Because all the seriousness was going directly to my brain, I had to write another interlude. Just a random day in the life of Wilbur Robinson.

Just to warn you, I gotta give this a rating of M...for hot Mess! (No pun intended)

Think Meet the Robinsons with a dabble of Alice in Wonderland. More like a pinch really.


Chapter 8: Interlude #2

Sir Wilbur, son of Robin, decked in a fine suit of armor, was riding his ferocious steed. The air was crisp, the leaves starting to change into their fall colors, a fine day, he would say, to do what knights of the realm always seem to do: Rescue a damsel in distress.

But this fine day, traveling for many hours and many miles, there didn't seem to be any damsels distressing. Not even the smallest dragon that needed slaying.

"What's a knight to do, when there's nothing to do?" he asked.

"Well, little buddy." The horse looked back, its face that of a golden robot, which somehow or other doesn't seem to bother the knight. "We could always ask a village that needs saving."

"Where would we find such a village, Carl?"

'Lo and behold, there was a village in the distance under a dark plume of smoke. As the knight rode closer, he saw that a few huts were on fire. Farm animals were running in a panic. A small child cries in the corner.

"What seems to be the problem?" He asked an old man, screaming as his hair went up in flames. And this man seemed to look familiar…as if a bowler hat would make his whole outfit complete.

He stopped screaming, looks at the knight, and says in a calm manner, "Why the wizard of course!"

"An evil wizard?" The knight became intrigued. Finally, had a mission arisen worth risking one's life for?

"Yes, the evil wizard!" He stroked his mustache in annoyance.

"Did he attack your village with evil magicks? Did he set your house ablaze?"

The villager looked at him, perplexed. "No…he's been inventing nonstop for the last five days. No one has had any sleep with all the noise!"

"Then…why the fire?"

"To signal any nearby knights to come to our aid, duh!"

"Well…that makes sense." Oddly enough, to Wilbur, it did.

"Now will you help us, o brave knight?" The mustachioed villager pleaded as he went on his knees.

"I will do all I can. Sir Wilbur, son of Robin, never fails!" He looked around. "Um…where is this wizard now?"

"Where any wizard would be. His tower of course." The villager pointed up at the hill and lightning flashed in the sky above it. "You're not a very bright knight, are you?"

"I'll go talk to this wizard then."

"See that you do." Then brushing off the dust on his pants, he coughed and began to flail around, finally noticing once more that his hair was on fire.


The tower truly looked menacing when up close. And the lightning that struck whenever he looked up at it didn't help any.

He could see the gargoyle knocker on the door. And by gargoyle, he meant T-rex. He swung the lower jaw against the door, and a resounding roar came from inside. His legs shook.

The door slowly opened and out came a very young man in a white lab coat. The golden spike of hair atop the man's head, that seemed to defy gravity, impressed Wilbur.

"Hey there! Are you here to help me finish my newest invention?" He smiled.

"Uh…I'm actually here on behalf of the villagers…you see they---"

"Ah! Say no more!" And he walked back into the tower. "Come! Follow me! There's work to do!"

"But I need to talk to you about the noise complaint!" He hurried after him.

"It's almost complete!" As the two went through the halls, Wilbur could not help but be amazed by the plethora of gizmos and gadgets and watchamarangs that were on display. "Keep moving forward now Sir knight."

The wizard turned around, still walking albeit backwards as he went up the stairs. "I'm sorry I'm in such a rush. What was your name? I didn't catch it the first time."

"I'm Wilbur, son of Robin."

"Ah! The famous sir Wilbur!"

"You've heard of me?" He smiled proudly.

"No. Not really." And Wilbur deflated. "On the other hand, you may have heard of me. I have many names. Two in fact. People sometimes call me Lewis the Loony. And sometimes they call me Crazy Cornelius."

"Well, nice to meet you…uh, Mister Cornelius."

"It's Doctor actually. But you can just call me Crazy." They shook hands.

They went down a spiral staircase, up a ladder, over a chasm of deadly spikes, into the highest room of the tower.

"Yes! Almost done now. All I had to do was wait for you, Sir Wilbur." He pushed the door open and inside was the most beautiful object Wilbur had ever seen. So red and so shiny!

"I call it the Time Carriage!"

"What's it do?" Wilbur ran his hands against the smooth surface. Shiny!

"Why isn't that why you're here? To help save the Princess?" The wizard asked.

"Princess?"

"Yes! Princess Kathy! She was kidnapped by the evil witch!"

"Then what are we waiting for! We have to save her!" He looked around again. "Um…where is she, exactly?"

"Where else but in the witch's evil tower, duh!" Crazy Cornelius hopped into the carriage. "You're not a very bright knight are you?"


