Hello yourself and see how you like it. It's me, Kilbur, or, as I've come to be called, Huck. This is my first story in a while, and my first crossover as well. Sad face the crossover is…er…crossing over with a movie that is not listed on this darn site. But oh well. Here we go—my first story in a while. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

"And class, lastly, I want to remind you that since summer is one week away, you must study your hardest. The finals are not the easiest tests, so make sure you study hard and pay atten—Wilbur!"

Wilbur Robinson's head shot up from his desk. "Whaa—what?" he yawned. "Oh. Mr. Watson. Sorry, I'm just a little tired." He rubbed his temples. The end of school was always the hardest for him. Not the schoolwork—no, the work was easy. It was paying attention that got him every time.

Mr. Watson—his history teacher—sighed. "Wilbur, please see me after class. I need to talk to you," he said.

Wilbur groaned. He didn't have time to stay after class. If he was late to Advanced Algebra again, Ms. Chang would bite his head off. He zoned off in thought. The next thing he knew, he was awoken by the school bell.

"Class dismissed," Mr. Watson said absently.

Wilbur sank in his chair as all the students around him gathered their things and left. As soon as the classroom was empty, Mr. Watson called him up. Wilbur stood up and approached the desk. He began with a sigh, "Look, Mr. Watson, I'm—"

"Wilbur, is something troubling you?" Mr. Watson inquired suddenly. Wilbur was taken aback. "I'm sorry for being so direct, but you seem to be slacking off more than usual."

Wilbur smiled jadedly. "Nothing's wrong, Mr. Watson."

"All right, then, Mr. Robinson," Mr. Watson pressed no further. "If you say nothing's wrong, I'll take your word for it. But if you ever need to talk, I'm here."

Whoa, awkward, Wilbur thought as he nodded. With that, he turned on his heel and left the classroom. He sighed. He really didn't feel like going to Adv. Algebra. He leaned against the pale plaster wall and stared at the black lockers on the wall. Truth be told, something was wrong. His sister, Kilbur, had been very distracted lately. She hadn't insulted him or tried to physically abuse him in weeks.

And that worried him.

Kilbur always used to love to sit on her butt till it went flat and simply do whatever Kilburs do. Now, every day, she'd go to the woods in the park and not come back for hours at a time. Wilbur, becoming worried at the lack of insults, one day said to Kilbur, "Hey, ugly. I bet I can kick your butt." And Kilbur just walked on by, head down, ignoring him.

Wilbur wasn't sure if it was just him noticing this, but even if it was, he considered it a problem. And Wilbur Robinson can solve any problem. OR so he thinks…

"Wilbur?"

A voice jerked him from his thoughts. It was Ember Sparks, the fire-mutant/ex-killer that he had befriended. She held a bathroom pass in her hand, and he noticed that it was steaming slightly. Heh. Ember always began to burn things when she was worried, upset, angry, distracted, jealous, delusional, or hyper, which she was frequently. This particular time, though, she was worried.

"Hi, Ember."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just Kilbur. I'm worried about her."

"That's not like you at all. You usually hate Kilbur. Doesn't she abuse you frequently?" Ember cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but that's the problem. She hasn't insulted me or physically abused me in two months. I'm worried. "

"That is odd for Kilbur. Did you try talking to her?" Ember sat down next to Wilbur.

"I tried, but she ignored me. She was deep in thought about something. It's almost like she was in another world. I even tried insulting her twice—no, three times!" Wilbur held his head in his hands. He felt weak. Why did he even feel this way? Not being abused—that was great! So, why did he somehow crave it?

"Yeah. Now that you mention it, I see what you mean. Didn't you call her a stupid frizz-head in between classes a week ago, and she just walked by you as if you weren't there?" Ember pointed out.

"Exactly! Usually, if I said that, she'd grind my face into the floor and slam her books on the back of my head. Then, she'd get detention, blame me, then I'd get detention, and then we'd get into a fight, get grounded, then a week later, the process would repeat itself!" Wilbur threw his arms above his head in exasperation.

"That is true. You say this has been going on for weeks now?" Ember asked.

"Yep."

"When exactly did she start ignoring you?" Ember asked.

Wilbur thought for a moment, then said, "She started ignoring me the day after she cleaned the attic."

"Really? Do you know what she found in the attic? That could be vital in finding out why she's acting like this," Ember suggested. She could practically see the unused gears in Wilbur's head turning. If only he worked this hard in Algebra…

"I think she found an old DVD. I don't know how old it was. She managed to get it to play—it was actually in good shape—and since she watched it, she hasn't been the same," Wilbur said. He tried his hardest to remember what the DVD case looked like. He couldn't even remember what the name of the movie was!

RIiinnGGG! The distorted bell rang, signaling the end of eighth period. "Time to go home," Ember said, standing up, then helping Wilbur up. "Promise me, Wilbur," she said to him as the hallway began to flood with students, "promise me that you'll talk to her tonight."

