Robbie aroused from an abstract dream of blue and white; he couldn't remember what it was about. An uncharacteristic feeling of euphoria hung in the air as the dream fizzled out of existence. He stretched overdramatically, popping his muscles like glowsticks. To be quite honest, he really didn't want to get out of his favorite chair. Therefore, he didn't. He slumped there, enjoying the soft, fluffy, orange tendrils of pure comfort. Eventually, his mind began wandering; specifically, back to his mysterious dream. "Hmm," he said aloud, "now WHAT could I have DREAMED about? Blue and white..." He scrunched his face up comically, shutting his eyes tight and wrinkling his brow. "AHA! CLOUDS," he yelled triumphantly! "But... I was- (he made an exuberant retching noise)- DE-LIGHTED when I woke up. And I think clouds are dumb. So, it COULDN'T be that..." He scratched his chin for a minute, thinking of a solution. "What do I know...that is BLUE and WHITE...and makes me HAPPY?" A realization abruptly hit him. "SPORTAFLOP!" he blurted. Quickly, he slapped a hand over his mouth; even though he was alone, he still didn't want to verbally admit that Sportaflop did, in fact, make him happy. He hopped up from his chair and started pacing again. "Gah! I need another SCHEME to get RID of that overathletic jumping bean! I can't go around feeling...actual EMOTIONS! It would RUIN my reputation!" he fretted. "I'll need...INSPIRATION! Maybe those darn KIDS can give me some..." He pulled down his periscope with a theatrical motion, and surveyed the town and its happenings. The first person he spotted was Stephanie. He huffed, exasperated. "Did it have to be PINKY?" Reluctantly, he watched her. She was practically glowing; her joyful expression was almost brighter than her blinding outfit. "That's no surprise," Robbie commented sardonically. There was a jump rope slung over her shoulder. She skipped toward the basketball court, grabbing the attention of the rest of the gang. "Hey guys! Guess what I brought today!" Everyone exclaimed happily when she pulled out her jump rope. Robbie just rolled his eyes and let go of his periscope. "Why isn't anything INSPIRING happening?" He marched over to his Wall of Disguises in another attempt to get ideas. "It's Disguise Time!"
He began his routine prance past the tubes. The first held his astronaut suit. "Hmm, too spacey." Next, a floofy wedding dress. (He disregarded brief fantasies of Sportaboi.) "Too lacy!" When he looked at the next one, he yelped; there was a monstrous creature suit that had 87 different faces. Or was it 88? Robbie shuddered. "Too facey;" he said, "why do I even have that?" He quickly moved on to the next one- a racecar driver complete with a helmet. "Too race-y." Per the usual, when he laid eyes on the final one, he yelled "PERFECT!" In this case, the master disguise was... an anime schoolgirl uniform. With a pigtail wig, a bright red bow, and cute nerdy glasses included, of course. He pulled out his control panel, pressing a button and spinning into his costume (cackling evilly all the while.) "I'll be a little girl with an EVEN SWEETER and SUPER ADORBLE best friend... who's a ROBOT...or something! And I still get to be evil because I'm going to PUT HER IN DANGER! Once Sportabutt falls in love with her, of course!" He hesitated a bit before adding, in a small voice, "...and I want to see if he's capable of loving m-I mean, people." He quickly descended off of his platform back to the main area, in an attempt to get in character. He tried to skip around gleefully, but ended up popping his back. Tried to smile- his face muscles hurt. "Hmm... I THINK I need a CUTENESS tutor." An idea sparked when he laid eyes on his periscope. "Pinky!" he exclaimed triumphantly. He heard her singing an energetic song through the periscope speaker, and scowled, until he realized this was PERFECT behavior that he should be replicating. He grimaced his way through the upbeat melody. "Hanging out with your very best friends, the fun will never end! Hop, skip, jump, jumprope! Everything is cool!" "Huh, I haven't heard that one before. How are they STILL thinking up new LYRICS?!" He almost got lost in watching their performance and taking mental notes (including grievances.) He realized suddenly that he still hadn't created an actual "friend" to aid him in his scheme. He looked in his spare parts closet, where he threw all his mismatched pieces and old scheme inventions. His face lit up as he saw a humanoid figure, slumped over against the back wall. He dove into his disorganized stash, and dragged out Rottenella.
