Pixel, Trixie, Stingy, Ziggy, and Stephanie were spending Friday hanging out in their clubhouse. During the morning they had painted the inside. Then while the paint dried, they ate a picnic lunch and played tag outside. Now, they were back inside admiring their handiwork.

"Pixel, your picture looks like a piece of pop art! It's really cool!" Stephanie complimented him.

"Thanks. Your flower garden under the window looks really...real." Pixel beamed at Stephanie. Then he turned to Stingy's art work. "Stingy, your painting looks familiar. Have I seen it before?"

Stingy admired his work and proudly announced what it was. "Yes, you might have seen it. It's called 'Three Coins in a Fountain'."

Stephanie said, "That looks like more than THREE coins, Stingy."

"Three, three thousand, does it really matter? The important thing to remember is ... it's miiine." Everyone laughed at Stingy's predictable comment.

Trixie had painted all different kinds of sports balls in her spot. She had used real balls as models to get the size and shape of the balls just right. All the other kids were surprised at how serious Trixie was taking her painting project. But, no one was about to say anything to her. She just might throw one of the real balls at them!

Ziggy had painted a scene that could easily be from the game Candyland. Above most of the scene, Ziggy had painted a bright sun shining down on the candylike village.

"Ziggy, why is your sun so big?" Trixie asked.

"Because everything looks so much better in the sunlight." Ziggy replied.

"The moon and stars don't." Pixel pointed out. Everyone laughed except Ziggy, who gave a weak chuckle and looked embaressed. No one noticed his reaction except Stephanie. She looked closely at Ziggy wondering if something was bothering him.

"Hey, anyone want to play some ball tag?" Trixie yelled. The kids ran out of the clubhouse after Trixie, except Ziggy. Stephanie was just outside the doorway when she realized that Ziggy was still inside.

"Ziggy, aren't you coming?"

"Sure."

"You don't sound very enthusiastic. What's wrong? Will you tell me?"

"Well, you know I don't like the dark. Remember when you, and Stingy, and I tried to camp out? I know everything turned out alright. But, I still don't like the dark. That's why I painted the big sun. And I felt like everyone was making fun of me."

"Ziggy, I'm sorry. I really don't think anyone meant to hurt your feelings. And you were so brave on the camp out that I had completely forgotten you didn't like the dark. I'm sure the others did too." Stephanie thought for a minute, then looked around to make sure she and Ziggy were alone.

"Ziggy, can you keep a secret?"

"Sure! I'm pretty sure. I think. Yea, Stephanie, I'll keep your secret!"

"Sometimes, I have bad dreams about the camp out. I'm like you, I know everything turned out fine, but when I'm asleep, I can see and feel the dinosaur chasing us." Stephanie shivered at the memory. "It's spooky. I end up sleeping on the sofa because the street light shines in, so it's not as dark."

"But, look Ziggy. The sun is out and shining now. Let's go play!" Stephanie grabbed Ziggy's hand and raced out the clubhouse door.

"Yea!" The kids yelled and raced around throwing and bouncing balls. They were having a great time.

And, if they were having a great time, that meant that Robbie Rotten, who had come up from his underground lair and was hiding while watching them, was most definately, NOT.