In this chapter I've added a mention to my absolute favorite Johnny Depp movie. :3 Go ahead and guess which movie it was!

Chapter 3. Secret Door, Secret Garden.

Wilbur slapped his ankle subbornly as he steered the time machine over the green hills of the past to the old Robinson house.

Something was tickling him, but he didn't know what. It had been happening even since he got into the time machine.

"Its probably just a bug," he muttered to himself. What he said sunk in and he suddenly screamed, sending his legs flying. He quickly grabbed the steering wheel when he realised the time machine was falling and pulled it up straight, looking at his ankle worriedly. Nothing was there.

"Good...Good." Wilbur panted, the idea of a bug being on him not suiting him at all. "It probably fell over when I uh..." Wilbur didn't finish.

He didn't want to admit he had panicked over a tiny bug, or whatever it was, that just wasen't him.

Wilbur Robinson? Afraid of bugs!

He laughed nerveously and he turned the time machine and flew it towards a hill, to hide it.

The Anderson Observatory stood close to the hill he had parked at, he decided to walk the rest of the way, to be on the safe side. He quickly turned on invisibility and wandered to the observatory. It was much smaller then the mansion he was used to, the small size made him laugh under his breath.

He reached the observatory and looked at it. How was he going to get in?

He really didn't want to go and knock at the front door, because then Bud and Lucille would see him.

There was a to big of a possibility that they'd remember that in the future, and he knew he'd get a right box on the ears if he returned to the future and Grandma Lucille remembered this day, that he did not want.

He tapped his chin and thought quickly.

What about that door?

Yes! The door!

Wilbur remembered, when he was little his father took him to his lab and had moved a machine, and there was a door. A tiny door hidden in the wall, big enough for only one person to travel through if they crouched down low.

"This door has been here ever since I had moved into this house, when I was twelve years old." His father had said. "Its small, but it leads to the outside. Your mother used to sneak up into my lab whenever her brothers and her would have a disagreement or she was in trouble, which she was in alot." He then opened the door and smiled, little Wilbur looked out of the door and looked over the hills.

"She had planted flowers next to it when she was twelve, for me. Nobody knew about it except me and her. Your mother called it her Secret Door. Her Secret Door that over looked her Secret Garden."

Wilbur had favored that memory. The door was one of the worst mistakes his father had ever shown him.

Wilbur had used the door to escape his angry father and or mother, and he hid until he was sure they weren't mad. He always came back to soon.

He used the Secret Door for personal use, and ways to sneak in different animals and stolen items.

Finally Cornelius had figured out he was using the Secret Door, and had had it closed when he was eleven years of age, never to be opened again.

"Now only to remember where it was located." Wilbur muttered as he wandered around the back of the observatory.

He found it in no time and opened the door sneakily, he crawled through it and appeared in his fathers 'lab'. It wasen't as full as the future lab was, it had small finished inventions in it, a big desk and lots of crumpled papers everywhere. Wilbur kicked a piece of paper nearest to him as he looked around. He spotted his fathers past self crouched in the cornor, working on what looked like a arm piece of a robot.

He thought for a few seconds of going over and tapping his father, but that would probably startle him. Wilbur really didn't want to startle his father, last time he has suffered a nice slap to the back of the head for startling his dad while he was working.

"Dad!" he whispered. "Daaaaad!"

Lewis looked up quickly and searched the lab, he turned around and saw Wilbur standing there.

"Ah!" He screamed as he jumped back, almost tripping over his invention.

Wilbur slapped his forhead. "Dad! Dad its me. Shut up will you?"

"What are you doing here?" Lewis asked in his squeaky voice as he walked to his future son.

"I thought we could share a cup of tea, maybe some cookies, discuss life.." Wilbur said.

Lewis gave him a look.

"What do you think I'm doing here?" Wilbur asked. "Carl turned one of your inventions on Tiny and shrunk him!"

Lewis raised his eyebrow at his son. "By Carl you mean you, right?"

"Nooooooooyees..." Wilbur shook his head quickly but slowly turned it into a nod.

"Wilbur!" Lewis cried, throwing his hands up and staring at the boy in front of him.

"Its not my fault! Okay..maybe it is. But you don't get it, you really don't." Wilbur ran his hand through his hair nerveously, looking around the lab. "I don't know where Tiny is, he's lost...I need your help."

"Why didn't you just go to Franny?" Lewis asked.

"Ho ho, heh!" Wilbur laughed as he slugged Lewis in the arm. "You are funny!"

"Okay, so you're not going to Franny no matter what. Why are you here th- oh. You want my help, don't you?" Lewis muttered as Wilbur slowly nodded, smiling slightly. "You will help me, won't you?" he asked.

Lewis shot Wilbur a look. "Wilbur, do you know how dangerous it is for you to be playing in my lab? Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be here? What if mom or dad come in? And you do know how dangerous it would be for me to go to the future? You could disapear forever!"

"Geez," Wilbur scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "You really are starting to sound like my dad."

Lewis folded his arms. "What exactly happened?"

Wilbur sighed and rolled his hands over and over on each other, staring above his father's head, (which wasn't easy!) he told Lewis the whole story.

Once he was finished Lewis looked at him and went to open his mouth to say something, but Wilbur stopped him. "You're going to scold me, aren't you?"

Lewis sighed. "No, I guess that won't do you any good. Your mothers going to chew your ear off when we get there, so.."

"Hey, mom's not going to know anything about this, got that?" Wilbur said as he poked Lewis in the chest. "I do not need her harping on me! She never lets go of the subject!"

Lewis pushed Wilburs finger away. "She's got good reason."

Wilbur sighed impatiently. "Will you help me, please?"

Lewis shrugged. "Fine. I'll help you. But on one condition!"

"Whats that?"

"That you tell your mom everything that happened, that way she can help to."

Wilbur glared at Lewis and folded his arm. "I hate you."

Tiny looked over the edge of the time machine and sniffed the air. It had taken him almost fifteen minutes to climb up onto the edge.

The new world made him shake. So many new smells, so many different birds. He moved a foot and accidently slipped and tumbled off the side onto the soft green grass of the hill. He got up and sniffed the air and stuck out his small tongue happily.

A dragon fly flew past him, which he snapped at and chased, the dragon fly began to lead him towards town.

Suddenly he felt over, one of his arms had gotten unusualy big for his new size, and now his legs and tail were growing back to normal size to.

The little dinosaur lay on the grass waiting for his body to change back to normal size.