When we finally return to the garage, Wilbur put Lewis's straight to work. "I don't even know what I'm doing." Lewis said working under the Time Machine. "Keep moving forward." Wilbur told him, as he wipe the glass dome of the time machine.

"I mean this stuff is way too advanced for me." Lewis then said. "Keep moving forward." I told him, leaning against the time machine, playing with the broken wheel. "And what if I can't fix this? What are we gonna do?" He then asked. "Keep moving forward." Wilbur and I both said in unison.

Lewis roll out from under the time machine. "Why do you two keep saying that? And don't just say, Keep moving forward." He asked. "It's my dad's motto." Wilbur told him kicking him back under the machine. "Why would his motto be keep moving forward?" Lewis asked rolling back out. "It's what he does." I told him, kicking him back under the machine again. Lewis roll out once again. "What's that supposed to mean?" Wilbur look down at him. "That is an excellent question."

We took Lewis outside to a telescope that we use to look at Mr. Robinson's company building. "Robinson Industries, the world's leading scientific-research-and-design factory. My dad runs the company. They mass produce his inventions. His motto, Keep moving forward. It's what he does."

"What has he invented?" Lewis asked. "Oh just some things here and there... moving side walks, flying cars, jet boots, invisible sandwich." I explained. "Wait, wait, wait. Jet boots? He made jet boots?!" Lewis asked, with excitement making me smirk. "Why don't you see it for yourself."

I kneel down to press the small buttons on my boots as they start to warm up, I took a dive off the roof we were standing on. Lewis scream thinking I was in danger, but I soon flew up to show him I was alright. "How's the weather like down there boys?" I asked them.

"That is so cool! Fly higher!" Lewis told me, I laugh at his excitement. I flew back onto the roof to land. "Sorry Lewis, but these are just training boots. Can't fly for very long or as high as I would like. Not till I turn sixteen and can finally get my license."

"You need a license to use jet boots?" Lewis asked. "Do you want a bunch of kids flying around and possibly crashing into flying cars?" I asked him, Lewis nodded, understanding quickly why kids with real jet boots wouldn't be the best idea.

"Even without a license, (Name) here is the best flyer in the future! No one can beat her in a race." Wilbur told Lewis, making me smile and blush. "Stop, I'm gonna get a big head." I told him. "No, I'm seriously! You fly amazingly!" He told me, making me blush more. "Cut it out."

We then notice Lewis was giving us a smug smile. "What's with the smile, Glasses?" I asked him. "Are you two like... together? Like dating together?" He asked, Wilbur's face turns completely red. "Wha... why would you think that?!"

"I don't know. I just feel like you two like each other." Lewis told him. "What would you know?! You're only twelve! You probably never liked a girl before!" Wilbur said getting more and more flustered. "(Name), help me out here!"

"I don't know... I can't blame him for thinking that." I said, Wilbur look at me surprised. "What?!" He asked, I shrugged. "I always thought we be a cute couple." I told him turn away to look throw the telescope. "...Wha...?!"

"Hey Lewis come check this out." I said waving the boy over, leaving Wilbur to think on what I said. "What is it?" Lewis asked taking a peek through the telescope. "The whole city. Everything you see, Mr. Robinson's made." I told him. "Everything?!" He asked amazed. "Everything. Carl, the time machine, the travel tubes."

"Mr. Robinson's invented the time machine?" Lewis asked, Wilbur comes over, seemingly snapping out of his the internal thought process I threw him in. "Yep. Five years ago, Dad wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He wants to build a time machine, so he starts working!"

"We're talking plans." Wilbur toss Lewis a bunch of blueprints. "We're talking scale models." Wilbur open a door and a bunch of scale models pour out. "We're talking prototypes." He snap his figure and a light turn on over a small prototype in a glass tube. "That's a prototype?" Lewis asked. "The very first, or what's left of it." He explained. "Yikes." Lewis said. "Yeah. Dark day at the Robinson house."

Wilbur then show a number a failed attempts. "Prototypes two and three, not much better. Number six, 58, 212, 485, 952, and they all end the same way." Wilbur flip through cards with the word failure, a sad face, and toilet on it.

Wilbur then got in Lewis' faces grabbing him by his vest. "But he doesn't give up!" He then look at Lewis's hat. "Dude, I can't take you seriously in that hat." He replace Lewis fruit hat with a normal hat with a lighting bolt on it. Just like the one on his shirt.

