Hi, guys! Thought I'd update, seeing as I won't be able to for the next couple of days. I'll be busy tomorrow, and I sure as heck will be busy on Wednesday cause I have Choir State Festival, and then I have a preformance that night as well, so I might not update till this weekend. I also desperately need to work on a few of my Pocahontas (Where I specialize) fics, so...yeah. Anyway, enjoy and review!
-Robin
"I'm dead! I am so dead!" Wilbur screeched.
"Wilbur, quiet!" Lewis said. "Do you want to wake the whole city?"
"But it's true!" Wilbur said. "Oh man, I'm dead!"
"Would you stop saying that?" Lewis asked.
"It's true, though! If not by you, then Mom!"
"Look, this is no time to panic!" Lewis said.
"Well, what are we going to do? Just walk into the police station at two AM and say 'someone stole our time machine, used it to go to the future to wreak it, came back to the past, and crashed the dang thing on the landing'?!"
"No!" Lewis said. He thought about for a second. What were he and Wilbur going to do? They sure as heck couldn't report it to the police, Wilbur was right.
Lightning flashed overhead again and thunder rumbled.
"That was awfully close, dude." Wilbur said, referring to the lightning.
"Look, just help me fill this hole! People are bound to nice a big crater in the middle of the park. Help me make sure there aren't any more pieces of the time machine around here and then fill the hole!" Lewis said. Wilbur nodded, but didn't say anything. He was so close to hyperventilating, he decided keeping his mouth shut was a better idea than any.
Wilbur and Lewis quickly replaced the dirt in the crater. They made sure the ruts were filled in as well, and the two set out for home again.
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It was three o'clock when the two snuck back into the house.
"I'm dead. I am so dead." Was all Wilbur could say.
"You're not dead. Remember? I'll know it wasn't your fault that it got stolen." Lewis said. Wilbur just gave him a sideward glance, then went on with his rant.
"I'm so dead."
"Come on." Lewis said. "Let's just get back to bed."
Wilbur nodded and followed Lewis back to Lewis's bedroom. He climbed the small ladder to the top bunk of the bunk beds and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Lewis, on the other hand, couldn't get back to sleep. If it had been Nash who had stolen the time machine, then he must have taken it to the future, then crashed on his way home. Lewis had no idea how he could have moved the huge time machine in the time between Lewis waking up, and he and Wilbur finding the ruts in the ground.
But what did Nash want with his memory scanner? It had already worked and been patented. And it had gotten Lewis the family he had always wanted. So why that one of all the inventions he would have in the future? He decided to ask Wilbur about it, but from the sound of Wilbur muttering in his sleep, he decided it wasn't a good idea to wake him up again in the middle of the night.
Finally, Lewis fell asleep.
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The next morning, Lucille awoke both the boys at nine o'clock with breakfast waiting.
"Quite a storm we had last night." Bud said as he sat down. "That one clap of thunder was enough to make you loose your whiskers!"
Lewis and Wilbur exchanged a glance, then went on eating their pancakes.
"Oh, I know!" Lucille agreed. She looked at Lewis and Wilbur. "You two look tired. Did the storm wake you up?"
"Uh…yeah?" Wilbur said, looking at Lewis, who nodded.
"It did, but we fell asleep again after a couple of minutes." He said. He hated lying to Bud and Lucille, but it was the only way to keep Wilbur's secret safe, though they would find out eventually.
"I just hope it stops raining soon." Lucille said.
"You and me both!" Wilbur said. Lewis knew it was because he was worried about finding the time machine.
"I'm going uptown today." Bud said, looking at the boys. "Do you want to come?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll come, Dad." Lewis said.
"How about you, Wilbur?" Bud asked.
"I've got nothing else to do, so yeah. I'll come, too." Wilbur said.
"Great." Bud said. "I'll be leaving in an hour. I'll let you know when I'm ready to go. Be there, or be square!"
Wilbur gave Lewis a questioning look, and Lewis leaned over to explain what Bud's phrase meant.
"Just be there." He said.
Lewis and Wilbur finished their breakfast, then headed upstairs to Lewis's lab.
"While we're in town, we should see if we can find anything." Lewis said.
"How? The time machine was stolen and crashed in the park!" Wilbur said.
"I know, but Nash and his buddies hang out everywhere around town, though. We're bound to run into them."
