Hi everyone! Long time no see! I have had writer's block for a pretty long time until it dawned on me to try to reimagine my earliest stories. So that is why I'm here today. I am rewriting "Catastrophe," "Disaster," and "Trouble," and combining it all into one story. "Saving the Future" will also be included here. There will be differences, such as much more depth than my earliest stories, and I get a shot of writing about Wilbur Robinson before "Saving the Future." This is a crossover between "Meet the Robinsons" and "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" since the Turtles were a key part of Karena's story in the beginning. With that said, I hope you will enjoy this first chapter, and away we go!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons." I only own my OC Karena and her father Jonathan.

February 16, 2013 - Los Angeles, California, USA

KARENA'S POV

"Here are your keys, Miss Edwards."

I held out my hand to accept the keys to my new apartment, and I could not help but beam. After working at Wendy's for four very long years, I finally saved enough to lease my own apartment with only three months of high school left.

"Thank you very much, Amy," I replied with a big smile on her face. "Have a good rest of your day!"

I walked out of the office to beautiful California weather. The complex was an outdoors one, which provided an amazing breeze as I walked to my apartment. I unlocked the apartment and walked into a blank slate that would eventually become my home. The walls were yellow; it was not the best shade of yellow in the world, but it was enough to make me feel at home. The rooms that would become the living room and my bedroom had carpet floors, and the kitchen and dining room had tiled floors.

I texted my dad my apartment number and waited for some time for him to arrive to help me move in. I heard a horn honking, and I ran outside with a big smile to see my dad Jonathan driving a U-Haul truck.

"Hi Dad!" I greeted him with a big hug.

"Hey, sweetheart," Dad replied, giving me a kiss on my left cheek. "Welcome home!"

"Oh, Dad," I said, shaking my head, but then I clapped my hands together. "Well, let's get to work. There's a lot to do and I'm willing to do my part."

It took us a few hours of work, both individually and together, but I was finally all moved in. I collapsed onto the couch and took some breaths before calming and cooling down. My dad eventually joined me, and we eventually landed in a hug.

"Well, sweetheart, how about some pizza?" Dad suggested.

"That is a wonderful idea," I answered with a small smile. "Why don't you order while I get the TV set up? Maybe we can watch a movie."

"Sounds great! Where do you want your pizza from? Domino's? Pizza Hut? Papa John's maybe?"

"Domino's is fine," I answered. "Pepperoni for me, please."

"You got it. We should probably order drinks, too."

"Oh."

I had totally forgotten to buy refreshments in case I needed a drink. I did not just want to rely on tap water to get through the day.

"You know? We worked very hard today in this beautiful weather. Why don't we get some Dr. Pepper?"

"Alright, a Dr. Pepper for you, and a Diet Dr. Pepper for me."

"Dad, you're in good shape!" I exclaimed with laughter. "Why do you need diet Dr. Pepper?"

"I have to watch my figure," Dad replied with a wink.

"Alright, Dad, who is she?" I asked.

"Who is who?" Dad asked, taking his phone out from his pocket.

"Dad, you never ever mention watching your figure unless you've met a woman," I replied with a smirk.

"Karena, are you telling me that if I were to date again, you'd give me your blessing?" Dad asked in awe.

"I'll always miss Mom, but you deserve to be happy. Especially now that I've left the nest."

"Well, she's a fellow pharmacist at the lab," Dad explained with a smile. "She reminds me of you, and not because of her looks. I've been attracted to her for a while."

"You should ask her out," I suggested. "And I want to meet her."

"Maybe someday, Karena. But you deserve happiness too. Are you interested in any of the boys in your class?"

"Dad, you know I don't have time for dancing," I answered, rolling my eyes. "I study and I work. J'étudie et je travaille. Besides, all the boys are the same. If I do fall in love someday, it's going to be with someone who truly cares for my wellbeing, for who I am, and for my dreams."

"So, you're not going to the prom?"

"No, Dad, I'm not. I've never gone to any of the school dances before. Why would this one be any different?"

"This will be the last dance, Karena," Dad explained with a smile. "I'd like you to have that day to have fun and think about all you have done in high school – you've studied hard and are one of the top students in the class; you've been in the marching band pounding those drums so proudly. And you've worked a part-time job on top of that and earned enough for… this! You're starting your own life while following your dreams, and Karena, words cannot describe how proud I am of you. And I know your mother is proud of you, too."

"I'll think about it while setting up the TV, Dad," I replied, returning the smile.

"That is all I'm asking you to do. I'll order those pizzas and drinks."

My dad walked out of the room while I set up the TV. I smiled while doing the job, thinking that maybe for once, my dad was right. It would be nice to just relax, chill out, and have fun without worrying about working and saving money for an adult life. Prom was only a couple of months away. My next savings project could very well be two dresses – a dress for prom and a dress for high school graduation.

I connected the wires and plugged the set in, and then I picked up the remote and prepared to put batteries in it. But something wasn't right: there was no tray to open to put the batteries in it. The remote also felt heavier than it was supposed to.

"Well, as long as it works right," I said out loud.

I went back to the couch, sat down, and pushed the power button on the remote. But nothing happened. I pushed the button again, and still nothing happened.

"Hey, Dad? This remote is not working right."

