Sportacus leaped over the walls of LazyTown, searching for any signs of life in the park. His eyes scanned over the playground, the basketball court and benches. No one. Sportacus scratched his head in confusion. Nope, not here…Sportacus turned full circle and made a dash for the giant apple tree the kids were so fond of. He was disappointed to find no one there. It was odd. Sportacus couldn't find anybody. Not Stephanie, not Pixel, not Stingy…No one! Sitting down beneath the tree, Sportacus tapped his chin in thought. Maybe they all went somewhere…A ha! Sportacus hopped up and ran to his air ship.

"Calendar!"

His bright blue and white calendar fell from the ship, landing comfortably in Sportacus's hands. He grinned happily and opened it to the precise month and date.

"Hm, let's see. A ha! Here we are! June 27th, kids and mayor on vacation from LazyTown."

He closed his calendar, his smile disappearing. Gone on vacation? In a typical fashion, he tapped the calendar in his hand as he thought hard. After a quick demand to the air ship, Sportacus climbed up his ladder to put his little calendar back. Once inside, the calendar was tossed onto the floor near his pilot's seat and he sighed in slight irritation.

"Gone on vacation? They won't be back til' after a few weeks!" Sportacus paced as he talked out loud to himself, "Who am I gonna spend time wi-"

As soon as the name of a certain person entered his mind, a wide smile spread across Sportacus's lips. He dashed to the door of his air ship and started down the ladder. The individual he was thinking of may not like it at first, but Sportacus was determined to make him like company and being social. Besides, Sportacus didn't want to be by himself for the next few weeks. This time together was going to make them way better friends than ever before.

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Robbie tapped his ratchet against his face. Something wasn't coming together correctly. Maybe he had the wrong bolt. Yeah, that has to be it. Robbie dug through his tool chest and found his little container of various bolts and screws. The little pieces of metal dinged noisily as he searched for the correct bolt he needed. Once the correct one was in possession, Robbie quickly tightened it into place upon the machine.

Sitting back, Robbie sighed and wiped his brow. He had been working on this machine all morning, even getting up early to start working on it. The machine itself wasn't very large, maybe the size of and the resemblance a large pivotal gun. Opening the side compartment, Robbie inspected all the wiring. Looks correct. Using a screw driver, Robbie lifted some wires deeper inside the machine to further inspect the contents. Everything looked right. Robbie smiled and sighed again, lifting up his work goggles and placing them on his forehead.

"Now, a few more adjustments and it should be ready to test."

Robbie put his goggles back down and grabbed his welder, bending down underneath a balance wing to the union point of the base and the stand of the machine. Sparks flew as he turned the torch on and began to weld the metal together better. I need it to stay nearly perfectly still. The metal fused together, the sparks causing a crackling sound as it further welded the material. Robbie had a sudden tingling sensation. It was the kind of sensation he got when he was being watched. Assuming it was stray sparks from the torch, Robbie continued welding.

"Hey, Robbie!"

Robbie jumped with a yelp, his head hitting the balance wing above him. The torch dropped to the ground, turning off. Sportacus shuffled back a few steps. Guess I shouldn't have snuck up on him like that.

"Uh…Robbie?" Sportacus walked over to the man, about to place his hands on his shoulders, "Robbie, are you oka-"

Robbie turned around with his hands covering the place of impact, "NO I AM NOT OKAY!"

Sportacus fell backwards from the intensity of Robbie's scream, eventually scratching the back of his head and laughing nervously, "Sorry about that, Robbie. I didn't mean to scare you."

"You know you aren't supposed to come down here!" Robbie said as he lifted his goggles off his eyes to better scowl at the elf.
"I know I know. I'm not supposed to come down here without your permission. But you NEVER give me permission! Come on, Robbie! Cut me some slack."

Robbie only glared at him before snarling and putting his goggles back on his face. Sportacus laughed again, getting up and patting the dust off his pants. Robbie picked up his torch and inspected it. Luckily, it wasn't damaged.

"Put your damned goggles on."

Sportacus did as he was told. The elf didn't know anything about mechanics or machines, but he knew Robbie did. It was a good idea to do as Robbie said. The torch blazed on once again, and crackles could be heard as the fire touched the metal again. Sportacus meandered far to the side of Robbie, watching closely.

"What're you doing down here, anyways?"

