01: So Pure - Alanis Morissette

She didn't know if she could handle it any more. Climbing the stairs, and then the ladder constantly was beginning to get on her nerves. The only upside was coming home, down to the bunker. It was like a big kid's slide, only with twists and turns. Violet knew that was one part of this home she did, actually, like. But the downsides were much more in numbers, and outweighed anything good that Robbie could tell her about. It was time, and she was going to tow her line in their home—she wanted a house. Above ground. And she would be damned if she wasn't going to get it. The only question was exactly how Robbie would react to her ordering him about, much less what she was ordering for, but at the moment, she didn't really care.

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"Come on Robbie…"

"I've told you, I'm not physically able to do that kind of stretching. Some of us, like you, can. But I'm just not able!"

"Really?" a heavy sigh.

"Yes, Sportacus, really."

A very pregnant pause was, unwittingly, broken by the laughter of children. Which caused the elf to smile sadly and jump off the bench, and go to play with those who were seemingly chanting his name. The taller man left as well, shaking his head in amazement. He couldn't believe how the children of this town seemed to be constantly dazzled by the jumps and feats of athletic prowess that their hero did regularly, often enough that they were watching a repeat performance most days. As he reached Town Hall, he was caught off guard by his lovely wife, his precious doll.

"Violet."

"Robbie, we need to talk." He motioned toward a nearby bench, bowing slightly, a smile on his lips.

"Whatever about, my love?"

"A serious subject."

"So vague, my dear, mysterious. What is so serious that you can't outright tell me?"

She fidgeted, not knowing exactly how to put what she had to say lightly, or as delicately as possible.

"Well, to be frank—"

"Please, be frank. Be gruff, pedantic if you must. Just get it out!" She must have taken more time thinking than she thought she had.

"I hate where we live." That took him by surprise.

"Hate is such a strong word."

"It's the best I could do. Loathe isn't right either, nor is despise, venomously dislike, or wholly disgusted by could describe accurately. I thought I would use a word that was frank, like I said I would be. Although all those terms, together, describe my feelings well."

"So what do you want to do, leave Lazytown?"

"No. But it's dark, dank, and cumbersome to live underground. I want a house in the town, where we are easier for our friends to get to and it's easier for you to sleep."

"How could it be easier above ground?"

"Because we could get a house specially built with thicker walls than is normal, not to mention getting thicker windowpanes, you wouldn't have outside noises bothering you."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you want a house above ground?"

"Because I long for something in our life that is somewhat normal. Like my past life." The last part was a whisper.

"Well, I don't understand why, but you shall have it."

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Note to all: for anyone trying to move everything they own out of an old war bunker—make sure to have a superhuman elf as your best friend. They come in handy at the greatest of moments.

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"How'd you get him to agree?"

"I don't know. I gave him the most obscure of my reasoning, and he told me I 'shall have it.' and Voilà! I have it."

"It is a beautiful home Violet."

"As always, you know how to get to a person heart Stephanie."

"Well, now that we've gotten everything in place, and we're actually relaxing on a couch with tea, what's the next thing you plan on tackling with him?"

"To keep him from starving and depriving himself of sleep when an inventive idea comes to his head. Which is now harder, as he's keeping that bunker for inventing in. I think it's a good idea. That way- the house doesn't get damaged whenever something goes wrong. And with the entry fixed, it's easier to get in and out, so if anything does go wrong enough, Sportacus can run in and save him."

"At least everything is covered then."

"until the next problem crops up, that is."

Both ladies laughed.

"Ya know, just because I can't hear the noises outside doesn't mean those inside are kept out!"

They only laughed harder.

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Let's grease the wheel over tea
Let's discuss things in confidence
Let's be outspoken let's be ridiculous
Let's solve the world's problems
I love you when you dance when you freestyle in trance
So pure such an expression