Well, here's another fast update! This story is finally bringing itself together, and I can't wait for you guys to read the rest of this!

Sadly, the next chapter will most likely be the last one. I've had a ton of fun writing this story, from coming up with the plot for the story itself to thinking random things while typing, to discussing it with Kathy, Sophie (though she didn't see the movie, but knows the ending. Hey, she wanted to know it so me and Nisan gave it to her!), Nisan, and my friend across the street Mandy also. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I did, and I hope that every once in a while when you're in need of a good laugh or a story to read, you'll come back to it and read it all over again.

But it's not done yet! Here's the next chapter! Don't forget to review!

-Robin

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Wilbur, meanwhile, was being dragged into a warehouse somewhere on the other side of town by the older Nash.

"Come on!" Older Nash said impatiently. His younger self shoved Wilbur from behind to make him move faster.

"We don't have all day!" He said.

Wilbur's eyes widened as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the warehouse. There, right in front of him, was the other time machine.

"You stole both time machines?!" He demanded of the two Nashes.

Neither of the Nashes responded. Older Nash dragged him by his arm to the time machine.

"Get in." He commanded and Wilbur did as he was told. Older Nash then tied him to the seat.

"This is really getting old." Wilbur grumbled as Older Nash finished with the knots.

"Nash," Older Nash said to his younger self. "Would you mind doing me a huge favor?"

"Sure thing, Nasher." Nash said. "What is it?"

"Empty the gas tank to only a quarter full." Nasher said.

"No problem." Nash said, disappearing from Wilbur's sight around the side of the time machine. He heard him open the gas tank and take the tube that held the time machine's gas supply out and begin to empty it into a bucket.

"Nasher?" Wilbur asked, looking at the older Nash.

"It's so there's no confusion." Nasher said, obviously not wanting to get into the subject.

"Why did you steal the time machines?" Wilbur demanded.

"Ah, now that is a long story." Nasher said, leaning up against the side of the time machine. "Let me enlighten you…"

Flashback

"When your dad beat me at that dodgeball game, it made the rest of my life spiral out of control. After word got out that I had lost to a science geek, I lost my reputation as the unbeatable Nash Sinclair, the boy who was great at every sport and could not be beaten.

That dodgeball game ruined everything. My life became a living nightmare after that. Dad declared we were moving after school was let out three weeks after the dodgeball game, and where we moved, I was never able to make the team for any sport. Not even the swim team.

Not long after that, my parents sent me to boarding school. It wouldn't have been all that bad if I could have made one of the sports teams there, but thanks to your father beating me I couldn't."

"Dude, you are no better than Bowler Hat Guy!" Wilbur said. "You shouldn't let sports rule or ruin your life!"

"Shut up." Nasher said. "I'm not done."

"So after I was through with high school and college, I moved back here, only to find that everything I had once known had changed. I learned that your father had started a business after graduating high school at age fourteen.

I eventually got a job as a baseball coach for a school just outside of town. I heard what you said to Lewis back there, and you're right. I did laugh when you kept striking out. It was obvious to that you weren't meant to play baseball."

"Tell that to my mom." Wilbur said. Nasher gave him a glare and he shut up again. Nasher went on.

"Anyway, I was in town eight days ago when Nash showed up. He seemed lost as he wandered around town, and it wasn't until I saw his face did I realize it was my younger self.

Nash told me what had happened, how he had followed you and Lewis after the dodgeball game and found the time machine."

"And you broke into our house and stole my dad's Memory Scanner, notebook, and both time machines." Wilbur said, narrowing his eyes. Nasher nodded.

"That's right." He said and continued on with his story.

"On the way back to the past, Nash drove the prototype time machine and I drove this one here. We had no idea it was stormy when we came back, and Nash crashed the time machine he was driving. We both knew someone was bound to have heard it, so we used the Lev-pen in the glove box to move it to the storage shed."

Everything began to come together in Wilbur's mind.

"So that's why it wasn't there when me and Lewis showed up!" He said.

"That's right." Nasher said. "I've been staying in a hotel since I got here, and as you know, I've been watching you, too, waiting for the chance to act."

"And what's your plan?" Wilbur asked, almost afraid to ask. Nash walked around the time machine with the fuel tube. Wilbur could see he had emptied the tube to about a quarter of a tank, and he wondered what the Nashes were planning to do.

"Is that empty enough?" Nash asked. Nasher shook his head.

"No. Here, let me do it. Bring me the bucket." He said and Nash dragged the bucket of time machine fuel over to his future self. Nasher then proceeded to pour two-thirds of what was left in the fuel tube into the bucket. Nasher handed it back to Nash.

"That's enough." He said. Wilbur's eyes widened as he realized what Nasher's revenge plan was.

Nasher walked back over to Wilbur, who glared at him.

