See Chapter 6 for disclaimer. Enjoy!
I was so glad Franny Robinson took my story very well. Plus, it was nice talking like ladies and not too seriously since it was just the two of us in the room and no boys were around. Franny gave me a new set of clothes for me to put on: a violet-colored, black polka-dotted dress with long sleeves and black shoes with a two-inch heel and a bow around the toes. Right now, I was sitting on a chair in the bathroom while Franny was trying to fix my brown hair. However, I wasn't sure if she was going to give me bangs for a cowlick or not.
"So you teach frogs music, huh?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Franny answered. "I taught them everything they know. I also know karate and I know quite a few hairstyles."
"You know karate?" I was surprised. "So you were Wilbur's mentor?"
"He has much to learn yet," Franny replied. "But he is very headstrong and cares deeply for those he loves. I only wish he would stop getting in trouble one of these days."
"He doesn't seem like a troublemaker to me," I replied back. Stop it, Karena! You've only known him for a day! Stop thinking about him like that!
"He gets bad grades, but he's trying to improve on that."
"That's it?" I asked. "He gets in trouble because of bad grades?"
"He also does some stupid things sometimes," Franny replied. "If only you knew him more." She finished my hair and told me to open my eyes. I couldn't help but open my mouth wide open at the person in the mirror. Franny didn't give me a cowlick, but she gave me such beautiful bangs that I can put to the side just above my eyebrows. Also, my hair was pulled up in a ponytail and curled.
"I think he'll like the new you." Franny smiled. "He's a sweet kid, but like I said, he can get into trouble occasionally. I wonder if he just needs somebody to talk to other than Carl." She paused. "What do you think?"
"I love it!" I said, touching my hair. "And who's Carl?"
"My husband created Carl to help around the house," Franny replied. "He cooks the food, he can calculate the odds, and he's like a best friend to Wilbur."
"So Carl's a robot?" I asked.
"Yes, and he's a big help. You'll love him!"
I got up to leave the room with Franny, but I had one other question in mind. "There's something about Wilbur that intrigues me. Has he ever talked to anyone about how he feels?"
"Other than Carl, not really," Franny replied. "Whenever we try to talk to him, he would just say he's fine. You like him, huh?"
"I just met him today, but...I don't know. I feel something that I've never felt before. I'll try talking to him sometime."
"Thank you, Karena." Franny and I walked out of the bathroom and we took a little walk. During the walk, a gold robot, Carl, approached us.
"Dinner's ready, Franny," Carl said, and then turned to me. "Who is this lovely lady?" I couldn't help but giggle; I liked the robot immediately.
"Carl, this is Karena Edwards," Franny introduced. "She's a friend of Wilbur's. Her clothes were looking nasty, but I fixed her up."
"Nice to meet you, Carl," I replied with a smile.
"Likewise to you," Carl said. Franny approached a comlink, and I figured she was paging the boys.
"Boys, dinnertime!"
"Not now, Mom!" Wilbur replied. He must not have been pleased according to his tone.
"If you aren't up here in five minutes, I'm gonna come get you," Franny warned, and she hung up. "He's always like that."
"Impatient?" I asked.
"Well, yeah," Carl replied. "But he's also bossy and quite cocky. So where are you from? Do you go to school with Wilbur?" We started walking toward the dining room.
"I actually just met Wilbur today," I replied, and Franny explained to the gold robot my adventure with the Turtles, whom I'm wondering about how they're doing. We walked in the dining room...as a matter of fact, we were the last ones to walk in. Everyone's mouths were gaped open as we went toward our seats. My seat was next to Wilbur and Art, and even Wilbur's mouth was wide open. I also even ran into the Turtles here.
"Where'd you get the dress?" Mikey asked. "It fits you just right!"
"Nice hair," Raph said gruffly. I shrugged at the tone.
"You look like you're part of the future now," Don commented. "That style is perfect on you!"
"Who did that?" Leo asked. "I wonder how April would think of this place."
"I bet she would love it," I replied, and I approached Wilbur, who smiled.
"My mom did a really good job on you," Wilbur told me. "Your beauty adds to your personality."
