Title: A Failed Attempt
By: @shleigh
Based On: Disney’s Meet the Robinsons

“So mom, you look nice today….” Thirteen year old Wilbur Robinson complemented his mom with a suspicious grin spread across his face. Franny Robinson looked up from Frankie and the Frogs’ new song she was working on and gave her son a look.
“What do you want, Wilbur?”She asked. Wilbur tapped the tips of his fingers on the royal blue kitchen countertop nervously.
“You know, I had my eye on the new orange nitrous pack for my hover board that just came in a day or three ago,” he dragged out slowly then sped up to his normal pace, “and I really, really need it because everyone in the world has it except for me.” He started to stick his finger in the open jar of peanut butter that Carl, the Robinson family robot was using to fix the peanut butter and jelly equalizer, but Franny lightly smacked his hand away as he took a glob out of the jar.
“In the world?” Franny questioned her son’s sarcasm.
“A lot of people, mom.” Wilbur corrected her with a wad of gooey peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth.
“Wilbur, it looks like you’re asking for my card again.”
“I know, mom, but this is a social associated thing.” He finally cleared his mouth of the peanut butter.
“I really don’t want to do this, but if you are going to start some kind of persuasive speech that is going to drive crazy till’ no end, then I’ll give you the card. And this is the last time for the next few months, mister…” Franny caved and took her SpeedyCard out of her small red purse and slid it across the sleek counter top. Wilbur dropped the pen he was tooling with and snatched the card, feeling the power of money pulse through his body.
“Ok, Franny, so I will be back here later and on time, just the way you like it.” He speed-talked casually walking out the door. Franny Robinson was too quick and caught what her son was getting to and grabbed him by the shirt collar right before he was going to leave the room.
“Not so fast.”
“New shirt mom…” Wilbur gestured to his mother fixing his shirt and checking to see if there were pull-marks.
“Remember, this is not free money, Wilbur, and if I find that the bill contains one or more packs of nitrous within the text, you are grounded.”
“I know, mom, grounded, one nitrous pack, got it.” He said flipping the card into the air and landing in his open palm, being more and more fascinated by how high he can throw it. He threw it high enough for his mom to snatch it right out the air so she knew he was listening.
“Hey…”
“Got it?”
“Yes…” He sighed heavily as Franny placed the card back into his grabby hands.
“You better get to the mall now before I decide to take my card back.” She warned. Wilbur ran out the door and then stopped and decided to pop another difficult question.
“Can I take the time machine?” He added suddenly with a worried expression on his face sporting a small, hopeful smile as well.
“Why do you want to take the time machine? You’re not traveling to another time period…”Franny hesitated. She really didn’t want her son to take the time machine and get into another accident, “Just take the bubble.” She then offered.
“Everyone takes the bubble, mom.” Wilbur whined, “…And I want a super-cool ride…” He input lowering his tone.
“You’re not getting into another accident, Wilbur, or letting it get stolen.” Franny took out of her thoughts.
“Mom, that was only one time…and I got it fixed…”
“Yea, by your father.”
“Well, he’s really good at that stuff.” Wilbur sat down again and started to swivel the chair he was on out of sheer boredom.
“So, are you going or what?” Franny warned again. Wilbur hopped off his chair and bolted out the door as Franny followed him out. She watched him walk down the porch and before he can let him do what she thought what he was going to do, she called after him.
“You are not sneaking the time machine. You’re taking the bubble.”
“Fine…” He growled under his breath. Wilbur waited till his mother was back inside. When she was out of sight, Wilbur started his plan. He took a sharp turn off of the sidewalk and on to the fresh, clean-cut grass. Looking as casual as can be, he shoved his fists into his pockets and looked around. Cautiously, he snuck across the grass in his converse high-tops until he hit the driveway’s pavement. Again, looking around in the other direction, he felt around for the garage door code box and tapped the numbers in and rested his right thumb on the scanner. The code box spoke out in a robotic monotone, “Access Granted. Wilbur Robinson. Welcome to the Garage.”  
The door opened and Wilbur snuck in. There it was, the time machine Mach II, glistening in the sunlight. Wilbur ran quietly towards the time machine and was about to touch it when the intercom clicked on. Shocked, Wilbur froze to an immediate stop.
“Wilbur …bubble!” Franny scolded her son. Then the intercom clicked off. Wilbur sighed in failure and left the garage to head for the mall.