This has been updated again. It took me longer to come up with an idea for a chapter than I thought it would. But fortunately I have an idea for the next chapter already so it probably won't take as long to get up. Anyway, enough with this, I know the authors notes in this story are usually short but I don't have much to say and I don't want to add filler just because I feel like it. You can read this chapter now.


On an average day in Elmore the Mr. Robinson was reading a book in his living room.

"Ah… Nothing quite like a Saturday morning." Mr. Robinson commented to himself.

Mrs. Robinson walked into the room.

"Meh meh." Mrs. Robinson said to her husband.

"What's that Margret?" Mr. Robinson asked.

"Meh meh." Mrs. Robinson repeated.

"Right, have fun at the store." Mr. Robinson told his wife. "I'll miss you."

Mrs. Robinson nodded and exited the room.

"Ah, that's one less distraction." Mr. Robinson sighed, returning his focus to the book. "Now, should I skip straight to chapter one or read the introduction?"

Before he was able to find what he was looking for a loud mechanical noise was heard outside.

"What is making that infernal racket!" Mr. Robinson exclaimed.

Mr. Robinson left his house and saw that his next door neighbour Richard Watterson was mowing his lawn.

"Watterson!" Mr. Robinson exclaimed.

"Oh, hello." Richard greeted, stopping is mowing.

"Do you have any idea how loud that machine of yours is?" Mr. Robinson irritably asked.

"Actually I don't on account of these earplugs." Richard replied. "Nicole bought them for me 'cause my ears kept ringing every time I finished mowing the lawn."

"Have you ever considered investing in a push mower?" Mr. Robinson questioned.

"Now that you mention it. No." Richard responded.

"I'm trying to read a book right now." Mr. Robinson explained. "Would you happen to have a second set of earplugs?"

"Dunno. You can check the house though." Richard told him.

Richard resumed mowing his lawn. Mr. Robinson mumbled something to himself before approaching the front door to the Watterson residence. He knocked on the door.

"Open up! I need to borrow some earplugs." Mr. Robinson demanded.

The door swung open to reveal Anais on the other side.

"Oh, hi Mr. Robinson." Anais greeted. "Why are you here?"

"You wouldn't happen to have any earplugs by chance?" Mr. Robinson asked.

"I don't know." Anais replied. "You might have to look around."

"Your brothers aren't here, right?" Mr. Robinson asked. "I've noticed they seem to get a little… Crazy, around me."

"I don't think so." Anais responded.

"Good." Mr. Robinson said as he stepped inside.

Mr. Robinson wandered around the house until he accidentally bumped into Nicole.

"Watch where you-" Mr. Robinson began before taking a politer tone. "Oh, Mrs. Watterson. What a pleasant surprise. Do you have any earplugs?"

"What are you doing in my house?" Nicole asked.

"I just said I wanted earplugs. Isn't that enough of a reason?" Mr. Robinson replied.

"If it gets you to leave my house I'll give you my earplugs." Nicole told him. "But please give them back. Richard snores. A lot."

"It's a deal." Mr. Robinson said. "Oh, and please consider buying a push lawnmower."

Later, Mr. Robinson was back in his house, reading his book while wearing his newly acquired earplugs.

"Now this is more like it." Mr. Robinson remarked. "I can sit back and relax with nothing distracting-"

He was abruptly cut off by someone knocking on the door.

"Gah! Confound these useless earplugs!" Mr. Robinson exclaimed.

He stood up from the chair and went over to his front door. Mr. Robinson opened it to reveal Mr. Small on the other side.

"This had better be good!" Mr. Robinson angrily told Mr. Small. "I'm trying to relax without riff-raff like you ruining it for me."

"I… Uh, I…" Mr. Small stuttered.

"Get on with it." Mr. Robinson said.

"Heh, I was wondering if you'd like to make a donation." Mr. Small explained.

"A donation to what?" Mr. Robinson asked.

"Well I'm glad you asked." Mr. Small replied. "All the money made here will go to helping endangered species'."

"Hmm…" Mr. Robinson contemplated. "No interested."