"Okay," Wilbur nodded and Ember walked away. He gathered his books and put them in his locker. Then, he walked out of the school, pressing the button on his watch, activating his rocket sneakers. Rocket sneakers. He remembered when Kilbur first told him about them—how she explained what all the buttons on the watch did. He sighed and hovered into the air, rushing to his house on the hill. His house. Robinson Manor. He descended to the doorstep and opened the door.

Franny, his mother, was in the kitchen, making what looked like slugs. "Uh…mom…what the heck are you making?" Wilbur asked, temporarily forgetting about Kilbur.

"Pasta sprout casserole with white sauce," Franny answered brightly, stirring the pale, gooey concoction. Suddenly, a violent shake rocked the house. The white concoction sprang out of the bowl and attached itself to the ceiling, pulsating.

Suddenly, the smoke alarm began going off. "Oh, dear. Must be your father again. Wilbur, would you mind turning off the alarm and making sure he's alright? I'm going to try to get the casserole off the ceiling." Franny stepped onto the counter and began prodding the gooey, pulsing mound on the ceiling with a spork.

"That's something you don't see every day," Wilbur mumbled to himself as he punched a code on the pad on the wall. The alarm stopped and Wilbur ran to his dad's lab. "Dad? Are you okay?" he called. He heaved open the door and immediately regretted it, as a bunch of black smoke flowed out, launching him into a coughing fit. He shielded his eyes from the smoke and walked into the lab, waving his hand back and forth to clear the smoke in front of him. The air smelled of melted rubber.

"Wilbur? That's you, right?" Cornelius, his dad's, voice came out distorted and foggy through the thick smoke. "Turn on the fans, boy, before we suffocate."

Wilbur coughed, "Can do, dad." He wandered blindly for a couple minutes before running face-first into the wall. He ran his hand along the metal, eventually finding a switch. He pulled it downward and the loud whir of machinery filled the lab for a second, before quietly melting into the sound of giant fans. The smoke cleared up in a few minutes, clearing Wilbur's vision as well.

His dad stood in the middle of the lab, covered in ash. His hair was blown back and slightly charred. Black gunk rimmed his glasses and dirt and ash was smeared on his face and lab coat. A smoldering pile of ash sat on the table and burning rubber sat in chunks.

"Dad," Wilbur gasped, "what exactly were you inventing?"

"Something to turn rubber shoes into environmentally friendly fuel. I was testing it and—"

"It went boom?" Wilbur finished, smiling humorously.

Cornelius half-smiled. "Yeah. It went boom." He took his handkerchief and wiped off his glasses. "Now, Wilbur, would you mind leaving for a while? I have some cleaning up to do."

"Oh, yeah, but before I go, where's Kilbur?" Wilbur asked, suddenly remembering his dilemma.

"I think she's in her room," Cornelius said, beginning his long cleaning job.

"Okay, thanks," Wilbur ran to Kilbur's room, not pausing for a moment, even when his other sister Sierra ran head first into him.

"Hey, watch it, cheesebrain!" Sierra snapped.

"Not your best insult!" Wilbur called over his shoulder. He threw open the doors to Kilbur's room, which of course, she shared with Sierra. He was also shocked to find that Kilbur was not there.

"Wilbur, what are you doing?" Sierra said, appearing next to him.

"AH! How'd you do that?" Wilbur screamed.

"Do what?"

"First you weren't there, and then, poof! You're there!" Wilbur said.

"Poof?" Sierra raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever, just how did you do that?" Wilbur asked, finally calming down a little.

"I developed ninja skills," Sierra stated simply.

There was a moment's pause. "You're kidding, right?" Wilbur asked bluntly.

"Nope." To prove her point, Sierra ran across the room, jumped, and scaled the wall. Then, she paused. One foot was on the ceiling, one was on the wall, and she was in a crouched position. "What do you think?"

"That's not ninja," Wilbur said pointedly. "That's whacked-out Spiderman."

Sierra glared at him for a moment, then jumped off the ceiling. She did a bizarre flipping routine in the air before landing on her palms, flipping onto her feet, and turning to face Wilbur. Wilbur stared for a second, not exactly sure what to say. "Well?" Sierra said in half-expectance, half-annoyance.

"I'm not exactly sure whether I should be intimidated, afraid, spazzing out, impressed, or ranting about how awesome that was," Wilbur decided to play it safe and not run away like a little girl.

"Yeah, I know," Sierra bragged.

"Yeah. Now where'd you learn ninja skills?" Wilbur asked.

"Website. .com . They've got webcam lessons from Chuck Norris!" Sierra said excitedly.

"Who's Chuck Norris?" Wilbur asked stupidly.

Sierra gasped melodramatically. "He's this really awesome guy that can do all this ninja stuff! Kinda like this…" she shouted, then launched herself into this acrobatic karate-kicky combo that totally freaked the crap out of Wilbur.

"You scare me. Frequently. Anyway, where's Kilbur?" Wilbur asked, shaking his head clear of the disturbing images of Sierra.