"Whatever you say." Wilbur said.
"By the way," Lewis said, remembering his question from the night before. "Why would Nash steal my Memory Scanner of all the inventions I have in the future?"
"There's no way he could have known that the mayor of the town had fallen out of his bubble and lost his memory…" Wilbur said.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. The mayor fell out of his Bubble Car?" Wilbur nodded.
"Luckily, he was landing, and he hit the grass, not cement, and he was only about ten feet in the air. But he lost his memory, and ironically, he had a really important meeting coming up, but he couldn't remember what the issue was about. Because you own the only Memory Scanner out there, his secretary called you. You were scheduled to take the Memory Scanner up there next week after we got back from vacation, but…"
"But now I can't because Nash stole it." He said. Wilbur nodded.
"And another thing is that that's the only invention he knows works so far, if I'm correct." He added. Lewis shrugged and nodded.
"Yeah, pretty much." He admitted.
"Boys!" Lucille called. "I could use some help down here!"
Wilbur and Lewis just shrugged and left to lab.
"What do you need, Mom?" Lewis asked, walking into the kitchen.
"I need some help baking these cookies. Can you guys help?"
"Sure, Lucille." Wilbur answered. "What do you need us to do?"
"You could help me by getting out the baking powder, the sugar, and by not eating the cookie dough." She said, looking at Wilbur, who stopped eating the cookie dough. He hid his hands behind his back innocently and toed at the ground.
Lewis ran around the kitchen, gathering the things Lucille needed. He ran back and forth, while Wilbur simply watched in surprise next to Lucille.
"There you go, Mom." Lewis said.
"Whoa, dude, since when can you move that fast?" Wilbur asked. Lewis shrugged.
"I don't know." He admitted.
"Lewis! Wilbur! I'm ready to go!" Bud called.
"Alright, Dad!" Lewis called.
"You two run along now." Lucille said. "Have fun!"
Wilbur and Lewis walked down the hall towards the front door.
"Ready to go?" Bud asked. Lewis and Wilbur nodded. "Then let's go!"
Bud led the way around a corner towards the garage.
"How are we getting there, by the way?" Wilbur asked Lewis.
"Bike." Lewis answered. "Dad only uses the car when he needs to."
"Oh." Wilbur said.
"OK, Wilbur, you can use my bike. I'll use Lucille's." Bud said. He wheeled a silver bike from the corner.
"Is that Grandpa's bike?" Wilbur asked Lewis, who shook his head.
"No, that's Mom's." Lewis said. "That's Dad's."
Lewis pointed to a bike in the corner. Wilbur looked at Lewis to see if he was kidding, but Lewis's face was completely serious, something Wilbur wasn't thrilled to see.
"You're kidding me, right?" He asked. Lewis shook his head.
"No, I'm serious."
"Great." Wilbur muttered.
Bud's bike was painted blue, put it had a basket on the front, a flag in the back, and streamers on the handlebars. Wilbur had always known his grandpa was different, but he was hadn't known that he had ridden a bike with a basket, a back flag, and streamers on the handlebars.
Thank goodness I know no one, no one knows me, and Grandpa gets rid of this bike in a garage sale! He thought as he climbed onto the bike.
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Wilbur peddled hard up the hill after Lewis and Bud. They seemed to be experts, but Wilbur, well, he wasn't, especially since the seat on Bud's bike was too low, making his legs ache.
"How you doing back there, Wilbur?" Bud called.
"Just fine, Mr. Robinson." Wilbur panted. "Just fine."
Lewis glanced over his shoulder at Wilbur. He was obviously lying. Wilbur was too tall for Bud's bike, and Lewis could just imagine him silently thanking that no one knew him in 2007.
"Hey, Dad," He called to Bud. "Me and Wilbur are going to take a break for a minute. We'll catch up."
"Alright! I'll be up at the novelty store!" Bud called back.
Wilbur climbed off the bike and wheeled it beside him.
"I owe you one." He said.
"Hey, I know what it's like." Lewis said. "My bike had a flat tire a couple months ago, and that was the only bike I could ride."
"It's torture! Thank goodness I don't know anyone!"
"How did I know you were going to say that?" Lewis asked.
Wilbur shrugged. "You're my dad. You know me."
