THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for reading this story...this one had the most views this month! Anyway, I decided last Thursday to play the entire game in one sitting as I would be working overnights that weekend. If you were new to the game, it would probably take longer. Because I had played the game many times, the game took me about 5-6 hours to begin and complete. I'm actually looking forward to playing the whole thing again this Thursday. So anyway, enjoy this chapter! *I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons" or "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles", but I own my OC*
I decided to lead Karena, Don, and Lewis back to my room to meet up with the others before heading to the garage to fix the time machine. After about five games of chargeball against Mikey, I had tried to convince him to come to the garage with us. But every single time, he said that he wanted to play one more game to see if he could win.
"So Lewis is actually from the past?" My thoughts about the timestream were interrupted as Karena asked a question out loud.
"Yep," Lewis answered. "I was building the memory scanner and was about to present it at the science fair when Wilbur showed up. He warned me about some Bowler Hat Guy, but I went on. According to Wilbur, my memory scanner was destroyed by the same guy."
"I was actually trying to convince Lewis that I was a TCTF special agent from this time to show that I was being serious about the second time machine being stolen by the Bowler Hat Guy," I chimed in.
"Second?"
"Wait, TCTF?" Don and Karena respectively asked at the same time.
"I'll answer your question later, Don," I replied. "And Karena, it's the Time Continuum Task Force, which actually doesn't exist. I just made the name up."
"So we made a deal: he would show me the future if I went back to the science fair afterwards. I 'agreed' and he pushed me into the time machine," Lewis explained, air-quoting the word 'agreed.' "But we broke the time machine Wilbur drove, and now I'm stuck here until I can fix it."
"But why you, Lewis?" Leo asked.
"I'm an inventor," Lewis answered. "Or I was an inventor." Keep moving forward, Lewis. Keep moving forward.
"Hey, Mike, wanna challenge?" I asked my orange-masked friend.
"Dude, you've beaten me 7 out of 7 matches!" Mikey exclaimed as I chuckled quietly. "How am I supposed to beat you? You're not even a ninja!"
"On the contrary, I'm a black belt karate kid," I replied, quietly thanking my mom.
"That would do it," Raph chimed in.
"I'll challenge you, Will," Don said, standing up as I cringed at the nickname some classmates gave me. "I'm actually very curious about the game."
"Yes! I finally won!" Mikey shouted. "I'm 1 for 76!"
"And you'd think he's really good at gaming," Raph said, and both Karena and I laughed.
"I'm gonna take Lewis to the garage, if that's okay," Leo said.
"Good idea," I replied. "We'll meet you down there. Use the garage door; the code is banana. If it isn't Uncle Gaston probably changed the garage code to garlic cheese balls." Garlic CHEESE BALLS, Uncle Gaston says.
"Garlic cheese balls?!" Raph exclaimed. "What kind of code is that?"
"Don't ask," I replied while laughing at how Uncle Gaston said it when I beat his challenge earlier.
Raph decided to go with Leo and Lewis to the garage while Karena and Mikey stayed in my room and watched me face off Donatello.
"You put this glove on," I explained to my opponent. "To release a charge, all you do is throw your hand forward like you're throwing a ball. The goal is to remove your opponents blocks and score a goal."
"So it's like soccer?" Don asked.
"Yeah, soccer and dodgeball," I replied. "You got it?"
"I'm ready, Wilbur!"
The bell rang in the chargeball court, signifying that the match had started. Since this was an easy court and it was Donnie's first time, I took it easy on him. It didn't seem to work though as Don had trouble releasing charges. He finally released one when I had three blocks remaining and managed to destroy three of my blocks. I scored a goal and Don looked beat.
"Hey, it's okay," I told Don, who lifted his head up. "Keep moving forward!"
The second round started, and Don did a lot better this time. Don decided to use his ninjitsu moves, which helped me figure out why he had a bo staff on his back, while I just fired charges at his blocks. He did manage to beat me this time when I had one block remaining.
"Much better, Don!" I said with a smile. "Last round."
