Chapter 10

The brightness of all the lights surrounding Trixie nearly blinded the girl but she wasn't about to let that get in the way of her escape.

"Hey! What's that!?" The girl pointed out across the sky.

As everyone turned around to see what she was pointing at, Trixie made a run for it without looking back.

"Suckers." She smirked.

Stephanie redirected her attention towards Trixie, only to discover her blurry figure running off in the distance.

"Hey!" Stephanie whined. "She's getting away! C'mon!"

All the cops were unable to respond as they were still trying to spot Trixie's discovery.

"I don't see anything!" Said one cop.

"Ziggy! Pixel! Stingy! Let's move it!" Stephanie ordered her friends.

"Coming!" They all replied.

As Trixie ran, she could hear the oncoming footsteps of her friends and picked up the pace. Pixel suddenly materialized right in front of her with the use of one of his zany inventions.

"Yeah! My matter transporter's up and running!" He exclaimed. "Game over, Trixie."

"I don't think so!" She responded as she slipped a disk into Pixel's wristband.

In a matter of seconds, every piece of machinery on Pixel's person shut down and went dead. "Oh, man! What'd you do!?" The boy demanded to know.

"It's called a virus!" She continued to run.

Ziggy then tackled the girl to the floor and started to beat her over the head with his lollipop. "Yield! Yield, I say!"

"Never!" Trixie yelled as she whacked Ziggy across the face with a piece of broccoli.

"Broccoli! No!"

Trixie got back up and continued running. Stingy was lagging behind her now but was the closest one in range.

"Stop running, you silly girl!" He called out to her.

"No!"

"C'mon! My legs are killing me!"

"I wouldn't be worried about my legs if was you!"

"What do you mean!?"

"Ziggy has your broccoli!"

"My broccoli!?" Stingy turned around and headed for his fallen comrade to claim the vegetable as his own.

Just when she thought she was in the clear, Trixie found herself cornered by Stephanie and Sportacus.

"It's time to put you away, Trixie." The hero in blue told her.

"Oh yeah? Well I know your weakness!" Trixe said as she pulled out a small piece of candy.

Sportacus backed away from the girl, feeling weak and drained of his energy. "No… No, please…" He pleaded.

"Catch!" Trixie tossed the small jawbreaker towards Sportacus, causing him to pass out.

"Sportacus!" Stephanie cried.

"And now to get rid of you, Pinky!"

"Do your worst!"

Trixie pulled out a small, green rock and dangled it from a chain. "Ha-ha! Are you feeling weak, my friend? Weak!?"

"Umm…" Stephanie scratched her head. "What is that?"

"It's…" Trixie was confused as to why Stephanie wasn't weakening. "It's Kryptonite. Y'know? Your… your weakness."

"Uhh… no." The pink-haired girl shook her head.

"It's not?"

"Okay, first of all--that's Superman's weakness. And second, that's just a green lego with glitter on it."

"What!?" Trixie closely examined her building block and slammed it to the floor. "Darn it! I paid $12 bucks for that!"

"Why did you do it, Trixie?" Stephanie demanded to know.

"Look, Pinky! It was the prank of the century! Don't you get it!?"

"But why!?"

"A clue! A clue!" The voices returned to Stephanie's head.

"There it is again!" She griped.

"There what is?" Trixie asked.

"You don't hear it?"

"A clue! A clue!" The voices said again.

"Hey! Shut up!" Stephanie finally screamed, causing all the young children's voices to cry. She then grabbed Trixie by the shirt and pinned her against a wall. "Ooh, I'm so angry at you!" She scolded her like a mother.

"Hey, not cool!"

"You did this for a reason! Why!?"

"I can tell you that." A gruff voice said from behind.

From behind another wall, a 2-D figure appeared wearing a fedora and a cigar in his mouth. The figure looked just like Jr. but was taller, orange and had the word NICK scribed on his chest.

Stingy and the others arrived to find the orange figure pointing a candy cane at the pink-haired girl.

"It's… it's him!" Stingy gasped.

"Who?" Asked Ziggy.

"Nikhail Lodeon!" Junior said as he revealed himself as well. "My father."

"Yes! It is I!" The orange cut-out exclaimed as he knocked over the wall with ease and revealed a trail of Pops Rocks leading towards Town Hall.

"He's the Russian mobster all of LazyTown police has been looking for!" Stingy continued. "He's Nick!"

"Da!" Nodded the Russian. "And I am here to put an end to all of this!"

Stephanie stepped forward. "You used Trixie to kill the gingerbread man. Why?"

"He was my rival."

"What?" Stephanie and her friends were puzzled.

"For years the gingerbread man has gone around with his public image and brought joy to millions of people around the world. My image! That of a 2-Dimensional being with no facial features."

"But the gingerbread man did have facial features!" Ziggy corrected him.

"Only to avoid confusion between us but the fact remains the same. He infringed upon my image and used it as his own. I demanded vengeance so I hired this young girl to carry out my plan."

"Which was?" Stephanie asked.

Trixie stepped forward and explained. "I was bored with all my usual pranks. I needed something new and innovative. That's when I met Nick. He started me off in the right direction then left the rest to me."

"What's going on?" Sportacus asked as he awoke from his slumber.

"Go back to sleep!" Jr. shouted as he lashed Sporty over the head with a taffy whip, rendering him unconscious yet again.

Trixie then continued. "You see, everything I pinned on Robbie was actually legit. I was the one who took the piggy bank. I was the one who broke Bessie's window and took the gingerbread man. And when we stormed Robbie's place--"

"You were the one who pulled the leg from Robbie's pocket, making it seem like it was there the whole time." Stephanie finished the sentence. "And when we tried to scan the prints, you were the one who pinned the 'out of order' note on the monitor."

