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Chapter Eleven

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~Robinson House, 2037~

"Oh, kids! Are you all right?" Franny ran over the moment the time machine landed on the front lawn. She hugged her kids and kissed their foreheads.

"Mom…mom…suffocating! Dying!" Kilbur made a fake strangled sound. Franny released her, and she dramatically gasped and coughed.

"Darling, your hair looks adorable! I've been so worried about you. You're even talking properly!" Franny automatically began bombing Kilbur with a million questions.

"Mom, mom, okay, okay, I'm normal! Okay, seriously, chill out!"

"You seemed so different and depressed. You started talking so improperly, and—"

"Mom, it was a school extra credit assignment. You were supposed to act like you were from a different century to experience different worldly, cultural things," Kilbur said reassuringly.

"Oh, I see," Franny said, clearly glad that her daughter wasn't going insane.

The latter exchanged looks. A good actress, indeed.

With that, they walked into the Robinson house.

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Kilbur sat in her bed, poring over a book. It was storming outside, and it was extremely dreary.

"Hi, Kilbur," Sierra popped up next to her bed silently.

"Hi, Sierra," Kilbur answered in a dull monotone. Sierra knew that she was transfixed in her book.

"Which book is that? H.I.V.E. again?" Sierra asked.

Kilbur nodded absently, turning a page.

Sierra sighed, "I swear, you are more into H.I.V.E. than I am into Harry Potter." She was still slightly bummed that Kilbur didn't jump when she snuck up. Either Kilbur was used to it or her ninja skills were cracking.

"Yeah, well, that's life. The new book is on pre-order, but it's not coming for a few months. Until then, I've gotta read up," Kilbur said. A few moments passed before she bent the page corner and closed the book. "Where's Lily?"

"Dance! Online."

"Wilbur?"

"Chargeball."

"Robin?"

"Here!" a voice chirped from the door. Kilbur and Sierra looked over as Robin sprinted onto the levitation pad and up to the other two. She held what looked like a beaker of fizzing water.

Kilbur and Sierra exchanged looks. "What is that?" Sierra asked suspiciously.

"Another Wilbur trial," Robin replied proudly. After seeing their curious expressions, she explained, "It's a colorless, odorless, tasteless liquid."

"Yes…" Kilbur eyed the beaker skeptically, "and what exactly is this colorless, odorless, tasteless liquid?"

"I call it harogen. It changes color to blend in with any liquid or solid. Then, when it is mixed with Wilbur's DNA, it starts to burn, followed by stinging, popping, and eventually spontaneously combusting," Robin explained.

Kilbur raised both eyebrows, and Sierra winced. Their expressions then abruptly changed to eager faces.

"Don't worry, though. It won't kill him…I think. And it's not toxic…I think. Ah, well, we'll find out soon enough," Robin smiled and gave the liquid a little swish.

"Let's mix it with his shampoo. I want to see his head throw up its hair," Kilbur said, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

With a sigh, Sierra held out her hand. "Give me the evil book. You have too many ideas as it is."

Kilbur clutched H.I.V.E. to her chest. "No!" Suddenly, she heard insistent beeping in her ear. "Ah, crap. There's unauthorized personnel detected around my headquarters." She jumped up, threw the book on the bed, and headed to the travel tube.

"Oooh, I'm coming too!" Sierra chirped.

"You two go. I'm going to go put the harogen in a sealed container," Robin moved carefully away.

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Kilbur and Sierra burst into the booby trapped hallway. Automatically, Sierra began laughing hysterically, occasionally yelling, "Oh, this is too good!"

Kilbur took her cell phone out and began taking pictures.

Wilbur, however, looked less than amused. He hung upside down, suspended in midair by a rope tied around his ankle. "Kilbur, this was not here last time!"

"Hah! I upgraded, can't you tell?" Kilbur laughed.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, trying to keep a straight face. It was good to have her back.

~The End~

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