Okay, I know this is a short chapter, but I just had to get it out on paper before I forgot this idea… I'm making this up as I go along, can you tell? It's pretty short, and you've probably noticed that I've really avoided focusing on Robbie yet… I think the Robbie I'm trying to go for is a little more in-depth than the one we see on the show... and I'm just trying to figure out when I'm going to introduce a bit of the whole romantic bit into this whole thing… probably next chapter there'll be something. This story will span over two summers or so… so keep that in mind. I'm in so much trouble if I can't think of anything, but I'm sure I will think of something.

Thank you sooo much for all of the lovely reviews! Eight already, how cool is that! I do love them, so keep 'em coming!

Love, Scoutsdream.

Genevive stepped into the grocery store, a mental list in mind of things to get for her brother. He is so stupid, she thought. Didn't he see that pretty girl looking at his phone number? What an idiot. He probably does think that she was going to prank call him. But I can't shake that sad look she had in her eyes…

Passing the vegetable aisle completely (she knew that he wouldn't touch any of it… yet), she headed to the meat counter and picked up some steak. Then she went and bought some cereal, which boasted the label "Kid tested, mom approved". Some sugary trail mix and some yogurt were added to the cart, among tons of other inconspicuously healthy items.

Genevive made her way to the checkout line, when she caught a glimpse of shocking magenta down one of the aisles. She did a double take. It's that little girl, she thought, as she pushed her cart quietly down the cake and cookie aisle.

Stephanie was standing in front of the cake mixes, looking for the right one. That one is too dry, that one is too sugary, and that one's not sugary enough. She couldn't seem to find the right one.

Suddenly she spotted one last box on the top shelf. That's the mix I need, she thought, as she reached for it. Damn, too short, she thought as she put one of her feet on the bottom shelf to help her, to no avail.

"Need help?" came an amused voice from behind her.

"Yes please," she said as she turned to face a beautiful blonde woman. "Are you new? I've never seen you before."

"I grew up here, with my brother. Then I went back to my homeland for a while. Then I thought maybe my brother might have missed me a little too much, so I came back here to visit him. And his kitchen is horribly bare, so I thought I'd buy him some groceries." The tall Genevive reached for the cake mix on the top shelf and put it in the hands of the much shorter Stephanie.

"Wow, thank you! I hope you're having a good time back here in Lazytown… I'm Stephanie, Mayor Meanswell's niece!"

Genevive smiled and shook Stephanie's hand. "Nice to meet you, Stephanie. I'm Genevive. Genevive Rotten, Robbie Rotten's sister."

Stephanie dropped the box of cake mix on the floor. She quickly picked it up and erased the surprised look from her face. "Really? Robbie Rotten has a sister?" Maybe that's who I heard on the phone, she thought, relieved.

Genevive smiled even more at Stephanie's reaction. "Yes, he does! Don't worry; I'm nothing like him. He's just a softie, really. It's too bad that no one likes him, he's really quite funny once you get to know him."

Stephanie smiled. "Well, if it's any consolation to the other people who don't like him, I'm trying really hard to like him, but he just makes it so…"

"Difficult? I know. He's a horrible brat sometimes. He can be extremely childish if he doesn't have what he wants. And do you know what I think he wants more than anything?"

Stephanie was caught off-guard by Genevive's question. "Um, he wants peace and quiet? A full-length mirror? No more Sportacus?"

Genevive laughed. "Well besides all of those things, I think what he really wants is a friend. And considering that I'm his perfect younger sister, I probably wouldn't make a very good friend.

"I was at his house a while ago, and I realized that he looked very tired when he was talking about being a villain. If I'm not mistaken, he's kind of sick of that lifestyle. Ready for a change, if you ask me. Oh, I'm sure even if he weren't a villain he'd still hate that Sport guy he's always talking about, but still."

Stephanie nodded. It was very interesting to talk to the sister of the town's local villain. And now Stephanie was finding that maybe Robbie didn't want to be so rotten after all. She didn't know how to tell Genevive that she already had thought about whether or not Robbie really wanted to be a villain or not, but she didn't say anything.

"Well, I guess I'd better take this stuff back to my brother and get out of his hair before he wrings my neck…"

"You're leaving? B-but you just got here!" Stephanie looked at Genevive suspiciously.

Genevive smiled. "I love my brother, and I know that deep down he loves me too, but he can't be around me for very long before he drives himself insane comparing himself to me."

