A/N: Hey everyone! I saw Meet the Robinsons twice and I loved it. I started this fanfic the night I saw it the first time and here it is! Hope you read, enjoy, and review!

This is the first story in the "Littlest Robinson" series. This means that my OC (Lela) is in these stories.

Disclaimer: I don't own Meet the Robinsons, only Lela. Thanks and on with the story!

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"Lewis! Run!"

The dinosaur rampaged through the yard, stomping and crushing anything in its way. The Robinson family bravely tried to stop the t-rex from getting to Lewis. Wilbur grabbed Lewis's arm and dragged him to a safe spot.

"Oh, no, not again," he muttered, looking at a place in the yard. "Lela! Don't even dare!"

A young girl who couldn't have been older than nine stood defiantly in the way. She was throwing everything she had at it, while her family was desperately trying to coax her away from the path of the dinosaur that could eat her whole. A doll hit the dinosaur on the head, inches away from the small hat. The t-rex shook its head and peered down at the girl. She stuck her tongue at it, like it had just made fun of her. It swung its huge head down at her and she flew forty feet sideways, screaming in pure terror.

"Lewis! Run, and don't stop. I think I need to help someone else," Wilbur began to move towards the girl, but his mother motioned him away.

"Help Lewis!" she mouthed.

Wilbur grabbed Lewis's arm and ran off in the other direction. He only stopped when they were behind the large Robinson mansion. Wilbur and Lewis stood hiding, panting behind the stone wall.

"That was a close one, wasn'—AHHHHHHH!" A large looming head swerved towards the two boys, snatching Wilbur up in its jaws. Lewis caught hold of Wilbur's arm and flew up along side of him. With a quick snatch of a shovel and a "meatball cannon," the two were down on the ground again with a puppy like t-rex. They gave each other a quick high five, but then remembered the dinosaur's earlier victims.

Racing downhill, they saw that the whole of the Robinson family was still gathered around the young girl.

Lewis turned to Wilbur and asked, "Who is that?" Wilbur sighed.

"That is my little sister, Lela. She-she-well, she's hard to explain. She is very mischievous and loves getting attention. She does many more dangerous stunts than this," he motioned at the dinosaur's wreckage. Lewis's eyes widened behind his circle frame glasses in amazement.

"More dangerous? Like what?"

Wilbur explained Lela's stunts as they neared the family. She had jumped off buildings, stolen the time machine, and swung from the chandelier.. The list went on and on filled with scary and frightening stunts to pull. Lela's nickname was Little Miss Risk, matching her initials, Lela Macie Robinson, or LMR.

From the middle of the large group, Lewis heard Lela's earnest voice, squealing.

"No. No. No, Mom, I'm okay!!" A whimper was heard and the crowd moved back just enough for Lewis to see. Up close, Lela was a mess. She had twigs in her hair, dirt on her clothes, and was clutching her left knee in pain.

"Except my leg."

Lela gave up on struggling against her mother. Franny rolled her eyes and lifted her daughter off the ground. Lela's face, Lewis also saw, was scattered with scars, not from the dinosaur, but from prior accidents.

Her head cocked when she saw Lewis. "Hi! Who are you?" she asked, interested.

"Mommy, put me down," Lela instructed her mother, who gently put her down and held onto her arm while Lela stood on one foot. Wilbur quickly interrupted.

"This is Lewis, Lela. He is from… um… oh yeah, North Montana," Wilbur told his little sister. "It is North Montana, right?" Wilbur whispered to Lewis.

"I think so," he muttered back. The little eight-year-old smiled.

"Hi, Lewis! I'm Lela. Did you see that dinosaur back there? I flew so long!" Lela giggled joyfully, like she enjoyed being shot through the air by a prehistoric animal and breaking her knee. Lewis blinked.

"You-you mean you weren't scared?" he asked, astonished. Lela simply tittered with glee.

"No, silly! Of course not. Why would I be?"

Lewis looked from Wilbur, to Franny, to the rest of the Robinson family. They all had the same worried, uneasy look on their faces.

"That-that-" Lewis couldn't find anything to say. "It was nice to meet you, Lela."

Franny picked her daughter back up and headed toward the house, Robinson family in tow, chatting amongst them. Every so often one would cast their gaze to the little girl and her mother. Lewis stayed behind with Wilbur, who was also watching his family stroll into the house.

"She's… different," was all Lewis could say.

"Different? That girl has jumped off more buildings then all of the daredevils in the world put together," Wilbur stated in an obvious, are-you-kidding way.

"How long has she been doing these stunts? No one seemed too worried and they weren't surprised when she soared through the air." Lewis pictured the little girl screaming, in the air again, and shuddered.

"Ever since she could walk. I remember once when I was eight, she climbed and jumped off Lefty. She was three." Lewis stared, unbelievingly, at what he had just heard.

"Come on," Wilbur started towards the house, "let's see how Lela's doing."

They headed inside and through a maze of doors and hallways; they made it to Lela's room. The interior of the room was light purple and toys dotted every corner. It was the perfect model of a young girl's bedroom, but twenty times bigger. Lela was sitting on her little fluffy white bed. Her mother gave her a last pat on the head. Lela leapt off the bed and ran towards Lewis and Wilbur.

"Hi guys!" she smiled and hugged them both around the stomach.

"Hi Lela! How's you're knee?" Lewis asked, wondering how she was running with a broken knee.

"Oh, there's a bandage on it, see?" Sure enough a clear, plastic-like bandage was wrapped around her knee. "It's Daddy's invention. You just put it on and it seals around it."

"You're dad's pretty cool, isn't he?" Lewis asked, a hint of longing in his voice.

"Yeah," she replied, her kind smile slipping a bit. "But I don't get to see him that much. He's always on trips and stuff like that." Lela teetered back and forth on her heels.

"Hey maybe I can show you my swing set!" Lela's face lit up and she sprinted out of the room, giggling all the way.

"Um, Lewis," Wilbur's brown eyes were filled with worry. "We don't have a swing set."

The two raced out of the bedroom, trying to reach Lela as fast as possible. They reached the dining room and a faint giggling was heard.

"Lela? Lela, where are you?" Ding, ding, ding.

Lewis's head snapped upward. "LELA!" She was rocking slowly back and forth on the glass chandelier.

"Oh, no," Wilbur muttered, seeing his eight year old sister swing faster twenty feet above them. "Lela, come down, NOW!" he yelled feverishly.

"Okay, I'll jump!" Lela outright laughed with joy.

"Oh, I am so dead," Wilbur mumbled, face in his hands. His head, swerved up to see his little sister swinging… swinging…

"What is that cracking noise?" Lewis wondered out loud, noticing it for the first time. If it was even possible, Wilbur's eyes got even bigger.

"The- the- chandelier…" he whispered weakly.

Lewis slowly turned his head towards the ceiling, where the wooden pole holding up the chandelier was splintering in half. "What are we going to do?" he asked earnestly.

Wilbur looked terribly nervous. "Okay… we-um…" Wilbur's voice faltered. His eyes shifted around the room, searching for something to help them. "I have no clue."

A sudden CRACK and a high pitched scream filled their ears. "LELA!" they both yelled together as they watched her come crashing down onto the glass. Wilbur quickly ran over to the ruins to his sister, Lewis in his wake.

"Lela? Lela, are you okay? Lela, talk!" Wilbur rolled Lela onto her back, but her eyes were closed and she didn't move again.

"Lela?"

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A/N: Oh no, what happened to poor little Lela? Find out in the next chapter! Please review, if you would be so kind!