A/N: Filler chapter of sorts. Couldn't come up with clever endings for these 2.

6. TALK

Ever since Wilbur was little, whenever he had a secret, he would always motion the person he was talking to under the dining room table, so he could whisper it to them. More often than not, that person would be Carl. As a child, he considered this to be the most secure place in the entire house.

As he got older, this still rang true, although he was much more careful when he took these moments to talk. During dinner seemed to work best, for even though the whole family was present, when he slipped off his seat and under the tablecloth, no one ever noticed he was missing. As long as he was brief.

After Wilbur reached a certain age, though, spilling secrets under the table seemed rather pointless. But it still served as a good place for Carl to discuss his most recent mishap, without alerting the family.

Wilbur respected Carl for this. For although most of the time he included the robot on his plans, there were some times he did things on his own. This didn't stop Carl from noticing, however.

So, on those all too common occasions, after the family was busy scarfing down their dinner, Carl would let out a noticeable "ahem" and signal to below the table with just his eyes. Wilbur would then dart around for a moment, and slip under undetected, ready to talk.

7. RUNAWAY

"Lew-Cornelius!" Franny yelled, as soon as he opened the door. It had been years since he officially changed his name, but even Franny, who he spent most of his time with, struggled with it. Not that he minded. She could call him whatever she wanted. "I'm so glad you're home!"

"What seems to be the problem, Franny?" He asked, hiding what appeared to be a grin on his face.

"It's Frankie!" She replied, somewhat hysterically. "He's run away!"

"Now that is a pickle," Cornelius said. He walked away for a moment, then returned, only his head peeking out the open doorway. "If only," He started, inching himself more into view with each word. "We knew...where...to find him."

"Frankie!" Franny exclaimed, grabbing the frog that currently rested on her boyfriend's shoulder. She kissed the creature several times, before she forced a scowl. "What have I told you about running away?"

"That's my fault, actually," Cornelius cut in. "Frankie didn't really run away. I...borrowed him for a little experiment of mine."

"Oh? What kind of experiment?"

The man waved the frog over, who immediately obeyed, hopping into Cornelius' open hand. "Frankie wants to ask you something," He said, then quickly added, "On my behalf."

Curious, Franny watched as her star pupil cleared his throat and began to speak. It wasn't the fact that he was speaking that made her gasp - as she'd been teaching her frogs to sing (and talk) for years - but what he said. "Franny...will you marry...Cornelius?"

The woman blinked in total shock as the blonde got down on his knee, and her frog held a ring, while still standing in Cornelius' open palm.

She barely hesitated her response. "Yes!"