Hey everyone! Wilbur Robinson has entered into the story! Whoo!! This is the part where all the action and whatnot comes about. I just caution you to pay really close attention because everything that seems pointless to describe will be of use to the characters later on.

Now, on to the Reviews!

doodlegirll: Yeah…we all hate Doris. In the movie, I thought she and Mike where best friends until the last part of the movie…anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

AudacesFortunaJuvat: I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Yes...I have a Devart page. It's on my profile. Though, I haven't update it in a while, so nothing is new. I like to draw than write. Writing is more of a hobby for me…I want to be an animator. Enjoy the story!

On with the show!

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Part 4: Enter Wilbur Robinson

Chapter 19

Bad Day

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Wilbur Robinson ran; backpack in hand, inside his house as the rain poured on, thunder clashing and rumbling. He didn't realize how bad the weather with get today. As if things couldn't be already worse for Wilbur.

Wilbur is currently in 8th grade and middle school and doesn't enjoy it all that much. Everything is the same old thing, and Wilbur chooses to not pay attention in class, which would explain his C average. He hasn't had a fun adventure since the time Lewis came to the future. Sure, he almost didn't exist, but hey…better than sitting in a classroom all day.

As soon as he reached the door…

"Hey! Ring my doorbell!"

"No! Ring mine!"

"Please! At least I'm not a cheater…"

"Uncle Spike, Uncle Dimitri…"said Wilbur, clearly annoyed. "I'm not in the mood right now."

He finally entered the house, completely soaking wet. The 1st thing he did was check himself in the mirror. He noticed that his usual hairdo was going flat due to the rain. He desperately tried to fix it, combing his hair with his fingers.

"Wow...someone's a little vain…"

Wilbur turned around to see Carl, the robot his dad invented and so far his best friend. Wilbur rolled his eyes.

'Hey there little buddy," said Carl with a smile. Wilbur did not return it as he threw his backpack aside. "How was school?"

"Boring," he said, leaning up against the wall. "I mean…what is the point of school? We never do anything new…it's always about rules and school work. I mean, c'mon! You would think teachers would ease off on homework…"

'C'mon now Wilbur…"began Carl. "You know what your father would say in this situation."

"Keep moving forward…gotcha," responded Wilbur. It was his dad's motto, though he had to admit, he got tired of hearing it all the time. He sighed sadly.

Carl frowned, but then immediately smiled. "Well…look on the bright side Wil! It's Friday, and the weekend is coming up! And don't forget, your dad's award ceremony is coming up in a week!"

"Yeah…I suppose that's something to look forward to," said Wilbur. "Have you seen mom?"

"Oh yeah, she's in her music room."

"Thanks," responded Wilbur who walked off. Carl looked on as he left and shook his head.

"Poor kid…middle school is really bringing him down. I hope something exciting happens for him."

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Wilbur opened the doors to the music room to find his mom, Franny teaching her big band of frogs a new song. He got to hear a little snippet of what they were performing…

I don't believe in frettin' and grievin';
Why mess around with strife?
I never was cut out to step and strut out.
Give me the simple life…

"Hey Wilbur!" said Franny as he noticed him come into the room. Franny stopped conducting and the frogs stopped singing. She turned to face her son with a smile.

"How as school hun?" she asked as she gave him a hug.

"Boring…as usual…" said Wilbur with a sigh as his mother gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh…sorry honey…"responded Franny. "I'm guessing you had…"

She began to orchestrate her frogs, and Frankie, the lead singer, began to sing a song…

Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around…

"MOM!" shouted Wilbur. The frogs froze at Wilbur's sudden outburst. "Please…don't torture me with that old stuff."

Franny giggled. "Sorry Wilbur…I couldn't help myself. Well…since its Friday…why don't you go see what the family's up to? Or you can check up on your dad!"

"Yeah...okay…"

Wilbur reluctantly gave his mom a kiss on the cheek and walked off with his back hunched. Franny looked at him with worry, but proceeded to conduct her frogs, who began to sing and play the song from earlier…

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"LOOK OUT!!!!!"

Wilbur ducked nearly just in time as Uncle Gaston came shooting out of a canon while racing Aunt Billie's train. As per usual, the train made it across the finish line, whereas Gaston was plastered on the wall. Billie cried in triumph.

"Victory is mine!" she said in her funny accent. "You are no match for me Gaston!"

Gaston slid off from the wall and turned to face her, "You're lucky I let you win!"

"In your dreams, cannon boy," said Billie with a sly smile. She then noticed Wilbur and grinned. "Hey Wilbur! Do you want to race?"

Wilbur laughed nervously. 'No thanks Aunt Billie…I'm just passing through."

"REMATCH!!!!"

Billie turned to see Gaston, already getting inside his cannon. She gave him a wicked grin.

"You're on!" she said as she ran, with her control at hand. Wilbur didn't even bother to watch. He knew Billie would kick Gaston's butt every time.

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"Wilbur! I'm glad I caught ya. Have you seen my teeth anywhere?"

Wilbur sighed heavily. "No…I haven't seen your teeth Grandpa Bud. How is it that you always loose them?"

"Oh…it likes to run off…sneaky little devil," he said with a laugh. Wilbur sighed. He was used to his grandfather's eccentric behavior.

"Oh!" said Grandpa Bud suddenly. He picked up a newspaper and handed it to Wilbur. "Remember when that Allison girl came to interview Cornelius?"

