You're probably wondering what happened to the rest of those meddling kids. Stingy Savage became a accountant which eventually lead to him becoming a CEO to a big Stock company. He however greatly regretted not being the first to leave Lazy Town for he always wanted to be number one. I believe that title belonged to only Robbie alone.
Stingy was a selfish little boy who was in major need of a attitude adjustment. That kid had some serious problems; of course it wasn't his fault, it was his father's doing. His father never set any boundries for him so Stingy never worked well with others especially with children his own age. The story of Stingy was simple, he had a father who was absolutely obsessed with money. He was said to be the richest man in town but I think those stories were slightly over exaggerating. Robbie was actually the richest man in town but ever
since his underground seclusion many of the members of the town gradually forgot about him and his wealthy status.
Yet back to Stingy's Father, his obsession he had with money consumed him and it made him quite unavailable to his family particularly with his son. His father was no doubt extremely guilt ridden, so to make up for his incompetence as a parent he gave Stingy more worldly possessions than he could ever need.
So Stingy developed certain airs, airs that made him believe he was better than everybody else. At one point he even believed he was a prince thanks with a little help from Robbie.
Stingy was actually quite a ordinary child, he was by no means any kind of Royalty regardless how his father treated him when he was home. Sadly his father was rarely ever home so Stingy's insecurities grew until he suffered all sorts of illusions of grandeur.
I was glad to hear of his departure and so was Robbie.
Trixie was the tricky one. I wasn't quite sure what she would grow up to be.
I imagined she'd end up in jail. Last I heard she was a warden for some world famous penitentiary.
If you're not familiar with Trixie she was the Town's practical joker.
She was the kind who'd smash windows with soccer balls and slingshot birds out of trees. She was a absolute public nuisance. I thought a life of crime was in her future. What was worse is Mayor Meanswell did nothing to correct her.
There was a rumor that she came from the foster system and that she had gone from home to home until she was finally adopted by a overly optimistic family in Lazy Town.
Her new parents didn't seem to do much to straighten her out but I think in the end she found her true purpose.
The only adult she truely ever listened to was Sportaflop. Then as you probably already know the girl sometimes known as Pinkie left last and Ziggy left with her.
Ziggy must have had a terrible crush on that pink powdered girl. He was always so attached to her. This admiration must have become something more to Ziggy. The truth is he loved her and the thought of losing the love of his life must have been unbearable for him so naturally he followed her and departed with her hand in hand. Yes they were actually holding hands when they left. I remember Robbie screaming " How Pathetic! Yuck! Get a room will you!"
Lastly Sportacus departed, giving Milford a mock salute before he climbed up the ladder to his airship.
" It has been a honor serving you, Mayor. It has been a real privilege protecting your town. I have had a lot of adventures here and I've made many memories here in Lazy Town, memories that I will never forget. Honestly it has been alot of fun living here.There has never been a dull moment. Now I believe I am needed elsewhere. The world is a big place and I'm sure there are many people ou there who are in need of a hero. If, you should ever need me I'll always be your hero.
Remember look to the skies, know that I'll always be there watching over you".
Sportacus gave his last words of encouragement to Milford before he left Lazy Town.
" Who does he think he is? God?Well I certaintly don't worship him.
Why can't somebody worship me once and awhile. I'm more handsome than he'll ever be and have plenty of charisma to spare. I have enough charm to supply two men, no three men. I mean that guy is practically a bum. If weren't for that airship up there he'd be homeless.
What's wrong with a house on the ground or one under ground?
Does he think he's more important than the rest of us?
Yes of course he has airs. He's obsessive compulsive exercise addict who looks down at everybody. Sure he acts all nice and friendly but really underneath it all he's a snob.
Yes that's his secret, the secret is out. I can see the headlines now: Sportacus a Fraud,;Sportacus a Bum on The Run; Sportacus According to Robbie. Robbie Tells All About Sportacus' flaws.
Sportacus Unmasked.
What is he running from and why? That's what I'd like to know. Oh the things I could tell the media. Oh the beautiful lies I could circulate, the delicious rumors I could spread. Just you wait Sportacus. Oh yes you can leave this town but you can never escape the hand of Robbie Rotten".
Robbie harshly laughed in his deliciously menacing sort of way.
Bessie BusyBody vigorously blew her nose into her handkerchief as she watched Sportacus head up the ladder.
Meanwhile Robbie still watched behind his periscope.
" Why cry over him! It's not as if he even lived here. Once he's gone it will be as if he never came here at all.
Well, in case you didn't know Sportaflop you are not getting any younger. So how long are you going to go on with this super hero act? I hope he retires. He will retire if he knows what's good for him. Nobody is invincible even if you are a full time super hero.
I hope he retreats to some distant and remote mountain somewhere in Tibet.
I hope he gets himself stranded on some undiscovered island where nobody will ever find him. I want to make sure he's gone forever".
Of course Sportacus sent Robbie a letter.
