Robbie the Good Guy?
By 18lzytwner
Chapter 1
Stephanie watched the sun go down from her bedroom window. Tomorrow was the last day of school. It had been a relatively bumpy start but things had slowly grown to be as if she hadn't just moved to LazyTown. She'd made some new friends and she was happy.
"Stephanie!" Uncle Milford called from down the hall.
"Coming!" She shouted in reply and quickly got off her bed. The now ten year old walked down the hall and into the kitchen.
"What is it, Uncle Milford?" Stephanie asked.
"I wanted to talk to you about something. Come on let's sit in the living room." He said. The two walked into the other room and sat down on the couch.
"I wanted to say that I'm very proud of you. You've done a marvelous job of adjusting and I know that that day is coming." Uncle Milford said. Stephanie sighed and swallowed hard. She had almost forgotten about that. In less than a week, it would be the first anniversary of her parents' death.
"Do you want to go back and visit them?" By them Milford meant their gravestones. Stephanie hadn't thought about that. She wasn't sure if she wanted to. When she didn't say anything right away, Milford knew she might need some time.
"Just let me know." He said as he wrapped his arms around her. Stephanie put her arms around her uncle and tears began to well in her eyes. Quickly, she shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. No more crying, she had to be stronger. They were gone but she'd never forget them.
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Robbie walked back and forth in his underground lair behind the billboard. There had to be a way to rid to LazyTown of Sportakook. It had taken a long time for him to finish his five-hundred hours of community service and he was getting sick of doing good deeds. Wait a minute, he thought.
"Sick of good deeds. I could fool those idiot children into thinking that doing good things were a sickness." Robbie said aloud. Then another thought occurred to him.
"But I tried that with the vegetables and that didn't work so well. Hmmm, what else can I do? Think, think, think." He muttered as he paced back and forth, tapping his temple with his left index finger. After twenty minutes, he was being to feel dizzy so he sat down in his big fuzzy orange chair. His head remained empty except for the words that kept repeating in his head. Sick of good deeds, sick of good deeds. There had to be something to that he could use. At a loss, Robbie turned on the television.
"Are you sick of losing people's phone numbers? Have too many little scraps of paper up by the phone?" A man on a commercial asked. Robbie was about to change the channel when he heard something he liked.
"Then the Number-O-Matic is for you. It plugs into your phone and automatically places your friends' numbers in alphabetical order. You'll never need paper and pen ever again." The man continued to talk but Robbie ignored him.
"That's it! Sportadork wants to be my friend. If I become his "friend" I can "perform" good deeds and make him think I've changed. In the meantime I can feed those stupid kids "good ideas" and when they start doing bad things, Sportasnore will be blamed. He'll leave in shame. Man, I'm good!" He said as a smile crossed his face.
To Be Continued...