"Not in here, that's for sure. I think she might be in the tech lab in Lily's room. Go check there," Sierra waved her hand in the general direction of her sister's room. Lily was another Robinson girl.

Wilbur attempted to hold back his surprise as he went to Lily's room. Lily had a tech lab? Man, where had he been? Not to be rude, but Lily wasn't the brightest Robinson. She was only the fastest. Wilbur shook his head and opened the door to Lily's aqua-and-black room. He saw a blue glow coming from a dark cavern in the room. "Lily?" he called.

"Whaddaya want, dipstick?" a girl's voice echoed from the blue-glowing cavern.

"Have you seen Kilbur?" Wilbur asked.

"Talk to me in five minutes," came the response.

Wilbur sighed and stepped onto the hovering platform in the room. It transported him up to the dark cavern. Wilbur then saw why there was a blue glow. Half a dozen blue projections were on the walls around a girl in a chair. Lily. She sat in front of a keyboard in front of the far left projection. "Whoa, Lily, what is all this?" Wilbur asked.

"I told you, wait five minutes," Lily snapped.

Wilbur sighed impatiently. He stared at the six projections on the walls. The one Lily was playing at had what looked like a game on it. A virtual girl danced among other digital characters. What looked like a mix between Dance Dance Revolution and Guitar Hero was zooming across the screen. Wilbur raised his eyebrows. The arrows on the screen were moving at an incredibly fast speed, and Lily was hitting every one of them. The word "perfect" appeared in blue writing every ten milliseconds. Wilbur took a step backwards and looked at the other screens.

Facebook was opened on the projection next to Lily. What Wilbur recognized as Lily's extra credit report on the nocturnal squirrel was on the projection next to that. The next projection was an eBay auction, the minutes on the clock ticking down. The next projection looked like some sort of game-programming device, and the last one had an iTunes window open.

A small sigh escaped Lily and she swiveled on her chair to face Wilbur. "Okay, now whaddaya want? I'm on a winning streak!"

"Winning streak?"

"Dance! Online," Lily gestured to the projection behind her. "I'm really kicking butt today."

"Yeah…" Wilbur said slowly. "First of all, when did you become such a computer genius?" he asked.

"I don't know. I woke up one morning and I learned about computers. Big deal. I helped Sierra find that ninja website, if that's what you need. Maybe you're looking for .com?" Lily smirked.

"Hahaha. Very funny, Lily. Anyway, have you seen Kilbur? Mom told me to go to dad, dad told me to see Sierra, Sierra told me to see—"

"Shut up, okay? Just go talk to Robin. She must know something I don't," Lily snapped, hinting at the fact that Wilbur implied that she was stupid. With that, she swiveled back to the Dance! Online projection and started another round.

Wilbur sighed and stepped on the platform. He was transported back to ground level and he walked out the door. Robin must be in her lab in the attic, as usual. Wilbur sprinted up the stairs and threw open the ceiling hatch. "Robin!" he cried.

"Ah!" Robin hit her head on the desk lamp behind her. "Ow. Yeech, Wilbur, what do you want? I'm dissecting the bacteria I found on the toilet handle." She gestured to the microscope and dissection tools in front of her.

"Ok, one: ew; two: have you seen Kilbur? I can't find her anywhere, and everyone's telling me to ask someone else!" Wilbur said.

Robin took her safety goggles off and leaned back in her chair. "Don't you hate her, though?" she reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Something's just wrong, okay? Where is she? Do you know?" Wilbur began shooting out questions.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa; slow down! Listen, I know what you mean. Kilbur's been acting…odd lately. She hasn't insulted anyone in weeks, and that's not normal. She even threw out all her black combat boots. Isn't that weird? She's just been going barefoot everywhere!" Robin fiddled with her goggles.

"That's weird. Do you know where she is, though?" Wilbur inquired.

"Oh, sure I do. She's in her private theater in the basement. I think she's watching that movie she found in the attic again. Sure glad she cleaned this place out," Robin gestured to the area around her. It was improved big-time—linoleum floors and glass walls and ceilings replaced the old concrete ones.

"Wait a sec—private theater?" Wilbur asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. Theater seating, popcorn machine, gigantic screen that's bigger than a movie theater's…it even requires biometrics to gain access!" Robin put her goggles back on.

"Weird. Where is it, exactly?" Wilbur wondered aloud.

"Basement. Take the stairs, swim through the shark tank, cross the laser-y hallway, pass the motion detectors and death traps, and if you're still alive, you'll arrive at a steel door with a biometric hand scanner by it. You might have trouble getting in, but don't worry, I made a copy of Kilbur's hand without her knowing. It'll get you in nice and easy," Robin explained and held up an incredibly lifelike hand that did look a lot like Kilbur's.

"Creepy, but cool. Thanks, Robin!" Wilbur took the hand, cringed, and slipped it in his pocket.

He climbed down the stairs back down to the main floor and waited for the train to pick him up.

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R&R! What do you think so far? Same ol' characters in my stories. Lily, Sierra, and Robin have changed some. I've changed most. Talk to me—what do you think will happen next?