The letter read: Dear Robbie, I wish there was something I could leave you, something that could remind you of me while I'm gone. I just wanted to let you know and tell you personally Robbie that regardless of our differences, I've always been your friend. So I leave this token of my appreciation of our friendship. Take care of Youreself Robbie. Your health is everything. Remember if you don't have your health you have nothing, so keep yourself healthy. Dream Big, Robbie. Most importantly be true to yourself, don't try to be anybody else. You are who you are for a reason. Forever Your Friend, The Blue Elf .
There was a cute little drawing of a pointed eared face with a huge grin.
At the bottom of the envelope was Sportacus' beloved crystal.
Robbie peered down at the magic artifact as if it had once belonged to some terrifying mythical underwater creature.
"Doesn't he need he need this?!" Robbie bellowed.
He snatched up the letter roughly, crumpling up the paper slightly and on the back of the page it wrote: P.S I found to my suprise that I have a spare. This is my spare crystal. I really want you to have it. Keep it safe for me and guard it well until I return.
"Him? Return? Here?!
I sure hope not. Keep healthy! Oh please! Who does he think I am? A health nut?!
Wait dose that mean I have to give this back? Great!Some gift! That's just my luck somebody finally gives me a gift and then I can't even keep it. As soon as he comes waltzing back into town he'll be asking for it. Now I don't want it! It's not worth the trouble.Oh life is too complicated! I appreciate our friendship. Yeah Right! Why would he give it to me of all people?
Think about it Robbie. If he gave it to the Mayor he'd most likely lose it the moment he got his hands on it. Stephanie is gone along with all those other brats.So you're you're the only one left. He's not really your friend.
Robbie doesn't have any friends and Robbie doesn't make friends. He definitely dose not make friends with super heroes like Sportaflop. Friends! Who needs em!!"
Robbie made a pointed gesture towards his mouth and let out a gagging noise.
All those beautiful years of trapping Sportacus were now all over for Robbie.
His life's pursuit and his one life long pastime was finished for him. He tried to sleep the boredom away but to no avail. He resorted to cake to ease his troubles and relieve his heartache, more and more cake than ever before. Nothing seemed to improve his mood. He had this mental fog that no doubt overshadowed his very soul. This soul of his was restless and extremely discontent within him.
"I am sooo bored!" Robbie howled lamentably.
'Okay, okay, okay I admit I wanted the man gone. I wanted more than anything to have everyone gone forever and all eternity. Bla, bla, bla but now that they're gone,( at least most of them are) I have nothing to do. Arrrgh!!! Why am so conflicted?! Why am I so miserable? I want to be happy but happiness is so vile.
Even if there was a slight chance of me being happy and I wasn't a villain anymore I wouldn't be happy anyhow. I wish more than ever that she was here".
The lid to my orange prison arose once again. Who was this mystery woman?
I was his dancing Queen. I heard him as say so. I had value didn't I?
Was there perhaps another Queen from afar, who ruled some other province? I would not allow her to rule this lair. Only Robbie and I ruled this territory. Besides she couldn't be the Queen of Dance, that was my title and it belonged solely to me.
Yes that little pink tornado, Stephanie might have won that day but if it weren't for that bumbling idiot, Milford Meanswell I would have won.
I could have won that Trophy for him. I was bearly given a chance.
One day I'll defeat her. One day I'll shine.
One day Robbie will be winner.
Robbie already is a winner...to me.
Sportaflop and the rest of those kids just kept getting in the way of his success.
Yet who is this Lady he speaks of?
Is she indeed a lady at all?
Perhaps she is some girl he knew at school. It's probably something innocent, nothing unusual, nothing strange, nothing but a school girl, a mere classmate of his. She's obviously no school girl now, no doubt she's grown up and completely forgotten about him.
"No amount of wishing is going to bring her here. Wishing is for babies. The only way she'd come here is if I invited her. She wouldn't just come here, all out of the blue, unannounced. She of course being that good little girl would at least call me first before she came and showed up here.
Only nobody calls me. What is the use of having a phone if nobody bothers to call me?!"
There had actully been several individuals who had attempted to reach him but the trouble was he rarely picked up. On several occasions he had been asleep, another time he'd been fixing some cake, while other times he just wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.
When he did pick up most of the calls were robots, a few were asking for donations, while others simply had the wrong number.
Was it possible that one of these unanswered phone calls could have been from his old schoolmate?
" Even if she were to call me, what would I say? It's not as if I've made the effort to stay in touch with her. So what am I to say to her? I'm sorry I was too lazy to pick up the phone and call you. Everybody knows the phone works both ways. She could have called me anytime. I know I could say I was too busy catching Sportacus. No, way too direct . I was pursuing my career in villainy, yes that's it.
I meant to call but i just got all caught up with career, then there's the fan mail and the TV interviews. Villany is my career. Villainy is my business. I make it my business. Trapping that Sportaloony was top priority afterall. Getting rid of that Sportakook was important now wasn't it? Of course it was.
Yet what about now?! Sportaflop isn't here.You have time. No, I mustn't call her.
She's probably busy too. Plus I don't even know the number. Oh excuses, excuses! You're nothing but a coward! I am not. Then just call the girl.The worst thing she can do is not awnser. No actually the worst thing she can do is awnser and then hang up shortly after that. The key word is hang up. What if I disgust her? What if she absolutely hates me? Oh alright Queenie, I'll do it. I'll call her."