Ziggy gasped. "You're a liar, Trixie! A really, really, really bad liar!"

"You shut up!" Jr. screeched as he whipped Ziggy with the taffy.

Pixel checked one of his remaining handheld computer consoles and nodded. "It all computes. Trixie was the only one who wasn't there when we found the note and she was the one who knew how to avoid suspicion."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Stingy interrupted. "Then what was the point of me going to jail and busting out with Jr.!?"

"Do you really think I needed your help busting out of that place?" Jr. chuckled. "I was waiting for a patsy like you to take the fall for the operation but like an idiot, you gave yourself up anyway."

"I was cleared!"

"And now your work is done, child." Nick patted Trixie on the head. "G.B. is no more and LazyTown is about to go up in smoke."

"Why?" Stephanie asked.

"Why!? No reason. I just like blowing stuff up." The Russian shrugged as he took out a soda can from his pocket. "Say good-bye to the Town Hall!"

"You realize they'll just build another one, right?"

The orange figure froze in place. "Eh, what?"

Stephanie grinned. "And even if you do blow up Town Hall, there'll still be a city left over."

The mobster and his son huddled together and whispered to each other, trying to find the error in their plan. Meanwhile the voices came back to haunt Stephanie.

"A clue!" The children cried.

"All right, that's it!" Stephanie yelled as she went behind another wall. A few seconds later, she reappeared with a flamethrower strapped on her back and a pair of protective goggles draped over her eyes.

"Stephanie?" Sportacus asked as he awoke.

"Sleep!" Jr. whipped the hero again.

Stephanie took out a lighter and flickered it in front of the nozzle of the flamethrower, igniting the tube. She then unleashed a blaze of fire, aiming it towards the vacant air and laughing like a maniac.

"How's about a little fire, scarecrow!? Bwa-hahahahaha!" The pink-haired girl had now lost her mind.

Stingy was now in awe form the scorching flames. "Ooh… what a flamethrower. I want it… I want it! I want that flamethrower!"

He charged towards Stephanie and accidentally bumped into her, causing the young girl to shift the weapon's setting. A long stream of fire then burned the 2-D figures to the ground, causing them to shriek in pain.

"No! We're melting! Melting! Oh, what a world!" They both gurgled.

Shocked from what she had just done, Stephanie slowly lowered her weapon and faced her friends. "Can cartoons... die?"

They all shrugged as Sportacus came around yet again. He shook his head and managed to regain his balance then noticed the burning pile of orange and blue ink.

"You know what?" The hero started. "I don't even want to know."

"Trixie, did you really have to kill G.B. Man?" Stephanie asked her friend.

"It was a prank! Jeez, how many times do I have to say 'my bad'!?" She then held out her hands. "Okay, go ahead. Arrest me."

Stephanie shook her head. "Nope. Not gonna happen."

"Really?"

"Why not?" Sportacus asked.

"We'll need her for another episode."

Everyone nodded in agreement as a dead silence filled the air for a brief moment. They all looked at each other, wondering what to do next.

"Well, what now?" Pixel asked.

Stephanie thought for a moment. "Bing Bang?"

Everyone shook their heads and protested with her suggestion. Stephanie then got an idea and jumped up and down. "Ooh! I know!"

"What, Stephanie?" Sportacus was now curious.

Stephanie then started to sing a song highly irregular from their usual "Bing Bang" routine. But for some strange reason, everyone knew the lyrics and started moving along with the music.

Day-o, Day-ay-ay-o

Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day, me say day, me say day, me say day

Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o

Daylight come and me wan' go home

Sportacus took out his Rastafarian hat and started a steady conga line that started to go along the city streets.

Work all night on a drink a' rum

Daylight come and me wan' go home

Stack banana till the mornin' come

Daylight come and me wan' go home

Mayor Meanswell and Ms. Busybody stood outside on the sidewalk and noticed everyone dancing to the funny tune.

"What's going on?" The mayor asked. "Did you catch the culprit?"

Stephanie ignored her uncle as she continued singing, her friends supplying the backup vocals with deep Jamaican accents.

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana

Daylight come and me wan' go home

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana

Daylight come and me wan' go home

They all grabbed hold of Milford and Bessie and suckered them into their line, continuing their slow dance around town.

"Oh, well if you insist!" Bessie laughed.

In his lair, Robbie spied on the group with his periscope and nearly gagged. "You mean after all that, they're just gonna pretend like nothing happened!?"

It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!

Daylight come and me wan' go home

Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!

Daylight come and me wan' go home…

When the song ended, the group returned to their starting point as Stephanie ran out to do her splits, accidentally knocking over the can of soda Nick had supplied. The carbonated liquid made contact with the Pop Rocks, creating a sparkling chain reaction along the trail Nick had made.

A loud, ground-shaking explosion sent flying debris all over the place as everyone shielded themselves. After a piece of burning driftwood landed next to Stephanie's foot, the girl giggled nervously. "Ha ha… oops."

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE: All right, I know what you're thinking. What was the point of this story? I'll tell you. There was NO point! I just made this story on a whim, hoping someone would actually read it. And you know what? It worked! XD Thank you so very, very much for all the kind words!

SERIOUS NOTE: My next LazyTown fic will be my most ambitious one to date. It will stay true to the TV show and all its characters, so don't expect to see any more police brutality, Jamaican & Milli Vanilli fetishes or exploding candy. At least, not anytime soon ;)