You mighta been wonderin, if you read my previous stories, when Lily, Sierra, and Robin come in. Well here they are. Yes, Robin is said doodlegirll, aka a user on this site, so this is her. Sorry if I do not capture her "Robin-ness", but I do the best I can based on what I got. Enjoy XD~!

CHAPTER FIVE

~Robinson House, 2037~

Lily leaned forward in the dimly lit room, staring unblinking at the various projected screens. She reached forward and leafed through the pages with the flick of her wrist before coming across her desired page. She double tapped a small symbol and a holographic keyboard popped up in front of her. She jabbed her fingers over the ghostlike keys and hit send. The selected screen switched to a different site. A small line formed between her eyebrows as she complained quietly aloud.

"What do you mean, you didn't find any results for nocturnal squirrels? Yahoo, why must you fail me?"

"Two reasons," a voice said directly into Lily's right ear.

"GAH!" Lily screamed, clutching her heart and hyperventilating. "God, Sierra, don't do that!" she shouted, swiveling towards the offender. "You're gonna give me a heart attack!"

"Keep sitting on that lazy ass off yours and it won't be that hard," Sierra said with no remorse. Lily rolled her eyes. It was the track off-season.

"As I was saying, there are two reasons why Yahoo search 'fails you'," Sierra continued, placing air quotes around the last two words. "One, you misspelled 'squirrel'. Two, it's Yahoo. Try Google."

Lily typed into the address bar and when the page pulled up she entered 'nocturnal squirrel' (with two r's this time). She clicked on the first result listed.

"Wow, Wikipedia. Always a reliable source." Sierra's voice shot into Lily's right ear this time. She jumped and turned towards the sounds origins.

"God, Sierra, quit it! I mean, seriously, how'd you get over here anyway? I mean, two second ago you were—" Lily stopped short and glanced around the room. Sierra was nowhere in sight.

Lily shook her head and turned back to the screen and began reading the section quietly to herself.

" 'The northern flying squirrel is one of two species in the genus Glaucoma, the only flying—"

"Glaucomys."

"GAH!"

Sierra's sleek red hair cascaded down and brushed the desktop. Her pale face was inverted, along with the rest of her body, which was hanging from an overhead rafter.

"It's Glaucomys. Glaucoma is an eye disease—makes you go blind. Glaucomys is a genus of rodent. What, good ol' Wiki give you some false info, eh? Eh?"

Lily folded her arms across her chest. "Move. You're fat head's blocking my research and Mrs. Meyheim wants this essay by Monday." Sierra rolled her eyes and swung her torso up, gripping an adjacent rafter. She propelled herself forward and performed a graceful flip that would make an Olympic diver proud, before landing silently on the balls of her feet.

"Mrs. Meyheim assigned an essay on nocturnal squirrels? Wow, she really is a nutcase…"

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Both Hitler and Napoleon had only one testicle."

"Gross!"

"Hey, you wanted to know."

"Well, you could've at least censored it instead of poisoning my mind with your perverted knowledge."

"Hey! That is nothing but a knowledge of history."

"Yeah, yeah suure. Because you're soo innocent. Seriously, you have a messed up mind, and I don't appreciate your diseased mind contaminating mine, I mean really—"

"SHUT UP!"

A new voice cut through the conversation, the voice of the fourth Robinson sister, Robin. She rubbed her temples and walked through doorway. "I can hear you guys from my lab!"

"She started it." Lily muttered. Sierra rolled her eyes and turned to Robin, "What're you doing in the lab, anyway?"

Robin smiled. "Here, come with me. I've got a project going on that you might be interested in."

Sierra and Lily exchanged glances but followed Robin down the hall nonetheless. As they stepped into the room, they were hit with the putrid stench of sulfur and vinegar. The room was a stark contrast to the previous; it was lit brightly with bright white countertops and reflective stainless steel fixtures. Walls of computers were replaced with rows of bubbling concoctions in glass beakers of various sizes, all with various opacities and tints. There was one sleek desktop computer positioned at the far end, next to neatly stacked binders full of handwritten notes. Robin led Lily and Sierra to one of the more discreet mixtures. It was clear, but it was fizzing violently. A strange, cloudy fog was rising from the surface ad wafting up into the air before finally disappearing into nothingness. A label was taped to the side of the beaker that read in neat, all-capital handwriting: "WILBUR: T-155".

