AUTHOR'S NOTE: MASC here. This is my FIRST attempt at a Lazy Town fic so please be kind. And I admit the type of story I've chosen for this category is waaaaay out there but that's to be expected of me. Anyway... here's the story. Hope you like it.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own LazyTown! End of story. Ooh! Ooh! I do own a pet rock , though.
Crazy Day In A Lazy Town
The sun shined down on LazyTown, indicating the start of a brand new day. The birds in the trees were chirping right on cue, no kittens were in any danger of getting stuck on those trees and a familiar looking airship was hovering above the town as usual. But something still didn't seem right. Where were all the children? Normally it wouldn't take them this long to finish their breakfast and head outside to play so what was the holdup?
Inside his home, Mayor Meanswell had just finished doing the dishes when he heard a strange noise coming from outside. He walked out the backyard and noticed a large hole had been dug near the fence as several clumps of dirt and grass were being tossed out of that same hole. The mayor leaned in for a closer look and was surprised to see his niece at the bottom, wielding a shovel and digging at a steady pace.
"Stephanie? What are you doing?" The mayor asked.
"Oh, I'm just... digging a hole..." It was obvious the pink-haired girl was a little bit distracted to talk at the moment.
Milford looked a bit confused then asked his niece, "Why exactly are you digging a hole?"
Stephanie paused for a moment and thought about it. "Hmm. I really don't know." She shrugged then went back to digging.
In Ziggy's house, the little candy eater sat on his bed and finished the remains of his lollipop. Afterwards, he noticed a small box sitting on his dresser. A box he had never seen before.
"Ooh, I wonder what that is!" The little boy thought aloud with excitement. He hurried over to the dresser and opened the box, revealing a whole mess of candy. "More candy!?" Ziggy couldn't believe it but it was there right in front of his eyes and his for the taking. He didn't care where it came from.
After sampling one of the pieces, Ziggy felt a strange jolt run through his body but he didn't think too much of it. "I shouldn't." He said to himself. "But I must!" And with that, he gorged himself with everything that box contained unaware that the small label on the back read: ONE HUNDRED PERCENT PURE SUGAR.
In Pixel's room, the gizmo guy started up his game console and inserted a new game disc he had received the day before. After pressing a few buttons, the game was ready to go.
"Poet Fighter Champion Edition!" The game screen said in a 16-bit voice.
Pixel was starting to get jumpy in his seat. "Oh, yeah! Poet Fighter! Bring it!"
When the fighter select screen came on, Pixel had a hard time choosing which author to start with. "Hmm. Who to choose?" He thought aloud. There were so many legendary writers of novels, poems and plays to choose from, he couldn't pick just one. "I'll go with... Hemingway!" He finally decided.
The screen displayed an animated Ernest Hemingway rolling up his sleeve and preparing to face an animated William Shakespeare much to Pixel's anticipation. The entire game looked like something from an old Atari console and sounded like it too. Pixel cracked his knuckles and picked up the controller, ready for battle.
"Okay, Ernest. Let's do this!" The boy said.
Out in the playground, what seemed to look like two rogue shopping carts crashed into each other and spun out of control until they both came to a complete stop. Upon closer examination it turned out that Stingy and Trixie were the ones controlling the shopping carts in a unique jousting competition.
"You give up?" The trickster asked.
"Never!" Replied the sleepy-eyed brat. "Come and get me!" He laughed maniacally.
The two went back inside their rigged shopping carts and wheeled themselves away from each other, ready for another collision.
Inside the airship, Sportacus finished his breakfast and took a look outside one of the windows. He noticed none of the kids were out playing like they normally would on a day like this until he saw the jousting Stingy and Trixie.
"That looks dangerous." He said to himself. "I better stop them before one of them gets hurt." He then approached the door, calling out the usual command to open it up. "Door!" he shouted but nothing happened. He tried again. "Door!" Still nothing.
"That's weird." The hero said to himself as he tried opening it manually by pressing the button on the wall. The door still wouldn't open but Sportacus wasn't ready to give up yet. "Emergency override!" He called out to the ship.
"Emergency override." A computerized voice repeated, awaiting the hero's next command.
"Open door." Sportacus said.
"Have a nice day." The voice responded much to his dismay. It seemed that the superhero wouldn't be doing much rescuing today.
Below the surface inside his lair, Robbie Rotten sat at a desk wearing a pair of glasses and running his fingers along a typewriter. With each ding, the master of disguise adjusted the platen and continued typing, often reading back the parts he had just added in.
"At age 14 I had a dream where I found myself talking to the ghost of Hendrix." He read aloud. "And he told me to stay. Stay go. Keep trucking and don't stop chucking. I had no idea what it meant back then and to this day, I still don't." Pleased with what he had written so far, Robbie continued on to the next chapter of his memoirs.
"Chapter 19..." He started. "One day I came home to my lair and found a raccoon eating my bacon wraps. In retaliation, I chased the little stinker out of my home with a broom and accidentally locked myself in the bathroom for three days. How that happened I still can't recall."
Back in Pixel's room, the gizmo guy was struggling with his video game. No matter who he chose, William Shakespeare kept defeating all his fighters.
"This guy's tough!" Pixel said out of breath. "I've tried Hemingway, Hughes, Poe and even Hardy!"
