Robbie couldn't sleep. That was why he had been walking through so late at night. Here thought that the fresh air might help. However, he hadn't expected to find this. Two children were nestled together under a tree. One looked to be about four years old while the other was only an infant.
He had no idea what he was supposed to do now. Walking away, he was careful to not wake the two. Then, he found a canister to send a message to Spartacus. He hated having to call the sports elf but didn't have much of a choice.
Sportacus was startled by the canister shooting into his room. Who would be sending him a message at this hour? His crystal wasn't blinking. Regardless, he couldn't treat this any less seriously. He jumped from his bed and landed next to the canister. Picking it up, he slipped the paper out and unfolded it.
It read, 'I need your help. -Robbie Rotten." Sportacus furrowed his brow. Why would Robbie need his help? He shrugged and flipped into the driver's seat of his airship. He brought the ship down and exited it. He found a worried looking Robbie. He stared at the tree with a grimace.
"I didn't know what to do," Robbie said, speaking quietly. "I thought that you might."
"What are you talking about, Robbie?" Sportacus asked before being led over to the tree quietly. He saw what Robbie meant. The two children napped quietly. The older girl had a note taped to her back.
'I can't take care of them. This town is the only hope they have for a descent life.'