He then push Lewis towards the time machine. "He keeps working and working until finally he gets it, the first working time machine." Then he push him to the model of the 2nd time machine. "Then he keeps working and working until finally he gets it again, the second working time machine."

"Kind of small." Lewis said looking at it. "I'm assuming that's a joke... I'm ignoring you for time reasons. This, my friend, is merely a model because, unfortunately, time machine number two is in the hands of the Bowler Hat Guy."

We went back to the time machine where Wilbur stands on top of it, leaning against the glass. "Pretty amazing story, huh?" He asked his father. "Yeah." Wilbur got close to him again. "Now, are you ready to start working?"

And so Lewis work on the Time machine, it took a long time he got it done. "I think I did it." Lewis said rolling out from under the machine. "I did it!" He announced proudly. "I knew you could." Wilbur said rest his arm on my shoulder, we both smile down at the future prodigy.

We climb into the machine and Wilbur startes it up. "Nice work, my friend." But when the machine try to make it off the ground, it start to malfunction and it ended up crashes back onto the floor. The window door opens so the smoke could get out. "Well, you know what they say! Keep moving..."

Lewis stood up cutting Wilbur off. "DON'T SAY IT!" He jump out of the machine and threw his hat off. We climb out of the machine and walk towards Lewis. "Kids! Dinner time!" Mrs. Robinson told us on a mic. "Not now, Mom!" Wilbur told her. "If you kids aren't up here in five minutes. I'm gonna come down and get you!" We look back at the broken time machine. "We'd better get up there." Wilbur pick up Lewis's hat and hands it to him, Lewis snatch it, putting it on.

Bowler Hat Guy and Doris arrived on the Robinson's property. "Let's get that boy!" Bowler Hat Guy said about to climb out of the time machine, but Doris stop him. "Sit here? But I want to look, too." Doris shot out a mini-Doris. "A mini-Doris! I didn't even know you could do that. It's so cute." Doris hands the control to Bowler Hat Guy.

"Let's take her out for a spin." He wines up slamming Mini-Doris into Doris. "Sorry." The two Doris flew off to the house. While Bowler Hat Guy hids in the time machine with the cloak on. "Teamwork." On the trip to the house mini-Doris knock into Doris again. "Sorry." And again. "Sorry!" When they reach a window Mini was about to knock into Doris again but Doris push her away.

"Huh?!" Just then Wilbur, Lewis, and (Name) walk pass the window. "Aha! There you are. Now, to lure him out of the house. I know! I'll blow it up! Yes! Yes, and... No. No, that won't work. Then he'll be dead."

Doris flew off on her own leaving, Bowler Hat Guy and Mini-Doris behind. "Oh! I know! I'll turn him into a duck! Yes! Yes, it's so evil! I don't know how to do that. I don't really need a duck. This may be harder than I thought."

Doris landed on the planet pot at the front door making Spike pop up. "Hey, ring my doorbell." Doris jump off and went to the next one. "No, no, no, no, ring this doorbell. That doorbell will give you a rash." Doris back into the 2nd door bell setting the trumps off. "Yes! I'm two for two, man." Dimitri told his brother. "If they don't do it on purpose, it doesn't count."

Lefty answer the door but Doris was out of his sight, she use this opportunity to sneak into the house. "Come on. Read your rule book." Spike told him. "You know what? You can take your rule book and shove it right..."

I sat at the table resting my chin on my hand thinking how to get Dad's motivation back. While also thinking about what (Name) said earlier. (Name) wouldn't have said that if she didn't mean it right?! Was it like a hint that she liked me that way too?! Ugh! Why can't I be as smart as Dad? He would know what this all means.

Lewis sat across from me looking down sadly, while (Name) sat next to me, playing with her fork. Franky sings on the chandelier above us.

"Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served." Carl open his chest and mini-Carls ran out on to the table, giving us our bowl of Pasghetti. "Dinner is served. Dinner is served." They said giving us our bowls.

"Hooray! Italian food." Uncle Fritz said looking at his food. "I want a sloppy joe!" Aunt Petunia complain. "Oh, Billie, could you please pass the gravy?" Grandma asked. "Coming to you, big girl." Aunt Billie said useing her tiny train to pass the gravy.

"Reminds me of the time my meatball pizza staved off civil war on the black moon of Keward." Uncle Art said standing as he eats, with our dog trying to eat his meatball. "Where's my sloppy joe?" Aunt Petunia asked. "Thank you for the gravy, Aunt Billie." Grandma told her, when she got her gravy. Carl got my attention. "We gotta talk." I look around before ducking under the table. "How about some gravy? Over here."

