AN: And it continues! I even have a plot, of all things. Imagine that.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, as usual.

Robbie flew into his furry orange chair with a resounding thump. Rearranging his splayed limbs, he grabbed for his periscope. It went blurry for a few moments as he scanned for the mayor's house, but soon it came into focus.

There was Stephanie in the window, now dressed in pink pajamas as she readied herself for bed. He watched as she placed the flower--now in a spiraled pink vase--on the windowsill. Robbie grimaced. "I should have told her to put it right beside her face," he grumbled. "You have to tell these brats everything for an evil plot to work."

The light in Stephanie's room went out, and although he could still see the flower in the silvery moonlight, he knew that nothing more would happen until morning. He snapped the periscope's handles up, and it rose into the ceiling.

"Genius!" he crowed, rising from his chair with a flourish. He goose-stepped over to a tray of soil, from which several green sprouts grew. He hovered over them greedily, clasping his hands in barely controlled excitement.

"How can I live with myself?" he laughed. "Who knew that the girl's own flowers could be turned against her? Oh, the thrill of it all!" He hopped in place, grinning like mad. "This is even better than giving the flower to Sportacrock! I won't even have to raise a finger. She'll do it all for me!

"Soon enough..." he said gleefully, his voice dripping oil, "...soon she'll have to obey my every command. And when I order her to tell Sportacus that she never wants to see him again, he'll have to leave Lazytown, FOREVER!"

The "forever" echoed through Robbie's home, and he grinned at the sound of his own voice.

Sportacus was just cleaning up his breakfast when he felt his crystal light up. He smiled, and frisbee'd the last plate into a cabinet that promptly folded up into the wall. "Who could be in trouble so early in the morning?" he wondered aloud. With a flip, he landed on his platform, which lowered to give him a good view of Lazytown.

One hand shading his eyes, Sportacus surveyed the sleepy town. A cat had knocked over one of the town center's trash cans in the night--that would have to be cleaned up--but beyond that, everything seemed peaceful. He saw lights on in Pixel, Stingy and the Mayor's houses. He even thought he saw a flash of pink hair in the Mayor's window as Stephanie bounced out of bed. He laughed to himself. Now there was someone who was bound to get into trouble today.

But nothing else seemed out of the ordinary. Sportacus shrugged, and his crystal stopped flashing, as if it had given up on him. "Sorry, crystal," he said with feeling. "Perhaps you are confused. I'm sure you will get to flash soon enough."

Stephanie felt wonderful. She had awoken with a feeling that it was going to be a great day, just waiting for her. After a quick breakfast of fruit and granola, she was out the door and headed towards the soccer field.

The other kids were already there. Someone had brought a soccer ball, but Trixie and Stingy were standing over it while Pixel and Ziggy stood to one side, looking awkward. Sportacus was also there, looking perplexed as he watched the first two children. Ziggy spotted Stephanie first.

"Stephanie!" he cried, sounding relieved. "We've been waiting for you!"

"No we haven't," Pixel snorted, rolling his eyes. He motioned toward Trixie and Stingy. "I mean, we wanted you to play, but we'd already have started if they could agree on who gets Sportacus on their team."

"Hi, Stephanie," Sportacus said, smiling brilliantly at her. "How are you?"

"Wonderful!" Stephanie said, grinning back at him. She looked at Ziggy and Pixel, then at Trixie and Stingy. She put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Hey!"

Trixie looked up, surprised at the intrusion. She had Stingy's head in a headlock by this point. He tried to look up at her as well, but was hindered somewhat by his predicament.

"Sportacus is better at soccer than any of us," Stephanie said, putting one hand on Sportacus' arm as if to emphasize her point. Sportacus smiled benignly down at her. "Why doesn't he play on his own team, and everyone else can play on another team?"

Stingy looked rebellious, but Trixie showed him a menacing fist and he relented. She released him, and he rubbed at his neck. "That's a good idea, Stephanie," Stingy said sullenly. Then he perked up. "Good thing it was mine all along."

The other kids groaned, but left it alone. At least they would get to play soccer now.

Sportacus picked up the soccer ball, and began to pass it back and forth between his feet. Ziggy laughed, watching him. Sportacus had tossed the ball up, and was about to knock it into the net with his head when he realized that Stephanie was skipping away.

"Stephanie, where are you--ow!" The ball thumped him on the top of the head, and rolled off toward Stingy. Stingy took the opportunity to run off with it, with the other kids loudly taking chase. Sportacus rubbed the top of his head, and looked for Stephanie again. She was farther away now, and he realized that she was headed for the billboard in the distance.

"Where are you going?" Sportacus shouted, scratching his head now in confusion.

Stephanie whirled around and waved happily at Sportacus again. "I'll be back later!" she shouted back. "I've gotta go see Robbie!"

"Robbie Rotten!" Sportacus exclaimed in surprise. "Why?"

Her answer was mangled by distance and the wailing of the now soccer ball-less Stingy, but Sportacus could swear that she had cheerfully shouted,

"Because I love him!"