A/N: This is a fairly short chapter compared to the last one. I'm probably going to go back and put half of chapter 9 with this at some point to make it flow better, but for now, I'm too lazy. Robbie is a bad influence on me. Also, for some reason, writing Pixel is hard, so I hope he's in character here. I need to rewatch more episodes with him.

To anayu123: It's so funny because when I started this fic waaaaay back a year or two ago, I was all about the Robbie/OC ship. And now, with the resurgence of Lazytown in my life, I have become a Sportarobbie fan. I have no idea how it happened, haha, but I absolutely love Amy and Robbie together. I'm glad you're enjoying it, too!

To girly1215: Obviously spending all my time on tumblr searching for Lazytown stuff is showing in my writing, haha. I genuinely didn't even realize I had that reference to "We Are Number One" in the last chapter until you pointed it out! And then I laughed because the meme has taken over my life. Feel free to keep screeching whenever I drop a reference in, haha!

Stephanie finished brushing her teeth and made her way towards the front door.

"Oh, dear, Stephanie. Where are you going?" Uncle Milford asked. He was currently gathering food items together, but based on the amount of food, it was obvious he planned on going to Bessie's. Or perhaps she had recruited his assistance at yet another thing. "Aren't you sick? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

Stephanie smiled brightly at him. "I'm feeling much better now, Uncle." Thanks to the orange Amy had shared, she felt almost as good as new. She reached the front door and pulled it open. "I'm going to go see if anyone else is feeling better. Be back later!"

"But I thought the doctor said you were supposed to stay in bed?"

Stephanie ignored him and exited the house. By now, Amy had probably found Robbie—at least, so the pink girl hoped. Hopefully, the two could resolve whatever was going on between them, and everyone could get back to having a good summer in Lazytown.

A weird sound came from her left. She glanced over and saw a cloud of—was that sportscandy?—rushing towards her. With a gasp, she dove to the ground, covering her head. The sportscandy whooshed overhead, bringing with it the wonderful smell of fresh fruit. It only took a few seconds for the cloud to continue on, and Stephanie brushed herself off as she got to her feet. "What just happened?" she wondered. Of course, she received no answer, so with a shrug, she followed where the sportscandy had gone, picking up the occasional bits that had fallen out of the cloud and munching on them.

She made her way to the park and found the pile of fruit and vegetables sitting on the ground neatly in front of the basketball goal. "Wow, look at all of it!" she exclaimed. "Where did it come from, I wonder?"

The familiar sounds of Sportacus flipping through the air caught her attention. She turned, and upon spotting the blue hero, waved. "Hi, Sportacus!"

The hero landed in his traditional pose, a big smile on his face. "Hello, Stephanie!"

She ran to him. "Look at all the fruit!" She pointed at it, although how could he miss it?

Sportacus laughed. "I know."

"Where did it come from? Do you know?"

"Yes, I do!" Sportacus crouched down to her level. "You see, Robbie stole all the fruit, but then Amy returned it. At least, I think that's what happened." Sportacus frowned as he spoke, but shook it off.

"Wait. What?" Stephanie couldn't believe it. Robbie had stolen all the healthy food in Lazytown? Okay, that part she actually could believe. But then what about the part about Amy returning it? How? Did she convince the villain to do it, or did she do it by herself? And did that mean that Amy and Robbie were no longer friends? Would anyone want to be friends with such a rotten guy?

"Stephanie?"

The pink girl blinked as Sportacus waved a hand in front of her face. "Sorry, Sport. I got a little distracted, I guess." She smiled sheepishly.

"That's okay. What's important is that we get all of this back to the people it belongs to." Sportacus jumped up and reached to the sky. "Basket!" he shouted.

A white and blue striped basket fell from the sky (well, probably from his airship, Stephanie knew) and into his outstretched hand. He handed the basket to Stephanie, who eagerly took it.

"I'll take some to Pixel and Trixie," the pink girl volunteered, grabbing fruit from the pile and placing it in her borrowed basket.

Sportacus grinned. "I'll handle Ziggy and Stingy!" he said, jumping to the fruit and gathering some in his hands.

Once they both had enough for their deliveries, the two split up. Stephanie still found herself thinking about Robbie and Amy, although she snapped herself out of it when she reached Pixel's house. Nobody answered when she rang the doorbell, but a camera popped out. She waved at it. "Hi Pixel! It's me, Stephanie!" She held up her full basket. "I brought something for you!"

"Oh, okay," a synthetic (but still obviously Pixel) voice said from the camera. The door slowly opened itself, and she made her way inside to Pixel's room.

"Whoa! Look at all that fruit!" the tech geek exclaimed pleasantly at the sight of the basket. "I tried looking for some to eat yesterday, but I couldn't find any."

Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, I was the same way. Apparently there was a problem with Robbie stealing it, but everything is okay now…I think." She offered the basket to Pixel, who jumped out bed to grab a banana. He quickly peeled it and took a bite.

"Wow, I feel much better already!"

Stephanie grinned. "That's good! Do you wanna come with me to take some to Trixie?"

"Yeah, that sounds fun. I've been cooped up inside for too long. Give me a minute to get ready."

