One Robot or Two?
By 18lzytwner
Chapter 1
Shortly after Big Decisions
"Mr. Rotten!" The screech came from the all too familiar voice of Robbie's parole officer, Mrs. Margaret Mazzi. Robbie cringed as he opened the top of the tube for the irate woman.
"You filled your drug test container with apple juice!" She continued to screech at him as she came down the entryway of the lair.
"I have no idea what you're talking about and I'd like it if you'd lower your tone. I'm going to be deaf soon." Robbie said snidely when she landed. It probably wasn't the right thing to say as the parole officer dumped the apple juice all over the villain making him wet and sticky.
"That was absolutely uncalled for!" Robbie shouted back. He may have been pissed off on the outside but on the inside he was laughing. It was too easy to get under Mazzi's skin and he loved doing it, that and it helped pass the time.
"Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to take a shower." The villain turned and left the red-faced parole officer standing there next to his big fuzzy orange chair.
On the surface Stephanie looked out the kitchen window as clouds began to gather in the darkening sky above LazyTown. She wished she'd been able to go out and play but the homework she had wouldn't allow it. It was just as well however as big raindrops began to fall. With a sigh she turned back to her laptop and the history paper that was due the next day. She'd been putting it off and now the ten page monstrosity about World War Two was coming back to bite her in the butt.
"The start of World War Two was…" the sentence hung there inside the digital piece of paper waiting to be finished. Normally she would have been able to jump right in and explain the take over of what used to be Czechoslovakia and then the September first nineteen thirty nine German march into Poland. Britain and France would declare war on Germany two days later but not backing up their promise until the invasion of Belgium and Holland on May tenth of nineteen forty. However none of that made it to the page and her train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the front door. She quickly answered it as the rain began to pound harder on the windows in the kitchen. There she found a soaked Sportacus. Stephanie grabbed his arm and pulled him in.
"Are you ok?" She asked as she closed the door.
"I was just doing my rounds when it began to rain and I tried to get to my airship but this was closer so I was hoping I could wait it out over here." He smiled as he wiped the water off his face with his hands.
"Let me get you some towels." The twenty year old smiled back and ran down the hall to the bathroom where she retrieved some large beach towels. When she returned to the kitchen she handed one over to the soaked above average hero and he began to dry himself off.
"So what are you up to?" He asked, as he took his boots off so as not to make more of a mess by spreading mud.
"My paper that's due tomorrow." She answered as she took the soaking wet towel from him and handed him a dry one.
"That ten page one that you were given three weeks ago?" Sportacus wondered.
"The very same one." Stephanie told him as she handed him a third towel so he could sit down in the kitchen on one of the chairs and then turned her attention to the rain and the pounding the windows were taking.
"How far are you?" He asked as he walked over to the kitchen sink and removed his hat.
"Well I have half a sentence." The twenty year old waited for him to give her his 'are you serious?' look that he usually reserved for Robbie but when she turned around she instead caught the sight of curly dirty blonde hair.
"What am I going to do with you?" Sportacus shook his head with a slight smile.
"Well I could think of a few things." She said distractedly. That sentence caught the above average hero off guard and an awkward silence fell between the two.
Back below the surface, Robbie emerged from his shower to find that Mrs. Mazzi was gone but she left a note saying that she would be back later and wanted a real sample this time. The villain shrugged and thought he'd worry about that later as he turned to his workshop. His most recent endeavor was to figure out how to make his little beeping robot into a human sized one. Perhaps something he could hold a conversation with once it went through is animation machine. That's when an evil thought went through his head.
"Oh how could I resist?" He asked no one in particular.
To Be Continued…