It had proven to be an unsteady and slow walk but they had finally reached the end of the corridor and the doorway leading through to the lifts. Taking careful consideration of Robyn's flagging energy levels but also the look of outright determination on her face to keep going, Sportacus knew that short of purposely supporting his niece in the way they had before by accident, that there was no way she'd come back to bed. He doubted that this soon after finally being allowed not only out of her bed, or her room – but to use her own two legs that she would willingly accept a wheelchair. As it was he and his father had shared more than one glance between them, communicating their understanding that in part she was resisting even their assistance. They'd both had to tighten their grip on her instinctively when they'd felt her trying to pull away, trying to walk on her own despite the obvious dangers – the evidence of which was still clearly visible on her knees and the heels of her hands. This far she'd responded to their gently increased pressure and slowed her pace again each time but now it was becoming more clear that in her attempts to try and walk independently she'd drained what little stamina she had and needed to sit down regardless of her feelings about it.

Passing through the door leading to the smaller corridor housing the lifts and stairs, Sportacus and his father deliberately held Robyn slightly off the ground again and walked her to the small bank of seats lining the wall facing the lifts. Strangely to both of them, Robyn made no sound or movement to protest or resist as they sat down with her and seemed almost grateful of the break. He wondered for a moment if he'd misinterpreted her determination to keep going and do it on her own instead of seeing what her other motives might have been. Had she tried to move ahead of him and her grandfather so she could get to the corridor and sit down quicker? Or had she thought that if she didn't make it this far without resting she'd let him down?

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Robyn looking at him, a gentle smile curving the ends of her lips. She'd picked up on his thoughts - that much was certain to him, but she didn't give any clear indication about which was the correct answer. He turned to face her and returned her smile before he remembered something that might be useful to her, and both him and his father, in his backpack.

"Banana or apple?" He asked, unclipping his backpack from the back of his uniform and reaching inside.

Robyn shrugged, "Whatever one you and Grumpy don't want. I'm not fussed."

"I'll have an apple please, son." Nine offered, thanking his son when an apple was duly handed to him.

Pulling out a second apple and a banana, Sportacus held both up and allowed Robyn to make her choice. Initially she reached for the banana but seemed to think better of it and chose the apple instead. As she took a bite of it and swallowed he could see the positive effect of it and the return of vital energy. Once they'd finished eating, both Sportacus' helped Robyn up from her seat and walked towards the lifts.

"Whoa!" Robyn screeched suddenly, "No way! Not in one of those things, not after last time!"

Nine nodded, understanding. "But there's no other alternative if you would like to go downstairs. You'll be safe; you have both of us with you."

"And if it breaks down again and both of you are in there with me, who gets us out?"

Long gone, it seemed, were the days where every conversation between him and his granddaughter had ended in an argument as Nine took in and accepted what Robyn was saying. She had a valid point though her fear that the lift would break down again seemed unfounded. Thinking on it a moment he came to a decision.

"Why don't either your uncle or I use the stairs while you use the lift? That way at least if anything happens at least one of us is available to get you out."

Robyn seemed unconvinced but didn't try to argue and allowed herself to be supported to walk the rest of the way to the lift and watched as Sportacus pushed the button. It seemed obvious which of the two would go with her as Nine stepped out of the lift when it arrived and headed for the stairs. Sportacus gave her a knowing smile and shook his head, her response was to return his smile and roll her eyes.

Taking a deep breath she reached out and pushed the 'G' button.

Stepping into the echoing container, Langford automatically reached for his weapon. He flicked it sharply, extending it to its full length. There was enough light streaming through the open door to illuminate at least a good half of his surroundings and he studied them carefully. He admitted to himself he'd had no idea what to expect but what he now saw surrounding him dispelled his anger towards Robbie and transformed it into curious amazement.

Directly in front of him was a large, yellow bulldozer, to the right of it and –extremely curiously, a massive cannon. Lining the walls he could see various crates, some of which were sealed and others whose lids had been disturbed in the movement of the container from beneath the water. Limping over to the crate closest to him he probed the crate with his weapon, inside was a mixture of what he could only really identify as strange costumes.

Clicking his baton down into its original length he replaced it in its holder and reached into the box. His hands caught on something and he pulled it out, wanting to study it more closely. It was an orange headdress, covered in feathers that were soft to his touch. Setting it aside he found more of the 'outfit' and shook his head.

This was too weird.

Beneath the outfit he'd pulled out he found another, this one purple and white with purple balls around the ends of the sleeves. It was silky and had a long hat with it and a tutu? Gathering up the costume in his arms he limped back towards the entrance to the container.

"Is this your gigolo outfit or something?" He asked, holding the costume in his hands.

Robbie looked at it sheepishly, "It's my birthday fairy costume."

"Birthday fairy." Langford echoed dubiously, "Riiiiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhhtttttt."

Tossing the costume at Robbie and watching as he fumbled awkwardly to catch it, Langford came out from the container. His men instinctively stepped forward and awaited his instructions.

"Get in there and catalogue everything. Meanwhile Robbie and I can continue our tour of what other goodies he might have lying about and perhaps show me where the entrances are to some of the tunnels. The rest of you, get home."

As his men went about their task, one of them taking Robbie's costume from out of his hands and returning it to the shipping container, and the civilians of Lazytown did as they'd been told - with a nervous parting glance in Robbie's direction, Langford led Robbie away.

Out of the earshot of anyone around them, Langford rose a difficult point. "I take it Robyn doesn't know about," He paused pointing at the container, "That."

Robbie's silence told him everything he needed to know.

"From what I saw Robyn took discovering about your tunnels pretty badly. If you have any hope whatsoever of salvaging what little relationship with her you have left you're going to have to level with her."

Langford's words hit home with Robbie, twice he had been guilty of deliberately deceiving Robyn, twice she had reacted badly, the image she'd had as the man she'd spent much of her life believing was her father shattered beyond repair. Now she had even more reason to be angry, to hate him.

And he couldn't blame her if she did.