The town is nearly deserted now. Many of the children that troubled Robbie so much have either gone or grown up. When I say gone i mean they left Lazy Town to pursue their adult dreams, the ones they dreamt of when they were still young. They are still young but now they are old enough to live out their real dreams by themsleves. Stephanie eventually grew up and went to train in some famous dancing school far far away just like Robbie wanted. The name of the school always escapes him. He was glad she was gone. The last he heard, she had opened her own dance studio. It was all over the news, believe me. He was relieved she was so far away.
" It's just like I predicted. She is far, far, far away from Lazy Town. Yes she's gone for good! Good riddens to her. I mean I thought she would never leave. The moment that pink pixie walked in here to Lazy Town she started spreading her smiles and her pixie dust all over the place. Then she invited that blue elf Sportaflop to town with all his flipping and jumping and sportscandy. Yuck! Then it all went downhill from there. I mean, it was like some sort of disease came over the town and it was contagious. I was fine without her. Lazy Town was fine without her. I was nice and lazy. So was everybody else. All was quiet and peaceful, nothing was ever noisy before she came along.
Now she can be noisy and happy someplace else far, far, far away from me and from Lazy Town. It's almost too good to be true." Robbie commented contentedly while the TV was on. Robbie closed his eyes and slid back in his chair with his hands behind his head and smiled in his contentment.
Then he heard that little uppity tune Stephanie always sung before the day was out. It was her favorite. He let out a howling moan and growled at the screen in frustration.
In a furious fashion he serached for the the remote. The remote was jammed between the the seat and the arm rest.
Once he managed to retrieve the remote he jabbed the console with great vigor.
"I hate music and I absolutely loathe dancing. I hate, yes I hate this miserable town!"
Robbie had been feeling a little down lately. Usually he was quite content with his life in Lazy Town. Lazy Town might be a miserable place now but for some people it was a place of joy, filled with magic and adventure. Now with half the town missing maybe the magic had left with them. Maybe the magic just wasn't there anymore. Maybe Robbie just was being a Drama King again.
Pixel was the first to go. Robbie expected him to be the last to leave with all his technology to tie him down. He was so easily distracted by his many gadgets and inventions; he had such promise in being lazy.
He was offered a job as a computer programmer in Iceland. Robbie had to actually get out a map to find that place.
Stephanie no doubt must have given him some considerable encouragement. Stephanie really should have been dealt with sooner but as usual Robbie was too lazy to do it. If I had been his assistant, i would have gotten rid of her immediately. Children are so impressionable and often easily persuaded. Nevertheless I'm completely powerless. The only time I've spoken to him is at night. It is at night that I become real to him. Why?Because it is the desire of his heart.
Still I am only a plastic figurine. If only I were alive, I could do wonders for my master's life. I'd never ask him to change like other girls would. I'd be more than his girl, I'd be the perfect woman for him. I'd never question him unless it was absolutely necessary. I would make sure he was the villain that comes out on top. If only there was a way I could be big again, not just for a night, not just for a day but forever.
True I wouldn't be very tall, next to him but nonetheless I would no longer be tiny in his eyes. I could prove to be useful to him again.
I am only useful to him for a few moments but these few moments of freedom have made me hunger for more.
I savored the feeling of the sun on my skin and the ability to move without restriction.
Though I didn't mean to be a nuisance to him nor did I wish to embarrass him, I found it quite delightful when he stumbled onto the floor on my account. He didn't seem too displeased with me so I regret nothing. Now don't think ill of me. I am not a evil creation. I am a mischievous creature that's all. Robbie is a mischief maker afterall, so of course I take after him in that art.
He is the king of mischief, He is the Master of Disguise.
Regardless of his reluctance to exercise he is actually quite a physically powerful individual. He dances exceptionally well, he has incredible skills as a vocalist. I believe he can do anything he puts his mind on.
He has a immense intellect despite his physical and and social awkwardness and overall bumbling behaviour. He is by no means a idiot.
He was born a genius.