"Umm, Robin… I think you've been hanging around dad a wee bit too much," Sierra said,. Robin shrugged and picked up the beaker with a pair of awkward-looking tongs.

"Behold: my latest Wilbur trial."

Lily and Sierra grinned, a glint of nostalgia in their eyes. Yes, Robin's 'Wilbur trials'. They had witnesses to many, many Wilbur trials. There was the classic super adhesive on the inside of his chargeball helmet (T-028), and the ever so popular super (non-toxic) adhesive on the tip of his fork (T-029). T-116 was interesting, where Wilbur mysteriously lost control of his left foot… and then there was the original, T-001, when Robin's innovative mixture made a few (hundred) hairs mysteriously fall out of a single concentrated patch on his head…

Curious and eager, both Lily and Sierra leaned forward and examined the container closely.

"…It looks like Pellegrino on crack."

"Wow, Lily. Wow."

"Not quite, Lily." Robin explained, "More like a colorless, tasteless, odorless solution, a sequence of molecular bonds that, when properly heated and cultured, can produce noxious gas that is capable of inducing fatigue in the recipient and possibly inflaming the human extremities, creating an allergen-like reaction." Robin smiled at a blank-faced Lily.

"Huh?" Lily inquired, ever so intelligently.

"Layman's terms?" Sierra said, popping up noiselessly beside Robin, "It's a solution that makes the victim lose consciousness while experience swelling, especially in the digits." Lily continued to stare blankly. Sierra sighed. "Potion make people go nap-nap and fingers go big-big."

"Ooooh. Why didn't you just say so?" Lily said, like Robin and Sierra were the idiots. The latter exchanged glances.

"Anyway…" Robin continued, "See that fog rising from the surface? Don't inhale it. That's the noxious gas. It's not deadly… I think. And any reactions will wear off eventually… I think. But whatever. Insignificant little technicalities. I was thinking of unleashing it on Wilbur today… maybe by mixing it in with his Axe…. "

"Might just work. God knows he uses enough of that crap. Have you guys even smelled his room before? God, it's like medicine mixed with Dial soap mixed with Great Aunt Bertha." Sierra made a face and shook her head in disgust.

"Can't wait…. he'll swell up like Violet Beauregarde."

This time both Sierra and Lily gave Robin strange looks.

"What? Ah, come on, don't tell me you haven't read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? I can't believe you guys! …well, Lily, maybe, but you should've at least seen to movie or something. It's a classic!" Robin was met with silence and wow-are-you-mentally-disabled-or-something? looks that she had come to know and ignore. She shook his head in disgust and continued anyway.

"Okay, okay… new analogy. He's gonna puff up like Sierra at that time of the month."

"Hey!"

"Well, you do have a bit of a bloating issue…" Robin admitted. Sierra glared at her, a single vein in her neck bulging.

"Hehe…heh…" Lily attempted to back away slowly, but was stopped by an outspread arm, hand balled tightly into a fist. Sierra inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. After a few deep breaths, she opened her eyes, a little less crazy and a little more excited

"Anyway, I say we break into his room and find his Axe… sooner the better, before he can figure anything out."

"One problem," Lily said. "I haven't seen Wilbur all day... and he hasn't even played Miley Cyrus yet. You know he likes to start the day with the Hoedown Throwdown."

"Remind me again," Robin said, confused, "who this 'Miley Cyrus' is?"

"Ugh, this old school brat pop star. She was only famous 'cause her dad was a one-hit wonder and because she had this world-wide cult of eight-year-old crazies. Seriously, she had absolutely no talent. Then again, no one really cares about her anymore... except Wilbur. But Wilbur's weird that way."

"Guys, we have bigger problems." Lily said, for once being the voice of reason.

"Oh, yeah? And what's that?"

"I haven't seen Wilbur all day," Lily replied. "or Kilbur … but, hey, she's been gone two out of every three days, anyway, it seems. Mom's been worried sick… I mean, she's gone back to her whole cooking phase, and you know she only ever bakes casserole when she's stressed."

