Hi, everybody and happy Valentine's day! This is my very first Meet the Robinsons fanfiction! Yay! Please note that the plot isn't finished yet and the so far completed plot may get a little...strange, but I like strange! Ok, so yes, I got the title a song in Anastasia, but the song has NOTHING to do with the story or plot, I just found the title worked for the plot and I suck at titles and Meet the Robinsons 2 was to cliché. Anyways, disclaimer: Everything (but the plot) belongs to Disney!

"Ok, it's really simple once you get the hang of it." Lewis says, trying to grab Wilbur's attention.

Wilbur had come to Lewis to ask him about some math equations for an upcoming test his parent's did know about. Lewis was more than happy to help, but the lesson is taking longer than expected.

"Ok, just give me a run through. I need to pass my test." Wilbur impatiently says.

Lewis rolls his blue eyes. Wilbur had been drifting off into his own world once again. He couldn't blame him, though. Lewis's friends always said how boring math class is. Lewis, on the other hand, finds math fun.

"Remember, a2 b2 c2 . You then plug in the numbers, in this case it's 5 and 12. So then 5 to the power of 2 is 25 and 12 to the power of 2 is 144. Got it, Wilbur?" Lewis asks.

Wilbur returns from his own world. "Yeah, I got it. So then 144 to the power of 2 is 12."

"No! Wilbur, pay attention." Lewis says, pointing to the page. "Why don't you ask your dad for help? He's smarter than me."

"Ok, two reasons for not asking for help at home. Number one." Wilbur says, holding up his index finger. "Dad always goes on rants of how the name of the subject came to be and who came up with it. Number two." Wilbur holds up two fingers now. "I need to get as far away from home as I can."

"Away from home? Why?" Lewis asks. "Did you fail another test?"

"No, I got close to failing, but that's not the point. The point is, Mom's been acting really weird. I mean weirder than usual."

"How?" Lewis asks.

"She gets happy one second, then angry the next, then sad, then happy all over again! She's driving me insane! I don't know when to talk to her or anything! Even Dad is freaked out. Grandma can talk to her the best because she doesn't get angry very easily." Wilbur explains.

"I think I know why she's acting strange." Lewis says, tapping his pencil against his bottom lip.

"What? Is it curable? Please let is be curable!" Wilbur says, mostly to himself.

"Maybe it's." Lewis lowers his voice slightly. "Her time of the month."

"What?" Wilbur asks.

"You know...starts with 'P' and it goes at the end of a sentence" Lewis says.

"Starts with 'P' and at the end of a sentence...oh!" Wilbur says. "You mean..." Wilbur clears his throat.

"Yes. Some people get moodier than others." Lewis explains.

"I guess you're right, but she just seems...I dunno, different." Wilbur shrugs.

"I'm sure she's gonna be ok. In a few days, she'll be back to normal. Now, enough about your mom, time for math." Lewis says.

Wilbur rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Don't give me attitude, young man." Lewis says playfully.

"I'm tired of math." Wilbur groans.

"Ok, we'll call it a day for math. What about science?" Lewis asks, hoping Wilbur needs help with it. Lewis enjoys nothing more than some science.

"I'm really good at science, well, better than my other classes." Wilbur says, proudly.

"Just tell me what you're doing so in case you get stuck, I can help you." Lewis suggests.

"I'm doing the thing with triangles and buildings." Wilbur says. After a pause he says, "I said I was better at science than all my other classes. I never said I had the best marks in the class."

"Ok, what about geography?" Lewis asks.

Wilbur sighs and drops his head on the desk. His head hits the desk harder than expected. Lewis hears him mutter something like, "Ow, I'm ok."

"I don't want to do homework. I think I'm so bored, I'm not bored. Is that even possible?" Wilbur asks, still muttering, but no as much. Wilbur brings his head up. "I know! I'll help you with your homework! I mean, I am a grade ahead of you!"

"Wilbur, I'm going to graduate from high school soon, remember?" Lewis asks.

Wilbur looks slightly disappointed. He's mostly glad that his idea didn't work so he didn't have to do more work.

"So, how's it going with you and Franny?" Wilbur asks, deliberately changing the subject.

"Fine." Lewis says.

"That's good. How about Carl? Have you invented him yet?" Wilbur asks.

"I'm working on him. It's tricky, though." The little genius says. "You know, Wilbur, sooner or later, your family will wonder where you are. It's getting late."

Wilbur sighs, but agrees with Lewis. He's risking getting grounded if he doesn't get home soon. The sun is setting already.

Wilbur returns home just as the sun is setting. It's so beautiful to watch, but Wilbur doesn't have time to watch sunsets. He has to get inside before dark, his curfew.

Wilbur silently goes in through the front door, not making a sound. The coast is clear. That's unusual. A house with so many people isn't usually so quiet. Wilbur goes into his room and hopes to act like he was studying the whole time.

Wilbur is so close to his room when he hears a familiar voice.

"Hey, there, little buddy."

He's caught.

"Oh, uh, hey, Carl." Wilbur says, trying not to sound suspicious.

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you all afternoon." Carl says.

