A new day had dawned in Lazytown and Langford wanted nothing more than to bury his head beneath his pillow. Today was his birthday and so far he was sure the only person that knew was Sportacus. He hadn't bargained on Boris keeping personnel records that displayed the date of birth of every member of his team and an electronic alert when it fell on someone's birthday. Such an alert had woken Boris with his morning alarm and he'd decided he wasn't going to let his second forgo celebrating the day, regardless of his feelings about it. He smiled as he thought of another person that wouldn't let Langford's special day pass without event and gone in search of him.

As Langford began his morning patrol he missed sight of his leader moving swiftly towards Kit and Robyn's house. His soft knocking and entry as plans were made behind his back and without his knowledge. He met with several of his colleagues, each of them asking after him and his apparent poor humour. He made little in the way of small talk with them, stuck in his own little rut and completely unaware of what was about to take place.

A mischievous grin worked its way across Kit's face as a tantalising idea for announcing Langford's birthday to the town came upon him. "Can I borrow your radio, Boris?"

"My radio?" Boris asked incredulously, "I'm not sure. You do realise that whatever we say over these goes directly to headquarters."

"I promise I won't say anything bad. Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee?"

It was hard to Boris to ignore Kit's extended please and the puppy dog eyes that accompanied it. Unclipping his radio from his belt and removing his ear piece he handed it to Kit who instantly got up and moved over to the window, looking through it and pinpointing his target.

He struggled to keep himself from laughing as he sang, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. You're shaped like a monkey and you smell like one too."

At the commencement of the song over the radio Langford's head shot up and he looked all around him for the source of the song that had stopped all of his patrol team in their tracks and caused the others milling in town to look at him. He walked aimlessly, seeking out the culprit. It was only when the song began again that he realised he'd fallen victim to something unpleasant.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. I've distracted you so much you've stepped in dog poo."

Langford's face burned red as he looked down at his shoe and then at the window where Kit sat laughing, his laughter echoing over the radios of the team in town. It was laughter that died away the instant their eyes met and he watched as Kit seemed to get closer and closer without moving from the window. He didn't realise that it was him himself steaming towards the house. It was only when Kit disappeared from the window that he realised it was him moving, breaking out in a run as he caught sight of the clown escaping the house and running for cover.

As Kit shifted direction so did he and using his training managed to work out a pattern to the clown's movements. Making a blind move left then quickly shifting to the right enabled him to catch up with Kit and he rugby tackled him in the same fashion he had the last time Kit had crossed him. Picking himself up from the ground he stood over the clown and wrestled with the urge to dangle his foot precariously over his tormentor's face. Thinking better of it he extended a hand and allowed Kit to pull himself up.

Having dusted himself off, Kit smiled at Langford. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now what other mischief have you got planned for today so I know where not to be at certain times?"

Kit thought for a minute, a thought that began to slowly formulate itself into a plan. A plan for a brilliant practical joke, a practical joke that he was sure would be the biggest one in Lazytown history and smash Trixie's record. It would be the perfect way for him to forget his uneasiness about how things stood with Robyn and a good bet at helping them forget their troubles.

"No mischief." He said casually as he started to walk away.

Langford let him go though he wasn't convinced by Kit's casualness and decided to keep an eye on him for the rest of the day.

Trixie rolled her eyes and tutted as she turned away from the window and sat back on the sofa. She picked up the coffee cup that had been placed on the table in front of her and smiled at Robyn. Her friend smiled back but she knew there was no genuine emotion behind it. Taking a sip of her drink she placed the cup down and did as she always had done, she spoke her mind.

"You and Kit can't go on like this."

Robyn let out a small snort and looked away, "I know. We tried talking last night after the Morgan comment and I came home but it just dissolved into another argument. I feel so guilty; we're making things unbearable for daddy. He's stuck in the middle and it's not fair on him."

"I can imagine. So what do you think is going to happen between you two?"

"I wish I knew."

Trixie grabbed Robyn's hand and ran her fingers over it, "I'm sure things between you two will work out. You two are made for each other."

"Maybe."

Kit bowed as he entered the house and was high fived by Boris who still bore the humour upon his face that he'd felt when Kit had started his song to Langford. Robbie shook his head at him when he sat down on the sofa beside the Network team leader.

"He's going to hurt you one of these days doing that."

Boris nodded, "He most probably will. He dislocated my elbow once rugby tackling me."

Kit took a sharp intake of breath, "Ouch. I'm pretty sure I'll be fine. I've survived being jumped on by Ché after all."

"Not many people would." Boris chuckled. "Well, I think the coast is clear. I'd better get back before Langford realises I've gone."

"Before you go," Kit began, stopping Boris from standing up. "In a couple of days it's a special day here in town. It's something we celebrate every year, everyone gets involved and seeing as your guys are in town it would only be right if you did it too."

"Go on."

Robbie proceeded to listen to Kit's explanation to Boris of this 'special day' he'd never heard of. It became evident to him quickly what Kit was up to and he had to admire the creativity behind it but he was unsure how Kit would pull it off. As Boris turned to him to confirm what Kit had told him he felt a familiar sensation of déjà vu come over him.

This wasn't the first time he'd been asked to be complicit in a plan made by someone else.