Queenie is the the nickname he gave me. I wonder what nickname he has for her?
"Phonebook,phonebook, phonebook. Oh I know it's somewhere around here"
Robbie furiously searched his lair.
Finally with a few heaving breaths he retrieved a phonebook from amongst one of the piles of garbage. He dusted off the debris from the cover with a few careful sweeps of his hand.
"Goodwill,Goodwill Goodwill. Ah ha! Here it is. Funny it doesn't have a address.Oh no matter, I'll look that up later. I hope she picks up. On second thought I hope she doesn't. Then I won't have to worry about what to say. Calm down, Robbie. Just state your name and let her do the rest. She knows you. So it's just best you let her do the talking. No one likes a chatterbox.
Argggh! Why am I so nervous?! Am I actually working up a sweat? How disgusting! I hate sweat. It's a sign of hard work. Sweat shouldn't be natural, Sweat shouldn't even be legal, Yet here I am sweating. I really need to sit down!"
He practically collapsed into his bright orange recliner.
The phone was right on the table next to him. He was not only perspiring, he was shaking as well. This made it particularly difficult especially when having to enter the number by a old fashioned dial.
Somehow Robbie was a little behind the times.
"Hello". Robbie's voice was full of apprehension.
"Who is this?" I could hear a distant murmur from the other line. The voice sounded rather nasally and unimpressive.
He cleared his throat and responded in smooth radio type of voice.
"This is Robbie.".
suddenly he didn't look so certain.
"Robbie, Robbie Who?"
"Great she doesn't remember me". he whispered to himself.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that. Did you say you were a friend of Lucy's?"
" No I didn't say but yes I suppose I am one".
"Um well Lucy isn't in just now. She's out at the moment. Can I take a message?"
I could hear him let out a growl of frustration.
He struck the floor with his feet furiously. He bit his lip and ground his teeth.
" Look just tell her that a old friend called
a very old friend if you will. Just say Robbie called okay! She knows who I am and you clearly do not. Thank you very much!" he snarled into the mouth piece and hung up the phone abruptly onto the receiver with a incredible amount of force.
" This is why I hate phone calls. Calls going in calls going out, it makes no difference to me.That, receptionist or whoever that was on the phone just now probably won't even pass the message onto her. So she'll be sure not to call me back. Why did I talk myself into this? Oh Queenie why did I even bother to call her at all? She's just going to let me down, just like the rest of the world. Even Sportacus let me down in the end. He told me he was my friend. Can you believe it? He actually left me here all alone to fend for myself! I've always fended for myself even when mother was around. I was always sulking in a corner somewhere...
until I met her. Yet that's besides the point, the point is he's gone. I thought friends were supposed to stick around forever. Ha! Some friend he is. I never wanted him as a friend anyway, so there's no loss there. Friends are highly overrated. Who needs them? I know I don't. Oh stop fooling yourself. Just admit it, you're lonely, you're mostly bored but nevertheless I am lonely. I don't think I've ever been lonely before. I've always enjoyed my own company and nobody else's. Then she came along and she told me what friendship was all about. She showed me there was more to life than super heroes, comics, collecting action figures and watching TV. Enough of that Robbie. I do not work well with others
I never have. Yet I have no shame. I'm one of a kind that's why I don't fit in anywhere. Being one of a kind has its benefits. I like to call myself a limited edition. Just sometimes I wish someone could appreciate that side of me.
I mean seriously is it such a crime to be accepted by somebody out there? I need some appreciation, I need somebody to tell me how good looking I am, somebody to see how fabulous I've become. I want somebody to able to say to me" Robbie you are so deliciously dashing. Words cannot express how absolutely brilliant you are. You have this marvelously glorious smile and the chin by the way is part of you I'd wish you wouldnever change. Why thank you. You're too kind. Please no more. You're making me blush. Really I'm so flattered. Do you really mean it.
Yes I do.
Well in that case you can stay. Afterall what are old friends for.
Arrrgh! I hate my life! Forget it Robbie, Nobody is coming to see you and let's face it, nobody is going to stay here. You've kept everybody away, for some ridiculous reason. Oh woe is me! I knew this day would come, the day when Robbie Rotten's name would be forgotten from all time and from all the world forever. I'm nothing but a memory now. I'm even less than that. I'm fading and I'm fading fast. Goodbye Cruel world, I am no more". Robbie emitted a tearless sob.
Robbie tended to be a tad overdramatic and he had a tendency to over exaggerate when he was upset. Robbie's Pathetic sobs faltered slightly as he glanced at the orange telephone that rested on the side table right next to him.
A spark of hope ignited in his eyes which was then followed by a classy villainous grin.
He really had no idea how alluring he was when he smiled. He must have been a quite the hot item with the ladies in his younger days.He was still quite a catch and that's just what i was afraid of. After Robbie had composed himself he began to do the most unexpected thing, he began to clean. Cleaning as if his life depended upon it.