"The hot chick with the stripes?" asked Wilbur. Grandpa Bud nodded reluctantly. "Yeah…of course I remember her…"

"Her article is on the front page!" said Bud with a grin. "I read it already. I thought maybe reading it would do you some good."

Wilbur smiled at his grandpa. "Thanks…I'll go upstairs and read it now…"

Before going upstairs, Wilbur nearly tripped over Buster, the family dog. He couldn't help but notice that when Buster smiled, it wasn't with his sharp teeth, but with big molars.

"Grandpa…I think I found your teeth…"

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Wilbur allowed himself to fall on top of his bed. He took the newspaper and read the title and the heading below it.

TODAYLAND'S FINEST INVENTORS

Two different inventors. Two different dreams.

Both came true

By Allison Weatherly

Okay…the title was sorta cheesy, but as he read further into the article, he enjoyed it. His father's interview seemed to go off without a hitch. He especially loved the part where Al asked him about how he achieved his goal:

"At the time, I was 12 and living in an orphanage. I dwelled too much in the past; believing that I had no future. Then, a certain special someone popped into my life and showed me that I had a future worth seeing. I just had to keep my head held high, be patient and keep moving forward. That is the message I try to convey in my company. We keep moving forward, looking for new ideas as curiosity leads us down new paths."

Wilbur ginned. He knew that he was "special someone" that popped into his life when he was 12. Hard to believe that his dad would still remember him.

As he kept reading, he got to the 2nd section of the interview that started talking about the new inventor. Wilbur gasped.

"Bowler Hat Guy!" he shouted.

Mike Yagoobian's interview was shorter than Cornelius Robinsons', but it seemed a little weird to Wilbur that he would get accredited so fast. He still didn't trust him. Just because his dad does, doesn't mean he has to.

I better show dad the newspaper, thought Wilbur. And with that, he ran upstairs to the lab observatory.

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"Hello? Yes! Its gone…are you sure no one from the lab took it? Oooh…well get everyone to keep an eye on it…thanks Lizzy…oh and that reminds me…your red ants have been escaping the office and biting people. Do you think you could restrain them? Thanks…okay…talk to you later…bye…"

Wilbur walked in to see his father busy making phone calls. It was kind of weird to see his dad in a stressed out mode…even if he is that way all the time.

"Hey! Glad I caught ya!" said Cornelius as he phoned another person. "Do you know who took the time machine? I can't find it…no? Geez…who took it?...well, keep an eye on for me okay? Thanks…"

Cornelius hung up the phone with a distressed look on his face. He sighed heavily and noticed Wilbur standing there. He immediately got out of his slump and gave Wilbur a hearty smile.

"Hey Wilbur!" he said with a fake smile. "How was school?"

"Dad…cut the act," responded Wilbur hastily. "What's up with the time machine?"

Cornelius sighed and sat in a chair. "I don't know…both were here last time I checked and now the red ones gone! I thought someone from Robinson Industries might have took it to put gas into it, but no one seems to have taken it…I don't know what to do…"

Wilbur patted his dad's shoulder. "It's okay Dad. I'm sure you'll find out who did it."

"Yeah…hopefully."

Wilbur walked over to a sign in the lab that had the words "DUPLICATOR" in big words.

"Dad? What's this?"

"Oh…that's my duplicator," he said while cleaning his glasses. "Robinson Industries has one to help mass produce my inventions. Every company has one now, but ours is a lot more up to date and faster. I made one in my lab just in case I need it for some reason…Oh…and I just remembered…"

He let his chair slide over to another desk where there were papers and tools scattered everywhere. After a little bit of digging, Cornelius picked up two small inventions and handed them to Wilbur. One looked like a pocketknife while the other looked like a watch.

'That one," said Cornelius referring to the pocket knife, "Is a grappling hook."

A voice suddenly came out of the intercom. "Boys! Dinner time!"

Both of them heard it, but they both ignored it. He showed Wilbur by pressing a button and a small little hook on a rope came out. With a press of another button, he swung the rope and let it go and it caught on to a pipe. Cornelius pressed another button and it zipped back into the pocketknife. He gave it to Wilbur.

"Cool!" he responded. "What's that one?"

Cornelius picked up the watch and pressed a few buttons and a virtual map came out of it.

'It's a Location Scanner," he said. "You just type in the name of a desired place or person you want to find and it tells you where it is. Neat huh?"

"Yeah…"said Wilbur. "They do seem too little…"

"Yeah I know," responded Cornelius. "I admit…I have been goofing off a little lately. I'm sure these inventions will come in handy some day."

Suddenly, Franny's voice could be heard in the intercom. "Boys! I'm not going to repeat myself! Don't make me come down there!"

Both of them smiled at one another.

"We better get up there before you mom comes down and uses her karate on us," sai Cornelius with a chuckle.

"Way ahead of you,' responded Wilbur.

Both of them laughed as they took turns going up the travel tubes placed in Cornelius' lab. They would arrive into the dining room in no time flat.

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Whoo! That was fun to write. I metioned Lizzy in there just because she seemed like a funny character in the movie and I found it amuzing that she didn't like Lewis all that much, so I made her work for him. Ha ha! Yeah...I did take some of Walt Disney's quote and put it into Cornelius' quote in the newspaper. Things will get interesting in the next chapter! I assure you. I already started writing the chapters and it's a lot of fun playing around with Wilbur's character.

Thanks for reading!

-Kim