A/N: I only own Allison and all of the other OCs.

Lewis 3 Party!

"Hey, Goob?" I asked into the phone.

"What is it, Lew?" he asked.

I sighed, figuring Lew was just as bad as Goob. "Could you come to my house? We're kinda having a party!"

"Sure, Chief, I'll be right there!" he told me, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Okay, thanks, Goob!" I told him, before I hung up.


Half an hour later, Goob showed up.

Michael "Goob" Yagoobian only came up to my shoulder, and had faint purplish blue bags under his brown eyes due to the times he used to share a room with me at the orphanage. (I had a tenancy to stay up all night working on projects, and the noise would keep him up.) He wore a white and green baseball uniform, and he had a cap over his dark brown hair.

"Hey, Goob!" I told him, smiling. After I woke him up in time for him to catch the winning ball in his baseball game, we have been close friends. Actually, he was my closest male friend. (Wilbur doesn't really count because he's not from this time, and is my future son.)

"Hi, Chief!" he smiled, waving.

"So, have you been getting more sleep lately?" I asked. I still felt kind of bad for keeping him up all night when we shared a room, and if I didn't wake him up during his game, he would of grown up to completely despise me.

"Yes, I have. Actually, since school ended, I have been sleeping in!" he told me happily.

"Good!" I smiled, glad that something went right for him. Then I took his hand, and started to lead him up the stairs. "Come on, I want you to meet someone!"

"Okay." he shrugged, as he followed me up the stairs. We went into my invention room, and saw Wilbur and Allison kissing in the corner.

"O…kay?" Good slightly cocking his head.

I slapped my forehead, and groaned. "Wilbur Cornelius Robinson, please stop kissing your sister!" I told him, knowing that he'll be angry enough to pull away from her.

Wilbur pulled away from Allison, and glared at me. "For the last time, she is not my sister!" then he noticed Goob. "Who's that?"

"Michael Yagoobian, but everyone call me Goob." he smiled, and walked over to them, holding out his hand.

"Hiya, I'm Allison!" she told him, as she shook his hand. Wilbur just stared at him, his mouth gaping, and he quickly closed it.

"And you would be…?" Goob's voice trailed off, as he held his hand out towards Wilbur.

"Wilbur Robinson." he told him, as he hesitantly shook his hand.

"Hey, you have the last name as Lewis does!" Goob pointed out.

"Ah…he's…my…cousin!" I lied to him, thinking quickly.

"Okay." he shrugged, excepting it as the truth. Then he looked at Allison. "But why did he call you his sister?"

"Wilbur's family adopted me," she explained.

"Ah, okay. I was also adopted." Goob smiled.

"Lewis! Taylor is here!" Franny called up the stairs, as she rushed up them. She bounded into the room, and threw her arms around me. I rolled my eyes, as Taylor entered the room.

Taylor's chocolate brown hair covered her forehead, and went past her ears. Her brown eyes had an impish glint in them, as she looked at Franny and I. She wore a grey t-shirt, blue jeans, and bright yellow shoes. She was a little taller than I was, and a little older. She had naturally flushed cheeks that stayed pink no matter if she was blushing or not.

"So, why am I here again?" Taylor asked, as Franny pulled away from me.

"Yesterday was Wilbur's birthday, so we're having a party!" Franny explained happily, as she smiled.

Taylor shrugged. "Okay, whatever."

"Alan is here!" Gaston yelled up the stairs.

"Okay, thanks for the warning!" I shouted back, sighed. Alan…the touchy one…Gre-at…

"What's wrong?" Wilbur asked, noticing my expression.

"Nothing, it's just that Alan is a little…strange…" my voice trailed of, and Wilbur snorted. "Like my family isn't?"

"He's very touchy…" Taylor muttered in a voice of doom, practically seething.

"O-kay…" Wilbur took a step away from her. I smirked, rolling my eyes.

"Come on, Wilbur, it's your party! Let's go meet one of the guests!" Allison suggested, as she took his hand, and led him downstairs.

Wilbur Pov


After my girlfriend dragged me downstairs, I saw a young teenager standing in the doorway. He was a few years older than me, and also a few inches taller. He had shoulder length brown hair, and his crystal blue eyes looked around the Robinson house with amazement.

"Alan, this is Wilbur and Allison!" Gaston informed him, as he pointed to each of us. Alan stopped looking around, and smiled impishly at us. "Hi!" he told me, before he embraced me in a hug. Then he did the same to Allison, who stayed still due to shock.

"Um…hello?" her confused voice made the words a question.

