Hey guys! I'm so sorry for keeping the suspense going the past week or so! I was so busy, and I ran out of ideas for this chapter, so I wrote most of it during school hours (as a matter of fact, I'm typing it during school hours right now because I have no homework!). I hope this chapter will be a fun one to read.

I should mention that this chapter takes place a week later. I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons", but I do own my OC's Karena and Jonathan (her father). Enjoy!

My dad and I arrived at the Robinson house three hours before Wilbur's graduation ceremony, and we were greeted by a huge group hug from the whole Robinson family.

"Thank you for rescuing my little buddy," Carl said with joy.

"You are definitely a Robinson at heart," Bud commented.

"One of a kind!" Billie chimed in.

"Thank you, thank you everyone," I replied with laughter.

"We have something to show you," Franny said as she walked in with a dressed-up Wilbur. "We all think you two will love it."

My dad and I followed the family outside to the backyard, and we stopped when the entire Robinson family turned to face us.

"Jonathan and Karena Edwards," Lucille started.

"It is our honor to present to you..." Tallulah continued.

"Karena's Hope!" Laszlo finished, and everyone separated to stand aside. I gasped at the sight in front of me; it was a garden! I could see lilies and sunflowers and tulips as well as tomatoes and grapevines and cucumbers growing in the garden as I walked forward. There were all sorts of flowers growing in the gardens, and my dad had his mouth open the whole time. We continued to walk until we approached a twig with a sign that said "The Evelyn Tree."

"It will be a cherry tree once it grows to full size," Wilbur said. "So what do you think?"

"Ohmygosh I love it!" I exclaimed, looking back at my boyfriend.

"This is perfect," my dad responded. "Eve had always wanted a garden, but we lived in an apartment."

"And Mom loved cherries," I said smiling. "Oh, she would love it if she was here."

"I think she already knows," Wilbur replied, looking up to the sky.

"And this is yours, Karena," Laszlo said. "It was Franny's idea after Wilbur told her the story."

"This is all mine?!" I exclaimed with a huge smile.

"Come on over anytime to tend to it," said the raven-haired boy. "I got you started a couple weeks ago."

"Wilbur Robinson, a gardener?" I asked jokingly.

"Gotta do something while grounded," Wilbur answered, turning red.

"Well, we're going to...get dressed for the graduation ceremony," Franny announced with hesitation, and the whole family except for Wilbur left for the house.

"I'm gonna talk to Cornelius," my dad said. "I'll see you later." He left for the house as well, leaving me and Wilbur alone. We stared for about a couple minutes before walking toward each other. We united in front of where the cherry tree was going to be at. I looked into my boyfriend's eyes, and I smiled.

"How did you guys do it?" I asked.

"Laszlo was the organizer, and Tallulah and I planted the flowers and food where he wanted them to go. As for the cherry tree, my mom and I planted it together, and we decided to name it after your mom." Wilbur then smiled, and he placed a hand on my cheek. "The tree should take about 2-9 years to grow."

"I so want my wedding pictures to be taken here," I said in awe. "I've always loved the blossoms on cherry trees. When I was little, my parents would always take me to Washington, D.C. We would take walks everyday, and my mom and I would stop to smell the flowers."

"My parents would do that too," Wilbur replied. "But it rarely happens now because my dad is so busy with his work."

"Are there any cherry trees in Todayland?" I asked.

"This one's the only one."

"So I do have a question that has nothing to do with cherry trees," I said, changing the subject. "How did Canada turn into North Montana? Is that where we're at now?"

"Yes, this is North Montana," Wilbur replied with a laugh. "Some people in Alberta and Saskatchewan wanted to join the United States. So the president back in 2018 decided that half of Alberta and half of Saskatchewan would form North Montana, the 51st state."

"And you know this, how?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. The time machine?

"One: time travel, and two: history class." Eh, close enough.

"So where did that star go on the flag?" I asked.

"They had to redesign the flag, so they created a star in the blue box, 10 for each point with one star in the middle, totalling it up to 51 stars...or states. The stripes stayed the same because they represented the original 13 colonies."

"This is a very interesting history lesson here," I replied.

"Dinnertime, lovebirds!" Wilbur and I turned around to see Tallulah skating towards us.

"I'm gonna...change clothes," Wilbur said with hesitation. "I'll meet you there." Wilbur ran toward the house, leaving me and Tallulah in the garden.

"So, do you skate?" Tallulah asked, and she pulled out a pair of roller skates in the form of tennis shoes. I smiled, and I took the skates.

"I love to skate," I replied while changing my shoes. "But do these work in grass?"

"Oh, totally!" Tallulah answered with enthusiasm. "Cornelius, my cousin, found a way to have fun with exercise anywhere, no matter if you're inside or outside." She paused as I stood back up. "You know, we need to get you a new hat."

