Hey everyone thanks for coming to read my first ever Backyardigans story. I hope you enjoy it!

It was another beautiful day in Normvile. The trees were swaying to the soft breeze, the birds were twittering, and the sun was shinning brightly down on the backyard of our imaginative heroes. Pablo and Tyrone were in the sandbox, pretending to be miners looking for expensive gems.

"How about this one Miner Tyrone?" asked Pablo, as he pulled out a sparkling blue marble from the sand.

Tyrone looked up from his digging and examined the find, "That looks like a perfect gem for Princess Tasha's necklace. Good job Miner Pablo!"

Pablo beamed at him proudly.

Austin came walking up toward them casually, "are you two done relaxing yet? Her Highness is beginning to get a tad impatient."

The both nodded theirs heads, and said in unison, "Almost, Supervisor Austin sir."

He grinned happily, "great. I hate having to go on duty so long without eating, I'm starved."

They both nodded their heads in agreement and went back to working.

Pablo looked up, "where's Supervisor Uniqua? Maybe she can fill in for you." he suggested.

Austin took out a banana from his pocket and began to peel it, "I wish. She's busy attending to her Illustrious's every need and desire at the moment."

"Oh," said Pablo sadly.

Suddenly a cruel laugh rang out from behind them, and all three of them winced.

A 12 year old fox (about their age), wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, with shinning red fur and shifty green eyes, came sauntering up to them sneering. "Hey there losers, still playing in your little sandbox?" At the sight of this fox, Pablo began to whimper in fear, and Austin became extremely silent.

But Tyrone just looked at him calmly and answered mildly, "Hi Andrew, we're in the middle of playing right now. So we're a little busy at the moment. Sorry."

The red fox looked up at him with a sly smile, "ever so anxious today, are we Tyrone?"

"Am I? Sorry, haven't seemed to notice."

Tyrone could tell that Andrew was up to his old trick again, but he wanted to make sure that he kept his usual cool so that Andrew would have a much harder time trying to deceive him by fogging his mind with emotional distractions.

Andrew got uncomfortably close to Tyrone's face. His face inches away from Tyrone's own. But the orange moose stood his ground and didn't move an inch. "Tell me Tyrone, how did a cool guy like you, end up playing make believe with a bunch like this?" he jerked a thumb at Pablo and Austin.

Despite this rude notion, Tyrone shrugged it off, and said simply, "Because I enjoy it."

At this Andrew burst into laughter, having to pant between words to get oxygen, "you…like to play…make believe…with a bunch…of weirdoes!" he ridiculed.

But Tyrone just gazed at him with an unreadable expression. Was it anger? Embarrassment? No, it was one of sympathy. He was sympathetic that Andrew didn't believe in the power of his own imagination.

Andrew, noticing that Tyrone wasn't budging, snorted and said, "you know what? I take it back; you're just as much of a loser as they are. And I'll prove it."

Making his fist into a ball, Andrew punched poor unsuspecting Tyrone directly in the gut.

"TYRONE!" screamed Tasha, who just arrived with Uniqua at the scene, after noticing the lack of participation from Austin, Tyrone, and Pablo in their imaginary game.

Pablo clenched his jaw and tried to calm himself down as Tyrone had done earlier. But it was no use, anger boiled inside of him at the sight of his fallen friend. No one messes with his best friend and get's away with it.

Not even Andrew Crowe.

"Leave him alone Andrew!" he shouted angrily.

Andrew spun around in surprise, never before had the little penguin EVER stood up to him. "I'm sorry. But I think that I just misheard, what did you just say to me?"

Pablo looked him in the eyes, not shying away one bit, "leave, Tyrone, alone." He put emphasis on each word.

Andrew snorted, "or what?"

Pablo speedily grabbed his hand tightly at an awkward angle. "Or this," he warned, as he closed his eyes and sang in a suave, unnaturally calm tone, "There's some things that you can't expect from me, and that's the unexpected. 'Cause I'm an International, Super Spy."

Andrew, unimpressed, rolled his eyes.

But all of the Backyardigans knew what he was truly about to do and gave him a shocked look. "Pablo don't!" Tyrone gasped.

"What?" teased Andrew, "you're going to sing me to death? Ooh I'm so scared!"

Suddenly, Pablo twisted Andrew's hand so harshly it made him go flying. The red fox flipped into the air and with a large thump, he landed on the ground.

Andrew looked at him with a face of pure rage; no one humiliates Andrew Crowe. Especially Pablo the Pathetic. He balled his fists and charged, giving the little penguin all he got. He punched him with ferocity so powerful, even some professional wrestlers might have had a hard time fighting him off.

But Pablo just gave him a serene look and evaded each throw with a simple duck or step in an opposite direction. As if dodging a furious fox blinded by anger was just an everyday routine.

"Stay-STILL!" panted Andrew angrily. Still throwing punches, each getting less enthusiastic as he went on.

Pablo just smiled and ducked as Andrew's fist flew over his head, narrowly missing him.

As he fought Andrew noticed that the blue penguin's speech patterns had suddenly become very different. It still sounded like him, but he sounded strangely calm and formal, which was weird for his usual high-strung manner. "Sorry Andrew, please forgive me, but I'm currently at a loss. To do so would mean an awful amount of pain and discomfort for me. So, why don't you just stop your unsuccessful attempts to injure me, and we're both happy."

His face turned bright red, "Never!" he hissed.

Pablo shrugged, "as you wish." He then grabbed one of Andrew's flying fists, and lifted him into the air, spun him into the air rapidly, and finally, tossing him into the sandbox.

Andrew groaned, and clutched his spinning head.

Pablo straightened his bow tie and sang softly, so that Andrew couldn't hear, "We've got the whole wide world in our yard to explore. Now it's time for us to have a snack! Meet you next time when we're back with your friends, the Backyardigans."

He felt his Agent Secret role fade away.

DUM DUM DUM! A reader's worse nightmare, a cliffhanger! Unfortunately, I might not be able to post the next chapter for awhile because I'm trying to write out other story ideas that I have, but I'll try to get back to this one soon!

Pretty Pablo please review!

(Or all that pain that Tyrone went through will be all for nothing.)

Mahalo!

-Kowalistair Fanatic