"Thanks," I replied, blushing at Wilbur's comment. I took my seat, which was the most comfiest seat I've sat on all day. I looked around, and apparently the Turtles were standing because there weren't enough chairs.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Carl said. "Dinner is served!" All of a sudden, some mini-Carls came out of the robot's chest and served spaghetti to everyone. Everyone was please with the dinner choice...except for two people...
"I want a sloppy joe!" said the puppet, who I'm guessing was Wilbur's great aunt Petunia.
"I thought pizza was the main thing in the future!" Mikey whined...before being smacked by Raphael.
"On Saturdays," Wilbur added with a wink.
"Oh, Billie, can you please pass the gravy?" Lucille asked. Who puts gravy on spaghetti?!
"Coming to ya, big girl!" Billie responded, controlling her mini-sized toy train.
"Reminds me of the time we stayed off civil war on the black moon of Kiward," Art reminisced.
Throughout this whole chaos, I only paid attention to the music that was playing above us. I figured it was Franny's frogs doing the music, and they were really good for being frogs.
"Frogs have more music ability than people, you know," Franny told me.
"Really?" I said in shock. "I didn't know that. No wonder they're so good."
"Like I said, I taught them," Franny beamed with a laugh, and she turned to Lewis. "So, Lewis, are you in Wilbur's class?"
"Yes!" Lewis said.
"No!" Wilbur said at the same time. There was a pause.
"No!" Lewis said.
"Yes!" Wilbur said, again, at the same time. Franny and I were really confused at this point. Then I remembered that Lewis was from the past, so Wilbur kind of had to cover up the story. I was so glad that Wilbur replaced the disturbing fruit hat with a chargeball cap.
"Well, yes and no," Wilbur replied. "Lewis is...an exchange student."
"Uh...yeah," Lewis 'agreed,' confused.
"Where ya from, Lewis?" Gaston asked excitedly.
"Canada?"
"We're in Canada?" I asked the person behind me, but Don only shrugged, taking a bite spaghetti.
"I think you mean North Montana," a red-haired woman with a city-stylized hat, Tallulah, corrected. "It hasn't been called Canada in years."
"Have you heard of Sam Gunderson?" Lucille asked.
"Well, it's a pretty big country," Lewis said, referring to 'Canada.'
"State!" Tallulah corrected. Fifty-one states?!
"I wonder if you're related," Lucille said.
"Maybe if he took his hat off," suggested a man with strange goggles and a helicopter hat that could make him fly, Laszlo. He flew behind Wilbur, who stopped chewing the meatball in his mouth with a frightened look on his face.
"Ooh, good idea!" Lucille said. "Maybe we can see if he has the family cowlick!"
"He can't!" Wilbur exclaimed. "He's got...bad hat hair." I couldn't contain the laugh hidden in my throat.
"Oh, nonsense!" Art exclaimed. "Nobody cares about a North Montana man and his hat hair."
"Let's see the cowlick!" Petunia said excitedly.
"Okay everyone, hold your horses," Franny said. "Lewis, do you mind? I'm afraid this isn't gonna stop otherwise-"
Franny was interrupted when a meatball hit her face. All of a sudden, things started to get smug.
"Surely THAT is not the best you can do," Franny taunted Gaston, who had hit her with the meatball in the first place. He shot another meatball, but his sister deflected it.
"Impressive, little sister," Gaston commented. "Your skills are strong, but not strong enough."
"Your words do not threaten me, brother."
"Then enough words. Now the real battle...begins!"
Gaston fired a total of six meatballs. Franny easily deflected them all; however, Donnie got hit with the second meatball ("OW!"), and one of the frog musicians got bolted from his place all the way to the huge glass window after getting hit by the last meatball.
"Your meatballs are useless against me," Franny proclaimed.
"Then maybe it's time for...SPICY ITALIAN SAUSAGE!" Gaston exclaimed.
He fired the sausage, and Franny deflected it without fear. Unfortunately for Gaston, the sausage hit him fair and square in the face, and he gave up. Everyone applauded for Franny's victory.
"Ah, so your mother trained you!" Mikey said to Wilbur.
"Haha yup," Wilbur replied. "She's a great mentor."
"Is dinner like this every night?" Lewis asked.
"No, yesterday we had meatloaf," Art replied.
I was starting to think the Robinson family loved meat WAY too much, but they made dinner very entertaining...much more entertaining than the family dinners I used to enjoy.