"Just as long as it's not full of fruit," I said, remembering the disturbing hat Lewis wore a month ago when he came here. We started to skate back toward the house.

"So what design would you like on your new hat?" Tallulah asked.

"You know what?" I replied with a smirk. "Surprise me."

"You got it, girl!" Tallulah exclaimed as we approached our seats in the dining room. As I reached my seat, my dad, who would be sitting next to me and Art, gave me a confused look.

"Since when do you roller-skate in the house?" my dad asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My sis does it all the time!" Laszlo replied, flying above us.

"This is one weird family," my dad said.

"And we're proud of it!" Wilbur replied, taking his seat next to me and his mom.

"Honey," Franny asked with an eyebrow raised. "Why aren't you in your suit?"

"Mom, there is no way I am wearing a suit when there's a food fight," Wilbur answered with a stern face.

"Food fight?" my dad asked with uneasiness. "Oh geez..." I placed a hand on my dad's shoulder.

"Whenever you hang out with the Robinsons," I told him. "A food fight is a lot of fun."

"Here we go, ladies and gentlemen," Carl announced. "Dinner is served!" And all the mini-Carls popped out with plates of meatloaf and placed them in front of us.

"Good thing I made a few extra chairs," Cornelius said. "I wouldn't want you two to stand up."

"We want you to feel at home," Carl chimed in. "Especially on the night of Wilbur's graduation."

"So you guys have meatloaf on Thursdays?" I asked the family.

"Yup," the raven-haired teenager replied. "Meatloaf is on Thursdays; spaghetti on Fridays; pizza on Saturdays; anything on Sundays; steak and potatoes on Mondays; tacos on Tuesday; and chicken and rice on Wednesdays."

"What about lunch?" my dad asked with interest.

"Anything you wish," Art answered. "Then again, I'm delivering pizzas during the time."

"I teach my frogs new music," Franny replied, and all the Robinsons started to chime in their activities.

"I'm hard at work at Robinson Industries."

"I improve my meatball cannon!"

"I invent my fireproof pants!"

"I bake cookies!"

"I paint a picture!"

"I make hats!"

"I operate my toy train!"

"And I'm in school," Wilbur said, then he sighed. "I'm so glad I'm done for the summer."

"You guys must be real busy here," my dad responded.

"And we're proud of it!" Bud exclaimed.

"Okay, who made this meatloaf?" I asked.

"I did, Miss Karena," Carl answered.

"Oh, just call me Karena," I replied. "The meatloaf's awesome!" And just as I said that, I got hit in the head with a meatball. I knew where the meatball came from, and I gave a certain person a glare.

"Ha! You won't get away that easily with your meatballs." I threw the meatball at Gaston, but then I felt some potatoes hit my ponytail. I turned to see who threw those, and I gave Franny and Cornelius a glare.

"Wasn't us," Cornelius said with a smile and both his hands up...and Franny threw her peas at him. "Now that's not nice, honey!" I noticed that Wilbur wasn't in his seat, and I figured it was him who threw the potatoes. I looked under the table, and there he was with an 'I didn't do it' grin.

"Oh, no you don't, Robinson!" I yelled, throwing some peas at my boyfriend. I then shot back up the table, and now the whole family was in a food fight.

"Get back here, missy!" I heard my boyfriend yell as he came back to the table and grabbed his peas. He started tossing them not only to me, but his family and my dad as well. My dad, however, didn't seem fazed by it.

"This is weird on so many levels," he muttered as Art threw his meatloaf at him. My dad then grew a big smirk on his face and tossed his meatloaf at Art, but it hit Laszlo instead.

Soon enough, all of us were covered in meatloaf, peas, and potatoes as we headed back to our seats. I wondered if we eat what was thrown to us; I found my answer when Carl 'vacuumed' the food off our clothes and put if back on the plates. I still had my meatloaf, but I gained an awful lot of potatoes.

"So, do we do this with dessert, too?" my dad asked. "Because I actually had a lot of fun with this fight."

"It depends," Wilbur answered. "If it's not exciting, then yes, we fight with dessert."

"Oh, Karena," Cornelius spoke up, and I turned my head toward his voice. "You have been accepted into Todayland University. Franny and I will give you a tour at a later date."

"Oh thank you!" I exclaimed. "How would payment work, exactly?"

"We'll get you started," Cornelius answered. "Then you can go from there."

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter's needs," my dad chimed in.

"When your daughter asked us to help her find an apartment," Franny responded. "How could we refuse? And Cornelius offered to help with the payment."

"We may be billionaires," the Father of the Future said. "But we always see to it that everyone has what they need."