"I don't know if you would call it 'casserole'," Robin said slowly, using air quotes around the word 'casserole'.

"Yeah, the crap she makes is probably more toxic than your Wilbur: T-192," Sierra said wittily.

"T-155," Robin corrected.

"Whatever."

"And yes, it most likely is," Robin said.

"Noted."

"Oh, oh, Robin!" Lily piped up excitedly.

"Yes, Lily?" Robin and Sierra stared at Lily strangely.

"Lily, you better keep that trap of yours shut unless you have thoughtful and meaningful intellect to contribute to said conversation," Sierra snapped. Lily stared blankly ahead, as if all the thoughts suddenly rushed out of her head and into deep space. With a deep sigh, Sierra said slowly, "Lily better shut up unless she have smartitude to share."

"Ohh. Right. Well, I would be obliged if you fed Wilbur some of mom's casserole…ish…stuff," Lily said and immediately asked, "What?" as Sierra and Robin stared at her, mouths agape, eyes wide as saucers, in awe.

"Lily, you just said 'obliged'," Robin said in disbelief.

"Yes."

"And that's a big word."

"So?"

"I didn't even know you knew that word and/or could use it properly in a meaningful sentence," Robin said, her eyebrows raised.

"Oh, I don't. And can't. Kilbur just used that word the other day and I thought it sounded cool," Lily grinned, obviously proud of her recent accomplishment.

"Oh, that reminds me! Kilbur…weren't we worried about her a second ago?" Sierra asked.

"Oh, right! Right…let's ask mom or dad if they've seen them anywhere. We could try and find them. Maybe. Then, everything will be fine!...I think. And we should also get some pie before we go," Lily said happily, becoming consistently oblivious as she daydreamed about pie.

"That, indeed, is a fine and thoughtful idea, Lily. Nix the pie, though. We have no time whatsoever."

With that, the conversation was completed, and the three girls exited the lab. Lily, of course, bumped her head, sending her tumbling down the metal stairs and sprawling on her stomach for a few yards across the slick linoleum floor. Sierra rolled her eyes and walked by, not bothering to help her up. She was used to Lily's continuous and consistent clumsy nature. Robin helped her up and they made their way to the kitchen where Franny was still trying to get the casserole off the ceiling. Except, now, she was using a crowbar and was dangling from the ceiling, using all her weight.

"Mom?" Sierra said, raising one eyebrow curiously.

"Oh!" Franny let go of the crowbar and dropped quietly onto the marble countertop. "Sierra! Hi, sweetie, you startled me."

"What the heck are you doing?" Sierra asked, annunciating certain syllables, her face twisting into a confused expression.

"Phew, well, I've been trying to get the casserole off the ceiling for…er…a while…" Franny explained. "Anyhow, what are you doing?"

"We're looking for Kilbur and Wilbur. Have you seen them?" Robin came right out and asked, getting a panicked look from Sierra and a blank look from Lily.

An uncertain look flashed across Franny's face for a split second, before she masked it again by a fake smile and darting her eyes toward the gunk on the ceiling that was the supposed casserole. "No, I'm not sure where they are. Ask Carl. It might take some finagling, but it might be worth it." And with that, she returned to prodding and hanging on the casserole.

As the three sisters walked towards the lab, Lily asked, "What's finagling?"

"Convincing, persuading, synonyms and such to that nature," Sierra replied, immediately recalling the word's definition. It was in a book she had read after she finished the Harry Potter series that she cannot evoke the specific title, but she was not familiar with the word and had looked it up as to understand one stupid, meaningless sentence.

They came about Cornelius's lab and immediately located Carl.

"Hiya, Carl!" Robin said brightly.

"Whatever you need, the answer is no," Carl responded immediately.

"Whatever made you think I was going to ask for something?" Robin asked, innocently batting her eyelashes and smiling in a way that makes it obvious that she was going to ask for something.

"You had that tone in your voice. That 'oh-Carl-I'm-going-to-ask-you-for-something-while-I-hope-you-are-clueless' tone," Carl said, admittedly doing a pretty good impression of Robin.

