A/N: Sorry about this being late. You can throw stuff at me if you want to. It was hard to get at the computer for more than 20 minutes a day. Anyways, I hope you like it.


Chapter 7

Stephanie walked home with Trixie, their book bags weighing them down. Neither one could believe how much work they had to do.

"It never fails. I finally get one project done and I get another one." The pink-haired one sighed.

"Well what did you expect? You chose to be a history major." Trixie smirked as she sifted her book bag on her shoulders.

"Says the girl who wants to be a teacher." Stephanie rolled her eyes. Both girls laughed and smiled at each other.

"So did you talk to Stingy?" Her friend asked.

"I tried but I don't think I'm getting through." Trixie became serious.

"Maybe the trick is to start spending time with Ziggy and Pixel. Then he'll get jealous and finally want to talk." Stephanie suggested.

"That could get ugly." The dark-haired girl replied.

"Yeah but I'm out of ideas." Stephanie smiled slightly. Trixie just shrugged and the two were silent for a few moments until they saw Robbie walking nearby.

"I wonder what he's up to." The second nineteen year old said.

"I don't wanna know. Ever since he got out I've been having these uneasy feelings. Sportacus says I should give him a chance but something in me refuses to." Stephanie answered.

"Well keep you distance and focus on your school work." Trixie told her. Her friend nodded and they continued on their way.

"Robbie pulled open the lid on the tube that led to his lair. He was tired from working but the idea of getting Sportacus kept him from flopping down in his fuzzy orange recliner. The villain pulled all that remained of his concoction out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave. He watched as the tray circled around on the inside of the appliance and how the 'taffy' returned to its original liquid state.

"Excellent." He said to himself as he pulled the microwave door open. The villain reached inside and pulled out the ice cube tray, which had grown hot. In order to not burn himself, Robbie moved his fingers around until he set the tray down on the table that stood behind him. Then he grabbed a syringe and put the tip of it into the liquid in the compartment. Next, Robbie pulled back the plunger and the yellow gooey stuff began to fill the chamber. However one compartment was too much liquid for the needle and this would make his task take twice as long but he didn't care. Grabbing an apple from the table he stuck the tip of the needle into the part where the stem comes out.

"He'll never see the pin hole and that elf will bite into this nasty health food. Now all I have to do is fill up five more apples and then find the mini receiver to stick inside the wonderful package." Robbie quickly set about doing what he planned and within half an hour was almost done. Six apples sat in an Easter type basket, on a cushion of plastic pink grass. Inside the pink grass was hidden the mini receiver. At first Robbie thought about sticking the receiver inside an apple but then he'd have to have six of them and the added issue of the possibility of Sportacus swallowing one, which was too risky. Now all that was left to do was to guarantee that the above average hero got and ate the package.

"How am I going to make sure he eats it?" Robbie wondered to himself. He paced about until an idea hit him.

"A little note from Pinky ought to ensure that Sportadupe eats it. The only problem is how am I going to write like that cheerleader?" Again he took up pacing until he got dizzy and then he sat down.

"Handwriting, handwriting…" the villain tapped his forehead. Then it hit him.

"The Note-Faker 5000! It makes anyone's handwriting neat and can write up to one hundred words in ten seconds." Robbie shook the ad from his head and smiled. This was going to be easier than he thought.

To Be Continued…