Fic: Advice From Mom: 1/1
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soc_puppetFandom: Meet the Robinsons (cameo from The Incredibles)
Standard New Fandom Disclaimer: I do not own Meet the Robinsons, nor am I making any money off of this fic. ...Nor do I own The Incredibles, etc.
Notes: Inspired by this fic by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyzzle, which was in turn inspired by this comic.
Summary: Wilbur travels to the past and confides in his mother.
Fic:
Advice From Mom
Franny was fairly surprised when she'd answered the door that afternoon only to find Cornelius' friend Wilbur there. "Are you looking for Cornelius?" she ventured, still not quite sure how to act around him.
"...Sort of," Wilbur said. "Though actually, you'd probably be better."
"Better for what?"
"Never mind that," Wilbur told her. "If I'm remembering right, we've only got a few more hours until the mall closes."
Still confused, Franny allowed herself to be dragged from her house by Wilbur.
Half an hour later, Franny and Wilbur were firmly situated in a clothing store, Wilbur combing through a rack of dresses. "No, no, not your color, no, ooo, this one would look good on you--" Wilbur pulled a dress from the rack and set it on top of the pile Franny was already holding before continuing. "--No, no, too big, no, ew, stripes? No--"
"Uh, Wilbur?" Franny ventured. "Why are we picking out clothes for me?"
"So you can look good for your date with Lew-Cornelius this Saturday," Wilbur informed her, "that's why."
"...It's not really a date," Franny said. "We're just going to the planetarium--"
"--And then stargazing afterwards, I heard all about it from him already," Wilbur interrupted. "You should still look good, though, so one day you can get married and live together and have a kid and stuff."
Franny abruptly threw the clothes onto the nearest rack. "Okay, now you're getting rediculous. I don't know if Cornelius even likes me like that yet, let alone whether we're going to get married, and even if we do, that'll be years in the--"
"You're right, of course you're right, you couldn't be less wrong," Wilbur cut her off, nodding. "Still, no harm in looking good while you're out together, is there?"
"Wilbur!" Franny crossed her arms and somehow managed to loom over the taller boy. "Something is obviously wrong with you, and if you don't tell me what it is in the next thirty seconds, so help me, I will break both your legs and empty your wallet."
That got Wilbur's attention. "Okay," he said, turning to face her, "I'll talk. But let's go get a milkshake first or something."
Fifteen minutes later, the two of them were sitting in the ice cream parlor Franny had met Wilbur in, with a small shake in front of both of them. "Now," Franny said, taking a deliberate sip of ice cream-y goodness. "Tell me what the problem is."
Wilbur swirled the spoon in his shake gloomily. "Well, it's about this guy--"
"It's not Cornelius, is it?" Franny interrupted. "I mean, I'd understand if it was, but you have to know that I saw him first, and--"
"No, no, it's not Cornelius!" Wilbur assured her. "He's ...more like a brother to me, you know? Anyway, it's definitely not him. See, we just got this substitute teacher, Mr. Parr, while our regular teacher is on maternity leave? He's really young and cool and he lets all of us call him Dash, and even though he runs out on us sometimes - family emergencies, he says, and the principal doesn't seem to mind - he's a really good teacher. And I just don't know what to do."
Franny nodded and slurped her milkshake. "Is he hot?"
Wilbur smiled ruefully. "You have no idea."
"Well, here's what I think," Franny began. She and Wilbur spent the next forty minutes talking. When he finally had to leave, she felt a lot better about things - herself and how she felt about Cornelius. She went home happy, but not before stopping to buy one of the dresses Wilbur had said looked good on her for Saturday.
-----
Years later, Franny was humming a tune and arranging a new song for her band when she was struck by sudden memory. Slowly, she got to her feet and walked to the garage. Turning on the light revealed her son quietly attempting to sneak away from one of the time machines. "So," she said, "Mr. Parr, was it?"
Wilbur froze. "Uh, I can explain, Mom!"
Franny's eyes narrowed. "You, young man, are grounded for a week. And then next Tuesday, I'll be inviting this substitute teacher of yours over for dinner. Understood?"
Wilbur relaxed enough to stare at her in bewilderment. "Uh, I guess? I mean, yeah, I got it."
"Good." Franny smiled at him. "Now go get washed up for supper; Lefty's making ravioli."
Smiling gratefully at her, Wilbur wasted no time in getting back in the house. Chuckling to herself, Franny turned off the lights and closed the door. That boy of hers...
--Fin--
I really have no excuse. At all.
Also, for the purpose of this fic, I'm pretending that The Incredibles took place in something like 2015, which makes it somewhat less terrible/brain damaging.
Standard New Fandom Disclaimer: I do not own Meet the Robinsons, nor am I making any money off of this fic. ...Nor do I own The Incredibles, etc.