Robin gasped melodramatically. "I had no such tone!" she said with an offended hint in her voice. "By the way," she added before Carl could say anything else, "do you know exactly where Wilbur and Kilbur are?"

"Oh, I knew it!" Carl yelled.

"No, you did not! That question merely popped into my mind a second ago!"

"Did not! You were planning this the whole time!"

"I was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!

"Was—"

"SHUT UP!" Sierra interrupted irritably. "Carl, get a grip and just tell us!" She stepped back a little and put her hand to her head. "Wow, I yelled too hard. Talk about a head rush."

"Hmmm," Carl sighed and mumbled to himself as he typed away on the computer in front of him. New windows popped up every so often and the computer made an annoying ping! sound every two seconds. Finally, an electronic female voice stated: match found.

"Ooh! Carl, what'd you get?" Lily asked, attempting to peek over Carl's shoulder. "Is it an email? Who's it from? What match? Let me see!"

"No!" Carl snapped and turned off the screen. "I will not show you unless you pay me."

"What?!" Robin screeched. "You're a robot! What possible use could you have for money?"

"No use. Or how about you are my slave monkeys for three days?"

"What?!"

"I'm always slaving around for you. Slave around for me for a change!"

"But…but…but…"

"Wait, where's Si—"

"Got it!" Sierra's voice rang out brightly from behind Carl.

"What the—? Sierra, how'd you get there? You were over there just a second ago!" Carl gestured frantically in disbelief.

"Oh, poor naïve Carl. It's been twelve years since you could pull anything over on me," Sierra smirked and flipped over Carl's metallic gold head, landing gracefully on the balls of her feet, without a sound. She turned to her sisters and said, "Okay, Kilbur's been taking the two-forty-five express train every night she's actually been here. And at midnight sometimes. Anyhow, Wilbur disappeared last night around midnight last night. He also took the two-forty-five express the same day prior. My opinion—take the two-forty-five."

"But—ah—eh—habba—sa—uhh," Carl stammered, then sighed in exasperation. "Forget it. Fly along, little monkeys!" He waved his hand dismissively and turned back to the computer, ferociously trying to calculate how Sierra could have moved so fast.

As the three girls exited the lab, Sierra called over her shoulder, "Keep trying, Carl, ol' buddy! You're not gonna find out!" Satisfied, they went to the Robinson lobby and turned to the keypad. "Let's see here…two-forty-five…" Sierra scrolled down the list of express trains on the projected screen.

"Two-forty-five?" the voice came from behind them. It was Aunt Billie. "Why, there's no two-forty-five train!" She approached the girls with a confused expression. "Two-forty-five was destroyed in a wreck. It was one of my first trains. It hasn't been run in years. Why are you so interested?"

"Oh. Really? Sorry. We didn't know," Lily apologized. As Aunt Billie walked away, Lily began to go in the opposite direction.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there, lily-pad! Where do you think you're going?" Sierra asked, grabbing Lily by the collar and halting her in her tracks.

"Two-forty-five is wrecked. Didn't you hear? We need to find another way to find the 'ilburs," Lily asked like Robin and Sierra were idiots.

"The ''ilburs'? And how exactly do you propose that we do that?" Sierra snapped.

"Well, my plan is that get some hair from Kilbur's brush…place it in a DNA scanner…use the DNA scanner to teleport us to some wasteland where we will eventually be rescued by SWAT and they will track down Kilbur and—"

VROOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!

A train whooshed up, interrupting Lily in mid-sentence.

"Everyone, this is train two-forty-five. Please step aboard and keep your arms and legs in at all times," Robin announced and Lily stood dumbfounded and Sierra rolled her eyes.

"So much for the DNA plan," Sierra mumbled under her breath as they stepped onto the train. With a whoosh, it was like they were never there…

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This is real fun! R&R don't you think? I'm gettin' excited. It's gettin' mighty late (10:40 PM) and I'm pretty tired. Noted, I stayed up last night workin on this so that's why I'm so tired. I like this story so far. I probably ain't gonna update again tonight, but in case I do, don't quote me.