As they stood in line for the checkout, Genevive turned to Stephanie. "Stephanie, I have a question to ask you."

"O-Okay," Stephanie stuttered. She wondered if Genevive was going to ask about the phone call. After all, Bessie was the only one in Lazytown who probably knew Robbie's phone number.

"Robbie doesn't know I'm leaving tomorrow. But I can't have him eating the way he's been eating lately. So I was wondering if… I can trust you, can't I?"

This was only getting weirder, but Stephanie wanted to know what was going on. "Yeah, you can trust me. What do you want me to do?"

"I am going to give you some money," she began, digging through her wallet. "Well, not some, I'm going to give you a lot. And I need you to buy healthy groceries for Robbie and leave them somewhere where he'll find them, where his house is. You don't have to go underground to deliver it to him, just put it behind the billboard of the cows in the field. He probably won't ask any questions about it. Knowing him, he'll just keep it for himself, and eat it."

"Even if it's healthy?" asked Stephanie, unsure about the plan. Genevive nodded. Being Robbie's secret dietician sounded more like something Sportacus would be better at, she thought. It could be kind of fun to pack him lunches, though, and she began planning entire meals to leave Robbie.

"Robbie would eat anything, as long as it isn't blatant vegetables or something. And I can't blame him, really… who wants to eat just a stalk of celery or a plain carrot? It has to be disguised."

"Just like him," Stephanie said. "Okay, I'll do it. I'll be Robbie's secret dietician when you leave. It could probably be fun!"

"Sounds like a plan! Listen, what I'm going to do is put some money onto a grocery card, and when it runs out of money, you just give me a call and I'll electronically add more on. Okay?" Genevive said, handing a card to the cashier to load up with money for Stephanie.

Stephanie couldn't help but smile widely as the checker finished with her items. To be able to secretly help Robbie was something that was right up her alley. "It's actually starting to sound really fun!" Stephanie and Genevive walked out side by side, like they'd known each other for ages.

Before they went their separate ways, Genevive turned to Stephanie. "Thank you so much, Stephanie. Really, I know it doesn't seem like much. But for me, it's good to know that there's someone in Lazytown who will look out for Robbie's best interests."

Stephanie looked up at her new friend, whose eyes had the same shocking and bright but cold quality as her brother's. "You know, I grew up with Robbie always running around and being silly while trying to make us quiet… sure, it was annoying, but I know that no one's perfect. And meeting you… has only given me more reason to believe that Robbie is a human being with feelings, and all the things that no one would ever think that Robbie would have. Genevive, you can honestly count on me to make an effort to help your brother. I think he's worth it, no matter how much he hates me."

Genevive smiled. "I don't think anyone could hate you, darling. You're too beautiful on the inside for anyone, even my brother, to ever have negative feelings about you. And it doesn't hurt that you're cute, either. Robbie always liked the cute ones." And with a wink and a wave, Genevive walked away with her grocery bags, leaving the blushing Stephanie in the twilight with a bag of cake mix and a card with money to buy groceries for the town villain.

On her way back to her brother's house, Genevive heard someone counting in the town square. Curious to know what was going on, she walked toward the noise. Someone must be counting their money, she thought, her interest peaked.

"Eight hundred seventy two, eight hundred seventy three…"

Genevive looked into the town square to see a muscular man in blue doing sit ups. She watched as his body deftly left the ground as his pectorals squeezed together. She smiled devilishly. The Sportacus fellow, she thought, as she walked closer.

She watched him for about twenty sit-ups more, before clearing her throat. Startled, but still swift to get up on his feet, he smiled and held out his hand. "Are you new here?"

Looking into his bright blue eyes, Genevive smiled as she shook the man's hand. "You know, Sport man, you're the second person to ask me that tonight. Technically yes, I am new here. Things are a lot different here than they used to be, that's for sure."

"And what is your name? I'm Sportacus."

"Nice to meet you, Sportacus. I'm Genevive."

Sportacus stepped back for a minute and looked hard at her. "You look so familiar… your eyes. They remind me of something."

"I'm sure they do." she trailed off as she looked away. "But I must be going now. Farewell, Sportacus."

"Goodbye Genevive," Sportacus waved as Genevive looked back over her shoulder. Well, Robbie was right about one thing, she thought as she neared the billboard. He certainly was good at doing sit ups…