Notes: Inspired by this fic by
lyzzle, which was in turn inspired by this comic.Summary: Wilbur travels to the past and confides in his mother.
Fic:
Advice From Mom
Franny was fairly surprised when she'd answered the door that afternoon only to find Cornelius' friend Wilbur there. "Are you looking for Cornelius?" she ventured, still not quite sure how to act around him.
"...Sort of," Wilbur said. "Though actually, you'd probably be better."
"Better for what?"
"Never mind that," Wilbur told her. "If I'm remembering right, we've only got a few more hours until the mall closes."
Still confused, Franny allowed herself to be dragged from her house by Wilbur.
Half an hour later, Franny and Wilbur were firmly situated in a clothing store, Wilbur combing through a rack of dresses. "No, no, not your color, no, ooo, this one would look good on you--" Wilbur pulled a dress from the rack and set it on top of the pile Franny was already holding before continuing. "--No, no, too big, no, ew, stripes? No--"
"Uh, Wilbur?" Franny ventured. "Why are we picking out clothes for me?"
"So you can look good for your date with Lew-Cornelius this Saturday," Wilbur informed her, "that's why."
"...It's not really a date," Franny said. "We're just going to the planetarium--"
"--And then stargazing afterwards, I heard all about it from him already," Wilbur interrupted. "You should still look good, though, so one day you can get married and live together and have a kid and stuff."
Franny abruptly threw the clothes onto the nearest rack. "Okay, now you're getting rediculous. I don't know if Cornelius even likes me like that yet, let alone whether we're going to get married, and even if we do, that'll be years in the--"
"You're right, of course you're right, you couldn't be less wrong," Wilbur cut her off, nodding. "Still, no harm in looking good while you're out together, is there?"
"Wilbur!" Franny crossed her arms and somehow managed to loom over the taller boy. "Something is obviously wrong with you, and if you don't tell me what it is in the next thirty seconds, so help me, I will break both your legs and empty your wallet."
That got Wilbur's attention. "Okay," he said, turning to face her, "I'll talk. But let's go get a milkshake first or something."
Fifteen minutes later, the two of them were sitting in the ice cream parlor Franny had met Wilbur in, with a small shake in front of both of them. "Now," Franny said, taking a deliberate sip of ice cream-y goodness. "Tell me what the problem is."
Wilbur swirled the spoon in his shake gloomily. "Well, it's about this guy--"
"It's not Cornelius, is it?" Franny interrupted. "I mean, I'd understand if it was, but you have to know that I saw him first, and--"
"No, no, it's not Cornelius!" Wilbur assured her. "He's ...more like a brother to me, you know? Anyway, it's definitely not him. See, we just got this substitute teacher, Mr. Parr, while our regular teacher is on maternity leave? He's really young and cool and he lets all of us call him Dash, and even though he runs out on us sometimes - family emergencies, he says, and the principal doesn't seem to mind - he's a really good teacher. And I just don't know what to do."
Franny nodded and slurped her milkshake. "Is he hot?"
Wilbur smiled ruefully. "You have no idea."
"Well, here's what I think," Franny began. She and Wilbur spent the next forty minutes talking. When he finally had to leave, she felt a lot better about things - herself and how she felt about Cornelius. She went home happy, but not before stopping to buy one of the dresses Wilbur had said looked good on her for Saturday.
-----
Years later, Franny was humming a tune and arranging a new song for her band when she was struck by sudden memory. Slowly, she got to her feet and walked to the garage. Turning on the light revealed her son quietly attempting to sneak away from one of the time machines. "So," she said, "Mr. Parr, was it?"
Wilbur froze. "Uh, I can explain, Mom!"
Franny's eyes narrowed. "You, young man, are grounded for a week. And then next Tuesday, I'll be inviting this substitute teacher of yours over for dinner. Understood?"
Wilbur relaxed enough to stare at her in bewilderment. "Uh, I guess? I mean, yeah, I got it."
"Good." Franny smiled at him. "Now go get washed up for supper; Lefty's making ravioli."
Smiling gratefully at her, Wilbur wasted no time in getting back in the house. Chuckling to herself, Franny turned off the lights and closed the door. That boy of hers...
--Fin--
I really have no excuse. At all.
Also, for the purpose of this fic, I'm pretending that The Incredibles took place in something like 2015, which makes it somewhat less terrible/brain damaging.
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Date: 2007-05-03 02:53 am (UTC)Oh, and I posted the fic to my fic journal unlocked, if you want to change the link.
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Date: 2007-05-03 02:57 am (UTC)Awesome :Db Think you could float me the link?
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Date: 2007-05-03 03:00 am (UTC)Here it is (http://community.livejournal.com/lyzzfics/4475.html)! ♥