Mr. Robinson slammed the door in Mr. Small's face.

"Stupid hippie…" Mr. Robinson grumbled as he went back to his chair.

Before he was able to get back to his seat, the doorbell rang again.

"Gosh darn it!" Mr. Robinson exclaimed as he turned around and went beck to the door.

He opened up the door once again.

"I said leave me alone!" Mr. Robinson exclaimed before looking up and seeing that the person who was at the door was Tina. "Oh… Hello… What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see if anyone wanted to play ball with me." Tina explained. "My friend Jamie's busy and I stepped on Anton on the way here."

"Uh… Look, young lady. I am very busy I do not need to play catch with a large reptile right now." Mr. Robinson told her. "Please go away… Wait, how did you ring my doorbell?"

"I used my toes." Tina explained. "It was very hard. Will you please play ball for me?"

"Do I look like I'm young enough to be playing catch?" Mr. Robinson replied.

"Uh… I can't really tell." Tina admitted. "You're a little too far below me for me to see."

"Well trust me, I'm too old for that." Mr. Robinson told her now. "Now scram! Uh… At your own time, please. Have a nice day."

Mr. Robinson closed the door.

"All right, that'd better be the last of them." Mr. Robinson said to himself.

Just then, another knock on the door was heard.

"Ugh! Can't a man get any peace and quiet!" Mr. Robinson exclaimed.

He kicked the wall in anger before retracting it in pain and jumping around in an attempt to make it stop.

"Stupid wall. Why is it so hard?" Mr. Robinson wondered.

The knocking on the door continued.

"All right, fine. I'll get the door." Mr. Robinson grumbled to himself as he opened up the front door.

On the other side of the door stood Penny and Molly.

"Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?" Penny asked.

"No." Mr. Robinson bluntly told them as he began to shut the door.

Molly stuck her foot in the door as it closed, keeping it open.

"Please buy something." Molly pleaded. "We've barely sold anything."

"Hmmph, fine." Mr. Robinson replied, opening the door. "What flavours are you selling?"

"Peanut butter chocolate, mint chocolate, and just regular chocolate." Penny answered.

"Just give me the mint ones and get out of here." Mr. Robinson told them.

"Ooh, you like the mint ones." Molly remarked. "So do I. In fact, one time I ate a whole box of them on my own and I thought I was gonna get in trouble for it but I didn't. True story."

"Fascinating." Mr. Robinson sarcastically grumbled. "Just hand over my cookies."

Penny gave Mr. Robinson a box of cookies and he gave her a ten dollar bill in exchange.

"Would you like to buy anything else?" Molly asked.

"What do you think?" Mr. Robinson replied.

"Yes?" Molly guessed.

Mr. Robinson simply glared at her.

"Heh… Let's try the next house." Penny told her friend as she led Molly away from Mr. Robinson's porch.

"Good riddance." Mr. Robinson mumbled as he closed the door.

He returned to his chair and sat down with his book.

"Now I can finally do some reading." Mr. Robinson remarked as he picked up his book. "Ahem, chapter one-"

Mr. Robinson was once again cut off by the sound of something loud outside. He went up to one of the windows and stuck his head outside to see Richard nailing something to his roof.

"Gah! Stupid ineffective earplugs!" Mr. Robinson exclaimed as he took out his earplugs and threw them down to the ground.

"Oh, hello Mr. Robinson." Richard greeted.

"Watterson, what are you doing now?" Mr. Robinson asked.

"Well, Gumball told me there was a hole in the roof." Richard explained. "He also told me it had nothing to do with him and Darwin trying to build a rocket."

"Stupid kids…" Mr. Robinson mumbled before looking back up at Richard. "Oh, Watterson, tell your wife that her earplugs don't work!"

"Nicole has earplugs? I didn't know that." Richard remarked. "Wonder why."

"I can't possibly imagine." Mr. Robinson sarcastically mumbled.

"What was that?" Richard asked. "I couldn't hear you."

"It's not important." Mr. Robinson told now. "Keep fixing your roof. But please do it quietly."

Mr. Robinson closed his window and sat down again.