"The kids are gone on vacation. I didn't wanna be by myself, so I came to see you! I knew you would be alone."

Robbie didn't say anything, grumbling in his head. Stupid kids. Leaving m with the big kid.

Sportacus looked over the machine, "So, what is this thing?"

The light from the sparks lit up Robbie's face, "A True Former 2000."

"A whatty what what?"

Robbie sighed, turning off the torch and getting up, "A True Former 2000."

Sportacus glanced at Robbie, "What's it do?"

Robbie took a white cloth and wiped the long barrel of the machine, "Once fired at an object, the object hit will turn into its original form or what it would be if it were something different, depending on the settings."

"Uh, huh?"

Robbie sighed, "I'll show you."

Robbie grabbed a locked box and opened it with a quick yank of a lever. He reached inside and pulled out a plastic bag containing one red, perfectly ripe apple. Sportacus was about to ask what Robbie was doing with an apple, of all the things, but decided to keep his mouth shut. The shock of the apple being in the lair was large enough, let alone why it was there. Robbie grabbed a knife and cut a chunk out of the apple, tossing away the rest. He cringed as the apple's scent reached his nostrils and quickly put it on his testing pedestal already placed before the machine.

"Why'd you cut it, Robbie?"

"Get back here and watch."

Sportacus darted behind the machine next to Robbie.

Robbie grabbed a little control panel with multiple knobs on it, "That little chunk of apple used to be a whole, therefore, it's not in its real, true form." Robbie pushed a lever to the side, making the entire machine hum and light up. "Now, I have constructed a mechanism to use specifically charged ions, mutative elements, and electricity to successfully change something's shape. I then use mirrors to bounce them together and create a small, energy filled force that will change the object it hits to the true or hidden form."

Robbie turned a knob up high, "Now. Watch." The machine hummed louder, the barrel crackling with electricity. "Now, I've set the machine to 'true form,' so the piece of apple should become a whole again."

Sportacus gasped, "Wow…really?"

Robbie nodded, "Now. Stand back. Testing run one. Three…Two…One."

Robbie pressed a lever like button and the transparent barrel turned bright red. A bright light flashed and smoke engulfed the pedestal. The hum of the machine died slightly and Sportacus coughed as the smoke worked its way back towards them. Robbie tilted his head side ways in thought, placing the controls down on the table and walking towards the pedestal. Sportacus walked after him.

"Hey! Robbie, wait for me!"

Robbie and Sportacus stood before the pedestal. Robbie wafted away the remaining smoke and peered down onto the pedestal. He grinned once he saw what sat there.

"Well, well, well."

Sportacus looked up at Robbie in wonder. Did it work? Robbie turned to Sportacus and held up a perfect apple by its stem in front of Sportacus's face.

"Am I a genius or what?"

Sportacus smiled widely, gently taking the apple from Robbie's fingers and inspecting it. The apple was as perfect as the day it was originally plucked from the tree.

"Go ahead. Taste it."

Sportacus happily complied, taking a large bite from the apple. It tasted even better than it looked! He closed his eyes as he took another bite, taking in the full pleasure of eating one of his favorite fruits. Robbie inspected the pedestal.

"Hm. There isn't even any burn marks from the high temperature of the energy. Very intriguing!"

Sportacus looked over to the machine. It steamed slightly, "Robbie?"

"Hm?"

"Is that bad?"

Robbie looked up at the machine. The steam seemed to be increasing. He quickly walked over and inspected the barrel. The inside was filled with smoke. Robbie placed his hand on the side of the machine, but quickly drew it away with a yelp. The damn thing is over heating, even after all the precautions I took for that! The machine began to beep quickly, sending Robbie into a panic. Robbie grabbed the controls and began to push and pull the little levers.

Sportacus looked at him curiously, "Hm? Robbie, what's that me-"

"It means it's over heating and if I don't figure something out fast, it will explode!"

Robbie was talking so fast, Sportacus would have sworn he was gonna pass out, "Explode? You mean like it'll die?"

"NO! I mean as in KABOOM! As in MUSHROOM CLOUD! BAD!"

Sportacus ran over, looking from Robbie to the controls and back, "What can I do?????"

The machine began to beep faster and louder, more steam pouring out of every little space. Robbie backed up with his arm covering half of his face, pushing Sportacus back with him.

