((HEYO!I was working on the final chapter of "Skylanders Short Stories: Blank Out!" and I started getting bored, so I took a moment to quickly write something about my (second) favorite Skylander! Please enjoy!))

Trigger Happy's Guide to Waking Somebody Up

"Yo, Trigg!" Spyro called. He bounded over to his gremlin friend and catching his attention. "Have you seen Stealth Elf?"

"Nope-a-dope," Trigger Happy cheerfully replied. "Why?"

Spyro sighed. "She's supposed to help me with something today, but she's not anywhere! I looked all over the citadel."

Trigger Happy tilted his head, then grinned. He shot the ceiling twice and exclaimed, "I'll help ya look for her, Spyro!"

"Really?" the dragon asked. "Gee, thanks! I could use the help! I swear, it's like she's not even on the island."

"I can look around outside for ya," Trigg suggested with his usual sunny tone. "Maybe you can take a break! Ya look kinda tired."

Spyro nodded. "Yeah, I was up all night looking for her. Thanks, Trigg. I'm gonna go take a nap. Do me a favor, and tell me if you find her?"

"Yep-a-roo!" Trigg waved goodbye as his friend walked away to his room. The gremlin laughed and dashed over to a terrace. He climbed on top of the railing and shouted "Geronimo!" when he jumped off. He fell about three stories, then was saved by a bounce pad. "Weeeeeeee! He he! Bounce bounce!" He landed on his face, then stood up and started laughing like a maniac. Which is normal for him. "He he! Again!" He looked back at the terrace and shrugged. "Later. Again later."

He dashed past the Core of Light, thinking of places that Stealth Elf would be. "Doo da doo, gotta find Stealthy. Dat doo da, make Spyro happy."

"Trigger Happy?" Trigg skidded to a halt in front of Camo. "Hey, uh, what are you doing?"

"Um, ah, I'm looking for Stealth Elf!" Trigg replied. "Ya seen her? Huh?"

Camo scratched his head. "Eh. Not since yesterday," the Life dragon replied. "But, I do happen to know that there's a secret spot near the beach that she likes to spend time in..."

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" Trigg was jumping up and down. "Tell meeee! Tell Trigger Happyyyyyyy!"

Camo sighed. "C'mon. You can't tell anybody."

"Ooh." Trigg pretended to zip his mouth closed. My lips are sealed!" Camo paused, considering whether or not he should spill. "Oh, c'mon! Pleeeeeeease?" Trigg pleaded. "I need to find her! She's supposed to be helping Spyro with a thing!"

Camo considered this, then nodded. "Alright, alright," he said. "There's an old robot on the beach that will open a secret door if you oil it."

Trigg tilted his head. "Oil...?" he questioned. "Where in the whoozie-whatsis am I gonna get oil?"

"From Drobot!" Camo explained. "That's where Stealth got it."

"Oh, Drobot!" Trigg exclaimed. "That guy'll give you anything if you bother him a bunch!"

"Mm-hm," Camo agreed.

"But, hey, how do you know about this?" the gremlin asked.

Camo chuckled. "She showed me!" he responded. "It's like a secret base in there. She keeps a flippin' futon in there. She likes her privacy."

"Yep!" Trigg said, then headed for Drobot's workshop. "Thanks for the info dump, Camo!"

"Any time!"

"He he he! Oh Droooooboooooot!" Trigg called. He ran head first into the workshop door. "Ow..."

The door opened and Drobot stuck his head out. "What do you want, Trigger Happy?" the mechanic asked.

"Hi to you too..." Trigg grumbled, standing up and rubbing his head. "I need to borrow some oil. Got any? Huh?"

Drobot growled. "Why in the name of Master Eon do you need oil?"

Trigger Happy shrugged. "It's classified."

Drobot glared at him for a moment, then blatantly replied, "No," and went back inside, slamming the door.

"Oh, c'mon!" Trigg pounded on the door. "I neeeeeeed it! Please please please please please-" The door flung back open and knocked him backwards. "-ow."

Drobot stuck an oil can in his face. "Bring it back when you're done."

Trigg looked at it, then snatched it. "Woo hoo! Thanks Drobot!"