He may be a villain to you but for me he is a hero. I wish he knew this is how I see him. I wish he knew how I feel for him which is a highly illogical thing for a plastic toy that's possibly been made in China should be experiencing. I shouldn't be feeling anything. I shouldn't even be experiencing anything at all. Yet here I am speaking with you.
I see him drift off to sleep again. He's been taking more naps lately; Ever since that blue elf left. Yes ever since Sportacus left in his airship a few months ago, he hasn't been the same.
He hasn't been quite as animated.
He tends to sulk on a regular basis, I know this. He is naturally a moody kind of person. Yet lately he's lost his spark, his beautiful verve and vigor. There is a certain magic that is missing in him. I can feel it. I don't understand why he is so miserable. He should be in a state of bliss right now. He should be having a party. If he wasn't such a recluse he could go out and celebrate.
It really hurts to see him this way.
I wish there was something I could do to help him.
All he needs is a good scheme to keep his mind preoccupied.
Yes, a new villainous scheme would do him good.
Afterall such a glorious mind as his should never be idle. He needs to keep that marvelous mind of his active.
If he doesn't exercise the body he might as well exercise the mind.
Wake Up Robbie! Wake Up!
I tried to say with every bit of my being. I think he must have heard me because I could see his eyes widen in alarm.
"What?!" he exclaimed in a booming voice. His voice cracked slightly from the effort he put into the words.
He shook his head as if to shake off the dream he had been having.
"Oh, it must have been a dream". he reasoned to himself whilst he scratched the top of his perfectly groomed head of hair. Did I forget the hair? Robbie had a great head of hair. It was jet black and marvelously styled into a old fashioned pompadour.
It was one of his best features, I say one because he has many admirable features to his person.
I'll get into them later.
"Something is missing. Did I lose something? No, no, that's not it.
Missing, missing, missing. Ah yes, the town, the town, half the town is missing, you putz! You know I never thought I'd ever, ever, ever say this but I really miss those guys. Sure they were annoying but overall they weren't so bad.I didn't like them, they didn't like me yet they were usually quite nice to me.
I hate nice! That's one of the reason we didn't get along:They were too nice. Besides I despise children. They're not even children anymore and I still despise them. What's really sick is Sportacook only stayed because of those kids. Stephanie was his favorite. She followed him around like a pink little puppy dog. She didn't just like him she wanted to be him. She wanted to be a superhero.
How pathetic! I mean, come on, who in the world in their right mind would want to be a super hero. It's not as if she had any super human powers. I wouldn't call doing the splits and high kicking all day super human.
I mean what is so special about being flexible. I think it's unnatural having your body twist in all sorts of different directions. It's sick pushing yourself and pushing yourself to stretch even further and further. It's madness! I mean what is the point? Who care!
I sure don't and I'm going keep it that way!
No, I don't care, I don't care about anybody. I don't care if they're gone and they didn't even say goodbye to me. I care not and that's exactly the way life should be.
If nobody cares for me, nobody bothers me. Since there is no Sportaflop out there on standby, I don't even have a reason to leave the house.I don't even have a house but never mind that, my point is I can just stay right here in my big fluffy chair and not move a muscle, forever!"
The last word greatly reverberated about the lair.
"No! I can't stand it! It's too quiet! Aren't there enough children out there in the world? Why can't some of them come here? What am I saying?!
Children are terrible and their noisy, nosy and they don't have an off button.
Those little brats ruined everything for me.It was because of those rotten children that kept Sportacus here for so long. I thought he'd never leave. So no I don't want any little kids running around here again. Finally for the the first time I can actually be lazy. Well it's not the first time but never mind, never mind. I'm alone and that's what matters."
He attempted to relax yet again but with little success.
Arggghh! Oh what's the point? Everytime I fall asleep that Sportacus comes flipping in with all his moves and his cheesy smiles! Yuck! How vile. How absolutely unbearable! He was beyond obnoxious. He told me he was my friend. If he was really my friend, he wouldn't have gone off again in that oversized airship of his after that Pink Pixie left. I mean he's my arch enemy. We could've never been friends.