"Hm…" Lewis said as he climbed the hill with Wilbur.
"Hey, Nerd Boy!" Lewis and Wilbur heard a very familiar voice call out.
"Nash." They said together, and turned to find Lewis's mortal enemy marching towards them.
"What now, Nash?" Lewis asked.
"I want a rematch!" Nash said.
"Are you willing to get beat again?" Wilbur asked, and Lewis groaned. He wished Wilbur had just kept his mouth shut, but he knew that that just wasn't Wilbur.
Oh man. This isn't going to end well. Wilbur, I'll get you back for this if we play and lose! Lewis thought.
Nash laughed. "What makes you think you'll win this time, loser?"
Lewis expected Wilbur to lose his cool, but instead, Wilbur just crossed his arms over his chest.
"Hey, we beat you once, and we'll beat you again."
"Fine then! Tomorrow morning at nine. Be there!" Nash said.
"Fine." Wilbur said back, and Nash turned to leave.
"Wilbur, are you crazy?" Lewis asked as the two began the descent up the hill. "Do you have any idea what Nash is going to do? He's going to go all around town, looking for everyone that's bigger and stronger than us to play on his team! And guess who's on our team? Me and you. That's it."
"Look, we beat him once and we can do it again."
"Not without other players we can't!" Lewis said.
"Hey, we'll just go around and find some of your other friends…" Wilbur said.
"What other friends?" Lewis asked. "You, Franny, and Goob are the only friends I have!"
"Then we'll get Mom on our team!" Wilbur concluded.
"Franny? She's away for a week in Baltimore, not to mention she's too busy trying to get Frankie to sing to come out and do anything." Lewis said.
"Then…" Wilbur started, but he couldn't think of anything else. "OK, we're toast."
"So what are we going to do?" Lewis asked.
"That is an excellent question." Wilbur said. "I just…don't know the answer to it yet."
They had reached the top of the hill by then.
"Come on. Dad said he'd be at the novelty store." Lewis said, climbing back on his bike. Wilbur glanced down at Bud's bike.
"I think I'll walk, thanks." He said. Lewis shrugged.
"Whatever." He said.
Wilbur followed him to a store with a bright yellow sign on the lintel of the door that read Freddie's Funnies: Novelties, Party favors, and everything else but the kitchen sink!
"What does Grandpa buy here?" Wilbur asked.
"Silly String." Lewis answered.
"For what?"
"Dad makes Silly String sculptures in his spare time sometimes."
"Oh."
The two went inside and searched out Bud. They found him in the 'Party Fun' aisle.
"Hey, boys, blue or neon green?" He asked.
"Blue." Lewis answered.
"Green." Wilbur said.
"OK, then, I'll get both!" Bud said. "Help me carry these up to the front."
Lewis and Wilbur both carried at least ten cans each to the front of the store, where Bud paid and the three left.
"How are we supposed to get these back to your house?" Wilbur asked.
"I have no clue." Lewis answered, and it was the truth.
"Just put what you can in the basket up front there." Bud said, pointing to his bike. Lewis heard Wilbur groan behind him, and he grinned. Wilbur might not have found it funny, but he sure did.
Wilbur and Lewis were able to fit half of their loads into the basket at the front of Bud's bike, and Lewis was able to store the rest of it in his bag that he carried his notebook in.
"Is that all?" Lewis asked Bud, who nodded.
"Yep! All I needed!" He said. "Come on, let's get back home."
"Fine with me." Lewis said.
The three started for the hill again. They climbed on and began the ride down.
Wilbur found himself suddenly going faster than Bud and Lewis. He squeezed the handle breaks, but they didn't do anything.
Uh oh. This can't be good. He thought.
"Wilbur!" He heard Lewis scream. "Look out!"
It was then that Wilbur saw the car at the end of the hill. It was going pretty fast, and Wilbur was sure it was going above the speed limit…and it was headed straight for him.
Hey, guys, I had this really cool idea for another MTR fic that I'll start and work on this summer. What do you think of this?
Déjà vu- You know how you get that feeling that you've been somewhere, done something, or seen someone/thing/place before? And do you ever feel like you're reliving something? That's the feeling Wilbur's been having for the past three days. Why does he keep reliving the worst day of his life?
Well? I need to know if you guys think this has potential...review, please!
