Author's Note: Whoops … I forgot the disclaimer the last couple of times … don't sue me! –cries–

Disclaimer: I do not own Meet the Robinsons … Disney does. How sad.

Thanks to doodlegirll and Ember 411 for reviewing, and to doodlegirll, SunSation Gal 07 and Chaos the little devil for putting this story on their favourites!

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Lewis waved goodbye to the smiling, cheerful Robinson family. His future family.

"Farewell, future brother-in-law," Art's voice rose above the loud farewells of the rest of them.

"See you later, Lewis!" Bud cheered.

"Oh, don't forget the mashed potatoes!" Lucille waved merrily at him.

Lewis grinned, attributing the randomness to the fact that Lucille was a Robinson, just like he would be some day.

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Of course, even Lewis never would have imagined there was a story behind that. It wouldn't happen for another year or so, anyway.

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"Lucille!" A black haired woman wiped her hands on her apron as a young boy dashed into the kitchen.

"Hi, Lewis," she greeted the young boy happily.

"Franny's family is having a picnic in about an hour, and I'm invited! Can I go?"

"Well, sure," Bud answered the question as he entered the front hallway. He and Lucille smiled fondly at Lewis. They thoroughly approved of the Framagucci family, and enjoyed that Lewis had someone to spend time with.

"I'll make something for you to bring along," Lucille promised, going into the kitchen. "How about mashed potatoes?" Lewis nodded in agreement as Buster, their dog, scampered into the hallway and leapt at Lewis, panting excitedly.

"Down boy, down!" the boy demanded, laughing. Buster obediently backed away and sat, thumping his tail on the floor.

Lucille bustled around the kitchen, methodically peeling potatoes and dropping them in a pot of water. Bud sauntered in backwards, fixing his polka-dotted bowtie.

"Boo!" Bud quickly gave Lucille a small push from behind, causing her to drop the bowl of half-mashed potatoes. She eyed the splatters of creamy-white goo on her kitchen floor and turned to Bud. Bud shrank back involuntarily, a look of alarm in his eyes. Lucille slowly bent down and picked up a handful of potato.

"Uh oh," Bud muttered. The white glop whacked him in the face. "Tastes good," he said hopefully, trying valiantly to redeem himself. All it earned him was another faceful of mashed spuds. He shook them off, and chucked another scoop of potatoes back at Lucille – and the fight was on.

Half an hour later, the kitchen was covered with globs of potato. Lewis walked in just then, skidding to a halt at the mess. Bud and Lucille were standing sheepishly in the middle of the room. A moment later, none of them were quite sure how it happened, they were all laughing hysterically.

"Oh, that was fun," Bud wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.

"I haven't had so much fun in years!" Lucille added.

"What will I bring to Franny's picnic now?" Lewis asked, still giggling a bit.

"I made cookies earlier," Lucille suggested brightly. At that, they all burst into random fits of laughter again. Lewis realized that they had just created history; the tradition of the Robinson food fight.

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Author's Note: I apologize for the shortness. ): The chapters are getting progressively shorter ... but I promise I'll try and make the next one longer!

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