The animated Shakespeare did a little jig and flexed his biceps as the computer voice said, "Thou hast lost thy battle!"
Pixel wiped the sweat from his forehead and went back to the fighter select screen, looking over the fighters he had yet to choose. He then found one of particular interest. "Here's one. Kipling!" Pixel was now determined to beat the English writer and advance towards the second level by any means necessary.
In Ziggy's house, the little boy was now running around his home in a hyperactive state of total idiocy as the radio was playing loudly. He smeared his chocolate covered mouth over the walls of his home and sang along to the old tunes that played in the background.
"Ooooh, I love the nightlife. I got to boogie... on the disco 'round, oh yeah!" He sang aloud as he jumped on his bed trying to bang his head on the ceiling.
Back inside the hovering airship, Sportacus was lying on his bed with a pair of earphones on. It appeared that Sportacus gave up all hope of escaping from his ship. At least until things started working again so in the meantime he would just have to relax.
It just so happened that the superhero was listening to a self-help tape and repeated every phrase he was supposed to.
"I am a good hero." Sportacus followed along. "I am a valuable asset... I don't put myself before others... I do look good in that color..."
At the playground, Stingy and Trixie continued crashing into each other with their carts but neither one would concede the match.
Stingy stuck his head out and called out to his friend. "Face it, Trixie! You can't beat me! I'm the master!"
"We'll see about that!" The girl shouted back.
The two were about to make another collision until a huge chunk of ground suddenly collapsed, causing Stingy's cart to tip over and toss the boy out. He rolled along the dirt floor and looked up at the oncoming shopping cart.
"Wait!" He screamed but Trixie's cart eventually tipped over as well. She dusted herself off and noticed the hole in the ground.
"Where did that come from?" She asked.
Just then, Stephanie poked her head out of the hole and looked around. "Wow. I didn't think I made it this far!" Stephanie was pleased with herself.
"What are you doing?" Stingy asked the pink-haired girl.
"Digging!" Stephanie replied as she went back down the hole.
Trixie and Stingy just exchanged glances and shrugged. "Want to joust some more?" Stingy asked.
"Yeah, all right." The girl nodded.
Inside his lair, Robbie added the finishing touches to his memoirs as he tried to come up with a title. He leaned back on his chair and thought of the possibilities.
"Hmm..." He thought aloud. "Robbie's World? No. Robbie Rotten: A Hero Forgotten? No, not really the angle I'm going for..." He then thought of the perfect title. "I know! A Rotten Life! Yes! Beautiful!" The town's resident villain then typed the title page of his memoirs and set the entire 501 page novel on the coffee table in front of his television.
"All in a day's work." He said to himself.
Back in Pixel's room, the gizmo guy was making huge progress against Bill Shakespeare as his usage of Rudyard Kipling was proving to be a success. The digitized poets were going head to head but Pixel was determined to make the win.
"Yes! I'm almost there!" He shouted.
Outside, near a power line, Stephanie dug herself up to the surface and looked around. She didn't see anyone and there weren't many buildings around so she knew she had gone too far.
"Uh-oh. I better get back before I really get lost!" She told herself. As she started to dig some more, Stephanie accidentally struck a pipe hidden beneath the dirt, causing an enormous power outage throughout half the town.
Before Rudyard Kipling could defeat Shakespeare, the entire game console shut down much to Pixel's horror. "No!" He shouted. "I was so close! No! No! No!"
The radio turned off inside Ziggy's house but the little boy continued running around, singing, "Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got love in my tummy!"
All the electrical appliances in Robbie's lair started to sizzle and burn out, practically scaring the living daylights out of him. Robbie looked around at all the chaos and noticed the television was starting to give out.
Knowing that his memoirs were in danger, the villain leaped forward to save them but it was too late. The television exploded and the small sparks that flew out landed on the pages of Robbie's life, burning them away into nothingness. Robbie reached for his fire extinguisher and put out the flames.
He then fell to his knees and sobbed. "My life's work! Ruined!"
Inside Sportacus' airship, everything switched back on and things were back to normal. The above-average hero saw the door open but paid no attention to it as he was entering a new chapter in the self-help tape.
"My butt does not look fat in those jeans..." He repeated to himself.
Stephanie returned to her backyard and crawled out of the hole she had made earlier. She dusted herself off and was approached by her uncle, who had various complaints on the phone.
"Stephanie?" He started. "You didn't have anything to do with that just now, did you?"
"With what?" She asked.
The mayor spoke into the phone. "Don't be ridiculous! My niece couldn't have done such a thing! She didn't even know anything happened! So before you go around accusing people of sabotaging power lines, I strongly suggest you think twice! Understood!? Good! Have a nice day... mom."
As Uncle Milford went back inside the house, Stephanie placed the shovel back in the garage and headed for the playground. "I'm off to play with my friends, uncle!" She called out to him.
And played with them she did. That is, of course, after Stingy and Trixie tired themselves out from all that senseless jousting. And Pixel got over being deprived of his victory over that silly video game I don't think anyone in real life would buy. And when Ziggy's musical sugar rush died down. Then Stephanie was able to play with her friends, thus concluding a crazy day in a lazy town.