The Time Carriage flew in the air, towards the east. Wilbur could see where the witch's desolate land began. A dark place, where the trees were bare and scorched, and the land was dry and barren. Vultures circled the sky looking for their next meal.

And in the middle of that desert, was a single tower that rivaled that of Crazy Cornelius'. A fair maiden looked out from the lone window atop that tower.

"I see her! It's Princess Kathy," the wizard said.

"She's…she's beautiful!"

"Yes, the fairest princess of all the land." The wizard agreed.

He sidled the Time Carriage next to the tower window and opened the hatch.

"Princess. We've come to rescue you," Wilbur stated.

Her golden locks fell in waves against her shoulder. Her perfume wafted into his nostrils and her green eyes mesmerized the knight.

"Oh thank you sir knight! I don't know how long I could have survived in this tower. Locked with that wicked witch!" She jumped into the carriage into the knight's awaiting arms.

"Did she hurt you?"

"No, but her nagging was beginning to get on my nerves!"

"Kathy! What are you doing? Get back here!" It was a strange voice, slightly falsetto. And it was coming from the piece of wood shaking inside the tower, a piece of wood that was strangely dressed as a woman with orange curls.

"Run! It's the witch!" Princess Kathy exclaimed.

Cornelius closed the hatch and drove the Time Carriage onward. Wilbur looked back to see the puppet waving frantically outside the window.

"I've seen better rescues in my day!" She exclaimed in her high voice.


The Time Carriage landed on lush soil once more. Wilbur disembarked and presented his hand to the lady. As she got off, she tripped on the hem of her dress and fell. Wilbur caught her just in time, his arms wrapped gently across her waist.

"Oh…thank you, sir knight," she said softly.

"Um…it was nothing…call…ahem…call me Wilbur." His voice cracked as he spoke.

"And you can call me, Kathy." Her voice was melodious to his ears. His arms felt like jelly as she placed her hand on his own.

"You know what Sir Wilbur?"

"Ye…yes?"

"I think…I think I love you…" She placed her hands around his neck and closed her eyes, pursing her lips into a kiss.

He blushed and felt the butterflies dancing in his stomach growing stronger. He felt like he needed to go to the bathroom. Now!


Wilbur opened his eyes to find himself in darkness.

"A dream…just a dream…" His heart was racing in his chest. So close! So close to kissing her.

As he moved, he felt something…wet…inside his sheets.

"Oh, God. Please tell me I didn't just pee my pants." He turned on the lamp on the side table and pulled up his blanket. Wilbur grimaced. "Oh God! It's worse!"

He hoped that no one would see him sneaking into the laundry room with his blanket and covers rolled up in a ball in his arms.

Wilbur placed it all in the washing machine, dumped some laundry detergent, and ran the load. The machine roared to life. Wilbur had never noticed it before, but the machine at four in the morning sounded like a bulldozer running over a road full of light bulbs.

The kitchen light went on. "Who's there?"

"It's…it's me dad. I…I'm in here." Wilbur bit his fingernails.

"Son?" Cornelius leaned against the door. "Why in Galileo's name are you up this early?"

"I…I just felt like…you know." He looked away and rubbed the back of his head like he usually did in such situations. "Felt like…doing the laundry…"

"The laundry?"

"Yeah…" he whispered. Why couldn't his father just drop the subject? What he was doing was completely normal...wasn't it?

"At four in the morning?" He asked incredulously.

Wilbur nodded. He was blushing so hard in the darkness and biting his lip.

"Dirty clothes?"

"I…I couldn't go to sleep…the …the bed sheets were kinda dirty."

"…" Cornelius eyes popped open. "Oh…oh!"

Wilbur looked at the ground, his fingers wringing in front of him. He wanted to die. Just crawl into a small hole in the wall and just die.

"Um… oh." Cornelius's face changed sporadically as he tried to think of something to say, something to salvage this whole situation. "Uh...carry on then…I wouldn't want to sleep on dirty bed sheets as well!"

Wilbur looked up at his father, who smiled at him. Maybe he hadn't figured it out.

"Okay. I'm just going to get something to eat before I go to sleep. Been busy all night with a new invention." Cornelius yawned as he looked inside the fridge.

He spied a sandwich, eyeing it closely, looking for any signs of mold. Sniffed it once or twice then took a tentative bite.

"Still good." The inventor closed the refrigerator door.

"Goodnight Wilbur," he called back as he went up the stairs, taking another bite.

"Night."

Cornelius' footsteps stopped. "And Wilbur?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"Sweet dreams…ahem." Footsteps quickened as he ran up the stairs, trying to hold his laughter inside.

Wilbur couldn't stop himself from blushing even deeper than he already did.


Note: Happy holidays guys. That'll be it for a while considering the three chapters this week. Now for some rest and relaxation on my part.