"My plan," He said. "Is this."

Nasher pointed to the year pin on the time machine's time pad. On it read:

Year: 66 Million B.C.

"Wait a minute…" Wilbur said to himself. "66 million years ago was during the early Cretaceous period!"

"Now you're getting it, boy." Nasher said. "I'm sending you back in time to around the time when a deadly volcano is supposed to erupt. I've drained your fuel tube to just enough fuel to get you there, but not enough to get you back."

"What!" Wilbur yelped. "But that means…"

"That's right." Nasher said, laughing. "You'll be stuck in the past, like you have been for the past eight days, but this time, there'll be no way for you to get back."

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With a flash of light, the time machine zoomed through the time stream, and before Lewis even had time to blink, he was back in the colorful world of 2037.

"It worked!" He said as he maneuvered the time machine in and out of bubble traffic, making sure he didn't hit anyone. He carefully flew over and in between the familiar futuristic buildings of Todayland as he headed across the river to the Robinson Mansion.

"I hope they're home!" He said as he landed the time machine in the front yard. He released the hatch and jumped out, running towards the front door.

He ran up the front steps and was about to bang on the front door when Spike and Dimitri popped out of their pots.

"Ring my doorbell!" Spike said.

"No, ring my doorbell!" Dimitri said.

"What's so great about your doorbell?"

"Well, my doorbell –"

"I'm not ringing either one of your doorbells!" Lewis said, annoyed. "This is an emergency!" He turned from the two bickering cousins and banged loud on the door.

"Franny, Cornelius, Billie, Laszlo, Art, Petunia, somebody!" Lewis called. He stopped when the door was opened, revealing Franny.

"Lewis?!" She said. "Wha-what's going on?"

"No time to explain." Lewis said between huffs of breath. "Where's Cornelius?"

"He's in his lab. Why, Lewis, what's going on?" Franny asked as she let the twelve-year-old version of her husband into the house.

"Wilbur's in trouble!" Lewis said as he ran down the hall towards the lab. He burst through the doors and ran up the stairs.

"Cornelius!" He called. "Cornelius!"

He found his future self sitting in a chair at a desk, his work station littered with analysis papers. "Cornelius!" He called.

Cornelius Robinson turned to the sound of his past self's voice. "Lewis? What are you doing here?" He asked. "How did you get here?"

"I used the time machine." Lewis said as he stopped to catch his breath. "You have to hurry! Wilbur's in trouble!"

"Wilbur?" Cornelius said, instantly at his feet at the mention of his missing son's name. "Lewis, where's Wilbur?"

"He's in the past, in 2007. He came back eight days ago to tell me someone broke into the house and were out to ruin the future again. The time machine got stolen and then he got kidnapped, and I found him at Sinclair Storage with the DNA Scanner and then Nash showed up and kidnapped Wilbur again, and now I need your help to find him and save him!" Lewis said. He had said all of this under three breaths of air, and he was really beginning to think Wilbur was right and he was beginning to act like his future son and best friend.

"Okay, okay, Lewis, calm down." Cornelius said, placing his hands on Lewis's shoulders. "Now, tell me what happened. Slower, this time."

Lewis went on to tell Cornelius what had happened in greater detail, and he could tell Cornelius was relieved to know that his son was all right…for the time being.

"And now I need you to come back to the past with me and save Wilbur! Who knows what Nash is planning on doing with him!" He said.

Cornelius nodded. "Alright, let's go." He said. "Should I bring anything that might help us?"

Lewis thought a second. "Anything that might help us find Wilbur and Nash." He said. "Do you still have the DNA scanner?"

Cornelius nodded again and walked over to a shelf near his shrinking invention, The Cupid. He picked up the old lunchbox and brought it back over to Lewis, handing it to him.

"Great! Now, do you have a sample of Wilbur's DNA?" Lewis asked.

"There should be a hair or two on his hairbrush in the bathroom." Cornelius said. "Come on, let's go see."

Cornelius led Lewis down the small flight of stairs out of the lab, where they met up with the rest of the large Robinson family.

"Cornelius, what's going on?" Lucille asked.

"There's no time to explain, Mom." He said. "I've just got to go back with Lewis and save Wilbur. I promise, everything will be alright." He turned to Franny.

"Franny, go into the bathroom and bring me Wilbur's hairbrush. Make sure there's some of his hair on it. We're going to need his DNA if we're going to find him."

Franny nodded quickly and ran off towards the bathroom, coming back not a minute later with a hairbrush in her hand.

"Here." She said, handing it to her husband. "Be careful."

Cornelius nodded. "I will." He promised. He quickly kissed her cheek and turned back to Lewis.

"Come on." Lewis said as they hurried back towards the time machine. "We may not have much time."

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Yay, they're going back to save Wilbur!

Please review!

-Robin