"Hi!" he told her, smiling. I narrowed my eyes at him, and crossed my arms. Alan noticed the look, and gave me a slightly apologetic, mostly mischievous look. "Sorry, I guess you two are together?"

"Yeah, we are!" I nodded, still glaring at him.

"Okay, okay!" Alan chuckled.

"Are the hugs over?" Taylor asked, as she hesitantly walked down the stairs.

"Yes, they are. Don't worry!" Gaston reinsured her.

"Good, because if he hugs me one more time…he's no longer going to be male!" Taylor warned, and Allison snickered.

Just then, the front door opened, and Arthur and another girl walked inside. The girl had her red tinted brown hair in a pixie cut, and she had unusually wide, silvery blue eyes. She was about a head shorter than I was, and probably about my age.

"Arthur, Lewis told us to invite one of our friends, not Franny's!" Gaston pointed out.

"I know, but all of my friends are busy!" Art informed him, getting a little defensive.

"Okay, whatever…" Gaston rolled his brown eyes, giving up the process of arguing.

"Hi, I'm Julie!" the girl bounded over to Allison, holding out her hand. Allison smirked, and shook her hand. "Allison."

"I'm Wilbur," I told her, slightly smirking.

"Hey, J!" Taylor smiled, and half waved.

"Jewl's down there?" Franny asked, as she excitedly ran down the stairs. When she saw Julie, she threw her arms around her.


After we all got acquainted, Carl decided to make some lunch, and Lewis went back to his invention. Allison watched him curiously, probably taking mental notes. Gaston, Art, and Alan were discussing one of their teachers they had before school ended, and Franny was running her mouth about her frogs to Taylor and Julie. (Julie actually looked interested, while Taylor looked slightly bored.) That left me one person to talk to at my own party.

I sighed, and walked over to Goob, who was watching Lewis with some interest as he drank from a juice bottle.

"Hey, Goob." I gave a half hearted wave, and he turned to face me. "What is it, Wilbur?" he asked, searching my face as he took a drink.

"I was just wondering, how long have you known Lewis?" I asked, even though that wasn't really the question I wanted to ask him.

"For about nine years!" Goob informed me, as he gave a crooked smile.

"Nine years?" I asked, shocked. Lewis nodded. "Ever since we were three!""What happened when you were three?" I asked, confused. I mean, don't people normally stay in the same room together in orphanages unless there was a problem?

"When I was three, my parents died in a car crash," Goob explained, but unlike most orphanages, I didn't hear a hint of sorrow in his voice.

"Okay." I stared at him for a few seconds, before I asked, "So, have you gotten adopted yet?"

"Wilbur! That's not something you openly ask the person the first day you meet them!" Franny hissed, narrowing her eyes.

Oh, crap… now she was acting like my mother! Really, you give a girl a little information, and she uses it against you!

"Oh, it's okay Franny! I really don't mind!" Goob reinsured her happily. Then he answered, "I got a adopted a little after Lewis did."

"Ah, okay." I shot Franny a sarcastic look, and she raised an eyebrow.

Wait…the bowler hat guy never got adopted, that meant… I turned to look at Lewis, who was smiling proudly. I would have to ask later what he had done to change the future.

When I was about to pull him aside and ask, Carl walked up the stairs. "Lunch is ready!"

"Great timing, Carl!" Lewis told him, as he held up his improved PB and J maker.

Goob stared at it, shrugged, then took another sip of his juice.

Goob's Pov


After we finished our lunch, which was cheese pizza, we had to become guinea pigs for Lewis's improved invention.

Well, the toaster part worked, and we all caught the bread. (Wilbur caught it very easily, though. It was a little strange, because his hand just shot into the air. Okay, I would have to ask him how the heck he did that.)

"Okay, first of all, is anyone allergic to Peanut butter or raspberry jelly?" Lewis asked, as he got to his feet.

We all shook our heads, and he smiled. "Good, now that we got that over with, what's the one problem you have with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?" he asked, before he went off into the portion control speech.

I sighed. I used to watch him practice the speech in the mirror, so I already had it memorized. I took a drink out of my juice bottle, and waited for him to finish.

When he was done, he pressed a button, and held the nozzles over his piece of toast. When he did, the peanut butter and jelly came out of the spinning nozzles. I watched with some interest, half waiting for it to clog up, but it didn't.

When he finished, he stared at it, surprised that it actually worked. Lewis stared at his piece of toast, and everyone started clapping, looking proud and impressed, especially Lucille, Bud, Franny, Wilbur, and Allison.