"All right, let's get back to work." Mr. Robinson grumbled to himself. "Hmm… How long until Margret gets back again?"

He looked back down at his book for a few moments before another knock at his door was heard.

"Confound it! What did I ever do to deserve this!" Mr. Robinson exclaimed before pausing to think for a few seconds. "Oh yeah… There was that."

Mr. Robinson sighed and walked up to the door before opening it. On the other side of the door stood Anais.

"Oh, it's you again." Mr. Robinson remarked. "What do you want?"

"My brothers built a model rocket that they immediately lost." Anais explained. "You seen it?"

"I've been inside most of the day." Mr. Robinson replied. "And why aren't they asking me?"

"I remembered what you said about them annoying you so I came over before they did." Anais explained.

"Oh, that's very nice of you." Mr. Robinson thanked.

"So did you see a rocket?" Anais asked.

"I'll have to check." Mr. Robinson told her.

Mr. Robinson led Anais out to the backyard.

"So what does this rocket look like?" Mr. Robinson asked

"I don't know." Anais admitted. "I just heard something crash on the roof, then I heard another crash, and then Gumball and Darwin ran over to me screaming about a rocket."

"Ugh, I should've moved out of this neighbourhood when I had the chance." Mr. Robinson grumbled to himself. "I hear Florida's great this time of year."

"Just help me find the rocket." Anais said.

"Hmmph, fine." Mr. Robinson replied.

Mr. Robinson went over to a flower bed in his backyard and began sifting through the dirt.

"Don't tell your brothers I helped with this." Mr. Robinson instructed Anais. "I wouldn't want them going all crazy over me again."

"Got it." Anais replied.

Mr. Robinson felt around in the dirt.

"Ugh… I'm ruining my good clothes…" Mr. Robinson mumbled to himself.

After a few moments Mr. Robinson felt his hand on something.

"Aha! I got it!" Mr. Robinson cheered.

He pulled a small squirrel out of the bush.

"Gah!" Mr. Robinson exclaimed as he let go of the squirrel.

The squirrel scampered off.

"Are you okay?" Anais asked.

"I'm fine…" Mr. Robinson grumpily replied. "This rocket had better be back here."

He felt around some more until hi s hand reached something.

"Aha! Now I got it!" Mr. Robinson cheered.

He pulled a shoe that had plenty of holes in it up from the dirt.

"Who's shoe is that?" Anais asked.

"I have no idea…" Mr. Robinson admitted before throwing the shoe behind him. "Let's keep it that way."

He reached in to the dirt again and dug around.

"All right, I found something." Mr. Robinson stated. "This had better be it."

Mr. Robinson pulled a toy model rocket out from the garden.

"Yep, that's it." Anais told him as she took the rocket from him. "Thanks."

"No problem. Now get off my property." Mr. Robinson told her.

Anais nodded before quickly dashing off.

Mr. Robinson entered his house again and sat down with his book.

"Now I can finally get back to what I started." Mr. Robinson remarked.

Before he could begin reading again he heard the front door open and Mrs. Robinson entered the room.

"Oh… You're back, Margret." Mr. Robinson greeted his wife. "How was the store?"

"Meh meh." Mrs. Robinson replied.

"Well that's too bad." Mr. Robinson commented. "Could you excuse me for a moment. I just need to finish reading this first chapter."

"Meh meh meh." Mrs. Robinson told him.

"What do you mean it's my turn to make dinner?" Mr. Robinson asked. "I made it last night."

"Meh meh. Meh." Mrs. Robinson explained.

"Of course, I forgot about that." Mr. Robinson replied before sighing. "All right Margret… I guess I'll just read tomorrow."

Mr. Robinson rose from his chair and began moving towards the kitchen.

"Oh, Margret, remind me to buy some heavy duty earplugs next time I get a chance." Mr. Robinson told his wife. "It turns out they are very handy."


And that was the chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. As I said before, I already have an idea for the story in the next chapter so hopefully it will be up relatively soon. Let me know what you think of this chapter even if you didn't like it. It's always good for constructive criticism. Thanks for reading.