Stephanie left the room so that Pixel could get ready for the day. While he did that, she put half of her basket into his fridge, making sure to organize it so that he could find whichever type of sportscandy he wanted easily.

Soon, the two of them were on their way to Trixie's. "Did you say Robbie stole all of this?" the orange-haired kid asked as they walked by the pile of fruit.

"That's what Sportacus said," Stephanie nodded grimly. She grabbed an apple and began to eat it.

"But how?"

"I don't know. All I know is that Sportacus said something about Amy returning it all."

"Amy? Your cousin?"

Stephanie took another bite of her apple. Any remains of her cold were long gone now that she was eating healthy food, and she sensed that Pixel was feeling the same way. It just went to show how important sportscandy was to all of them, and how much it bothered her that Robbie had tried to take it all. Amy kept talking about him like he was a good guy, but didn't this prove that he would always be bad?

"Steph?"

Stephanie shook her head to clear it. She was overthinking this. She smiled at Pixel to reassure him that she was paying attention to him. "Yeah?"

"Did you say Amy was the one who got it all back?"

She shrugged. "I guess."

"Wow. Do you think she convinced him, or that she did it herself? She's friends with him, right?"

"I don't know. I think so?"

"What's up, Pinkie?" a voice said from a nearby bush.

Both Stephanie and Pixel jumped at the sudden comment. Trixie rose up from behind the bush, snickering. "You two were so scared!" the prankster chortled, which devolved into a coughing fit.

"Are you okay, Trixie?" Pixel asked, concerned.

Trixie finally stopped coughing. "Yeah," she replied in a raspy voice.

Stephanie raised an eyebrow at her best friend. "You don't sound like you're okay."

Trixie waved them off with one hand and coughed into the other. "'m fine," she insisted.

Stephanie rolled her eyes and held up the basket. "Here. Have some sportscandy. It'll make you feel better!"

"I told you, I'm fine." Trixie eyed the basket, then grabbed an apple, choking back coughs. "But I am a little hungry, so I might as well." She bit into it and her coughing subsided. "Okay, maybe I haven't been feeling my best," the prankster admitted.

"None of us have," Stephanie said. "And we didn't have any sportscandy to eat in order to get better until now."

"Why's that?" Trixie asked through a mouthful of apple.

"Two words: Robbie Rotten," Pixel answered angrily.

"Uuugh. It's always him, isn't it?"

It really was always him, wasn't it? Stephanie was getting a headache from all the thinking she was doing. "Come on, guys. Sportacus said he'd get Ziggy and Stingy, and I want to make sure they're okay."

The three of them headed back to where the pile of fruit had been, and Stephanie was relieved to see her other friends standing there, munching on sportscandy and catching up with Sportacus.

"Stephanie!" Ziggy yelled upon spotting them, and rushed to hug the pink girl. Stephanie hugged him back, allowing him to distract her from her thoughts of Robbie and Amy. "You're feeling better too! Sportacus said that Robbie stole all the sportscandy and that's why we've been sick for so long!" He let go of her, and she nodded.

"That's what he told me, too."

"That guy is so…so…rotten!" Ziggy shook his head in anger. "I don't know what your cousin sees in him."

"I was wondering that myself," Pixel added, joining their conversation. "I don't get how she could want to be friends with such a rotten guy."

"Yeah, Pinkie. What's up with that?" Trixie jumped in.

Stephanie was at a loss. "I—I don't know."

"What's going on?" Sportacus asked, having come over as well. Stingy did, too, but he was holding five apples, two bananas, and an orange, presumably having already claimed them as his.

"We're just trying to figure out why Amy keeps trying to be friends with Robbie even though he's a bad guy," Ziggy explained.

Sportacus opened his mouth to say something, but then something seemed to catch his eyes. He nodded his head towards something, and the five kids turned to see what he'd seen.

Amy and Robbie Rotten himself were walking towards them. Well, if you could call it walking. It was more like Amy was pulling the purple villain, who was obviously reluctant to approach the crowd. It was one of the most unusual sights Stephanie had ever seen in Lazytown, and that included the cloud of sportscandy from earlier.

"Hi, guys. Good to see you all up and moving!" Amy beamed at them, coming to a stop a few feet away. She kept a hold on Robbie's hand, Stephanie noticed. She also noticed that Robbie was frantically looking from Amy to the kids to Sportacus and back to Amy. He seemed terrified, and Stephanie actually felt sympathy for him.

"Hello, Amy. And Robbie," Sportacus said, friendly as always. Robbie jumped at his name.

"Hi," he said quickly, then leaned in to whisper something to Amy, who rolled her eyes and whispered a reply. Stephanie was surprised to see the tall man slump forward more so than normal. He seemed almost…resigned?

"Oh my. What's going on?" Uncle Milford and Miss Busybody joined the crowd.

"That's what I'd like to know," Pixel demanded, crossing his arms.

"Yeah!" the other kids agreed, mimicking him.

Stephanie watched Robbie closely. His jitteriness spiked once all the accusatory eyes were on him, but then Amy stepped closer to him and nudged him gently with her shoulder. He looked at her, and she smiled softly, mouthing, 'Go on'. She was still holding his hand.

