That took longer than I anticipated. Sorry about that. Got a small momentary block. It's okay now. Life's all good.

Woo 5ish 4ish days till Christmas. Love the holidays. If you don't celebrate Christmas then Merry whatever you celebrate. Anyway. This chapter isn't as sad as the others. At least I tried to not make it so. So here ya go. Enjoy.

Oh and always. Thank you for reviews! They make my all giddy. Hehe.

- Nothing Good Ever Came From Interruption -

Night had slowly crept in around the Robinson house. Wilbur had found his way to one of the many hills that surrounded his property. Sitting himself down he proceeded to look out at the brightly lit city.

Taking his eyes away from the beautiful sight for a moment, the young Robinson looked up at his pet dinosaur. "What do you think Tiny?" The large carnivore looked at the boy after hearing his entire story. There was a small pause then he turned around and stomped off. "Just like everyone else." The young black haired boy sighed. As he stared at the city his mind began to wander to Lewis. His heart ached as he missed his best friend. It wasn't that long ago they had been running around together. "If only..." It was at that moment that Wilbur Robinson got an idea. A wonderful, spectacular, glorious idea. Taking but one pause to glance back at the house the brown eyed boy took off for the garage.

One small moment later Tiny trotted over with his leash in hand. The carnivore was confused to find his small friend had disappeared. He laid down and sadly stared out at the city waiting for his friend to return.

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The Robinson House 8:42 p.m. 2007

It was a cloudy night outside as the young Lewis Robinson looked out his large observatory window.

"You think it'll rain?" a young Franny asked her blonde haired friend.

"It might, but not for another hour at least."

"Good, because I think I almost got Frankie singing tones." Franny looked at her favorite frog. "You'll sing one of these days Frankie. And your voice will be better than anyone whose come before you. I promise!"

The blue eyed boy smiled at his friend and future wife. She was rather adorable when she was fired up and determined.

"Cornelius!"

Said boy blinked as his mother called him "Yeah mom?"

"One of your friends is here."

"I'll be right there." Lewis looked at Franny "Who could that be?"

"Goob?"

"No, he's on vacation with his new family."

"Oh yeah."

"I'll be right back."

Franny nodded then watched him go. Lewis was stumped as he made his way toward the front entrance. Who, other than Goob, could possibly be here this late? Granted it was the weekend but they at least could have called. Still mulling it over in his head the blue eyed boy rounded a corner and instantly understood why his visitor hadn't called. Simply put: He couldn't.

"Wilbur?"

At the sound of his name the black haired boy looked over and smiled "Hey Lewis."

"I'll go finish dinner." Lucille said with a smile as she turned around.

Lewis watched her go. "Alright mom. Thanks." They boy turned back to his future son. "What's wrong?"

"Huh?"

"Well you came back here, what have I done wrong?"

"Oh. Nothing. Everything's fine." Wilbur said reassuringly. "Just came to visit is all."

Lewis crossed his arms. "Uh huh. And am I okay with that?"

"That, is an excellent question." He saw the blonde haired boy roll his eyes. "Hey don't worry about it."

"Why are you here Wilbur? I don't fully believe you had a random desire to come visit me."

Wilbur scratched the back of his head. "Well..." This was not going as well as the young Robinson had hoped it would. "I-"

"Cornelius!" Both boys looked over as the young Franny ran toward them. "I got Frankie to sing the B flat scale in solfege!"

"Really?"

"Yeah listen." She looked at Frankie "Alright Frankie just like before."

The frog looked at the girl then stood up and proudly sang. "Do. Re. Mi. Fa. Sol. La. Ti. Do. Do. Ti. La. Sol. Fa. Mi. Re. Do."

"That's wonderful!" Lewis said happily.

"I gotta show Lucille!" The girl turned and ran toward the kitchen "Mrs. Robinson! Mrs. Robinson!"

The blonde haired inventor smiled as he watched Franny go. She was truly an extraordinary young lady.

"Mom really loves her frogs." Wilbur stated.

Lewis nodded then picked up their cut off conversation "Now out with it Wilbur, why are you here?"

"Does there have to be a reason? Can't I just visit?" The black haired boy saw the stern look in his friends familiar blue eyes. "Can't you and I just have some fun together? It'll be like old times!" His future father's look did not change. "Come on. I've missed my best friend."

The blonde haired inventor felt his face falter into a fond smile. Wilbur poked him in the side "Whada say?" Lewis started to giggle. The young Robinson did not let up. "Huh? Huh?" Small fits of giggles started to escape his blonde haired friend. "Come on. Come on."

The blue eyed boy gently smacked away Wilbur's hand "Alright. Alright." He giggled some more. "You can stay."

"Great!" Wilbur smiled.

"But not to long."

The brown eyed boy waved his hand dismissing his future father's concerns. "Don't worry."

"Boys dinners ready." Lucille called from the kitchen.

"Be right there mom!" The young inventor answered "Come on. I think she made Italian."

A smile crossed Wilbur's face as he followed his best friend into the familiar kitchen.

Sorry for the shortness. I'll try to make them longer and more interesting. But not long enough to the point where it's boring. Anyway.

Solfege if your wondering is the techinical musical term for the Do. Re. Mi. scale thingy. 7 years of band and I still have a hard time remembering what it's called...Shh don't tell my band director. He would not be happy.

Anyway. Hope you liked that. I'll try to update soon!