He pondered to himself, his inventing brain hard at work as he sized her up. "I'll have to install a VOICEBOX, but that'll be EASY. I need to make HER a disguise too, so NOBODY will recognize her! He ran over to his Inventor Microwave and threw in various things; rhinestones, glitter, and a can of purple dye. One thing was missing, however; something to actually form it into a cute dress. "Now WHERE would I have a DRESS?" He gazed around his lair melodramatically, his face lighting up when he saw the wedding dress, suspended in its orange tube. "EUREKA!" he shouted. He ran over and retrieved it, lobbing it into the microwave with the other supplies and pulling the lever. It rattled, and clanged, and spewed out steam. Ding! Ecsatic, Robbie pulled out his creation. It was a simple flowy dress, with a minimalistic star outline made of black rhinestones adorning it. The skirt had a sparkly sheen beneath its tulle. The fabric was now a wispy lavender, to match Rottenella's pretty purple style. There was a black belt dividing the dress and giving it an accent. He ran and borrowed some black leggings from his fashion closet. "EVERYONE has to have a nice LEGGING STASH!" he exclaimed with glee. After laying out the outfit on his disguise control center, he picked up Rottenella's limp body and set it in the correct place. "It feels strange having SOMEONE ELSE actually use my disguise machine...but it's ALL FOR MY SPORTAFLOP!" Robbie gasped. "UM! I MEAN! FOR MY SCHEME AGAINST SPORTAFLOP!" He blushed furiously at his mishap. He smiled once Rottenella's outfit was successfully on her. "You look MUCH sweeter now!" He grinned and laughed villainously to himself. He ran back to his scrap closet and pulled out a couple of electric contraptions, tossing them in the microwave too. Soon enough, he had a quite fitting voicebox for Rottenella. After making some robotic changes to her anatomy (which included a sparkly anime-eye module, a better wind-up mechanism, and wavy hair,) she was completed and ready to go. "With my new additions, she won't turn off unexpectedly, too! Additionally, NOBODY can tell she's actually an ANDROID! You're successful once again, Robbie!" He cackled, and wound up the turn key to turn her on. She mechanically came to life, her joints moving like a believable human as she stood up. She was perfect.
Robbie squealed with joy. "It's time to test your voice mechanism, Rottenella! She raised a single eyebrow, almost incredulously. "R...ruh...Rob-bie Rot-ten." he cooed to her. "Can you say Rob-bie Rot-ten?" She exhaled exasperatedly. "There's no need to treat me like a young child, Father. I do, in fact, know about the English language and the rules of grammar. Was it not you who tossed in the dictionary when creating my mechanical mind?" Robbie stood slackjawed. Rottenella giggled in spite of herself, her face finally breaking into a smile. "Also, actually, wait just a second," Robbie interjected. "Did you call me 'Father' just now? Because I am NOT your father." Calmly, Rottenella replied, "According to the definition of the word 'paternal', I can safely conclude that since you have given me life and put a roof over my head, you are my father. If not in a true familial sense, then in an honorary sense." At this, Robbie was nearly tearing up. "You're so SMART!" He suddenly hugged her out of pure pride, and for a moment, his villainous nature melted away. "I'm proud of you!" He almost didn't notice that he'd exactly echoed what Sportacus said to him the day before...almost. Rottenella smiled warmly at him, releasing herself from his embrace. "Anyway, knowing you, you've summoned me for a purpose. I appreciate being out in the open instead of collecting dust; therefore, I will gladly help with whatever villainous plan you require me for. After all, it's a small price to pay for salvation." Robbie, who had gotten off track, quickly regained his train of thought. "Ah, yes! My NEWEST master plan! And THIS one is an ETHOLOGICAL approach- instead of outright KICKING him out of Lazytown, I'm LURING him out- with YOU!" He then went on to explain the full nature of his devious plan to her, with her nodding and offering suggestions. "Wait," she interjected once, "won't they remember me if you call me Rottenella? That would surely give us away." Robbie agreed, and asked, "What about just Ella?" She was skeptical about its believablility. "How about Ily? Because Lily is nice, but it is a flower, and I'm an android, not a flower." "Yes! It's great!" Robbie exclaimed. "And it can be your new model- Ily 3000!" They were both very excited to execute their plan. He'd never admit it, but having somebody by his side to talk to about his plans was a really wonderful feeling. After they completed their discussion, they set out for Lazytown to wreak emotional havoc.