"Karena, that was perfect timing," Dad said with a big smile. "The pizza ought to be here in half an hour. Now, do you need help with this remote?"

"Yes, I pushed the power button twice and the TV's not on."

"Maybe there aren't any batteries in it."

"There's no opening for batteries," I replied. "I already checked."

"Now that is unusual," Dad said, examining the remote. "Karena, I don't think this is a normal remote. You may have to go back to the store and exchange it."

I let out a sigh.

"Well, how do we entertain ourselves then?"

"We could play some games," I suggested.

"They're all back at my house," Dad replied.

I let out another sigh.

"Well, maybe third times the charm," I said, trying to push the power button one more time.

This time was different. The TV did turn on, but something still wasn't right. The screen was purple instead of blue when the wires were put together incorrectly.

"Maybe I should see what's going on with the wires," Dad suggested.

I nodded and watched my dad stand up and walk to the wall where the plug was. Suddenly, I was feeling a pull, and I was pulled toward the TV.

"Dad? What's going on?" I asked frantically.

"Karena! What on earth!"

"DAD!" I screamed as the pull got stronger, and suddenly, I was no longer in my own world.

Todayland, North Montana, USA - February 16, 2037

WILBUR'S POV

"Dad, can we talk?" I asked, squeaking when we came out.

"Wilbur, are you alright?" My dad, Cornelius Robinson, asked with concern on his face.

"My voice has been doing strange things all day," I answered.

"Neil, why are you playing with Uncle Fritz's puppet?" I heard my mom, Franny, ask from their bathroom.

"I don't have Petunia, Fran," Dad answered. "It's Wilbur."

"Wilbur?!"

I watched as Mom hurried out of the bathroom, looking more concerned than my dad.

"Are you hurt?" Mom asked, examining me all over the place.

"Mom, I'm fine," I answered with a squeak.

"Wilbur, what's going on with your voice? Are you sick?"

"No, I'm not sick… or at least I don't think I am. My voice is just being weird."

"Uh-oh," I heard Dad mumble out loud.

"What is it, Neil?" Mom asked.

"I think I understand what is going on. Wilbur, your voice is changing. You're going into puberty."

"I'm growing up?" I asked, and then I smiled with delight. "That's great!"

"Great?" Mom asked with a chuckle. "Well you suddenly got eager."

"I hate being a kid," I explained. "I can't wait to grow up and be my own person. But, when will my voice stop changing?"

"Well, your voice will be deeper when the process stops," Dad explained. "But it could be a while. You could be fortunate and your voice will only squeak for a few weeks. Or it could be squeaking for months. Wilbur, you are our miracle, and we are proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad. Can I play with Carl now?"

"Okay, but don't be too long," Mom answered. "Dinner will be ready soon."

"And no touching the time machine!" Dad warned me.

I walked out of the bedroom, rolling my eyes at my dad's warning. I took the travel tube from the second floor hallway into my bedroom. From there, I walked to my dad's lab where I found my robot buddy.

"Hi, Carl!"

"Hey, little buddy!" Carl greeted me with a smile. "What's going on with your voice?"

"Dad says it's changing," I answered with another squeak. "I hope my voice gets back to normal soon."

"Little buddy, your voice will never be normal again," Carl replied. "But your voice will have a new normal."

"But I like this voice!" I replied stubbornly. "I mean, not right now, but still!"

"Little buddy, trust me when I say that you'll like your new voice better. You're turning into a man! I'm stuck with this voice."

"Because that's your voice, Carl," I said with a smile. "I can't imagine your voice being any different. But I can't imagine what I'm going to sound like. I hope I don't sound like my dad."

"Every voice is just as unique as the person, Wilbur. You are not going to sound like your dad."

I pursed my lips, thinking about what Carl said, and then I smiled.

"You know, Carl? You're right. I'm going to love my voice. Now, let's go!"

"Where are we going, Wilbur?"

"To the time machine!" I answered. "I want to meet Wilbur Wright before dinner tonight!"

"Wilbur, your dad always says—"

"Do not use the time machine, I know, I know. Come on!"

I dashed out of the lab, into the halls and through the door leading outside toward the garage. Once I reached the garage door, I put my hand on the scanner. Once the scanner identified me, I walked in and gazed in awe at the most beautiful invention of my dad's yet: the time machine. Well, it's actually the second time machine my dad has ever made, but we all were still proud of it. But, the only people who have actually used the time machines were my dad and myself. No one else in my family had taken an interest in time travel because they were happy with who they were.

So where do I come in? Social studies, that is, world history and current events, has always been my best subject in school, even if I didn't want to do any assignments. I had A's every time. When my dad invented the prototype time machine, I could not wait to try it. I ended up getting lost on Motonui on accident, but since then, I quickly learned how to use the time machine. I also learned how to be careful when going to the past, because if I messed up one teeny-tiny thing, I could change the future on accident.

I grabbed my camera from it's hiding place in the tool drawer and walked up to the blue time machine.

"You really should not be doing this."

I jumped when I heard Carl's stern voice.

"Relax, Carl, I'll be fine," I assured him while still squeaking. "I won't be too long! See ya later!"

I jumped into the time machine and quickly turned it on. I entered the time I wanted to travel to, and I was off to December 17, 1903 in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina.