Author's Note: Hello all my fellow Lazytowners. I haven't posted anything in this category for a while. I'm still working on Return to the Forest, so don't give up on me. I thought of this comical little story while reading some of my old faves. Enjoy! I'm open to taking a few ideas from you all to incorporate in the 'list,' so remember to review!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my plot bunny that is hopping around

Summary: The tables have been turned; Stephanie and the kids are plotting against Robbie in hopes that he will learn his lesson. And since Sportacus is on vacation, no one can stop their brilliant plan. Will Robbie survive?

Being Rotten to Robbie

One: The List

If you said this was my fault, you'd be half right. It's Stingy's fault, if there was blame to pin. He was the one with the brilliant idea to piss off Robbie Rotten. I'm just the one who laughed and agreed. And that is why I am also the one stuck with the list compiled by my friends with all of the wonderful plans. I'm the one who has to do every little thing on here and somehow survive Robbie's wrath.

I'm also the only one who gives Robbie the time of day around here. They hate me for it.

What do I get out of it? A few more laughs and the group will do some research for one of my worst college courses: Shakespearean History and Literature. I'm twenty-one; you'd think I'd be a wiz at this stuff, but Shakespeare is just hard for me. At least I will finally have some help . . . after this list is complete and Robbie runs for the hills screaming. (What, are you crazy? Everyone else is in their teens and would probably stab me if I actually asked for help.)

Ugh. How fitting that number twelve on the list is to recite Shakespearean poetry to Robbie. Trixie must have written that one on purpose. She has been such a bitch to me ever since I got accepted to one of the better universities around here. A seed was planted in her mind from LaLa-Land that I'm high and mighty and I'm too snotty to be her friend anymore. Not true at all. Last summer, she walked right past me with her cool little gothic friends and didn't even glance in my direction. So the fact that this list has come to fruition is a miracle. It has brought all of us back together for one common purpose and I hope it will help us all be friends again.

"Good luck," Ziggy says with a mouthful of gummy worms.

My teeth ache just looking at him. "Thanks."

Ready. Set. Go, Steph.

I unfold the list.

Ways to Piss off Robbie:

1.) Bake cupcakes for the Town Meeting. When he goes to eat one, 'accidentally' smash his face in one.

2.) Ask him how many cavities he has because of all the sweets he eats. When he answers, say he should have more because he, too, is very sweet. Run away, laughing.

3.) Suggest he take up dance classes so he and Sportacus can have a dance-off. Whoever wins gets to stay in Lazytown, the loser leaves forever.

4.) Call him 'Cutie Patootie.'

5.) Bring bags of flour to his home. Tell him to water them and put them in direct sunlight. If he looks at you like you're insane, you have succeeded.

The list went on for another page. Trixie suggested that after it is done, they will add more according to his reactions. Some of the pranks are a little strange. I don't know what calling Robbie a 'cutie patootie,' will do. Hopefully he will laugh it off. On my way back to Uncle Milford's, I see Robbie nosing around near Town Hall. With Sportacus on vacation, I have no clue why he would plan any mischief for tonight. The meetings are usually short, but are followed by refreshments and mingling outside. I sigh and walk past him. I suppose I should make those cupcakes.

6.) Football tackle him. When he gets up, do it again. When he asks why, tell him it felt good to hurt him a little after all the trouble he's caused.

7.) On the night of the full moon, howl at his billboard. Hide in the bushes to see if he is scared.

Cupakes are out of the oven, cooling down. I'm beginning to feel slightly nervous. Maybe this joke-a-thon is a bad idea.

"That smells wonderful," Uncle Milford appears in the doorway. "Are those for tonight's meeting?"

I nod. "I just need to frost them. The meeting is at five, right?"

"Yes, twenty minutes away. I will be over there preparing the hall. Bessie is in charge of setting outside up. I'm glad you could come back this summer. Last summer, you were here for a week and I barely saw you! Honestly, we are all proud of you for going to college, Stephanie. Your life has only just begun."

"Thanks, Uncle. I have to say, I am very excited for next year; I'll have my degree in Physical Fitness and minor in Physical Therapy. I can finally open up a gym of my own, right here in Lazytown. Too bad Sportacus isn't here. He'd probably be all over the idea as if it was his own."

He shrugs. "Yes, I can see that. Well, see you in a bit."

This was my fault. If I hadn't accepted these challenges, I could go on my merry way having a good summer. Too late, Steph.

With a short meeting, we are all glad to leave Town Hall. I inhale a deep breath as my friends plant their eyes on me like weeds. I can't shake them off, despite my weaving in and out of food tables. Robbie heads for some grilled chicken and potato salad. I head for the same table. I need to buy some time before I begin pissing him off. (And I am starving!)

"Where's Sportapoop?" Robbie speaks directly to me.

I turn around to face him. I hold my food plate as if it will save me from his bad mood. "On vacation," I reply. "I saw you here earlier. What were you doing?"

He stomps, "Just my luck. Whatever you do, don't walk by the mailbox."

"Right," I begin to walk away.

But I trip. On my own damn shoes. And potato salad goes flying.

Dammit.