"So how did you get into the business?" my dad asked.

"Well, it all started out when I was an orphan..."

All of us listened to Cornelius Robinson's story about his youth while finishing our meals, anxious and excited about the upcoming hour.

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We all sat on the bleachers in the gymnasium at Todayland High School, anxiously waiting for Wilbur to appear among the graduates of Tomorrowland Elementary School's Class of 2037. I sat next to my dad and Franny Robinson, who graduated from the same school years ago, but it was called Joyce Williams Elementary School back then.

"What year did you graduate, Franny?" I asked the raven-haired woman.

"I was in the Class of 2009," Franny answered.

"And I was in the class of 2008," Cornelius chimed in. "I graduated 8th grade a year early and then completed high school and college by the time I turned 14."

"Fourteen?!" my dad exclaimed.

"Would this be getting a bachelor's graduated, or getting a Ph.D. graduated?" I asked the Father of the Future.

"Master's degree, actually," Cornelius answered. "I got my Ph.D. a year later."

"What was your field?" I asked.

"Physics and chemistry," Cornelius replied.

"Here he comes!" Tallulah exclaimed as we all turned toward the stage to see Wilbur Robinson walking on the floor with a black graduation robe, but no cap as his cowlick shined with the light on his hair. He had a proud smile on his face, and he waved to us before turning at the back of the gym and back toward his seat. I still find it hard to believe I'll be graduating from high school tomorrow in my world as the principal started the introduction of the ceremony. He talked about how the past turned into today and the students' lives as small children toward being teenagers and all that jazz.

He went on to introduce the honor roll, high honor roll, and board scholar students. Franny and Cornelius stood up when their son was called up to the stage as an honor roll student, to my surprise.

"What grade did he get the worst?" I asked Franny.

"He was never that big into math," Franny answered. "Like his dad, he does well with science, and like me, English."

"He also loves history," Cornelius chimed in. "Maybe that's why he takes the time machine."

We stopped taling to listen to the choir sing For Good. I clapped my hadns together with glee...quietly, because I loved this song from the musical Wicked. The choir sang so well with the melodies and harmonies combined together. I honestly thought they sounded better than my choir; I'm one of the few people in my choir who actually sing their hearts out. We clapped as the song ended, and I looked over to see Franny clapping dreamily with a smile on her face.

"I sang this song for my graduation as well," Franny said. "I was the soloist in the beginning."

"Why don't you teach music at school?" I asked her.

"Someone's gotta take care of her child," the woman answered. "Plus, teaching frogs music is good enough for me until Wilbur graduates high school."

I smiled at Franny's answer as I got up to sit next to Tallulah as I had a question for her.

"Are you and Laszlo in college, or...how old are you?" I asked.

"We're getting our bachelor's degrees next year," Tallulah answered.

"So you're...21-ish?"

"Yep! We turn 22 September 8th."

All of a sudden we heard the "Pirates of the Caribbean" theme, and I moved back to my spot next to Franny and my dad. I turned my head toward the band, and I found Wilbur playing his saxophone.

"Saxophone? I thought he plays trumpet."

"I'm teaching him how to play trumpet," Franny replied. "The band teacher here taught him how to play sax."

"You're just teaching your son a lot of things, aren't ya?" I asked with a smirk.

"Oh goodness, all of us teach Wilbur something," said his mother as the song ended.

"Shh!" Laszlo exclaimed quietly. "The diplomas are being handed out."

All of us listened, one by one, to all the student's names being called out. There were 240 students altogether, and we had to wait until about row 12 to listen for my boyfriend's name. Just as Wilbur walked out of his row to be prepared for his name being called, his mom sniffed and wiped a tear.

"Wilbur James Cornelius Robinson." My mouth was wide open when I heard his name, and I chuckled a little bit.

"Okay, I know where Cornelius comes from, but where did James come from?"

"I've always liked the name," Franny answered. "And to add a little genius in here, we added Cornelius to it."

"And we give you Tomorrowland's Class of 2037!" And the audience was at an uproar as the recessional started to play. After all the graduates left the floor, we started to get out of the bleachers to greet Wilbur. Just as we reached the floor, Wilbur ran toward us and he excitedly hugged his parents with tears in his eyes. He broke the hug and came over to me. He had a huge grin on his face as we hugged each other. The whole Robinson family gathered around the graduate as pictures were being taken everywhere in the gym.

If you're wondering about the history lesson, it is made up, and I tried my best with the help of maps. Also, the graduation is somewhat related to mine. I did graduate jr. high in 2009, and I did sing "For Good" and played the "Pirates of the Caribbean" theme. But my class was much smaller than 150 students (there was only 70 from my class). So there you go. Two chapters to go!