"So, what are you guys up to today?"

"Nothing much," Stephanie beamed.

"Yeah," Trixie nodded. "We're just sitting here talking, thinking about things to do."

Sportacus looked around at the group. Trixie had her chin in her hand, thinking, Stingy was stroking his piggy bank, and Pixel was tapping a finger on his chin deep in thought. Stephanie was watching Ziggy, who was looking unusually thoughtful holding a bag of sugar whilst bouncing on a chair.

Sportacus leaned towards Ziggy so that he was closer to his height. He looked at him thoughtfully, and when Ziggy failed to notice, Sportacus spoke.

"Ziggy, is everything all right?" He asked.

Ziggy stopped bouncing and seemed startled.

"Oh! It's you! Hi Sportacus!" He smiled.

Sportacus smiled back. "Hi Ziggy!" He answered. Then, more seriously, he added, "Is there anything that is bothering you? Anything you want to talk about?"

Ziggy again looked alarmed. "Um, uh…" he glanced away furtively, "n-no, Sportacus."

"Ah," Sportacus nodded. "I see." He turned back to the group, back glanced back to make sure that Ziggy was still paying attention and said, "You know, any one of you can always talk to me, and to your friends if you are having a problem. Or, if you just want to talk. That is what friends are for. Right?"

"Sure, Sportacus!"

"Right on!" Pixel cheered.

"Definitely!" Trixie nodded.

"mmm…. Mine," Stingy mumbled absently.

'Right," Sportacus continued. "We are all here for each other."

Sportacus waited until the rest of the children had returned to their thinking and turned back to face Ziggy. " Ziggy, now, are you sure there is nothing that you want to talk about?"

"Yes," he nodded emphatically. "Uh, I mean… no. "Uh, I mean, yes I don't want to talk about anything."

"I see," he nodded again thoughtfully.

"Well," he stood up, "I think I will go back to patrolling Lazy Town, and leave you guys to continue thinking about what you are going to do today. It is a gorgeous day here in Lazy Town today," he added.

"Yes it is," Stephanie answered.

"It sure is!" Pixel agreed.

"uh… uh…." Ziggy sounded like a bomb about to explode.

"My mom's a crack-head!" He shouted suddenly, bouncing wildly in his seat.

Sportacus spun back around, his eyes wide. "Wha..?"

Stephanie grinned wide, her eyes sparkling. "Ziggy!" She exclaimed gleefully, " So that's what you're so hyped up on sugar all the time!"

"Mmhmmm, mmmhmmm," Stingy nodded in agreement, his attention fully on Ziggy and away from his piggy bank.

"You see your mom," Stephanie continued, "hitting the crack all the time, that looks like sugar by the way, and getting the munchies and all that-"

"Actually," Sportacus began, "I believe that is marij-"

"It's actually… mine!" Stingy shouted.

"Nuh, uh," Pixel shook his head in certainty. "Actually, her dealer is-"

"W-wait a minute!" Sportacus interjected, dismayed. "You mean this news doesn't bother you all?" He looked aghast. "This is a serious problem!"

"Ppfft!" Trixie rolled her eyes. "No, it isn't. That's nothing compared to-"

Ziggy swallowed another spoonful of sugar and jumped to his feet.

"Ms. Busybody runs a brothel!" He screamed.

"Mmhmm! Mmmhmm!" Stingy nodded again in agreement.

"What! Ziggy, really-"

"Whore house, tart-farm, sugar shack," Stingy listed off alternative phrases helpfully. "And those are all mine too!" He added.

"No they're not!" Stephanie giggled, giving Stingy a playful shove. "That one isn't even yours!"

"I know what it means!" Sportacus shouted, at the same time Stephanie spoke.

Ziggy dropped his sugar. Stingy stared. Trixie let her scooter fall to the ground. Everyone stared at Sportacus in shock.

"Sportacus!" Stephanie chided.

"What?" He demanded. "I shout and that upsets you?"

"Mmhmm, mmhhmm," Stingy affirmed.

"Ziggy's mother's a whore," he sputtered exasperated, "And me raising my voice is what bothers you!"

"Nuh, uh," Pixel shook his head. " she's the crack-head. Ms. Busybody's the whore."

"She runs the whore house," Stephanie corrected helpfully.

For once Sportacus was at a loss for words. But, only for a moment.

"How can you all just sit here? This doesn't even bother you?"

"Nnnope!" Trixie shook her head.

Ziggy looked upset by Sportacus' show of emotion. "She has a really nice whore house, Sportacus," he offered, tryg to make his favorite above average hero feel better.

Stephanie had grabbed the bag of sugar Ziggy'd dropped, but kept her focus on the group. Stingy, hardly interested in this old news anymore, brought his attention back to his piggy bank.

Trixie started laughing then.

'Trixie, what is so funny?" sportacus stared at her, obviously disapproving.

"The mayor's probably her pimp!" She cried out, barely able to speak through her chuckles.

Sportacus' eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

"Stephanie?" He turned to her, hoping that she, at least was able to see something wrong with this picture.

Stephanie rolled her eyes and shook her head at her friend's antics. 'Trixie, you know he's not a pimp!" She laughed. "Ms. Busybody doesn't need a pimp," she corrected.

Stingy nodded in agreement. "She is the proprietor," he stated.

Stephanie bobbed her head in agreement.

Trixie shrugged, seemingly unbothered that no one else thought her joke was that great. "Why do you think they call her Busybody?" She snorted with laughter at her own new joke.

"Trixie!" Sportacus was horrified.

She looked at him innocently. "What?"

"E..even if Ms. Busybody had such an…establishment," Sportacus spat the words out, " that would mean that she had people under her employment."

"Uh huh," Pixel agreed.

"Pixel!" Ziggy elbowed him.

'What?"

Stephanie, what do you know of this?"

"I don't know anything about it Sportacus," she answered, popping a pinch of sugar into her mouth. "Not much about it anyway." She shrugged.

"So," Sportacus turned back to the rest of the gang, " you all knew about all of this?"

"Yeah," Trixie answered and yawned.

"I think the real question is," Pixel added, "why didn't you know?"

"Eew!" Stephanie spat onto the ground. "Ziggy! This isn't sugar!" Stephanie spat out her tongue and made a face. She thrust the bag back at him, disgusted.

"It isn't?" He asked, genuinely surprised.

Stingy's eyes sparkled. " It's mine!" He shouted and intercepted the bag.