"It's too late! It's gonna blow!"

Sportacus held on to Robbie's arm, "What? ROBBIE!"

The machine exploded in a bright flash. The light engulf them both, followed by a loud boom. The explosion sent many things flying and whizzing about. It was only moments before it was all over and the entire liar was dead silent.

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"Mmmneh…"

Robbie's right eye slowly opened, adjusting to the dim light. He felt dizzy and tingly and he opened his other eye slowly. From what he could see, the lair was a mess. Robbie lifted his head slightly. His entire body ached. It didn't help that he was covered by wood and his bed sheets that he used for naps on his chair.

Closing his eyes, Robbie slowly but surely rose from the debris, shaking away the dust from his body. If his body could talk, it'd be swearing at him for putting it through the pain it was going through. Robbie grumbled to himself.

"Some genius I am. Guess I have to start all over."

However, when Robbie opened his eyes, things weren't the same. Everything that was still intact seemed to be…well, taller. A lot taller. Robbie cocked his head. It didn't make sense. Maybe the explosion caused him to get smaller. If it did, it didn't make sense. The elements he used in the production of the machine didn't include size changing. Slowly, he began to walk to wear the machine, which was amazingly, still somewhat intact. But as he walked, Robbie heard little clicking noises. When he stopped, the noise stopped.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

When he didn't get an answer, Robbie shrugged and continued walking. There it was again, the clicking noise. Not only that, but Robbie could feel something dragging behind him. Maybe one of his light chains or shower curtains. Turning around, he was ready to yank off whatever was attached to him, but nothing was there.

"Huh?"

Robbie looked all about behind him until he suddenly noticed his nose. What?! My nose! His nose, or what used to be his nose, was now orange and long, like a muzzle. Robbie back peddled in surprise, tripping over his feet and falling backwards. He yipped in sudden pain and zipped back up on his feet. Looking behind him, Robbie saw what was dragging behind him.

A long, orange and white fluffy tail.

Robbie shook slightly as he stared at the limb that flowed behind him. Good god, I hope not…Robbie ran for the costume line up, pushing through broken benches and furniture. He made his way to his mirror that hung in dangles over the floor. A cloth covered the fragile glass and Robbie slowly tugged the material down. He was silent and his eyes went wide as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Robbie had transformed into a fox.

The white fur on his chest heaved up and down as he breathed hard. Robbie sat down, slowly gathering his wits. Okay, come on. Think! What could have happened…Just then he remembered…Sportacus. Robbie bounded down from the platform and searched near the machine.

"Sportacus?? Sportacus where are you?"

His new ears picked up the sound of movement near the spot Robbie had emerged, so he darted over. Piles of wood and cloth covered the floor, no where showing the shape of an elf…or even another animal.

"Sportacus?"

A little pile of cloth by Robbie's feet began to move. Robbie leaned down, almost poking the moving bump with his nose. Little, tiny grunts could be heard, and unconsciously, Robbie sniffed it. Suddenly, out from under the white sheet a little nose popped out and pressed against Robbie's. Robbie's eyes popped open wider at the touch of the little pink nose. The tiny little muzzle formed a big smile, and a little gray and black face with happily closed eyes emerged from the sheet, still draped over the head.

"Sportacus?"

"Robbie! That was kinda fun! We went flying, like WHEE!"

"Sportacus…Look at me…"

Sportacus opened his eyes and his smile quickly disappeared. He saw a large orange, furry face in front of him. His head cocked to the side as his mouth hung open in wonder.

"What happened to you? And why are you so big?"

Robbie slid a little piece of broken mirror across to him, "Take a look at yourself, you little rodent."

Taking up the little piece of mirror, Sportacus held it out in front of him and blinked. Large pink and black ears replaced his pointed elf ones and little lines of black outline his eyes. Looking behind him, Sportacus saw a long gray and black tail. A black stripe followed up his back and over between his ears and down his nose. All that really remained of his original self was a little tuff of dark, golden blond fur between his ears.

Sportacus had turned into a sugar glider.

"Whoa…" Sportacus glanced at Robbie, "And you're a fox!"

"Good job, smart one. The question is why." Robbie began to look over the machine again.

