Everyone was watching them. They were sure of it as they edged out of their base and headed for the Town Square where Kit had promised them Mayor Meanswell would announce the arrival of the special day and order the festivities commence. It was cold as they trudged bare footed towards the location of the podium. They wished for their normal attire, the only thing capable protecting them from the bitter cold of the morning. As they reached the centre of town and the Town Square they could see Kit stood leaning against a lever, its length obscuring his robed body. His eyes twinkled with merriment as he surveyed them.

They were all wrapped securely in robes as well.

When all of the members of the Network on duty that morning reached him, notably including Boris and Langford in their number, Kit made a fanfare noise and pushed down the lever. As if out of the nowhere the podium appeared and across its two pillars was stretched a banner naming the day.

Boris shuddered and spoke with a large hint of disbelief as he realised he and his men were still the only ones outside. "Where is everyone else? There are other people doing this aren't there?"

"Of course, Robbie's coming out in a minute." Kit replied pointing to his house and Robbie standing in the window bare chested with much of his lower torso obscured by a pot plant, waving at them.

As some of the more dubious men in the Network waved back at Robbie they allowed their eyes to wander over the other houses in town. They could see several people stood in their houses, wearing robes and looking at them through the window. This allayed their discomfort a little but didn't dislodge it completely.

Especially when they looked at the banner.

As people started to open their front doors around the town, Langford was coming more into the school of having to get over and done with what he had to do than remaining as he was and waiting. Looking at Boris he could see his leader was starting to share his conviction and they nodded at each other, communicating silently that it was time to take action.

"On three lads." Langford notified shakily. "One."

Sportacus noticed Robyn watching the ground below through the window deck. He jogged over to her, curious to see what she was seeing until his eyes were diverted to the sight of another airship flying into town, an airship he knew well.

"Two."

His eyes flicked down to the point that Robyn was so intent on studying before coming back to the airship that floated near him and met those of his father. They both shook their heads as they moved away from the viewing deck and prepared to exit their airships.

"Three!"

On three Boris and his men closed their eyes and undid and dropped their robes. They cautiously opened their closed eyes and were greeted with an unexpected sight; they hadn't anticipated the two Sportacus' being stood before them. Something didn't seem right when both heroes simply stared at them gobsmacked.

They were all totally naked.

"What is going on here?" Nine demanded as he snapped out of his astonishment at seeing the Network officers thus.

"It's nude day." Boris explained.

A large frown marred Nine's brow as he shook his head, "Nude day? There's no such thing."

"What?"

"There's no such thing." Nine repeated, "Never in all my years here as a hero, or my son's, has there ever been a day like this."

They'd been tricked.

Seeing that the game was up, Kit began to edge away from the Sportacus' and Network officers. Laughter was plain on his face as he murmured, "I think I left something in the oven."

Shock and disbelief from the residents of Lazytown dissolved into laughter as Kit tore off his robe and ran away, the words 'I WIN SUCKAS' written on his bare back. Langford seethed and completely ignoring his own nakedness gave chase quickly followed by Nine and his son. The remaining Network officers gathered up their robes, put them on and joined in the chase for the hysterically laughing clown.

As one of the first to commence chasing Kit, Nine managed to fix his hands upon him but found that it was impossible to gain purchase on the clown's naked flesh. Unable to get a grip on him he found the clown escaped his grasp. Sportacus and Langford tried to take Kit down together but also found that they had the same problem as Nine. Langford stopped giving chase as he looked at his hands and the slippery substance covering them. He lifted one of his hands to his nose and sniffed it before licking it. Some of his colleagues that had also tried gaining a hold on Kit and failing ran over to see what was happening.

"It's butter!" Langford exclaimed in disbelief, "The bastard has covered himself in butter!"

Boris heard Langford's words despite still chasing after Kit and couldn't help but laugh, "I have to admit I love your ingenuity." He shouted to Kit.

"Why thank you." Kit shouted back with light austerity turning round to face Boris.

Momentarily distracted and unable to see what was going on around him while running backwards, Kit missed the pincer movement being set up by two sets of Boris' men. He ran head long into them and all of the men went sprawling on the ground. Kit was quickly engulfed within a pile of Network officers, each of them trying to get a grip on them. So intent were they at grabbing any piece of naked flesh they could find that they failed to notice that Kit had wriggled out from underneath them.

Until he cleared his throat loudly.

Unfolding themselves from the pile they all looked to see who had cleared their throat. They stared wide eyed at the triumphantly laughing clown but their wide eyed surprise soon dissolved into laughter of their own when Kit went to turn and run again but ended up face first in Nine's chest.

"Uh oh!" Was the last thing Kit said before he was greeted by the sight of Nine, the Mayor's hose in hand and Boris stood with his hand on the tap.

Kit had no time to surrender before Boris turned the tap on full and a jet of water soaked Kit from head to toe. Removed of his butter those that grabbed him found themselves able to grip him and he found himself covered with a robe and carried to stand in front of a quietly chuckling Boris.

"What do you think we should do with him, gentlemen?" Boris asked his men with his eyebrow raised and mirth still clearly evident on his features.

"I know what I'd like to do with him!" Langford growled.

Nine came to stand next to Boris and folded his arms, his jaw set and eyes glaring at Kit. "I think first we should consult the Mayor on this matter."

Mayor Meanswell found himself in the spotlight and he tried to conjure up a response that would please everyone. It seemed evident that it wasn't just Kit or the residents in his town that had found the clown's antics funny, several of the Network officers had started to see the funny side.

Including Boris.

"I don't think we should punish him too harshly. After all, I don't think anyone can disagree that this is the most fun any of us has had for a while, a long while." Indeed no one disagreed with him as he looked among the crowd of people before him. "I'm sure you can agree with me, Mayor, that there is only one punishment for this such thing in town. I found it in the book of history Kit gave me."

Knowing the book of history as well as he did Mayor Meanswell nodded. Knowing Kit as he did he also wondered if it was a punishment that would go any way to deterring Kit from any further bad behaviour.

The clown, after all, had no shame.