A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK!!! There were those who doubted my return. Others anticipated it. Either way, I'm back and there's no way you can get rid of me now! Before I get started let me just say that I've been waiting TWO years to get this story off the ground and now it's finally happened! I'll be taking baby steps, though. So don't expect a whole lot at first. But eventually the story will evolve into something… well… I don't know. Whatever.

LAZYTOWN created by Magnus Scheving, property of LazyTown Entertainment and Nick Jr.

MYSTERY SCIENCE THEATER 3000 created by Joel Hodgson, property of Best Brains, Inc.

Oh and just so you know, I'll be writing this story like an actual episode of LazyTown. Y'know, just to try something new and shake things up a bit. You have been warned.

The moon descended from the night sky and in its place, the bright sun bounced up and shimmered on the fluffy white clouds and the airship that hovered with them. Inside, LazyTown's champion opened his eyes and jumped out of bed. After giving the command, the bed folded back into the wall and Sportacus now stood on the hard floors of his vessel as several compartments opened up to reveal an assortment of floating orbs that rotated around the inside of the ship.

"Training sequence X initiated." The ship's computer said. "Begin when ready."

With a nod, Sportacus extended his left hand and gave his first command. "Sword!"

A slot on the wall opened up to launch a razor-edged cutlass with a blue and white striped handle into the hands of Sportacus. After a few practice twirls with the blade, Sportacus front-flipped his way along the floor and slashed his way through several of the hovering orbs while the clock on the wall began counting.

00:01

After each hit, the practice buoys disintegrated and spawned anew in various parts of the ship, this time with a number flashing in front of it.

00:10

Sportacus's next challenge was to destroy the orbs in numerical order before his old record passed him by. The hero in blue twirled around and kicked a button on the wall that shot out a small golf ball.

00: 18

"Club!" He yelled.

When the metal rod was in his hand, he quickly flipped his way to another part of the room and placed the ball on the floor.

00:22

He took one quick glance at all the hovering markers and swung the club, launching the ball across the ship where it ricocheted against the walls and knocking into the buoys in the correct order. When they all vanished, the clock on the wall stopped with the above average hero's new record.

"New record set. Thirty-five seconds."

With a laugh and a spin of the old club, Sportacus nodded in approval. "Perfect!"

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Intro:

Welcome to LazyTown, a place where you'll want to stay.

You'll meet Robbie with his rotten plan and Sportacus saving the day.

Stephanie is new in town and soon she and Ziggy are friends.

With Pixel, Stingy and Trixie, too. They're gonna have a blast together!

Go, go, go get 'em LazyTown! It's the start of a brand new day!

Things are upside down here in LazyTown!

Adventure's just a moment away…

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LAZYTOWN SCIENCE THEATER 3000

The morning continued in LazyTown inside the mayor's home as Stephanie wandered into the kitchen, where her uncle was frantically walking back and forth. She leaned against the counter and watched in amusement while Milford checked his pockets and searched high and low in the living room for something that was obviously important to him.

"Something wrong, Uncle?" She asked with a giggle.

"Oh, Stephanie!" He said with a startled voice. "I can't seem to find the keys to my office!"

"You mean the ones you keep in your coat pocket?"

"Why, yes!" Milford nodded before he realized he wasn't wearing his coat. "Oh, dear… silly me."

The mayor hurried over to the coat rack and slipped on his favorite tan jacket then stuck his hand in the left pocket and sighed after giving the keys a jingle.

"Oh, thank goodness."

Stephanie giggled some more. "Why are you in such a hurry, Uncle?"

"Today I'm supposed to be meeting some very important people from a very important organization, who have decided to come and visit LazyTown. Ms. Busybody and I have been getting ready for their arrival all week and we want to make sure the town looks its best."

"Oh." Stephanie nodded along. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, no. I have everything under control. Sit down and eat your breakfast, dear, and have fun with your friends. I'll be back in time for lunch."

"Well okay, then. Bye, Uncle!"

After waving to her uncle, Stephanie sat down at the table and enjoyed her breakfast. Outside, the mayor greeted Ms. Busybody who had just stepped out onto her backyard with a pie in her hand.