"Oh, I was uh...studying, in my room. I had to take a bathroom break, but I'm ready to study some more." Wilbur says, hoping Carl will buy his lie. He knows it's hopeless, though. He's ready for the 'You do realize we can tell when you're lying' lecture.

"That's great, little buddy! Keep up the good work!" Carl says joyfully.

Carl leaves Wilbur stunned in the hall. No lecture, not even an angry glance!

Wilbur enters his very messy room. Part of the floor is scattered with homework assignments from three weeks ago. Most of the floor isn't visible. It amazes Franny that a room so big gets messy so easily. Clothes are scattered all around his bed. He needs to get himself a clothes hamper.

Wilbur throws his backpack and books onto his messy bed. He sits on his bed and starts to look over math again. He thinks back to what Lewis had told him, but it's all a blur. Wilbur takes his studying time and doodles on the back of his math sheets. He quickly turns his sheet over when he hears voices approaching. He can hear his mom and dad.

"Ok, so you're sure you told everyone not to tell him?" Cornelius asks.

"I told them twice. They won't say a word, no matter what. They want to surprise Wilbur too. I can't wait to see the look on his face!" Franny says.

"He'll be so excited!" Cornelius says.

Wilbur hears their footsteps going down the hall. What were they talking about? He wants to know, he has to know. He knows how to know. He'll ask Carl. Carl can't keep secrets from him.

Wilbur sneaks out of his room, on his quest to find Carl. He finds Carl in the garage.

"Hey, Carl." Wilbur says. "I heard Mom and Dad talking. They said something about a surprise that will make me excited. Do you by any chance know what it is?"

"Oh, my! Look at the time! It's getting so late! Time for bed." Carl says.

"But it's only 7:30!" Wilbur protests.

"Well, you know what they say, a good night's sleep keeps the doctor away!" Carl says.

"Ok, I understand." Wilbur says, his voice breaking. "You want to keep a secret from your best friend. I just thought best friends told each other everything, but I...I was wrong."

"Aw, come on, don't cry." Carl says.

Wilbur looks up at Carl with big sad eyes.

"Look, Franny told me the secret, but I crossed my circuits. I can't tell! This time, I will not tell for sure! This will not turn into last year's Christmas." Carl declares, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Ok, don't tell me, but could you at least give me a teeny, tiny hint?" Wilbur says, making a tiny hand gesture.

"Ok, one and only one teeny, tiny hint. Promise not to ask any more questions." Carl says.

Wilbur draws an invisible line across his chest.

"You can't tell anyone I said this, got that, little buddy? Ok. Here's the big hint!" Carl says. "Ready for it? Are you sure? Are you positive? I don't know if you're ready for a hint like this."

"Comeon already!" Wilbur says impatiently.

"Ok." Carl sighs. "I haven't seen your mother like this for about fourteen years. There, that's the hint. No more hints for you! Now off to bed! I thought you said you had to study!" Carl says.

"For fourteen years..." Wilbur repeats, trying to make sense of the hint. He wishes Lewis was with him, he'd know what Carl meant.

Wilbur makes his way back to his room, still thinking of the hint. What happened fourteen years ago? It must have been important. There was only one problem with Carl's hint. Wilbur wasn't even born fourteen years ago! He needs someone to help complete the puzzle. Who could he ask? Not Franny or Cornelius. They'd get suspicious of his sudden questions. Uncle Art would go on a rant about a pizza delivery, Uncle Gaston would talk about a cannon of some sort. Tallulah and Laszlo would rant about how they annoy each other and Fritz and Petunia would get mad at each other again. Billie would change to subject to trains and Joe doesn't talk that much. Spike and Dimitri would talk about doorbells and Lefty can't talk. That leaves two more Robinsons to ask. Grandpa Bud and Grandma Lucille. Grandpa Bud probably lost his teeth again, and Wilbur is in no mood to go on a teeth hunt. That leaves Grandma Lucille. Grandmothers can't keep secrets from their dear grandchildren. It's almost like a law.

"Hey, Grandma." Wilbur says, finding Lucille in the living room.

"Oh, Wilbur!" Lucille says cheerfully. "I haven't seen you all afternoon. Where were you?"

"I was at...uh, a friend's house. I needed some help on my math homework." Wilbur says.

Wilbur can't stand to lie to his grandmother. It's just not right. He didn't exactly lie to her. He did go to a friend's house for math help, he just didn't say what year.

"I heard Mom and Dad talking earlier. What was it about? Would you know?" Wilbur asks hopefully.

"Of course I know, sweetie!" Lucille says, beaming at her grandson. "I was the first to know!"

"Will you tell it to me, or at least a hint?" Wilbur asks. He can practically hear her say yes.

"I'm sorry, but I promised Franny I would keep it a secret. I can't even share a hint with you. You'll know tomorrow after school. I can tell you that much." Lucille says. "Why don't you get to bed so you can wake up bright and early tomorrow."

"Ok, Grandma." Wilbur says, slightly disappointed.

Wilbur gets to his room and thinks about what the surprise could be until he falls asleep two hours later.

Did you like it? Hope you did! The math thing didn't go so well, the squared thing didn't work for some reason, anyways and I added in a plus sign and an equal sign, but it didn't save right!!!!!...Please review, I also would like some constructive criticism for future chapters!