Carl extended his head under the table to talk to me. "Why is the kid still here? Any of this ring a bell? Science fair, Memory Scanner, a time stream that needs fixing?" He whisper scream at me. "Temporary setback. He's just having a little confidence issue."

"You want me to talk to him?" He asked. "No." I answered. "I give a mean back rub." Carl told me. "No." I said again. "Shiatsu?" He asked next. "No." I said once again. "Feng shui." I grab a Mini-Carl from the tabel and shave it in Carl's mouth. "No. I've got it under control." I went back up to my seat just in time.

"So, Lewis, are you in Wilbur and (Name's) class?" Mom asked Dad. "No." I said. "Yes." He said. "Yes." I then said. "No." He then said, Mom look at us confused, while I chuckle nervously.

"Well yes, but actually no. Lewis is our new transfer student." (Name) told Mom calmly as she eats her food, saving us from getting exposed. Sometimes I wonder what I do without her. "Yeah." Dad said, going along with her lie.

"Where are you from, Lewis?" Uncle Gaston asked them. "Canada?" Dad answered unsure, Tallulah pop up next to him. "I think you mean North Montana. Hasn't been called Canada in years." She told him. "Do you know Sam Gundersen?" Grandma asked him, as Grandpa took her fork. "It's a big country." Dad said, causing Tallulah to correct him. "State!"

"I wonder if you're related." Grandma said as Grandpa starts playing with both of their forks. "Maybe if he took his hat off." Laszlo suggested making me almost choke on my food. "Oh, good idea. Then we can see if he has the family cowlick." Grandma said. "He can't, because he's got bad hat-hair." I told them.

Uncle Art put his hand on my chair. "Oh, nonsense. A North Montana man doesn't care about hat-hair." He told me. "LET'S SEE THE COWLICK!" Aunt Petunia yelled. "All right, everyone, hold your horses." Mom turn to Dad. "Lewis, do you mind? I'm afraid this isn't gonna stop otherwise."

"But... But..." I look at Uncle Gaston to see him eating his plate of meatballs. I grab one of my meatballs and threw it at him. He look at me and I point at Mom, telling him she did it. "And so it begins." Uncle Gaston loaded up his cannon.

"Now, don't be shy. We're all family here." Mom told Dad, as she moves in to remove his hat. "Ready, aim, fire!" He fires his meatball at Mom stopping her. She uses her finger to wipe the stain on her cheek, licking it. "Ha! Surely, that is not the best you can do." Mom jump on the table and Uncle Gaston attack again, this time Mom hit it away.

"Impressive, little sister. Your skills are strong, but not strong enough." He told her. "Your words do not threaten me, brother." She told him. "Then enough words. Now the real battle begins." Uncle Gaston unloads a number of meatballs at Mom but knocks every single one away. "Your meatballs are useless against me." She told her bother. "Then perhaps it's time for spicy Italian sausage!" Mom gasp.

He fire the sausage at her, but Mom hold up her hand block it, sending it back to Uncle Gaston's mouth. Everyone cheer as Uncle Gaston wave his white flag. "That's right. I did it." She said getting off the table. "Is dinner like this every night?" Dad asked Uncle Art. "No, yesterday, we had meatloaf."

"Okay, gang, time for the second course. And what goes better with meatballs than P.B. and J?" Carl asked taking out Dad's P.B. and J machine. "Hey, that's just like..." Dad started but was cut off by Carl who shot out bread to us. Carl try to give us our P.B. and J but was having problems. "Stupid..." He said hitting the gun. "Carl?" Tallulah said looking worried. "Is everything all right?" Mom asked.

"We're just experiencing bugs." I then got an idea. "Just what the doctor ordered." I ran over to Dad grabbing his hands and pulling him towards Carl. "Our friend Lewis an inventor. He can fix it." I told everyone. "Wilbur, you know I can't." Lewis whispered but the family heard him.

"Come on. Give it a try." Grandma told them. "You don't understand what's at stake here. Uncle Joe's seen the toast!" Uncle Art told him, we look over at Uncle Joe as he starts getting upset.

"We're past the point of no return!" Grandpa told him. "If he doesn't get P.B. and J..." Aunt Billie said trying to calm her husband down. "WE ALL PAY!" Aunt Petunia yelled. "I don't know." Dad said rubbing the back of his neck. "You would really be helping us out, Lewis." Mom told him placeing a hand on his shoulder. "Please." The family begged.

