Author's Disclaimer: I do not own Meet the Robinsons.

A/N: Happy 4th of July, and I'm not like three months later then update, this time only one haha. I been really busy with a competition, and then went on vacation so I been kinda of busy even when it's summer break, so again I have my excuses so I apologize for that.

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Chapter 5: A Passion

We were told that as a child to aim for the sky, to never give up and to never look back. Dreams can turn into a passion, fueling further actions, and later to become reality.

As Franny starred out of the window of the car towards the ordinary brick buildings and the empty streets, her dream of frogs to sing was and has always been a passion for her.

And maybe one day it will become that reality, that she will one day have an audience to perform to as she conducts her little green musicians to a chord of harmonious music.

She looked down at the box she was holding on her lap, her green little frogs gleaming at her.

Though no one believes her, her dream is still alive, ready to become reality and once so, it will be seen throughout the world.

Getting there though, will be a challenge with the lack of support.

It is tough to keep moving forward when you're alone in your ideas.

"Francesca, talk… now," her mother's voice ringed out to her, interrupting her thoughts.

She turned back starring at her punisher.

"Yes Mom," Franny replied. This isn't going to be good.

"About school today," she said.

"You already know what happened."

"Yes, but do you know why that happened," her mother asked.

Franny looked away from her back towards the bleak buildings. "Yes I do."

"What is it then?"

"The people around me."

"So you're blaming them for you getting in trouble," she inquired.

"Yes because they think I'm crazy," Franny blurted.

Her mother continued, "And do you know why?"

"The frogs, but…"

"Look Francesca," she interrupted her, "your frogs are getting you no where in life. All they have been doing is causing you trouble."

"I don't care, I'm going to keep continuing to pursue my dream," Franny argued.

"Your dream? Your dream, is like a fairytale like Mrs. Gilbert said, you are not going to do well in the future if you keep going with this."

"But I have to, I know it can happen, I just got to keep going, I can't give up on them. You don't even want to believe in me," Franny exclaimed, "or them," she added.

"Them are frogs Franny, frogs, they are only animals," her mother retorted. "You can't let them make you fall behind in school. You didn't even do well on that project and now you're retaking it."

Franny silently cried to herself. "I'm not going to give up, Mom, I'm not."

"Franny please think about your future, you can't keep going like this."

"I have always been thinking about my future, it lies within the frogs," Franny said with no hesitations.

Her mother shook her head as they pulled into the driveway of their house. "You need to stop being so stubborn, Franny, if not you may not have a future…"

Franny's eyes tear up, "I do Mom, I believe I do, but you don't believe in it…"

It hurts when your own family doesn't believe in you…

Franny ran with her box of frogs in her arms towards the house… saving her future or what's left of it.

But before she could open the door, a tall figure with olive and black raven colored cow licked hair style man greeted her.

Dad.

It now appears that her fight for the future is beginning to waiver even more.

"Dinner time…" her mother called out.

Franny was lying on her bed, her face muffled into the pillows crying.

She avoided her father by going to straight to her room. But after two hours, she will have to come clean soon in front of him and her two brothers, Art and Gaston.

Of course she was definitely not looking forward to that chat.

Today did not go accordingly to plans, not only did she not get that chance to prove herself, she got totally humiliated in front of her whole class, and most likely embarrassed her parents.

Great! Can't get better than that…

The only thing good you could consider that happened today was that she has another chance of proving herself.

This time in front of everyone again, with the addition of one or two scientists…

And this one, is her last chance, though science fairs should be fun and all, it will determine her future, whether or not she has the approval of Inventco, or if she brings the talents of frogs within an audience.

Winning isn't everything, but the goal is to prove and fight for the dream.

That is what counts, but… to be humiliated, to receive that condescending outlook once again, the fire of her dream, will soon go out.

"Franny dinner time," her mother called out again.

And of course, to meet that goal, the approval of both her parents is received with it.

Not only did she get humiliated, her parents of course disagree with her, but are probably embarrassed of her as well.

"You need to stop being so stubborn, Franny, if not you may not have a future…"

Future…

It's never definite is it?

No one is able to predict the future.

No one has seen what their future can behold…

And even so, it can quickly change with a single mistake.

Franny continues to wonder about this.

What if her future… it's not what she strive for. What if she never gets that chance to prove herself to anyone about her dream?

If that occurs, she has no future… because she has no dream that exist anymore.

"Francesca it's time for dinner, come down here," her mother called her for the third time.

Franny flipped over starring at the ceiling. Her dream… frogs being able to sing, someone actually believing in her, it seems … impossible, but then again, people only realize something when the impossible becomes the possible.

And in this case the impossible will become…

"Franny it's time for dinner," her father opened her door only to be greeted with a crying daughter.

Franny turned back into her pillows to avoid letting him see her cry like this.

"Bambina, what's wrong," he asked.

"Nothing Dad," Franny mumbled through the pillows.

"Are you sure? It looks like you're talking to the pillows only, I guess they do give you comfort." he chuckled, but added seriously, "But I am here for you bambina."

"Please Dad, I don't want to talk about it."

"Is it someone from school, a guy? Because if it is I'm going …"

"DAD," Franny cried out.

"I'm only worrying about you bambina, I don't like seeing you this way," he replied softly. He got up from the foot of her bed and headed towards the door but before he left he added, "And Franny, your Mom cooked spaghetti just the way you like it."

Mmm spaghetti…

"And if you don't come down soon, there may not be anymore left, you know how I love your mother's cooking," he chuckled.

"You wouldn't," Franny said.

"I don't know Franny, this is a serious situation, spaghetti should never go wasted, and well I'm not the one to waste," he winked at her. "And your brothers aren't either," he laughed as he left the room.