Us, being friends, that would be ridiculous. Plus he's a hero and I'm a villain. We wouldn't have much in common. Everytime I close my eyes, I see him, I see her, that little pink tornado and those children keep spinning around in my head. I keep hearing their voices but when I go to check on them with my periscope, there's no one there. I think I may actually be going bonkers. All I wanted was for them to leave me alone, now they've left...for good. Yet now that they're gone I don't know what to do with myself. Ugh! I am so bored! It's not just the boredom that bothers me. It's the emptiness. For some reason I feel so empty. It doesn't matter how much cake I eat, I'm never full. I know I need something but I just don't know what it is".
You need me, Robbie You need me in your life. Yes I admit I'm a little stiff yet I assure you I will be the perfect fit for you. Just give me a chance, Robbie.
Yet again I cried out to him with all my strength. My energy must have caused the music box to tinkle out a few notes.
Those few notes that were played were enough to catch his interest and current attention.
He flipped the lid open and wound up the key and his favorite song played.
His grey blue eyes became thoughtful and innocent as a child. He smiled in appreciation of the music that my little box produced. The smile he wore was a strange smile. It was not his usual cunning smile, it was a smile of warmth and tenderness. Who was this tenderness and warmth for?
" I need her, that's what I need. She'd know what to do. She always knew all the awnsers. She was the smart one. She was the smartest kid in town.
She'd probably have nothing to do with me now. She was so good..good at- well being good. Being good isn't my style. Being nice isn't in my nature. I'm just meant to be bad. I can't expect anybody to understand that, let alone her.
I wouldn't want her here anyway
I mean isn't she married by now?
Yes, she's probably married to some smoldering hunk, the kind that lifts weights and grunts alot. Yeah, she's most likely into muscle men".
He examined his bicep and flexed it slightly.
" No, I'm definitely not her type. On second thought maybe she still has a flame for me... after all all these years. No, I doubt it but one can always hope. Wait! Me? Hopeful? Hopeful isn't me. I am the opposite of hopeful. Just think about it Robbie, Think, Think, think. You wouldn't want her here even if she came. I said that already but still it's a good point. It's absolutely laughable that she would even want to come here in the first place. First of all this place is a mess. I need some sort of maid. I mean I can't be expected to do everything around here. Honestly I can only do so much. Yes, I'll hire a maid, a quiet one who doesn't ask any inconvenient questions. Any kind of question is inconvenient, if you ask me, yet I'll deal with that later. Straightening up my lair can wait, I mean why do today what you can do tomorrow. Yes, that's my motto. No one's coming anyway. How do I know this? Because no one comes to visit me ever and I like it that way."
The lair was indeed a mess The blue stone floor was practically smothered with candy wrappers and other miscellaneous rubbish that had been creatively bunched together into various sized piles.
My dear Robbie always had insatiable love for sweets yet his true passion was cake.
He ate more cake tham he ate candy of course.
Oh if only I were life size again I would get rid of this mess in a jiffy.
I'd sweep the floors, I'd dust every surface including the ceiling and I dispose of all the leftover candy wrappers and other debris on the floor. I wouldn't just stuff it all into a closet like he does. I would take each and every piece of rubbish to the trash. I could be his maid. Oh what a willing servant I could be and i would be a silent servant at that. I've lived most of my life in silence so silence doesn't bother me. Silence and solitude doesn't frighten me quite like it does with Robbie.
Robbie has way too much fear in his blood. He definitely needs some backbone. All he needs is good dose of confidence. I could get rid of all those fears..I could appeal to his ego and encourage him to be bolder.
Yes, Robbie needs a woman in his life, he needs a full time companion, someone who can take care of him and keep him company. He needs somebody that can entertain him and cheer him up when he's down. He's not getting any younger and it is time he settled down with the right girl. I can be that girl. I can be that woman. Who is this other girl he speaks of?
I hope this girl stays away from him. He's my Robbie and nobody else can have him. Robbie Rotten is all mine.