DISCLAIMER!: I do not own the rights to meet the robinsons or The incredibles, but I'm a huge fan of meet the robinsons (shame they never made a sequel) Well anyway I hope you enjoy this new chapter, please R&R (No flames please) thanks!

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Wilbur dragged his feet back into his house and up the mile long stairs (his mother had the automatic stairs removed because she believed Wilbur was becoming 'unfit'). Wilbur collapsed on his bed but unable to get any sleep because it was already mid day and the sun was shining brightly through his green curtains.

Wilbur's pov

I practically collapsed onto my bed and instantaneously regretted it seeing as it smelt like a year old fish. I screwed up my nose to block out the unbearable smell seeping through my nostrils, I can hear the faint hum of frogs coming from the room below. My thoughts couldn't help but refer back to our new neighbours; they didn't seem like the 'type' to live here. Most people who decide to live here our stubborn, arrogant snobs who are only looking for a status in the city by being neighbours with the 'great' Cornelius Robinson. I really cannot help but roll my eyes when I hear that phrase being said in the street.

"Keeping moving on he says" Wilbur muttered "The only thing he can't move on from is his work to his family"

I know what i say is true though. He hadn't found time for us since he started working on 'A huge project which will change the world forever'. Today had been the first time I've seen him in a week; I mean come on what is so big that you can't possibly see your son for a week!

I can feel a burning sensation in my face. It was anger. I couldn't help but throw my alarm clock at the light grey wall in front of me, its useless anyway never went off at the right time!

3rd person pov

Franny clearly heard the smash from the room above because she was treading carefully up the stairs until she was outside of Wilbur's door beginning to turn the handle. She looked to see her son sulking against his pillow.

"Poor boy." she thought "Its been hard on him I guess, not seeing his father as much."

"I've already mowed the lawn what more could you want?" Wilbur moaned.

"I heard a smash and was wondering if you were ok?" Franny said sternly peering down at her son.

"Yeah, my alarm clock just fell no big deal."

"from the other side of the room?"

Wilbur couldn't find the time to think of an excuse. " Yeah." he shrugged.

"If theres anything you want to talk-"

"I'm fine, just leave me alone"

Franny glared at him.

"Please." He said almost begging.

"Well okay.." Franny sighed and began to leave the room, looking back at her son sympathising with him.

"One last thing!" Wilbur called after his mum.

"Yes?" She asked.

"The new neighbours have arrived." he grunted.

"Oh, didn't you speak to them?"

"I didn't get the chance."

"Would you like to come and meet them?"

Silence. Franny didn't feel the need to stay, she knew her son and this wasn't him. Deep down Wilbur did want to meet this family and find out who they were, but it didn't cross his mind until after he answered plus right now he wanted to be left alone. Thinking about his dad always made him feel this way and the whole family knew it.

Wilbur placed sat on his blue swivel chair and placed his dirty shoes on the desk and grabbed his favourite book 'Peter Pan'. It was a book he found in the room where his Grandfather keeps all his ancient artifacts. Wilbur found the books exceptionally interesting because of its language; it used words he had never heard or seen in life. Wilbur was jealous of Peter Pan; he never had and shoes to fill in because he had no one to live up to.

"Oh how wonderful that would be." Wilbur thought "To never grow up, to live in the present and not worry about living up to expectations!"

the thought brought a wicked smile to Wilbur's face, he couldn't help but laugh.

tap, tap, tap

Wilburs head shot up from his daydream, he could hear Spike and Dimitri asking the 'victim' to push one or the others doorbell. He heard a frightened squeak and shot down stairs to open the door before the butler could get it.

He flung open the door so fast, the gush of wind almost sent the poor girl standing at the doorstep flying. The girl he saw from earlier was there with widened eyes.

"Oh. uh. Sorry?" Wilbur gulped.

"No its ok.." The girl spoke quietly.

"Can I help you?" He stuttered.

She made a faint smile and nodded. "Your mum asked me to come here to get your automatic crate opener seeing as ours has gone missing."

"Uh. ok. come in and make yourself at home whilst I go find it." Wilbur walked backward almost stumbling over his own couch. This made the girl giggle.

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