Sportacus glanced back down at himself in the mirror, moving his ears side to side. A smile plastered itself on his face again and he began to make faces at himself. Giggling, he put the mirror back down and stretched. His tail swayed from side to side behind him, sweeping across the floor. Standing up on all fours, Sportacus was about to join Robbie at the machine until a little spot of blue on the floor caught his eye. Dashing over, he grabbed the little blue cloth and nearly squealed with happiness.

Robbie examined the machine closely, his eyes straining to identify some sort of problem. The main pane? Nothing. The barrel? Nothing. There seemed to be nothing wrong with the machine that would lead him to some sort of conclusion.

Sportacus hopped down from a rafter onto the long barrel of the machine, "Know what happened, yet?"

"No, I don't know wha-" Robbie stopped mid-sentence as soon as he looked at Sportacus, "Where'd you find that?"

Sportacus pawed his hat and goggles self consciously, "I dunno. I just found them."

"But how?"

"I dunno. You're confusing me."

"None of my clothes are still around. Why is your hat and goggles?"

Sportacus shifted uncomfortably, "Because they have elf magic protecting them?"

Robbie eyed him, "Do they?"

"Yeah."

Robbie snorted in disgust. Leave it to the elf to be all protective and finicky about his hat and goggles. Turning, Robbie now looked at the control he had for the machine. His eyes swept across each button, and as soon as they glanced at a certain button, Robbie's sighed in irritation.

"Son of a…"

Sportacus blinked in confusion, "Huh? What's up?"

"This is what's up."

Sportacus bounded over and sat next to the controls.

"See this button?"

Sportacus looked at the button Robbie's nose pointed to, "Yeah."

"This is the settings button. It controls what the object is turned into. When we did it on the apple, we had it on original form…when it exploded…" Robbie sighed again, "It was set to the other setting…"

Sportacus looked at the panel, "It says….Optional form?"

"Yeah."

"What's that mean?"

"It means, Sportamouse, that we were transformed into the form of being that we would have been if we had been part of the animal, or non-human like, beings."

"Ooohhhh..."

Robbie frowned and turned away. Sportacus watched as he slowly walked to what remained of his big, orange, fuzzy chair and sat down in it. Robbie laid his head on the arm rest and sighed, his ears drooping. Sportacus hopped down from the little platform the controls was on and bounded over to the chair, hopping up onto the same arm rest Robbie's head was on.

"Robbie?"

"What?"

"What's the matter?"

"Just…leave me alone for a bit…"

"Why?"

Robbie closed his eyes, "So I can think."

"About what?"

Robbie growled, "About how I'm going to get us out of this mess…"

Sportacus cowered slightly. When Robbie was human and growled, he sounded scary enough. Being a fox now only made it scarier. Sportacus tugged his hat farther down on his head.

He turned to hop down from the chair, "Okay, Robbie."

"If only there was some way to reverse the chemical reaction…"

Sportacus stopped, "Huh?"

"The only reason we changed was because of the chemical reaction between the elements and intensive heat and energy. If only there was some anti-solution we could somehow receive to break up the chemical bonds and-"

Robbie's eyes popped open. His ears perked up to full height, alert. Sportacus looked at him curiously. Now what? Robbie didn't say anything. He just stared at the far wall.

"Robbie?"

"Sportacus, strap on your goggles."

"Huh? Why?"

"We're taking a little trip."

AN
Hark! Kami is back...with FUR.

Never fear, my readers. Creme, Venom and Craving are NOT out of commission...I was. Lol. There came a time where I just couldn't do any writing. Therefore, the stories were unfortunetely neglected. I feel bad. But upon working alone one day in a lonely antique store, my writing senses returned to me and I sat and wrote this entire chapter to this fic, started another new one, and continued to work on the fourth installment of Venom. Soon, all my stories should be updated.
Now, this fic. Much, much time planned. I've had this idea stashed away for some time. The idea sprung from a conversation with Smile-san, in which we decided the spirit animals of Robbie and Sportacus were the fox and the sugarglider. When the temptation came, this chapter rolled off of my fingers like honey of a tongue. If you love it so far...It will only get better.
Someone's gonna ask why Sportacus's goggles and hat were spared from the explosion...Elf magic...Lol. His little tuff of his original hair was just to keep him different than others. Robbie has a special feature too, but that'll be brought up in the next chapter.
Chapter titles will be the song titles done by Will Smith, something like Smile-san did with one of her fics.

Lots of love!