"I…uh…well…" Robbie looked back at everyone and sighed. "I wanted to say that…I'm sorry…"

Everyone except Sportacus and Amy gasped loudly at the villain's words.

"Did I hear that right?" Pixel asked in awe.

"Did Robbie Rotten just apologize?" Stingy marveled, dropping all of his claimed fruit.

Stephanie spared a moment to glance at Sportacus to see his reaction. The blue hero was grinning at Robbie, and she turned back to him once he began to speak again.

"I stole all of the healthy food from Lazytown," Robbie admitted. "It was an accident ("Yeah, right," Trixie scoffed. Stephanie hushed her.), but I still did it. I'm sorry that I did that."

It felt like the whole town was holding its breath after he finished his apology. Amy made eye contact with Stephanie, and the pink girl knew what she had to do. "You're forgiven," she declared. She peeked back at Sportacus, who gave her a thumbs up. "It means a lot that you said you're sorry."

"Yeah!" Ziggy was next to agree, which surprised Stephanie a little bit, but he really was such a friendly kid. And now he was smiling at Robbie, who looked extremely flabbergasted at how easily he was being forgiven.

"Really?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Robbie, you said you were sorry," Sportacus did a flip and landed right in front of the tall man. "That's what truly matters!"

The rest of the kids (as well as her uncle and Miss Busybody) chimed in agreement, and the crowd of people surged forward, essentially trapping Robbie in the center of a group hug. Stephanie almost laughed out loud when she saw him look at Amy in panic, and she did laugh when Amy just wrapped her arms around the villain in response.

She'd gotten close to the two of them in the hug, and she heard Amy mutter something that sounded like, "I'm proud of you, Robbie." Stephanie smiled to herself. The two had resolved whatever had happened earlier, and she knew it meant that Amy was happy again.

When the group hug ended, Robbie let loose a massive sneeze. Fortunately, everyone had stepped away in time to avoid it, but the man himself scrunched up his face and sneezed again.

Amy laughed. "Alright. I can tell where this is headed." She grabbed his hand again and started pulling Robbie away from everyone else. "Uncle Milford? I'm gonna make Robbie some soup at home, okay?"

"Uhh, that's fine," the mayor replied, not that his answer would've mattered too much because it was clear that Amy had made up her mind.

"This is the weirdest day ever," Trixie mumbled as the two began to walk away.

Stephanie was rather inclined to agree.

In fact, the only two people who would disagree with that thought were Sportacus and Amy, who was too focused on getting Robbie to a relaxing environment before he started sneezing again. She could sense that he was getting restless again after being semi-forced to apologize to all of Lazytown for his misdeeds, and all of the stress had probably lowered his immune system enough that he had finally caught the very cold he'd been trying to spread. She shook her head to herself in amusement as he sneezed yet again.

Fortunately, they reached the Meanswell house quickly, and she ushered the poor guy in. "Alright. I'll make you some soup, and then you can go home and nap. Sound like a plan?" she asked, already searching the kitchen for soup.

"I supp—ACHOO! I su—ACHOO! I—ACHOO!" She turned to look at Robbie, who was rubbing his nose. "I guess," he finally managed to say without sneezing. He practically dived onto the couch, where he started coughing. Amy filled up a glass with water, then grabbed another glass and filled it with soda (she was so glad that they still had some). She carried both glasses to Robbie and set them on the little table in front of the couch. She hoped he'd choose to drink the water, but she also realized that having soda there for him would be a decent idea as well. He'd been through enough today; her forcing water on him would be too much.

"Thanks," he muttered in a rasping voice after his coughing fit ended.

"No problem, Chin Boy," she replied, having found a giant can of chicken noodle soup. She searched through the drawers for a can opener and, upon finding one, opened the can and dumped it into a pot. "I meant what I said out there," she added as an afterthought.

"What?"

"That I'm proud of you for admitting what you did. And for apologizing to everyone." She smiled at the memory. "I knew you could do it." She cranked the heat up to try and warm up the soup as fast as possible.

"Thanks…Greenie," she heard him mutter, and her smile grew bigger.

By the time the soup was warmed up, Robbie was fast asleep on the couch. Amy chuckled softly at the sight of the tall man sprawled on the couch and snoring. She quietly grabbed a blanket out of a closet and threw it over him. Then she yawned. She'd had a fairly long day as well, and she could use a nap, too. She glanced at the soup and got an idea. Taking her time so as not to wake Robbie, she searched the cabinets for a thermos, which she poured the soup into and set on the table next to the glass of soda. Hopefully, if he woke up and was hungry, he'd eat the soup, and at least this way it'd stay warm.

With another yawn, Amy tiptoed back to her bedroom, where she promptly fell asleep.

When she woke up a few hours later, Robbie was gone, along with the thermos.

When her uncle and cousin returned for dinnertime, they didn't ask for the reason she couldn't stop smiling, because they all knew exactly why.

If you listen closely, you can probably hear Stephanie singing "Bing Bang" as Amy and Robbie are heading back to the Meanswell house. At least, I can.