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Chapter 1: A Helping Hand
"Jenna! Jenna, wake up!" a voice whispered. Jenna McKinnon felt something poke her. She groaned. Whoever is trying to wake me up dies.
"Jenna! Wake UP!" the voice whispered harshly. Her eyes popped open. Wilbur Robinson was looming over her. She sat up quickly.
"What are you doing here? Do you know what time it is? And how did you get in my room?" she asked angrily.
"I snuck in, its around midnight, and I need your help," he answered. She groaned and fell back against her pillow.
"What could you possibly need my help with in the middle of the night?" she asked.
"Um… well… it's a long story. But as my best friend, I felt you should be one of the first to know," he explained. Her eyes opened a little more and she eyed him.
"One of the first to know? Who else knows?"
"Carl does. But he's sworn to secrecy, so we're safe. Now get dressed and meet me outside as fast as possible. I'll need plenty of time to explain once we get to my house."
"Why would we need to go to your house?"
"We need to make sure we're not overheard. Just hurry up and get dressed." He quietly tiptoed out of the room. Jenna sighed and shook her head. He has to involve me, of course. But I have to admit, I wouldn't have been through half the adventures that I have without him. Or been grounded so many times. She finished getting dressed and crept out to the front lawn. She was now dressed in a lime green shirt, denim miniskirt, and green sneakers; her shiny, coffee brown hair neatly braided into two braids.
She spotted Wilbur behind a bush. He was peeking over the top, looking to make sure there wasn't anyone watching. She sighed and shook her head. "No one's out here but us. They're all asleep, like sane people normally do," she snapped. He came out from behind the bush.
"I can't be too careful. Let's go." They ran down the street, away from Jenna's house, and all the way to the Robinson house. A yellow robot was waiting for them outside the garage. He looked relieved when he saw Jenna.
"So Jenna's going to help us?" Carl asked hopefully.
"Help with what? When is someone going to tell me what's going on?" she asked angrily. Jenna hated being in the dark when everyone else knew what was going on. Even when it was good, like when her family and the Robinsons threw her a surprise party for her 10th birthday.
"Jenna, you have to promise that you'll help us, and that you won't speak a word of this to anyone. Promise," Wilbur said sternly. Jenna bit her lip.
"Alright, fine, I'm in. Now tell me what this is about," she demanded. Wilbur looked at the ground, suddenly silent. Carl was avoiding Jenna's gaze, too. "Come on, guys, you can't just lead me on like this. Tell me before I have to force it out of you," she hissed.
"Um, let's go inside first." Wilbur pulled her inside the garage and Carl quickly shut the door. "Okay, I don't know exactly how to say this, but um…"
"Alright, alright! I kinda forgot to engage the alarm system in here, and, um, one of the time machines was stolen," Wilbur said quickly. He shut his eyes tightly, waiting for some sort of pain to come. He opened one eye. Jenna was standing perfectly still. All color had drained from her face. Carl waved his hand in front of her face. She didn't respond. Wilbur bit his lip.
"Uh… Jenna? Are you alright?" he asked nervously.
Jenna twitched a little.
"WILBUR ROBINSON, YOU ARE DEAD MEAT! HOW COULD YOU LET A TIME MACHINE GET STOLEN?" she shouted, her face suddenly red.
Wilbur clapped his hand over her mouth. "Keep it down!" he warned, looking around anxiously. She tried to pry his hand away, but he held it firm against her mouth. "Promise you won't scream anymore, and I'll let up," he offered. She nodded franticly. He removed his hand.
"I can't believe this! How could you let this happen?" she whispered angrily.
"I know, I'm a complete idiot. But I need help to fix things. Can I count on you?" he asked. Jenna sighed and turned to Carl.
"You're in on this, right?" she asked.
"Yep. But I have no idea how Wilbur's going to fix this," Carl replied.
Jenna sighed. "I guess I'm in."
Wilbur grinned at her. "I knew you wouldn't back out."
"But this better work. I can't afford another month-long grounding," Jenna warned.
"Don't worry. I have a plan."
"Do you even know who stole it?" Jenna asked.
"Um, well, it was stolen by a guy in a bowler hat. Does that count as 'knowing'?" he asked. Jenna raised an eyebrow. Wilbur ignored it. "Carl, I need you to stay here and make sure no one knows that Jenna and I are gone or that the time machine is gone," he instructed. Carl nodded and ran under one of the travel tubes. It sucked him up and out of the garage.
"Where are we going?" Jenna asked.
"Back in time. I know someone who might be able to help us," Wilbur answered, opening the red time machine and climbing inside.
"Oh no. You are not taking that time machine. What if we lose it too?" Jenna asked.
"Come on, Jen. Our fathers are both on that business trip, and Carl will make sure that no one here finds out. This could be our only chance," Wilbur said. He smiled hopefully at her. She sighed and got in.
"You do know what you're doing, right?" she asked.
"Jenna, I got it under control." He pressed a few buttons and pulled a lever. The time machine's engine started and it lifted into the air.
"You know how to drive this?" she asked hesitantly.
"Always skeptical, aren't you? I told you I have it under control," he insisted. She grinned and shook her head. This is crazy. But I guess its just part of life when you know the Robinsons.