I decided to include my moves in this round, doing a ton of flips while releasing charges. Both of us were really close in this round. We both had one block left, and we both destroyed our blocks. However, Don aimed his charge at the wall while I aimed mine right at the goal. We both fired, and mine went in first.
"You're really good for a first-timer," I told Don, shaking his hand after a good match. Don bowed after I released his hand. "So, ninjistu, huh? Who trained you?"
The four of us started to go to the garage to meet the other three there.
"Our sensei is a mutant rat named Splinter," Donnie explained. "He used to be a human named Hamato Yoshi from Japan. But he lost his home and family to a man named Oroku Saki, the Shredder, our enemy. Yoshi moved to America, but he encountered a new enemy-the Kraang from another dimension, and he was mutated as we were to our present forms."
"I'm sorry to hear about his family," I replied with solemn. "So you guys are like his sons then, huh?" I typed in the code once we reached the garage and...incorrect code.
"Gah! Uncle Gaston must've changed it!" I'm going to get him for this eventually.
"Yes," Don continued. "And he loves us very much. We live in the sewers, but after fifteen years, we finally made a human friend: April O'Neil."
"You mean your girlfriend?" Mikey asked jokingly. I couldn't help but laugh with Lewis after we entered the garage.
"She's not my girlfriend, Mikey!" The purple-masked turtle exclaimed. "She's a friend, who's a girl."
"Are they actually dating?" Lewis asked.
"Nah," Karena answered, waving her hand. "Don's still trying to woo April back in his world."
Lewis continued to get to work on the time machine while I grabbed a sponge so that I could wash the dirt and grass off the time machine.
"I don't even know what I'm doing," I heard Lewis say.
"Keep moving forward," I replied.
"I mean, this stuff is way too advanced for me."
"Keep moving forward," I said again as I patted my cowlick. The cowlick was natural as it is a Robinson thing, but sometimes it can fall apart if it gets too humid.
"And what if I can't fix it? What are we going to do?"
"Keep moving forward," I said once more, realizing I forgot to brush my teeth this morning. Ah well...I'll live.
"Why do you keep saying that?" Lewis asked. "And don't just say keep moving forward!" I looked down to see his face and his finger pointing at me, and I kicked the 'skateboard' Lewis was laying on back under the machine.
"It's my dad's motto," I answered, and Lewis got out from under the machine again.
"Why would his motto be 'keep moving forward?'"
"It's what he does," I replied, kicking the skateboard again.
"What's that supposed to mean?" This time I didn't kick the board back under again.
"That is an excellent question," I said with a smile. "Come on, let me show you something."
I grabbed Lewis's hand and lead him to a travel tube. We ran toward the front door, but instead of walking out, we landed on a hover elevator that would lead us to the roof. It was the only place in the house where we could see stars or anything far away with a telescope without one of my dad's inventions in the way. I positioned the telescope so that Lewis could see Robinson Industries.
"Come over here," I told the blonde orphan. "I want you to see this." Lewis walked over to the telescope to see the city, and then I spoke again.
"Robinson Industries, the world's leading scientific research and design factory. My dad runs the company. They mass-produce his inventions. His motto: Keep Moving Forward. It's what he does."
"What has he invented?" Lewis asked as he moved the telescope to the sign, and after a few seconds stepped away.
"Everything! Carl, the time machine, the travel tubes-" I was interrupted while looking through the telescope.
"Your dad invented the time machine?"
"Yep!" I answered with a snap and a smirk. "Five years ago, Dad wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He wants to build a time machine...so he starts working!"
I lead Lewis back down the elevator back into the house. We then ran back to the garage door and into the garage.
"We're talking plans. We're talking scale models." We then approached a storage case where the results of my dad's very first attempt of the time machine were stored.
"We're talking prototypes!" I gave a snap as the lights to all the time machine prototypes went on.
"That's a prototype?" Lewis asked as he stared at a bolt and as the Turtles walked over to join in on the time machine montage.
"The very first!" I exclaimed, and then frowned. "Or what's left of it."
"Yikes!" Lewis and Leo both exclaimed.
