Application for Wilbur Robinson

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur exits his time machine in Todayland, and is a bit annoyed to see that Todayland has become Main Street somehow. That really wasn’t where he wanted to go. Turning back to the time machine, he’s even more annoyed – and quite a bit freaked out, honestly – to see that it is no longer there. “Not again, not again!” he moans, then glances around nervously to make sure his parents aren’t near.


Mickey coughs theatrically "What is your name?”
One look around is enough to tell Wilbur that he isn’t in 2037 anymore, so he eagerly strikes a heroic pose. “Wilbur Robinson, member of the time stream task force! From the future,” he adds. He reaches into his pocket and flashes a piece of paper in Mickey’s face for good measure.

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
“That is an excellent question!” he exclaims, but doesn’t elaborate at all on his answer.

“What is the average w..?” Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?"
“Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t let them make their wishes and then reveal that I hadn’t been planning to grant them in the end. Learned my lesson about that already. But that’s cheating, and I’d just tell them that, and then they’d be grounded until they die. Like I am. Which is so unfair, since everything turned out all right in the end, really.” After a moment of thought, he shrugs. “I’m not sure what I would wish for. Can’t think of anything off the top of my head, really.”

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?"
“Well, I can fly the time machine, so I could really just go back to before the revolution and make sure it never happened. But I suppose I should really leave the time stream alone for a little while, at least until mom cools down. So I suppose dad would probably be able to barter some of his inventions to feed us. That’s what he does now, anyway. We’d manage.” After a moment of thought, he continues, “oh, and I can coo like a pigeon really convincingly.”

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
He eyes the Cat thoughtfully. “All of them, of course.”

"Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans," says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "Explain."
“Well, Carl’s a robot, and he’s pretty awesome. He serves us dinner and stuff, you know. And he did help me hide Lewis from my parents for a while, so I guess that’s cool. And ninjas, I think, since I can do some ninja moves.”

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?"
“Another excellent question!”


((This is Wilbur, from the new Meet the Robinsons movie. Very cute, by the way, you should all go see it. He’s taken from just after the end of the movie, which I suppose means it’ll be a little spoiler-y, but I’ll try not to let it be too obvious what happens in the movie. Did that sentence make sense?))

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[icyweiner.livejournal.com]

Fry is interested by this arrival, even though the kid is pretty young. "Hey, are you from the future? Also I said robots and ninjas, too."

He might be from pretty far, because while time travel was possible in the year 3000, Fry had never seen commercial time machines lying around.

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

“Why yes I am,” Wilbur proclaims grandly, voice taking on an overly confident tone. “Why?” He knows where he is with the future. “Well, that’s because robots and ninjas are the best, really.”

[icyweiner.livejournal.com]

"See, that's what I thought, too, but then I wondered why no one has ever made any movies about robot ninjas. It just doesn't make any sense. I'm from the future, too. The year 3000."

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"3000 you say? I'm only from 2037. You must be a member of the time stream task force too!" Again he whips the piece of paper out and flashes it too quickly to be seen. "Why were you sent to the past?"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Hullo," smiles Adam. "You c'n coo like a pigeon really convincin'ly?"

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

“Yes, I can,” Wilbur replied, with a rather grandiose air. “Watch this! Or, listen to it, I suppose.”

He dove to the ground and rolled behind a convenient bush. “Coo-coo, coo-coo!”

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "That is pretty good. But c'n you only do it behind a bush? Seems like all the pigeons would fly away if you moved that quick..."

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur rolls back out from behind the bush. "Well, I don't have to be behind a bush. It just ruins the effect of the whole thing when you can see me..."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"I'd close my eyes if that'd help," he teases. "'m Adam, by the way. It's nice to meet you, Wilbur. Must be pretty neat livin' in the future and all."

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur looks suspicious, as if he senses that he’s being teased. Which he is, obviously, but he’s not so great at picking up on things like that. “And it’s lovely to meet you too!” He looks proud and rubs his knuckles on his chest, although he’s not really sure why – he’s seen people in old movies do it, so it must be normal for this time. “It’s a very neat future,” he even puts little air-quotes around neat, “since I exist and all. Which was quite a close call, to be honest. 99.9999% chance that I wouldn’t.”

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was a very friendly tease. Adam isn't a malicious boy.

"That's somethin' then. You must be awful lucky. How do you even come to know that?"

Of course, there had always been a 100% chance that Adam would exist. But it doesn't seem polite to bring that up to someone who just barely squeaked by.

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

“Well, there was this teensy incident where I may or may not have brought my dad to the future with me and he almost refused to invent the invention that let him meet my mom. Minor, really. Not worth a lifelong grounding.”

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"So are you actually carrying anything sharp?" Susan inquired as she sized up the boy with a glance.

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur glanced around shiftily. “I might be…” A blatant lie, of course, Wilbur wasn’t (usually) in the habit of traveling to dangerous places or times where sharp objects might be needed.

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

If Susan were a betting woman, she'd put money on "bluffing" -- but around here, one never knows. "You forgot to mention 'question evasion' as one of your skills," she said drily. "Is that a requirement of this Time Stream Task Force?"

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur was tempted to whip out his Time Stream Task Force badge again, but he had the feeling that this women (who reminded him eerily of his mother, except she hadn’t yanked on his ear yet) would actually demand do see it. “Yes?” he tried instead.

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

Susan couldn't help smiling at that. "I see," she said. And wondered then if the Time Stream Task Force was some sort of actual thing where this boy came from, or whether it was a Calvin-esque product of the boy's imagination. He seemed a little old for the latter -- but again, one never knew.

"Tell me about this Time Stream Task Force. What do they do?"

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur looks a little uncomfortable, like he has never been questioned on this before. "Well, we make sure the... time stream stays the way it's supposed to, I guess..." Again, he's tempted to whip out his badge, but manages to restrain himself.

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't suppose you've met a man -- about my age, dark hair, a bit too sure of himself?" It seems entirely unlikely that Lobsang's path would have ever crossed with this boy's, but one never knows -- and if it has, it'd reveal some interesting things about the nature of intersecting realities.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Okay, Wilbur," Mickey grins, "You ready to find out which of our excitin' lands you're gonna live in?"

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

Having recovered from his earlier state of holy crap I’m going to be in so much trouble, Wilbur faces the mouse. “Sure am, Mr. Mouse,” he replies.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"A-ha! Oh, boy! Just Mickey is fine. Now where to put you? Seems like you're ready made for Tomorrowland..."

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"Indeed I am," Wilbur proclaims grandiosly, waving his arms about. "I am, after, from Tomorrow!" He somehow manages to pronounce Tomorrow with the capital T.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

Mickey giggles. "Okay, then, you're goin' in Tomorrowland. Your mail will go to Wilbur (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_land/tag/wilbur). Welcome to the Happiest Place on Earth!"

((And if you'll add your contact info to this post (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_backstage/1307.html), you'll be all set. :D))

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"Tomorrowland it is, Mr. Mouse," Wilbur replies, still in an overly-exaggerated voice.