A/N: Sorry about that lovely disappearance. I went out of the country for nine days and didn't take my computer with me. Then when I got home, I decided that I hated the six hundred words I had typed for this chapter, so I deleted those six hundred words and started over. I think that I like how this chapter fits into the story, and it does the same thing that the other chapter was going to do. So yeah, I'm pretty happy with this entry. Oh and I'm going to clarify this as well, Mary-Jane is blond. I like her better that way. Not blond, blond like Cornelius, but still blond.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Meet the Robinsons, just my amazing plot line.

"Cornelius Robinson," Franny shouted as she stormed into the bedroom that they shared. "You were so out of line. You call your son right now and you apologize to him." Her hands were pressed to her hips and she was tapping her foot on the ground before her.

Her husband turned his blue eyes up to her and sighed. He slowly took his glasses off and sat them on the bedside table. "Franny," he started slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's not that easy."

"Yeah, it is. Just pick up the phone and call your son."

"He's the one in the wrong, Franny." Mrs. Robinson, out of pure anger, tossed the pillow from the chaise lounge at her husband. Not being able to see, the blond was greeted by the rough fabric of the pillow. "What the heck Franny?" the man exclaimed as he rubbed the side of his face.

"You are that boy's FATHER; you should never be the one to say that HE was in the wrong. He's a CHILD; he's supposed to be in the wrong. That's how he learns," Franny said through gritted teeth. She reached for another pillow, but before she could throw it he moved out of the bed and towards her. "You're his father. You should know better, he's just a child." Tears fell from her eyes as she sank down to the carpet in front of the lounge. "I just want my son back. You're pushing him away. He's still a kid, he needs his mother."

Cornelius sighed and placed his glasses on the bridge on his nose, then sat beside his wife. "He wants to grow up to quickly, Franny. I know that he's a child, ad you know that he's a child. However, he thinks that he's a man. He thinks that he's old enough to be married and live with some girl." Franny shot her husband a look through her tears. She really liked Kolbie, and hated when Cornelius called her 'that girl' or 'some girl'. "Not that there's anything wrong with," he paused, "Kolbie. It's just she seems like a huge distraction." He ran his fingers through his hair and then pulled Franny close. "I'm not trying to push him away. He's going through his rebellious stage later in life. So if he wants to be treated like a man, then I'll treat him like one."

"You hit him though," Franny interrupted.

"Saw his eye, did you?" Franny snorted and he sighed again. "That was a reflex. He hit, so I hit back. It was not intentional, I did apologize."

Franny wiped her tears on her sleeve and leaned into his side. "It just seems that you are so," she tried to find a word, "strange whenever Wilbur comes around. Actually, you're becoming stranger as the days pass. Are you experimenting on yourself?" He shook his head and smiled. "I was just wandering. Well, I had planned on kicking you out of the bedroom and telling you to sleep in the garage or on the sofa, but you seem sincere. You can stay, for now." He shoved her gently. "Seriously, call him."

The blond rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak. However, he before his could respond there was a soft knock at the door. Franny was the one to call the knocker into the room. After a moment of the knob rattling, a head of blond hair poked into the room. The girl turned her head up towards the bed and then towards the chase. She spotted her mother with her arms crossed and her father with a lifted eyebrow.

"What are you doing up?" Cornelius asked. The girl pushed the door open and fully entered the room. "Your mother put you to bed hours ago." The blond walked slowly to the man, but she stopped and turned to her mother.

"I couldn't sleep," Mary-Jane replied and she buried her head under her mother's chin. The room was quiet for a moment. "Amy's parents got a divorce last year. She said that it was hard. She never sees her dad anymore, and her mom is married to another man. He's a police officer." The two parents exchanged looks. "She said that they never talk to each other and it's like her father doesn't exist." She pulled out of her mother's grasp and sat on the lounge, while her parents remained on the floor in front of it. "Are you and mommy getting a divorce?"

"No, honey," her father answered immediately and her mother shook her head in agreement. "Why?"

"Because you're always angry and yelling," the young girl squeezed the stuffed animal she had in her arms so hard that Cornelius was sure the eyes were going to pop out.

"Daddy's just stressed, baby," Franny supplied when Cornelius gave her a look that begged for help.

"Oh," she replied. "Is the stress making you hate Wilbur, too?"

Silence passed between the family. "I don't hate your brother. He and Daddy are just on different pages right now. We just aren't getting along, but I don't hate your brother."

"Oh," she said again. After a moment, she slipped off the chase and went to the door. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," the Mr. and Mrs. chorused.

Distantly a clock chimed midnight and the inventor stirred. He gently pushed his wife off his shoulder and rose from the bed. After grabbing his robe off the hook on the door, he walked out of the room. He walked down the curved hall, his feet leaving footprints in the carpet, and to the stairs. His hand found the dark wood of the railing and he used it to guide his way down to the first floor. He then turned to walk to the garage. Silently, he opened the door and slipped into the hovercraft. The craft started quietly, Cornelius quickly turned the lights off, and he pulled out of the garage without incident.

Now he was on the road, his bare feet pressed against the cold metal of the pedal. He sped through the streets, trying to get to his destination as soon as possible. The streets once he reached the city were almost empty. The streets were eerily quiet, but the inventor didn't seem to notice. His mind was set on getting to his destination. Due to the lack of other vehicles, all lights were green to him, even red ones. Darkened building sped by. Then the buildings slowly started to disappear as the inventor exited the city. Soon there was something but grass and hills, and the occasional house.

The inventor made a sharp left, up a paved driveway, and disappeared into the neglected trees. The inventor pulled to a stop just outside of the house and stepped out. The driveway was chipped here, and bruised his naked feet, but the inventor walked as if he didn't notice. The house before him was grey. However, in the moonlight the spots were the shutters used to be were white. The inventor approached the dirty red door and knocked once, the door opened with an eerie creak. In stepped the inventor, not bothering to close the door and walked to the basement. There he met another door. He knocked, but this door didn't open.

There was a rustle from behind the door and then the sound of a lock clicking.

"I thought that you weren't coming," the voice said from behind the door as it opened. The inventor entered the door and it was closed behind him. The lights flicked on and a brown haired man appeared from behind the door. "Well now that you are here…" The inventor was ushered to the chair in front of him, which the inventor sat in quickly. Metal straps quickly covered the man's wrist and ankles.

"They know," another voice said to the brown haired man. "Henry, they know."

The man named Henry clicked his tongue and turned to the voice. "Do they? So what you are saying is that your theory has failed. That you aren't the inventor that you say you are." The inventor in the chair slumped, the man in the corner scoffed, and Henry chuckled. "They know nothing." He pulled a chip from the chaired inventor and held it in his palm. With his free hand his pressed a blue button and another inventor appeared. Henry placed the chip into the slot at the base of the skull of the new inventor.

"They know," the voice insisted.

"Mr. Robinson, they know nothing." There was a pause. "Well, actually they know that you are tearing your family apart. That's all they need to know."

"You're not going to get away with this," Cornelius growled from his confined corner. He watched as Henry activated the clone.

"It seems that I already have, Cornelius. You'll see your family fall apart just like I watched mine," Henry replied, as the clone of the Great Inventor left the basement and headed back to the craft.

"Henry, stop this. This is mad," Cornelius, the real Cornelius, shouted at the man that was holding him hostage.

"Yes, it is isn't it?" Henry replied as he left the room and turned the light off. "But mad is fun, isn't it?" he asked closing the door.

A/N: Hmm, I think that the last part was a bit confusing, but I think it's understandable. So yeah, I hope you enjoyed.