Franny smiled. You'll be surprise how spaghetti can make a person cheer up very quickly.

"Mom, Franny took the last meatball," Gaston called out.

Franny shook her head, "You weren't going to eat it anyways."

"So, it was for my new cannon I just built, now with increased range and power. Let me show you little sis," Gaston grinned at her.

"Gaston, no, how many times do I have to tell you not to shoot food across the table," Mrs. Framagucci scowled at her youngest son.

"Um the number of times you had to tell me not to," Gaston replied.

Mrs. Framagucci glared at him, "Sorry Mom, won't happen again," he quickly added.

"So little sis, how was your day at school," Gaston asked Franny.

She gulped, upper class has probably already heard about what happen today. Gaston is just trying to make this situation worse.

And he's doing a pretty good job at it because Dad doesn't know about it yet.

"Um…" Franny starred at their faces.

Mom already knows, just getting ready for the right moment to tell everyone; Dad doesn't know yet; and Gaston and Art already know because of being in the upper classes.

This isn't looking good for her.

"Yes, bambina, you never told me how your day was," Mr. Framagucci inquired.

Franny looked down… an empty plate, aww out of spaghetti. It just got worse.

"Francesca," her mother pulled her back to reality.

"Yes," Franny asked shyly.

Her mother shook her head at her.

You or her, Franny, someone has to tell.

"Well, I had to present my project in front of the class," Franny said dryly. "And um…"

"About frogs bambina," her father asked.

Art smirked, "It's always about frogs, Dad, that's never going to change as long as the planets remain align to the sun."

Hopefully that doesn't change, except maybe a little too much comic heroes' monotones in that theory.

"Yea it was, but I mention some facts," Franny continued. "And kind of discussed frogs being able to harmonized."

"Aka singing," Gaston snorted.

Her father glared at Gaston and Art, not surprisingly they quiet down. "So bambina you present your project in front of the class and it was about frogs being able to sing… harmonized I mean," her father asked.

"Yes," Franny replied.

"And did it go well."

Franny looked down. "No."

Silence…

At least her family wasn't laughing at her like her class did, well to the exact that her parents were not laughing at her. Gaston and Art are probably laughing deep down.

And besides, they can't laugh at her too much, Gaston is a thrill seeker when it comes to cannons, and Art has an obsession with super heroes and pizza.

So her family, you could say is very… unique.

Except that she is the only one who gets embarrassed by her "uniqueness."

Her father starred at her with his deep brown eyes. The look for her, felt like he was seeing right through her soul. "So what are you going to do," he asked.

Franny shook her head, "I… I don't know"

Her mother intervenes, "Alfredo she got in trouble"

"Ophelia, let's hear Franny's story first," he nodded towards her.

"I started talking about frogs being able to sing, when the class began to throw paper balls at me," Franny replied softly.

"So what did you do," he asked.

"Nothing, except well, a student Brandi called me crazy and I kinda of…" Franny looked away.

It wasn't really her fault, was it?

"Bambina?"

"I almost got in a fight…"

"YOU GOT IN A FIGHT," her mother exclaimed.

Ugh wrong word use. Conflict, dispute, even argument would have been okay, but fight, ah darn you negative connotations and your evil traps.

"No, I mean, ugh not fight but uh" Franny stuttered.

Her father asked sternly, "Did you get in a fight or not?"

"No," she replied.

"Then why did you say almost," her mother inquired.

"I…" This isn't going good.

"Mom, Dad, the logic is simple, Franny's frogs got insulted by this girl which equals angry little sis that then equals a fight, which then equals teacher intervention, and lastly you guys here at dinner discussing her frog problems," Gaston sigh. "Can I go now?"

"No," Mom quickly replied. Gaston slouch down.

"I'm sorry," Franny blurted. "I didn't want this to happen; I just wish that people at least gave me some respects towards my frogs"

"I told you Franny these frogs are getting you in trouble. What's next, failing grades, no friends, no future," her Mom scolded. "You need to give them away.

"Dad," Franny pleaded at him. "Please…"

Her father starred at her again. "What are you planning to do next bambina?"

"I'm going to enter the science fair with my frogs," she replied.

"Hmm…"

"And try to show that it's possible... that frogs can sing," Franny added.

"Okay then," her Dad replied.

"Okay?" Franny questioned.

"Yea okay," her Dad winked at her.

"OKAY," her Mom exclaimed. "Alfredo, Francesca's future is being destroyed by this, and you think this is just 'okay.'"

"Ophelia lighten up, she is only eleven; these dreams are fine for Franny."

"She almost got in a fight and she's redoing a project."

"No harm done though."

Her Mom just look annoyed at him. "Franny, I know this is important to you, but please be more realistic and look more to the future."

"I am Mom."

Her Mom looked at her with disapproval. Franny then turned her head towards her Dad; he was just being jovial and chuckling.

Though her Dad does not scold her for her dream, he doesn't exactly believe in her to achieve it.

"Imagination" he would say.

But, it's not just a fairytale or anything like that; it's a passion for Franny. Something totally different from it.

It is the passion to be right.

It is the passion to prove the world wrong.

And it is the passion to make the world believe.

A/N: This was the longest chapter I have written yet for this story, yup so hope you enjoy this one. I think there are about 4 more chapters left. So I'll be wrapping up soon.

But you know this story is just my idea of what Franny probably experienced of trying to achieve her dream, it's much different from other stories that focus usually on Lewis and Wilbur. I just like doing it in this perspective because it gives you another idea on how the world revolves, not just on your own motivation but allowing supports from other to aid you.

Well that's a long author note; I guess it goes with the long chapter too. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and thank you for reading.

Translation

Bambina: child (feminine (a) )

Haha you just learn Italian. Ciao!