kim and Ron, upon seeing it stared in disbelief. Cornelius, however, simply smiled a bit, before biting his lip. He recognized his future invention, and realized if it was here, it meant some sort of trouble. The time machine cloaked out of their sight..

"Kim, did you see that thing?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Kim said, "what could it have been?"

"I have no idea," Ron replied. They were interrupted by a ring at the doorbell.

Downstairs, Dr. Krunklehorn-Robinson answered the door. In it she saw an unfamiliar boy. He looked to be a little older than Cornelius. He was slim, with brown eyes and jet black hair, combed forwards and into a point.

"Uh, hi, Mrs. Robinson," he said uncomfortably, "I'm Wilbur, I'm a friend of Cornelius'."

Cornelius, upstairs, immediately recognized the voice. He rushed down the stairs to the front door.

"It's ok, Mom," he said, "he can come in."

She shrugged and walked off. Kim and Ron, following Cornelius, had just arrived downstairs.
"Look, Cornelius," Wilbur said, "we need to talk." He noticed Kim and Ron in the room. "In private," he added.

"Well, this place does have one room that's soundproof," Cornelius said smirking.

Later, in the powder room...

"Who soundproofs a powder room?" Wilbur asked.

"No idea. Anyways, what do you need to tell me? Is the future in trouble again?" Cornelius said anxiously.

"Possibly," Wilbur said, "I just realized something that could be jeopardizing the time stream. When you took Yagoobian back to our future, you forgot one important detail- Time Machine 2 is still somewhere in the present."

Cornelius eyes widened.

"I just had an invention stolen. Could the 2 be related in any way?" Cornelius asked.

"I'm not sure," Wilbur said, "but when I find the second time machine, I'm going to need someone to pilot it back to the future."

"Gotcha," Cornelius said, "so where do we start the search?"

"It'll have to wait," Wilbur said, "from the looks of things here, you've got something else to attend to."

"But if you're around for this, won't the future change?" Cornelius asked.

"Not," Wilbur said, "according to this."

He held up an old newspaper clipping. It was a photo of Cornelius and Kim foiling a villain, with Wilbur in the background.

"No way," Cornelius said.

"Way," Wilbur replied, "well, I think we've kept Mr. and Mrs.- Erm, Kim and Ron waiting long enough. Let's go back out before they start thinking something's wrong."