"Just don't bother me again." He went back inside and slammed the door shut again.

Trigg stormed to the stairway down to the docks and slid down the railing, lighting the torches on an orange fire. "He he he! Weeeee!" He landed on his feet this time, then dashed towards the beach, passing Gill Grunt and Zap. "Old robot, Camo said... Ah HA!" He eventually did come across a rusty old robot with oil dripping from it's arm. The gremlin poured some oil on it and yelped when it moved. The cliff face opened up like a door, welcoming Trigg inside. What he found inside appeared to be a Secret Base from Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire. "Well, what do you know- there is a futon!"

Stealth Elf was in there, alright. Asleep. "Maybe she was awake all night too." Trigg picked a stick off of the ground and poked her. "Heya, Stealthy, wakey wakey eggs n' bakey."

Stealth grumbled and waved her hand. "Mmph. Wake me up when April rolls around."

"It's June!" Trigg exclaimed.

"That's my point."

Trigg grumbled. "Stealth, you're impossible!" he roared.

"Don't call me Stealthy," Stealth Elf yawned. "Now go away."

Trigg growled, picked back up the oil can and walked away. The door closed behind him and he looked back. "Hm." He shrugged, then walked back towards the docks. He stopped next to Gill Grunt and Zap, who were talking about the ocean. "Heeeeey Giiiiiiiill..." Trigg said with a smirk. The Water elementals glanced back at him.

"Oh, hi Trigger Happy," Gill Grunt said. "What's up?"

"Nothin'," Trigg replied. "Hold this." He pushed the oil can into Zap's hands. "Can I borrow your water gun thingumabob?"

Gill raised an eyebrow and pulled out his harpoon. "You mean this?" he asked. "It's out of harpoons. I need to restock."

"Don't matter!" Trigg exclaimed, swindling the blaster. "Just need the water."

"Well, you'll need this, too." Gill Grunt pulled off his water pack and handed it to Trigg. "You can refill it in the water."

"Ya, I figured." Trigg pulled the pack onto his back. "Thanks Gill! I'll give it back when I'm done with it!" He took the oil back from Zap and headed back to the beach.

"Oh. Uh. Okay!" Gill called back.

Trigg oiled the robot again and the door opened up again. He approached Stealth Elf again. "Alright, I'm gonna give ya one more chance, Stealthy," he said. "Get up!"

Stealth groaned. "I thought I told you to go away. And stop calling me 'Stealthy!'"

Trigg shrugged. "Suit yourself!" He held up the water cannon. "I was hoping you would say no!" He pulled the trigger and blasted her with water, laughing maniacally.

Stealth sprung up. "Alright! Cut it out!" She roundhouse kicked the gremlin in the groin and roared, "What's the big idea?!"

Trigg grumbled and shook himself off. "You're supposed to help Spyro with a thing today..."

"And that's an excuse to blast me with water?!"

Trigg shrugged with a goofy grin on his face. "Maybe..."

Stealth growled. "Ooh, you're gonna get it..."

"Meap," Trigg yelped, and he started charging in the direction of the Citadel.

"Get back here you orange rodent!"

Stealth chased him through the gates of the Citadel, up three flights of stairs and into Spyro's room (which he shared with Sunburn and Bash). Trigg slammed the door in her face, then opened it back up with a playful laugh. "Sorry about that," he chuckled. "but Spyro needs your help with... uh... whatever he needs your help with!"

With a sigh, Stealth started wringing out her hair. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that..." she said. "Thanks. But next time, figure out a different way to wake me up, kay?"

Trigg nodded. "Yeah, yeah. It was pretty funny, though. :3"

"Whatever."

They were interrupted by loud snoring. They turned to find that Spyro was curled up in his bed, which was more like a nest made of blankets than anything. He was totally conked out. Trigg started bouncing up and down and he looked at Stealth excitedly. She laughed. "Equal treatment," she said. "Go for it."

Trigg grinned and fired up the water pulse again, blasting Spyro full force.

((Ta-da! So this story's a thing now. This was my only idea, so if you want more, you'll have to leave suggestions in the reviews!))