Franny's frogs arrived at their outdoor bar by travel tube their size. "One dragonfly on the rocks, please, Mr Barkeep." Franky order. "Hey, hey, Franky, baby, you gotta tell us one of your jokes." One of his players told him. "Yeah, Franky. How about that one with the bullfrog?" Another suggested. "All right, you bozos."

Mini-Doris flys in their directions. "Have to get that boy out of the house." Mini-Doris bumps into a hedge of a dinosaur. "Sorry. Wait!" Bowler Hat Guy made Mini-Doris look at the frogs. "So I turn to the bullfrog, and you know what I says?" Franky said telling his joke. "Talking frogs with their own little outdoor bar, and so smartly dressed! Perfect!"

"I says, Hey, not with my umbrella, you don't." All the frogs brust out laughing. "Franky, you're a riot!" "I gotta go pee!" One said hopping off. "You bunch of goons." Franky hops over to a fly vending machine. Mini-Doris flys down to him. After Franky ate his fly she attached herself to him.

"Yes! You are now under my control." Bowler Hat Guy told him. "I am now under your control." Mind control Franky said. "Haaaa" Bowler Hat Guy laugh... "heeee" which cause Franky to laugh. "Stop laughing!" He told the frog. "Stop laughing." Franky said.

"Don't repeat everything I say!" Bowler Hat Guy told him. "I won't repeat everything you say." Franky told him."Excellent!" Bowler Hat Guy said happily. "Excellent." Franky repeated. "Did you just say, Excellent, because I said, Excellent?" He asked the frog. "Ugh... No." Franky answered. "Excellent!" He said again. "Excellent."

Back in the dining room Lewis was still working on fixing the PB and J gun. "So, Mr Fix-it, how's it looking?" Franny asked him. "Pretty good, Mrs. Robinson. I've recalibrated.the dispensing conduits and aligned the ejection mechanism and..."

Mind control Franky walks into the room. "There he is, that repulsive, half-witted fool! Now, my slave, seize the boy. Bring him to me." Bowler Hat Guy order but Franky does nothing. "Did you not hear what I said, you idiot? Grab the boy and bring him!"

"Well, it's just that there's a million people over there, and I have little arms. I'm just not so sure how well this plan was thought through." Bowler Hat Guy grab his head in frustration. "Master?... Master?"

"Okay, that should do it." Lewis said handing the gun back to Carl. "It's so exciting. Let her rip, Lewis!" Aunt Billie told him. "Quickly. Uncle Joe can't hold on much longer." Uncle Art said. "Everybody ready?" Carl asked. "Go, Carl." Lewis told him.

The gun startes up but then quickly malfunctions. "Oh, no!" Then it exploded Peanut and jelly went everywhere and onto everyone. "No! I didn't know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Lewis apologize. "You failed!" Grandpa cheered. "And it was awesome!" Uncle Gaston told him. "Exceptional" Uncle Art told him. "Outstanding!" Laszlo told him. "I've seen better." Aunt Petunia told him.

'From failing, you learn. From success, not so much." Aunt Billie told the young boy. "If I gave up every time I failed, I never would have made the meatball cannon." Uncle Gaston said hugging his meatball cannon.

"I never would have made my fireproof pants." Grandpa said, with his pants on fire. Then they turn to dust and fell off, leaving him in his underwear. "Still working out the kinks."

"Like my husband always says..." Mrs. Robinson said before Carl show Lewis flags, big signs and fireworks. That said Keep Moving Forward. A quire sang from out of nowhere.

Carl holds out a plate with a fortune cookie on it. Lewis took it and open it to see Keep Moving Forward.

Bowler Hat Guy brought Mini-Doris and Mind control Franky back to him. "Okay, talking frog, not a good minion. Need another henchman, something large, not too bright. Something that won't talk back. What is he still doing here? Get rid of him."

Mini-Doris release Franky. "Oh, my noggin." And picks him up and flying away with him. "Hey, what are you doing? Get your lousy mitts off of me! You're gonna regret this!" She drop Franky and hovers over a hedge of a T-Rex. "Wait! Wait! Don't move." Bowler Hat Guy told her, getting an idea. "That's it! I wonder if I should tell Doris."

Mini-Doris retuns to him. "No, I'll make it a surprise." Bowler Hat Guy laughs as he flies up into the sky, traveling into the past.