Sportacus received the letter that flew up into his airship, a look of surprise on his face. He hadn't had a letter from any of the teenagers for a while, but he was glad to hear from them once in a while.

"I've got mail," he said to himself after he deftly caught the tube containing his mail. His eyes flicked across the paper, digesting the message it contained.

'Sportacus, me and Lola would like to see you. Meet us by the treehouse ASAP. From Stephanie,' he read in silence, trying to figure out what was going on. He had felt slightly suspicious of Lola because he always thought that there was more to her – she didn't come to LazyTown just because she was one of Stephanie's friends.

"Down!" he shouted as the platform descended, followed by the command of, "Ladder!" He raced over to the treehouse, throwing in a few flips, landing directly in front of the pair. Lola stepped back a little, scared that Sportacus was going to accidentally bump into her. She wasn't used to Sportacus' way of getting around the town. She also wasn't expecting the hero to make an appearance, but she didn't mind.

"What's up?" he asked, and Stephanie gestured for him to sit down on the grass. He obliged as the teenage girls sat in front of him, cross-legged.

"Lola ..." Stephanie began, signalling for Lola to pour out the whole story. She understood what was going on. She cleared her throat and started telling her story to the hero of LazyTown.

Robbie looked away from his periscope, a smile on his cunning face.

"So, this new brat is only here to find her family," he said softly. "So why can't she just hurry up and find out who it is so she can get out of here?!" he added, his voice filling the lair.

"Maybe," he told himself. "Those other kids will hate her and she'll have to leave LazyTown! Then we'll all be closer to being lazy." He knew in his heart of hearts that this was not going to happen; he had seen for himself how much the others liked Lola.

"It's never going to work," he sighed. "I'm just going to stay here as an unhappy, lonely man." He collapsed in his orange chair, attempting to get some sleep.

"I see …" Sportacus nodded after listening intently to Lola. "But what do you think I can do to help?"

"There's always a way, and I thought maybe you'd know another solution," Stephanie spoke up. Sportacus gazed straight ahead of him with a distant look in his eyes. The girls recognised this as concentration.

"I've got an idea!" his face lit up. "At the doctor's, they should have a record of peoples' DNA – it's how it works here. Maybe they could take a sample from you, and see if it matches anybody. That way we'll know once and for all!"

"Sportacus, you're a star!" Stephanie wrapped her arms around him, to show how grateful she felt. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Lola stepped nervously into the doctor's office, taking a deep breath. Sportacus and Stephanie were waiting outside, for support.

"Do you think this will be a success?" Stephanie asked her friend.

"I hope so," was all he could say. Even though he was a hero, and an above-average hero at that! – There were no promises that he could make. Stephanie nodded; she just couldn't think of what to say.

"We should have the results ready for you to pick up in the morning," the door was opened and Lola shook hands with the doctor in the doorway. "We don't have any appointments for the rest of the day now, and it's not very time-consuming at all, considering LazyTown is quite a small town indeed."

"Thanks," she smiled.

"Wow, that was fast!" Stephanie linked her arm through Lola's.

"Yep, just a quick mouth swap and job done!" she turned to Sportacus. "Thanks – I wouldn't be were I am now if it wasn't for you … A whole day away from finding out the answers." She extended her free hand. Sportacus grasped it and shook it as gently as he could.

"You're welcome, Lola," he said warmly. "I'm just glad I could help you."

"What are you gonna do when you find out?" Stephanie thought out loud. Lola simply shrugged.

"I guess I haven't really thought of that … It depends on who it is, maybe. But what else can I do?"

"Okay … Well, we hate to have to abandon you, Sportacus, but I need to have a chat with Lolly about a conversation we didn't have this morning," the pink-haired girl began to propel Lola back to her house before any minds could be changed. Sportacus grinned, looking on in amusement.

"That's fine; I have exercises to do in my airship. See you later!" he called after them, with a wave, as the two fourteen-year-olds hurried back home.

"So, tell me about Pixel!" Stephanie never forgot anything like this, as Lola was always finding out the hard way. "Oh yeah, and that dream that you totally freaked out over this morning."

"Oh, God," Lola sighed, putting her head in her hands, trying to cover up her red face. "Don't laugh, but I think that I … maybe … erm, kind of … like … Pixel?" she looked up to see her best friend grinning at her.

"Shut up!"

"I didn't even say anything," Stephanie laughed. "But it's sweet. I think he likes you too."

"Yeah, but what if it turns out that Pixel's the one I'm related to?"

"No way – it won't be. But we had better wait for the results to come through, just to be one hundred percent sure…" Stephanie sighed. "Who do you reckon it could be?"

"I honestly have no idea," Lola shrugged again, quickly adding under her breath, "but I sure as hell hope it isn't Pixel."