A/N:

Well, here it is! My first 'Meet the Robinsons' fanfic! I will probably be working on this one more than my 'Star Wars' one for a while. Anyway, R&R people! :D

Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own Meet the Robinsons. Duh.

Wilbur hopped up the front steps of the Robinson home and was greeted by:

"Ring my doorbell!"

"No, ring my doorbell!"

Spike and Dimitri never gave up, did they? Wilbur put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows. "Come on guys, do you really think I need to ring the doorbell to get into my own house?" he said with a smirk.

"Aw, c'mon, just ring my doorbell!" begged Spike.

"No! If you're going to ring anyone's doorbell, ring mine!" Demitri interrupted.

"Guys,, can I please just go inside?" Wilbur shouted.

His shout was lost in Spike and Demitri's banter. Wilbur shook his head and chuckled. He reached over to open the door, when suddenly it was opened from the inside.

"Oh, heya Lefty." said Wilbur as he stepped inside. He dumped his book bag on the floor. As he walked through the house, he saw that pretty much his whole family was busy. Lazlo and Tallulah were fighting, again. Carl was no where to be found, Aunt Billie and Uncle Gaston were at their racing antics again, and as Wilbur ventured further into the hosue via tube, he could hear his mother and her all-frog band rehearsing.

He approached the music room, and opened the door enough to stick his head in. His mom glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him.

"Hi sweetie!" she nearly had to shout over the music. Wilbur smiled, and entered the room. He sat down a ways away from Franny, while the song went on for a minute or so more. When it ended, his mother called "That was great goys; take five!" Then she came over to Wilbur, hugged him, and asked, "How was school?"

"It was great!" Wilbur said enthusiastically. Though, he had practically failed his math homework, nearly gotten detention for daydreaming in science, and his social studies teacher had asked (yet again) what new developments were going on at Robinson Industries. Wilbur, of course, had to say "No comment" which made his teacher cross with him for the rest of class. He was just so happy that today was Friday. Earlier that week, his dad had told him that he would take him to a baseball game on Saturday. He had since been eagerly waiting for the week to hurry up and end. Most-likely failed algebra homework could wait.

"Boy, someone's in a good mood today," said his mom with a smile. "Hey Wilbur, why don't you go find Carl and see what's on the menu for dinner? I'm going to finish up here. Hopefully your father won't be late again."

Cornelius had bee coming home very late from work every night that week. That made Wilbur a tiny bit uneasy, since that meant that there was more than likely some big project going on, and there was a chance that his dad would have to work on Saturday.

"Okay," agreed Wilbur. "See you later Mom!" And he ran off just as the frogs were returning from their break. As he disappeared our the door, he heard his mom clap her hands and say "Okay, from the top!" Wilbur grinned, and ran off in search of Carl.

Wilbur decided to try his room; maybe Carl was there looking for him. Sure enough, when Wilbur burst through the door he found Carl standing in from of his desk.

"Just the robot I was loo-" Wilbur stopped short when Carl turned around, holding Wilbur's algebra paper and an unimpressed look on his face.

"Hey kid, how do you expect to explain this D- to your parents?" he asked. Wilbur ran over and snatched the paper away.

"That… is an excellent question. But nothing to be concerned about right now." Carl rolled his eyes. Wilburn tried not to let Carl kill his joy, but he was right. He'd have to explain his paper sooner or later. And right now, later sounded best. He had decided he would tell his dad after the game.

"Anyway; what's for dinner?" asked Wilbur, stuffing the paper in his desk.

"Nice way to change the subject," chided Carl. "But we're having spaghetti." Wilbur smiled. His favorite, for more reasons than one. He remembered a few months back to when he had left the garage door open, gone back in time, met Lewis, and brought him here. That chaotic spaghetti dinner was unforgettable. Though, dinner was almost always like that around his home. With the exception of a guest from the past, Bowler Hat Guy and the T-rex.

"Great! My favorite!" said Wilbur, and rushed out of the room.

"Wait! What about your paper!" called Carl.

Wilbur hadn't heard him however, and was already shooting up the travel tube. Carl sighed. "What are we gonna do with that kid?"