They arrived in the town; it had been a couple of hours since Robbie had first woken up, so the kids were no longer playing jump rope; now, they were having a picnic lunch in their treehouse. Along the way, 'Ily' had given him pointers on how to be girly and cute. They chose a name for him, too; Ruby Rosita. It kept his characteristic alliteration, and Ruby sounded like Robbie. They arrived at the base of the treehouse, and Ily called up to the kids. "Yoo-hoo! Is...is anyone up there?" Five curious heads all poked out the window, one by one; and five pairs of eyes lit up with glee. "Hiya!" Stephanie hollered. "Come on in!" Ruby and Ily climbed the ladder and entered the clubhouse. Choruses of "Whoa!", "New kids!", and "Who are they?" filled the room. Ruby spoke up in meticulously practiced anime mannerisms. "Ohayou! Me and my cute best friend are new here! My name is Ruby Rosita, and hers is Ily Ikuni! We really want to make friends, UwU" Robbie winced, wondering if he'd gone too far with the 'UwU' at the end. Ziggy, removing a lollipop from his mouth, piped up excitedly. "Ooh! Ooh! I wanna be your friend! Yay!" The whole gang was smitten; all except for Pixel, who seemed skeptical. He looked at something on his computer bracelet, stood up, and approached them. Studying their outfits and general stature intensely, he came to a conclusion, and remarked, "Ruby, you're awfully flat for an anime girl." Ruby scoffed (cutely.) "N-no I'm not, I'm being perfectly expressive!" He crossed his arms for dramatic effect. Pixel shrugged and went back to the corner, where he was tinkering on some new device. Ruby beckoned Ily to come sit on the windowsill and "look pretty". In actuality, they were trying to think of a way to get Sportacus to come to the treehouse. Ily suddenly silenced him, noticing that Stingy was eyeing them. He melodramatically stood up, brushed off his trousers, and sauntered over to them (his clutch tightening on Piggy when he passed Trixie.) "Greetings, dearest newcomers," he trilled. Out of pure theatricality, Ily replied with just as much flavorful verbiage. "Salutations, my well-versed acquaintance!" She reached out her hand for a handshake, and Stingy blushed a little. "Well-versed? Th-thanks," he squeaked, then regained his composure. "Ahem. I mean, I appreciate your kindhearted compliment." He speed-walked away, and Ily absentmindedly followed him, so they could have a conversation about words. "Well look at them, getting along so well," Ruby whispered under his breath. He huffed and turned up his nose, flinging his head to the side; this threw him off balance from his windowsill perch, and he started to tip over. "GAAH- (he switched to his anime voice)- KYAAAAAAAA!" He tried to grab hold of the windowsill in a frantic flurry of limbs. Although everyone flocked to his cries of distress, nobody was able to catch him in time. He was rocketing towards the ground, counting which of his bones he thought would be broken, and watching his life flash before his eyes. His chair. His lair. Sportakook. Many of his failed plans. The pink nuisance. Sportaflop, again. More schemes. Sportacute's alarmed face. His smile. "No, stop thinking about his darn smile-!" he said, his voice wavering. Sportaboi's smile only grew sweeter in his vision. "About whose smile?" he inquired innocently. At that moment, Robbie realized that this was, in fact, reality. His cheeks went from peach to maraschino cherry in about 5 seconds. Then, because of the overwhelming blood rush to his head, he fainted.