Disclaimer:MTR belongs to Disney and that Sanderson fellow, voice of BHG.

Chapter 2

Wilbur hummed a low down tone as he tiptoed near the front entrance of the garage. Now what was he up too? Let's watch. He took out a red, shiny, device that resembled a screwdriver with a golden round top and bottom, there were three buttons in the middle of it. The middle was red, the top was green, and the bottom button was silver. He pressed the red button and the orbitblastoray let out a shiny red glow that appeared on the door.

Carl watched in confusion, he could have sworn they were suppose to get ice cream. Not bust through the garage door and get in huge trouble, and he doubted Wilbur wanted another grounding. Of course, technically nothing can beat, being grounded until your dead. He shuddered at the thought, not thinking of it as very much fun of being grounded for so long. Of course Wilbur always seemed to get out of his punishments by one of his notorious schemes. "Uh, Wil, what are you up too?"

"Uh, I'm opening the garage."

"No? Really? I thought you were seeing how much longer you can be grounded." he took out a calculator. "Hm, let's see, add forever with those two weeks and whatever your doing to this door and, gasp.."

"What? What is it?" Wilbur asked, concerned.

"Oh nothing. It's just that your gonna be grounded for the rest of your afterlife! Hello! Have you learned anything from a few weeks ago?" he pounded his head. "Bowler hat guy, time machine, evil hat, your father? No existence! Well, what are you up to this time?!" Carl shook the teen.

"Relax, Carl, I'm just getting my hover board."

"Oh, is that all. Your hover board. Alright then," the robot placed his friend down. "His hover board yes of course.. Hey wait.."

Wilbur was nearing a dark corner of the garage. "Yes?"

"You don't have a hover board."

"I know, I stole it from the detention room."

"Oh of course you stole it. YOU STOLE IT? Oh no, my good boy gone bad. Where did I go wrong? I thought surely watching those Barney and Sesame Street videos with you would lead you to a life of good and servitude, to think the hours I slaved away making you those good boy brownies when your were five.."

"Carl, Carl, I was kidding," Wilbur shook his head at his strange friend as he took the hover-board.

"Oh, I knew that. Say wait. Why did you get detention?"

Wilbur sighed, knowing his robot buddy was about to make a big deal out of this. "It was nothing Carl." he walked past his friend, carrying his hover-board. Why wasn't he flying it? Because I said he wasn't, duh.

"Nothing? Nothing, oh it was something mister, it was something bad. Spill it!"

Wilbur sighed again and left the garage. "Really, it wasn't important just left a toy rat on my teachers rat, big deal."

"Well, why did you do that?"

He shrugged, "She was getting on my case about almost causing the end of the world or something like that."

"Yeah, well you almost did cause the end of the world."

"It was that Bowler Hat Guy! And his friend. Not me."

"Did he leave the garage open?"

"Well no, but.."

"So there you go."

"Carl, you got destroyed by that hat! Why, if I knew where they were, I'd destroyed them." his eyes narrowed in anger.

"Yeah, sure you would..not," Carl chuckled.

"I would! I would stop his evil plot. Try to make me not exist anymore huh? I'll show him! I'll find him right now and when I do. He's gonna get it.." he grinned.

"And how are you gonna find him? Besides, I bet he's changed now. At least that's what your dad said. Said he's changed, since he did change his future. I can't believe he held a grudge over a baseball game."

"Yeah that is pretty pathetic. And he's still evil. I know it! I can fell it. Why, I bet he's up to something evil and malicious right now."

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"One scoop or two?"

"Two, Mr. Yagoobian," said the small boy.

"Here you go," the tall man handed him the ice cream cone."

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Some evil huh? R/R