"Yeah, dark day at the Robinson house," I replied, and then continued to walk on with the boys following me, showing them all the storage cases.
"Prototypes 2 and 3: not much better." I continued to point out specific prototypes that were my dad's biggest failures on the time machine: 6, 58, 212, 445, and 952.
"And they all end the same way," I said, now showing the group signs that I had made up for fun: FAILURE, a sad face, and a toilet...a really good drawing of a toilet, and then I grabbed Lewis's shirt.
"But, he DOESN'T. GIVE. UP!" I paused my lesson as I looked at the hat Lewis was wearing and let go of his shirt.
"Dude, I can't take you seriously in that hat." I heard Mikey and Raph snicker at my comment.
"Would either one of you like to grab my hat from my room?" I asked the two Turtles with a stern look on my face. "It looks just like my shirt." Mikey and Raph left the garage while I took the fruit hat off of Lewis's head.
"You gotta love my cousin Tallulah sometimes," I said laughing, and then I noticed someone was missing. "Hey Don, where's Karena at?"
"She went up the travel tube," Leo answered. "She must've been bored or something."
"I wonder if she likes you," Don replied.
"What?!" I asked out loud. "Wait, what do you mean by 'like?'"
"Like you know, a crush."
"Nah," I said, shrugging it off. "That kind of stuff doesn't matter to me right now. Besides, as much as I trust her, she doesn't come from this world. It wouldn't work out very well. It could pollute the timestream, destroy her reality, et cetera."
Mikey and Raph entered the garage with the hat that I was talking about, and I took it from them with thanks. I placed that hat on Lewis head, and I grinned.
"Much better. Let's continue, shall we?" But, rather than lead the way, I pushed Lewis toward the prototype time machine...the one that was completed.
"He keeps working and working until he gets it: the first working time machine." And then I pushed Lewis toward a model of the second time machine.
"Then, he keeps working and working until he gets it again: the second working time machine."
"Kind of small," Lewis said, looking at the small blue model as Don nodded in agreement.
"I'm assuming it's a joke," I replied. "I'm ignoring you for time reasons. This, my friend, is merely a model because unfortunately, time machine number two is in the hands of the Bowler Hat Guy."
I lead the group back to the prototype time machine so that, hopefully, Lewis would gain enough confidence from this story to fix the machine.
"Pretty amazing story, huh?" I asked the blonde inventor.
"Yeah."
"Now, are you ready to start working?"
Lewis got the blueprint ready and studied over it for about five minutes. I kneeled on the ground and watched him work, which I gotta admit was pretty fun to see, considering my dad never let me watch him invent. After about twenty minutes, I got ready to get the time machine going while giving a thumbs up to the Turtles, who did the same thing back to me.
"I think that's it," Lewis said, coming out from under the machine. "I did it!"
"I knew you could!"
I started the machine as Lewis climbed in.
"Nice work, my friend," I said with a smile, which disappeared when I heard something gone wrong. I cringed at the sound as I held on to the steering wheel, and then the time machine slammed back down to the ground...while smoke was released from the inside and covered both of our faces...and our shirts. The lid opened by itself this time as I laid back.
"Well, you know what they say: keep moving-"
"DON'T say it!" Lewis yelled, and it was my turn to have a panic face on. He jumped off the machine, kicked the board, and threw his hat off in anger. I followed after him, worried that he was going to hurt himself in some way, but stopped when I heard a comlink.
"Boys, dinner time!" my mother said.
"Not now, Mom!" I yelled back angrily as I tried to comfort Lewis.
"If you're not up here in five minutes, I'm gonna come down and get you!" my mom warned, and I stopped in my tracks, worried what would happen if she were to see the time machine in this state.
"We'd better get up there," I said, grabbing the hat I had loaned to Lewis, who snapped it out of my hand and placed it on his head. I couldn't help but look with worry.
"I think the technicalities are inside the time machine," Donatello concluded.
"Something tells me you're right, Don," I replied. "But Lewis will fix it...I guarantee it." The five of us followed Lewis up the travel tube and into the bathroom to fix our shirts and wash our faces. Something tells me that dinner was not going to be good tonight...