"Oh, good morning Ms. Busybody!"

"Hello, Milford. What do you think of the pie I baked?"

"Well it…" He sniffed the pie and suddenly became entranced by its cinnamon and apple-based aroma. "…It's lovely, I…"

"Don't you dare!" She pulled away in a heartbeat. "I made this especially for our visitors!"

"Why, yes… of course…" He stammered.

"Now do you have everything ready?"

"Of course. The stage has been set, the banners have been posted and Sportacus has even agreed to come down and meet them! All I have to do is stop by my office and grab a few things."

Hidden behind the shade of a nearby tree, a figure cloaked in black spied on the two chattering adults and grumbled to himself. He then pulled out a pocket watch and glanced at it for a few seconds until he heard the distant laughing of children. They were approaching fast and the figure in black had to leave now. He jumped into some nearby bushes and waited while Ziggy, Stingy and Trixie came walking by talking amongst themselves.

"And then," Ziggy continued his story with enthusiasm. "Sportacus came down and saved me before I hit the ground!"

"Oh, Ziggy…" Trixie rolled her eyes. "Sportacus is always saving you from your own clumsiness!"

"Oh, you're just jealous of the fact that I've been saved more than anyone else!"

"That isn't necessarily a good thing, Ziggy." Stingy said.

By the time the trio was out of sight, the figure in black stood back up and looked both ways before hurrying off to his next destination.

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Beneath the surface, Robbie Rotten strolled along his lair with a piece of periwinkle cake in his hand and slowly walked up the steps to his periscope. With one hand, he brought the device down and did his usual snooping around town to see how he could ruin the kid's fun for the day.

"Now let's see…" He said to himself with a mouthful of icing. "…What are those lousy kids up to?"

A quick glance of the stage and welcome banner puzzled the villain as he adjusted the focus on the periscope.

"What's going on here?"

Suddenly, Bessie and Milford came into view as the mayor set up the podium and Ms. Busybody placed her pie on top of a table.

"Who are these people again, Milford?"

"Well they didn't tell me their names. But I do know that they're representatives of a place called Gizmonic Institute."

"Gizmonic Institute? What's that?"

"It's… uhh… oh, I… I suppose I don't really know that either. But I did get a call from one of them and he said he and his assistant would be here today."

"Visitors?" Robbie spat out his cake in disbelief. "Someone's coming here!? To LazyTown!? Oh, great. They'll probably be like the rest of those brats and enjoy things like… Sports… and eating healthy and… exercise…"

The thought made him shudder and he took a moment to gag while the kids on the surface were regrouping at the sports field. There they kicked the ball around, taking turns to make sure everyone had a shot at it when suddenly…

"STINGY!" They all cried in unison.

"What?" His eyes shifted. "Don't look at me like that! You're damaging my ball!"

"But you're supposed to kick it!" Stephanie pleaded.

"Can't you kick something else?"

"Like what?"

"Here!" He grabbed Ziggy by the shirt. "Kick Ziggy!"

"Hey!" The candy eater whined.

"Oh, Stingy…" Stephanie shook her head then turned to the rest of her friends. "So what should we do now?"

"We could go back to my place and play my new video game!" Pixel suggested enthusiastically.

"Mortal Wombat is boring!" Trixie protested. "Can't we do something else?"

"Like what?"

"For starters, you kids can clear the area!" A voice called out to them before the loud rumbling of a machine drowned it out.

They turned around to see a big orange bulldozer headed their way. Driving the machine was a man with a big furry handlebar mustache and wearing an orange and yellow suit.

"You kids need to clear the area pronto!" He repeated.

"What for?" Stephanie asked.

"This sports field is to be turned into a parking lot!"

"A parking lot?"

"That's right! In order to accommodate the new visitors that are coming today, this field is to be torn apart immediately!"

"New visitors? What new visitors?" The kids looked at each other puzzlingly.

"The new visitors Uncle Milford told me about." Stephanie said to them. "But why do they need our sports field torn down?"

