DORIS RETURNS
Chapter Seven
By doodlegirll
----A/N----
Well, here's chapter seven! It took me a while to think of something to write here, too. Dang cliffies DX They're so hard to pick up from!
Anyway, I was sort of left off on some things in the last chapter with no information, so I guess I have to try and figure out what they are, such as Lucy and the "very helpful invention." So if these aren't them, I'm really really sorry! This is just all I had!
And I couldn't for the life of me remember what the machine that makes things bigger is called, if there even is one. I think the Cupid can make things bigger or smaller, but...I don't know. I haven't played the game in two months exactly, and I don't own it so...yeah. I'm just going to say there's a dial on the Cupid that can reverse the Cupid's main function, 'kay?
Anyway, enough of my ranting! Here's chapter seven of DORIS RETURNS!
----Marc and Doris's Lair----
Wilbur groaned as he heard Lucy click again. Man, that was not only getting annoying, but it terrified him each and every time, too.
"Why did he have to go and use the Cupid to make a spider bigger?!" He asked himself. "Why a bug? It's like he knows I hate bugs or something!"
Lucy clicked again and Wilbur shuddered. Marc was one insane guy to make a trantula - which was a big spider to begin with - the size of an elephant.
Marc had warned Wilbur not to even try and escape, but his primal instincts were telling him to try. After all, Lucy was in a tank...and how would Marc know if he tried?
Lucy clicked and Wilbur bit his lip as he began to wiggle at the straps that held him.
Hm. He thought.
"I hope you're not trying to escape, boy." A voice sounded from no where. "Because that would be a very back thing to do. A very bad thing indeed."
Wilbur looked back towards the door and saw Marc standing in the doorframe, Doris resting lightly on his head.
"Me? Escaping? No." Wilbur said, raising an eyebrow at Marc. "Why would I do something like that?"
Marc walked over to Wilbur and bent down to where he was just inches from Wilbur's face. Doris's light turned red as he did, and Wilbur gulped. "If you think I'm stupid, boy, you are sadly mistaken." He said. "I may not be a genius like your father," Marc spat the word "father" at Wilbur as though it was a sour piece of candy, "but I'm not stupid."
Marc straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, try and escape again and I'll feed you to Lucy." He said. Wilbur gulped again and Marc smiled evilly. He had been right when he had percieved the boy's weakness as bugs. But from the way he kept glancing at Doris, Marc also knew the boy was afraid of the said bowler hat, as if he had had a run in with her before. "Or..." He mused. "I could always let Doris take care of you."
Wilbur's eyes widened. Marc laughed again. "That's what I thought. Now, no more escape plans, got it?" Wilbur nodded and Marc patted his head as though he was a dog or something, slightly messing up Wilbur's cowlick. "Good boy." He said. He turned and walked from the room.
"That guys is insane." Wilbur muttered as he once again began to wiggle in the straps. "Gulible, and insane."
----The Robinson Mansion----
The Robinsons looked at Lewis curiously.
"What helpful invention, Lewis?" Franny asked.
Lewis grinned again. "The Memory Scanner." He said. "Maybe this dude was one of my rivals about something. Maybe he lost a compition or something against me."
The Robinsons nodded.
"The only thing is," Lewis said. "The only compition I've ever entered and won at recently was the science fair. Maybe we can us the Memory Scanner to see if there was someone else there that wasn't happy about me winning. Maybe he's in the background or something."
Cornelius nodded. "I see what you're getting at, Lewis." He said. He turned to his family. "If I remember correctly, Mom, Dad, Franny, and Gaston were there."
Lucille nodded. "I was a judge there, and I often judged other shows before and after the Joyce Williams Middle School Science Fair. Maybe if you can find someone, I can be able to tell you who it was!"
Cornelius nodded. "Thank you, Mom." He said. He turned back to Lewis. "We'd better start scanning if we want to find Wilbur." He said. "As with everything else nowadays, timing is everything here."
