DORIS RETURNS
Chapter Twenty-five
By secretwindow1
----A/N----
Okay, here's chapter 25.
I left it at a cliff hanger. I know and I'm sorry! (Not really, its fun to be devious:P)
I don't got much to say really, except, well...Enjoy!
Oh! AND ITS THE WEEKEND! YAAAAY!
---Marcs jail cell---
Marc lay on his hard bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Tomorrow was it.
Doris would be back. He couldn't let them let Doris loose in that courtroom!
It would kill poor Wilbur, he knew it. Then it'd come after him.
Control him like she had before.
There was to big a chance that she could hurt somebody, or get him to hurt somebody he cared about.
Like Amy.
Amy.
He wiped the thought that just constructed in his mind away. Nothing was going to happen to her, at all.
He had to do something.
He was in a jail cell. He couldn't do anything.
Or could he?
A sudden idea struck him and he sat bolt upright, the cell's walls were plastered orange from the setting sun outside.
He'd still be on duty at this time, he had to.
"Tim!" Marc called, racing to the bars of his cell and holding on. "TIM!"
He was screaming at the top of his lungs, sounding stressed and scared.
Tim came racing down the hall, slipping to a halt in front of the cell. "Marc! What happened? Is everything okay?" He looked extremely worried.
"Tim, I've had the best idea I can muster right now. Please tell me you can get into the place where they have Doris."
Tim looked his brothers face over. "I might be able to."
Marc nodded. "Good, now this is what I want you to do. Get in there, and do something that will make them take longer to fix the hat. Okay?"
Tim gave Marc a sad look. "Marc, I can't. I just can't."
"You have to! Please!" Marc pleaded. "She can't be reconstructed. She can't, she'll hurt everybody and control me."
"I-I..Marc.."
"Please."
Tim closed his eyes, not wanting to see his brothers pleading face. It just broke his heart. "Fine. Just tell me what to do."
"Corrupt it." Marc said. "You were good at corrupting things when we were kids. Remember how I kept bugging you and to punish me you took my radio controled car and made it so it wouldn't work without using specific items? Do that to Doris. That'll buy us sometime, and I won't be sentanced to soon. We just need Cornelius to do what he needs to do next."
"Okay Marc." Tim nodded. "I'll do it."
Marc smiled at his brother. "Thanks Tim."
---Robinson dining room---
Cornelius tapped his chin thoughtfuly. The evening air was seeping into the dining room slowly, making everything seem tired and slow.
"We could use the blink in the courtroom, we really could. And it would be safer then using the time machine."
"Yes," Franny said. "but you're forgetting on thing. How are we going to get everybody to blink at once?"
Cornelius sighed for the 100th time. "I don't really know."
Franny rested her chin on her hand and watched Wilbur talking to Lewis across the table. If Wilbur was afraid to testify, he was doing a great job hiding it.
The two boys sat facing each other, Wilbur was sitting still, looking at a piece of paper with a dot in the middle. Lewis said 30, and Wilbur blinked.
"Hey Lewis!" Wilbur smiled. "You're right, the dot does appear in different places."
"I can't believe you haven't did this yet!" Lewis laughed.
Franny suddenly sat up straight, snapping her fingers. "I've got it!"
---court room---
The Robinsons ran as quickly as they could to the courtroom, Cornelius was dabbing sweat from his forhead with a cloth as they ran.
They were late. But it was worth being late, if his plan worked of course.
They entered the courtroom, everybodys eyes turned and followed Franny, Cornelius, Wilbur and Lewis as they stepped down the isle, and going to sit down, Lewis sitting in the back with Bud and Lucille, who had come earlier.
Cornelius just nodded at the judge, muttered a sorry and sat down behind the desk on the plaintiffs side.
Marc nodded to Cornelius from across the room, acknowlaging him.
"Now," the judge bagan. "we have been notified that the Bowler Hat, Doris, isn't able to work right now. We are doing everything in our power to get it to work, and until then we shall continue to question."
Marc winked at Cornelius. Cornelius bent down and whispered something in his lawyers ear, the man smiled deviosly.
Cornelius's lawyer stood up. "Your honor, Dr. Robinson has something that will make a break through in the case."
"Go ahead."
Cornelius stood and walked over to the front of the Judges high desk. "Sir, would it be fine if you would stand in front of me?"
The judge looked down at him. "No."
"Please? It'll help!" he sounded like a child.
The judge seemed to be thinking. "Alright, but only one time. You're lucky I'm in a good mood."
The judge stepped down and placed himself in the middle of the courtroom, looking Cornelius in the eye.
The tall, blonde man reached into his pocket and pulled out a invention known to everybody in the Robinson clan as The Blink, he held it in front of him.
"Now, I have invented this invention that will let you see what happened the night when 'Marc' hurt Wilbur."
"How'd you get the video?" The judge asked.
Cornelius smiled. "I keep this on my person at all times, it is always filming. But I do turn it off in court!" Cornelius added, noticing the judge's face.
"Now," he held The Blink in front of him, the date already punched in. "Its real simple, all of you look into this dot for ten seconds without blinking, so you all will be able to blink at the time I say 'ten'. That way you'll all be able to see the video."
He side glanced at his family, Franny was giving him a thumbs up.
"1...2...3...4...5..." Cornelius began to count, nobody in the room was blinking, just staring at the dot. All except the Robinson clan, who had their eyes closed to prevent blinking. He just hoped Marc would catch onto his plan, even if he didn't know what The Blink was or did.
"...8...9...10."
And he pressed the button.