"I told you!" The man in orange crawled out of the bulldozer and waved a shoddy-looking map at the girl. "To put up a parking lot!"

"But there's lots of parking lots already!" Stingy pointed out.

"Yeah, well they have lots and lots of cars! Now get lost!"

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Up in his airship, Sportacus finished his helping of sports candy when his crystal started to go off. He rushed over to his seat where the jet glider separated from the rest of the ship and dropped into the sky. With a sharp turn to the left that took him straight through the clouds, Sportacus could see the field where the big orange bulldozer faced off with the kids.

"If you pesky little kids don't want to leave then I'll just have to go right through you!" The man in orange threatened as he climbed into the machine and restarted the engine. "Last chance, pipsqueaks!"

"Stephanie, let's just go!" Ziggy pleaded as he pulled her away.

The bulldozer raised its plow and slowly inched forward, scaring the children away. Sportacus was getting nearer as he parked the jet behind a wall and leapt into the air.

"But it doesn't make any sense!" Stephanie insisted as she found herself being chased by the rampaging machine.

"Time to say bye-bye, kiddies!" The madman laughed maniacally as the plow lowered back down to pierce the ground.

Suddenly the machine came to a stop and the driver realized the controls were jammed and inoperable. He leaned to the side and stuck his head out to see a familiar Man In Blue holding the machine back with his bare hands.

"Uh-oh…" He gulped.

"Is there a problem here?" Sportacus asked calmly.

"Yeah! You're in the way of me tearing this place down!"

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

With a slight push, Sportacus sent the bulldozer back and caused the driver to rock against his seat. As the engine died down, the man in orange stumbled out onto the grass only to have his disguise fall off and reveal his true face.

"ROBBIE ROTTEN!" Everyone exclaimed.

"Oh, fine!" Robbie hissed. "Go ahead! Keep your stupid field! I'm outta here!"

Frustrated, Robbie shook off the rest of his disguise and headed back to the billboard as Sportacus and the others sighed from relief.

"Thanks Sportacus!" Stephanie smiled.

"No problem!" He smiled back at her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I promised the mayor I would help him greet the new visitors. See you later!"

"Okay then! Bye Sportacus!"

The above average hero winked and ran along the tracks over to the stage, where Bessie and Milford were standing around waiting for their guests to arrive.

"Hello, Mayor!" Sportacus greeted the man as he landed beside the podium. "Am I on time?"

"Yes, of course." Milford nodded. "It's just that… well…"

"What is it?"

"Our guests seem to be running late."

"I'm sure they'll be here."

"I hope so for their sake!" Bessie crossed her arms. "I didn't wake up extra early to bake this pie for nothing!"

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They walked slowly and cautiously through the small town, their eyes shifting and gazing left and right. It was like nothing they had ever seen before and they were too far from home to go back now. One of the men was tall and had a head of wild brown hair with a white streak running through it. His fuzzy mustache had the exact same mark on it and he wore a lime green lab coat that dropped to the knees of his black slacks. He had glasses that were also lime green and they were placed over a pair of very dark eyes that were filled with madness.

His partner was short, chubby and had a big meaty head topped with a swirl of fluffy white hair. He wore a black long-sleeved smock with a pair of gray slacks and on his feet were black and white Converse shoes that were probably as old as he was. As he and his partner continued their trek into LazyTown, he hauled a small red wagon that contained most of their belongings.

"So this is LazyTown, huh?" The chubby one asked.

"I'm afraid so." The tall one nodded. "Now I'm starting to wish I had Googled the place before we came."

"Hey, how were you supposed to know it was a real place?"

"True. I suppose we'll just have to make the best of it."

They stopped in their tracks for a moment and looked around. The man in green took out a small cloth and began dabbing the sweat from his brow.

"Say, wasn't somebody supposed to come out and greet us? The mayor, I believe?"

"Yeah, what gives?"

"Well… let's keep walking. I'm sure we'll run into the heart of town at some point."

"Lead the way, Boss Man."

A/N: Oh and one last thing. Happy Birthday to a very special someone... yeah, you know who you are.