"LazyTown Ficlets"
Author's Note: Robbie and Sportacus have a chat while the kids play on the basketball court. I have some tentative plans for future 'chapters', but I'm open to suggestions. If anyone wants to see an interaction between characters, let me know and I'll consider it.
"48: Young"
Robbie peered over the wall and glared at the kids. All he wanted was a nice nap, but what he got was a rude awakening as the LazyTown brat pack had apparently decided that 3PM was a good time to play basketball.
On closer inspection, they were playing with a basketball, but this was a game Robbie had never heard of. Nor did he care. His nap was ruined. "I don't have the energy for this..."
Sportacus, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, held out the apple he'd been about to bite into. "Apple?"
"Aah!" Robbie jerked reflexively back from it, then turned sourly away. "You know I can't stand those things!"
Sportacus buffed the apple on his blue-and-white uniform, and bit into his snack with a loud crunch. "Suit yourself, Robbie. What are you up to?"
"Wishing I wasn't up." Robbie gestured accusingly at the children. "All I want is one day where I can be lazy in peace! Is that too much to ask?"
Sportacus didn't understand Robbie's obsession with laziness, and he supposed he never would. "No, I guess not."
"And another thing! What are they doing? That's not even basketball!"
"Pixel discovered a game called 'Horse' on the internet, and they all wanted to try it. What you do is-"
"Forget it, I don't care that much." He yawned, giving Sportacus an unwanted look at his tonsils. "Where do they get the energy? And don't say 'sportscandy'."
"Well, they're kids," Sportacus grinned as if stating the obvious. "Don't you remember being their age and wanting to go out and play games with your friends?"
Friends...
The word painfully squeezed Robbie's heart. He remembered wanting to, but he was always the outsider. Unless he had candy to share, or a new invention to impress them with, the kids of his generation had no time for him. Of course, he'd never admit this to Sportacus!
"Maybe I was never a kid. Maybe I was always the dashing villain you see now!" He struck a pose, then winced and braced a hand to his lower back. "Note to self: never do that again."
"Everyone was a kid, Robbie," Sportacus smiled. "I envy them, in a way."
"Huh?"
"To become a Superhero, you have to start early. From the time we can walk, we're in training. These children have a choice. I didn't. I guess that's why I encourage this. I didn't know they were disturbing your sleep, Robbie."
Robbie shrugged. What did he care about Sportacus's childhood? "You people always disturb my sleep. It's nothing new."
"Sorry," Sportacus tossed his apple core casually over his shoulder. It fell into the trash can with a soft thump. "What were you like as a kid, Robbie?"
Robbie thought back over the years of bitter loneliness, and his proclivity for making things. In a way, he'd accomplished a lot more than this bouncy blue kangaroo! He drew himself up and turned to walk off to his lair. "Too cool for you."
