Tara here. Ha ha, this is definitely not my best. Far from it, actually. I just decided to write something about (my personal my personal favorite robot) Coconuts. He just is so unloved. :( This is short, kinda stupid, and personally, I don't like it for whatever reason. Maybe I will redo it sometime. Then again, maybe not. Review if you feel it necessary.

Just read.

Compared to him, Scratch and Grounder have never lifted a finger. They had everything he had ever wanted, everything he worked for, and they didn't even realize it, let alone appreciate it. Instead, they fought, bickered, and whined, making feeble and poorly thought-out attempts, each time failing, coming back empty-handed. Yet, they were still rewarded more than punished. Second chances for them turned to third, fourth, fifth, and so on. This all took place while Coconuts was punished without provocation, taking demotion after demotion without the opportunity to prove himself. He was all but forgotten, and slowly making his way to the junk heap, and he knew that his days were numbered.

The gloating didn't help. No, not at all. Scratch and Grounder would sneer and laugh as they walked by, considering him less than dirt, when it should be the other way around.

"Better get that done before the master comes," Scratch would tease. Coconuts held to his broom, gritting his teeth.

"Yeah, or you'll get another demotion!" Grounder joined in. And then they laughed at him, pointing fingers (or drill-bits) and feeling good about their pitiful jokes. Coconuts threw down his broom, balling his fists and standing on his toes.

"That's it! I don't deserve this; no, no, no! It isn't fair that you get all the glory while I'm stuck pushing muck around and setting mouse traps!" he shrieked.

"Do you think we might have went to far this time?" Grounder whispered, backing away from the screaming monkey.

"Nah. The little twerp is just overreacting. Watch this." Scratch stepped forward. "Ba-ha ha-ha! You're lucky Dr. Robotnik doesn't just trash you, but I guess someone has to keep His Nastiness' sewers from backing up!"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Coconuts raised his voice.

"Look, Grounder, he doesn't even defend himself because he knows it's true!" Scratch screeched in delight. Grounder was about to chime in when he was interrupted by his phone ringing from his midsection.

"Answer it, you dumbbot!"

"I am, I am!" Grounder defended as he fumbled with the receiver. he cleared his throat. "Hello?"

"Scratch! Grounder! Where are you?" Grounder held the mouthpiece away from himself for a moment.

"Scratch, where are we?" Grounder asked. Scratch rolled his eyes.

"Gimme that!" he said, reaching for the phone.

"No, I can do it myself!" Grounder insisted. Scratch lunged for the phone anyway, and Grounder held it away from him. They fought, wasting time. Cocnuts retrieved his broom and wondered why Dr. Robotnik didn't call him. Finally, Scratch seized the phone.

"Scratch speaking."

"Get to the fortress immediately!" their master screamed from the other line. Scratch dropped the reciever as Dr. Robotnik screamed.

"Y-yes you're Distgustingness! Of course!" he stuttered, shoving the phone back to Grounder. "Let's go before he gets really mad!"

"Isn't he already?" Scratch didn't reply, but witihin a few seconds, Coconuts was alone. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The good thing about Janitor Duty- he didn't have to work with those two.