Lewis nodded and began to follow Cornelius, Franny, Lucille, Bud, and Gaston down the hall to the lab. Suddenly, just as they were almost to the lab, they heard Tallulah call back, "Wait, everybody! It's Wilbur!"
The Robinsons looked at each other for a split second, then ran back to the couch where Carl still sat. He had what looked like a megaphone coming out of his chest and Wilbur's voice could be heard coming out of it.
"Tallulah? Carl? Are you guys there?!" Wilbur whispered frantically. Multiple clicking sounds could be from behind him, but they pushed that aside and answered Wilbur's question.
"Wilbur!" Cornelius said. "Wilbur, where are you? Are you alright? What happened?"
"Dad? Boy, am I glad I was able to get you!" Wilbur said.
"Wilbur, honey, where are you?" Franny asked.
"I don't know, Mom. All I know is I'm in some phsyco named Marcus O'Brady's "lair" with a Cupid-ized trancula spider named Lucy --" Lucy clicked in the background louder. "--in a tank behind me."
"Marcus O'Brady?" Lewis asked nobody in particular. "I don't think I know him."
"Oh, believe me, you know him." Wilbur said, hearing Lewis. "He's out to get revenge on you by killing me."
"Oh no he's not!" Franny said, obviously enraged. "You tell Mr. O'Brady that if he lays one hand on you, he's in big trouble!"
"Franny, Franny, honey, calm down." Cornelius said. He patted her back, then turned back to the megaphone. "But you're alright now, son?"
"Well, unless you call being strapped to a chair 'not alright' then yes, I'm fine." Wilbur said. "Lewis, I swear on my life if I get out of here, I totally deserve to be grounded."
"We'll talk about that later, son." Cornelius said before Lewis could say anything in retort. "Right now we need to zone in on your watch and track you down."
"Okay." Wilbur said. Suddenly, Lucy's clicking got louder, and the beeping of Doris could be heard, along with angry footsteps. "Uh oh." Wilbur muttered. "I'm in trouble."
"What are you doing, you foolish boy?!" Marc demanded. "I told you not to try any funny business!"
"I wasn't doing anything, honest!" Wilbur said. Marc laughed cruelly.
"I've told you before I'm not stupid, boy. Doris, get the tape. We need to keep this twerp quiet."
"Okay, guys, help, NOW, would be very appreciated!" Wilbur said.
"Wilbur, hold on!" Lewis called. The only answer he and the other Robinsons got was muffled responces from Wilbur, the clicking of Lucy, the beep/click of Doris, and Marc's evil laughter. Then everything went staticky.
"Wilbur? Wilbur?!" Franny asked, growing hysterical. She turned to Cornelius, who hugged her as she began to cry uncontrollably.
"What happened at the end there?" Billie asked. "It just went all fuzzy like a yak's coat!"
Carl put away the megaphone and a strip of paper came from his mouth. "Wilbur's watch has been destroyed, along with the tracking devise." He said, sighing.
"Well, at least we got a few more leads." Art said. "At least we know what the guy's name is, and what he plans on doing with Wilbur."
Cornelius nodded. "And it also proves that Wilbur was right and that Doris really is back." He said.
"It also means we're going to have to work fast!" Franny said, stepping back. "He's going to kill Wilbur if we don't!"
"I remember Marcus O'Brady now!" Bud suddenly spoke up. Everyone turned to him, hope gleaming in their eyes. Bud nodded nostalgically. "Yeah, smart kid. Determined. Means what he says, too."
"Great." Franny said, burying her head in her hands. "Then he really WILL kill Wilbur!"
"He can't kill Wilbur if we find him before he does, Mrs. Robinson." Lewis said. "And we're going to find Wilbur before anything bad can happen to him, I promise."
Franny wiped the tears from her eyes. "Thank you, Lewis."
----END OF CHAPTER SEVEN----
Well, there's my two-cents!
Whose next? If we're still going in the pattern, I think jesterandjane is next...
Night, ya'll!
Robin
