AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just wanna say thanks again for all the positive feedback I've been getting. It's the fuel for my fire, if you know what I mean. Do you? 'Cuz I don't. Not a clue...

Chapter 6

Robbie sat down in the interrogation room as Stephanie and Trixie stood across the room, eyeing him. Robbie insisted that he was innocent but the evidence was all there. The cookie's missing leg, Robbie's constant bad behavior and his love for stolen sweets. One piece of the puzzle still didn't fit, however. Stingy's piggy bank.

"So, Mr. Rotten..." Stephanie started. "Are you going to tell us why you stole the piggy bank before going on to Bessie's beloved Gingerbread display?"

"How many times do I have to tell you!? I'm innocent!" The man pleaded.

"What do you think, Trixie?" The girl in pink asked her friend.

"I believe him." She said much to Stephanie's and Robbie's surprise.

"Really?" Stephanie asked.

"No!" Trixie burst out laughing. "Almost fooled you, didn't I!?"

Stephanie laughed along. "Yeah! Good one!"

Robbie, however, sobbed and put his face down on the table. "Why won't you believe me!? I was out playing Bingo!"

"Why should we believe you, Robbie?" Trixie asked. "Everything you've done in LazyTown is finally coming back to you and we're going to make sure you pay!"

"Yeah!" Stephanie agreed.

"Yeah!" Said Ziggy as he stuck his head in the room for a moment.

"Yeah!" Said Pixel from behind the glass.

"Yeah!" Said a familiar big, yellow bird who suddenly came out of nowhere.

"Who are you?" Stephanie asked.

"Oh, I'm from the Public Broadcasting--"

"Go away." The pink girl interrupted.

"Oh. Okay." Said the big bird as he walked out of the room, never to return to this story again.

"You want to know what I think?" Trixie asked as she took a seat across from Robbie.

"Talk to me, girl." Stephanie said as she leaned against the wall.

"I think Robbie went out for a stroll one night and noticed Stingy with his back turned and his precious little piggy bank ripe for the taking."

"Uh-huh..." The pink one followed along.

"As a prank, he snatched it and decided to hide it where Stingy would never find it, only to stumble upon Bessie's prized gingerbread display which was in clear view from her front window. His tummy growled and the sweet smell of gingerbread with surprise-in-your-mouth frosting and gumdrop buttons only made it harder for him to resist."

Robbie shook his head, denying everything he heard. "It's not true."

Trixie then continued. "Robbie knew Bessie wouldn't just give him the cookie, he'd have to take it. Frustrated and suffering from a severe case of the resident-villain-munchies, Robbie broke through that window and snatched the cookie."

"No!"

"Admit it!" She slammed her fist on the table. "You took Mr. G.B. away from his family and realized you had a few seconds to either drop what you were doing and run away or let them catch you in the act!"

"No! It's not true!" Robbie then covered his ears, trying to ignore her.

"The body's right arm showed a crack running along the middle, indicating a struggle! Everyone knows gingerbread's the hardest cookie to bite through so you grabbed hold of that arm and bit the leg off, giving G.B. a major sprain!"

"I didn't!"

Stephanie then tossed the remains of the gingerbread man's leg and pointed out the various bite marks along the shin. "Look at that!" She said. "Even in a hurry, you couldn't bite off more than you could chew so you shoved that leg in your pocket and saved it for another day."

"And to make sure you wouldn't take the blame, you purposely left Stingy's piggy bank at the scene of the crime in a final act of desperation." Trixie concluded her theory. "You framed him."

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That very night inside the prison, one of the guards wheeled the mail cart along the cells as the inmates threw in their mail one by one. The guard stopped in front of one of the cells and noticed two very large packages severely duct taped and wrapped with yellow packing paper. After eyeing the packages, he heard one of them sneeze.

"Bless you." The guard said.

"Thanks." Responded the package.

"Whatever." The guard said as he lifted the packages and tossed them in the bin with ease.

Inside the warden's office, one of the other guards rushed in with urgent news. "Sir! Sir!" The man looked around for his superior, frantic from a disturbing discovery. "Sir, where are you!?"

"I'm right here, Johnson." The warden said, sitting in his chair which was in plain view.

"Oh, there you are!"

"What is it?"

"Sir, two of the inmates are missing!"

"What!? Which ones?"

"Uhh..." The guard took out a file and placed it on the warden's desk, searching through the papers. "Inmate #012273. A Stingy... uh, the last name's a bit smudged here. But the other inmate is #1-800-BOOTYLICIOUS."

"Which one is he?"

"He's the son of Russian mobster Nikhail Lohdeon."

"Nickelodeon?"

"No, no. Nikhail Lohdeon."

"That's what I said! Nickelodeon!"

"No, sir! It's Nikhail-- you know what, it doesn't even matter! They all call him Nick for short anyway. His son is Nick Jr."

The warden then remembered the inmate. "Oh, I remember him now! Johnson! Sound the alarm! We can't let them escape!"

Another guard rushed inside the office. "Sir! We've just spotted them! We believe they're heading for the Central Boardwalk Station!"

"If they make it to the beach, there's no telling where they could run off to!" Johnson panicked.

The warden then switched on the intercom and alerted all the guards in the prison. "This is Warden Warren. We have two inmates on the loose! A Stingy Something-or-other and Nick Jr.! They're heading for the Central Boardwalk Station! It's very important that the latter inmate, Nick Jr., does not reach the station!"

"Sir!" A different guard called out. "They made it! They're on the boardwalk!"

"What!?" The warden spoke through the intercom again. "Attention! Nick Jr. is now on the Central Boardwalk Station! I repeat! Nick Jr. is on CBS! Nick Jr. is on CBS!"