A/N: The Editor of the Lazytown Chronicle here! Whoo! The Author and I were kidnapped by an international organization that promotes finals, summer school, writers block and plot bunnies! Truly evil. Luckily, Sportacus saved us, but reminded me I need a life outside of writing. Apparently, Robbie Rotten dressed up as him again and tried to tell some Lazytown residents that sitting on your butt all day and not moving your whole body was healthy for the 'finger muscles'. Robbie Rotten! So,without further ado, read, review and enjoy!
AndtheAuthor would like to say,
"Peace, love and lipgloss,
Mlle.Fox"
Robbie was having no luck what-so-ever. He dialed one more number and when the phone picked up, he rambled off,
"Hi this is Robbie would you like to go out with..." And with a click, the phone hung up without even a hello. Robbie slammed the phone down and cried,
"That's it! Zore Zankerman won't go out with me! That was the last name in my address book. What am I going to do? I need a date to make my brilliant plan work and show up Sporta-sap!" With a sob, he turned on his TV to clear his mind, when the commercial said,
"DO YOU NEED A DATE?" Robbie sat up,
"I do need a date!"
"DO YOU NEED TO SHOW UP SOME JOCK MAKING YOU LOOK LIKE THE PATHETIC WIMP YOU ARE?"
"Yes! No! Wait a minute!" Robbie said.
"THEN YOU NEED THE ROBO-DATE! YES SHE'S MECHANICAL, SHE'S ARTIFICIAL, BUT SHE'S ALL YOURS!"
"All mine!" exclaimed Robbie happily.
"YES, ALL YOURS WITH TEN EASY INSTALLMENTS OF $12.99. JUST CALL 1-800-BUY-ROBO! THAT'S 1-800-BUY-ROBO! CALL NOW!"
Robbie picked up the phone again and dialed saying once it picked up,
"Hello? Yes I'd like to buy one Robo-Date please..."
DING-DONG! Cried the doorbell. Robbie jumped and said into the phone,
"That was quick!" He scrambled up the shoot to upstairs and upon opening the hatch, he saw the large, wooden crate waiting for him.
"Perfect! With this robot, now I cam show up that big blue elf once and for all! HAHAHAHAHA!"
The sun was setting in Lazytown, and at 6:08, a lone figure silently flipped up to Bessie Busybody's door and knocked quietly. Bessie, getting up from her desk full of plans for the dance went to the door without hesitation. She knew who it was. It was the same person who for the past year had silently come to her house at 6:08 every Tuesday. She opened the door seeing Sportacus standing there and she quietly said,
"Hello Alexander." She stepped aside to let her tall son in and after she closed the door, Sportacus enveloped her in a big hug,
"Hello Mom! How's the party coming?"
"Oh you know! Same old same old! The caterers are a nightmare to work with..." As Bessie continued to ramble on, Sportacus laughed softly to himself. His mother always had been the socialite butterfly. And she had always tried to push Sportacus into that same world but was never interested in it. Luckily for Bessie, and unluckily for Sportacus, Bessie had something new to push on her son lately.
"So...have you asked Miss Trueheart to the dance yet?" Bessie asked knowingly.
"Mom..." groaned Sportacus.
"Oh Alex...I know this...superhero thing is complicated and everything...but that shouldn't stop you from having a full happy life..." Bessie said.
"Mom..."
"I mean seriously. For the past fifteen years I've had to keep your identity a secret. Some people don't even know I was married and I had a son! Do you know I even have the Major convinced you're still at medical school?"
"Mom..." Sportacus said sitting down.
"And now...finally I have the chance to see my baby fall in love, get married in the wedding of my dreams and give me some grandchildren..." Bessie said.
"MOM!" Sportacus groaned pulling his cap off his head and running his hands through his thick locks.
"I'm just saying Alex...I know the danger I'm in if anyone knew who you really were...but I want to see you happy. And so far Tara has never failed to bring a smile to that handsome face." Bessie said lovingly stroking her son's face. Sportacus sighed and smiled,
"Can you at least wait until I work up the nerve to ask her out before you start naming my children?"
"Well why do you think I've been planning this whole dance thing? It's the perfect opportunity to ask Tara out! I know she likes you! What's stopping you anyway?" asked Bessie. Sportacus shrugged and admitted embarrassingly,
"I...She...I don't know how to slow dance Mom."
"Are you serious? The one thing Sportacus Nine didn't teach you and it may be the most crucial element in getting my son engaged!" Bessie said in shock. Sportacus stood,
"Mom, can you just show me a few moves?"
"Why can't you just come to the dance class tomorrow?" Bessie asked.
"I don't want the kids to know. They think a superhero should do anything!" Sportacus said.
"Will you ask Tara Trueheart out if I show you how?" Bessie asked expectantly.
"Mom!" Sportacus laughed.
"Just checking!" Bessie said.
The next day, everyone was gathered in front of Bessie's house, a CD player playing a spicy Latin beat. The kids were trying to learn the moves, Stephanie paired with Pixel, Trixie with Stingy, and Tara with Ziggy, who was watching the feet he had propped up on Tara's toes.
"That's it everyone! Lovely posture Stephanie!" Bessie said as she went around watching everyone.
"Thanks Bessie!" said Stephanie as Bessie turned to Pixel and said,
"But Pixel dear, loosen up! You're so tense as if you're nervous about something!"
"I'm not nervous about anything! Nothing! Nothing at all! Nothing like being around the girl you…never mind." Pixel rambled off before shutting up. Across the way, Trixie cried out,
"Ow! Stingy! Watch those boats you call feet, huh?"
"Well if you just went MY way we wouldn't have a problem now would we?" Stingy asked.
"Why should we go your way?" Trixie demanded.
Bessie interrupted, "Well the gentleman is supposed to lead dear."
"Oh…" said Trixie.
"Told ya!" said Stingy. Tara laughed at Ziggy,
"Uh…Ziggy? Wouldn't you de better if…"
"Shh! I'm trying to count! One two three…one two three…one…" This inspired Stephanie who began to sing,
One, two, three
It's easy as can be…
Dancing a dance with a friend…
Swing and sway
Come what may!
We'll be friends till the end…
So let's dance!
Take…a chance!
Bring it down real slow...
We can do it together so let's go!
You take the lead
I'll follow it through
Foxtrot, waltz, and tango,
Rumba, salsa
Anyway ya want ta,
Move around!
So let's dance!
Take…a chance!
Bring it down real slow...
We can do it together so let's go!
So let's dance!
Take…a chance!
Bring it down real slow...
We can do it together so let's go!
One, two, three
It's easy as can be…
Dancing a dance with a friend…
When Stephanie was done singing, everyone stopped dancing and politely applauded, which is when Sportacus ran up to them and flipped once to stand before Tara.
"Hi guys!" he said as they began to dance again..
"Hi Sportacus! Are you here to help with the dance class too?" asked Stingy.
"Yeah…cause I could really use your help!" Ziggy said with a moan.
"What's wrong Ziggy?" Sportacus asked.
"Oh…Tara is too tall for me! How can I lead when I'm so little!" Ziggy cried.
"Anyone can lead in partner dancing Ziggy!" Sportacus said.
"I've tried to tell him that!" Tara said.
"Sportacus, can you show me how to dance? Oh please, please, please, pretty please?" begged Ziggy.
"Well I…" said Sportacus hesitating. Bessie came up,
"That's a lovely idea Sportacus!"
"Bessie…" whispered Sportacus with a warning. Tara came up to Sportacus and held up her hands,
"Come on Sport…we can show them together!"
"We can?" Sportacus said with a nervous pitch.
"Oh course you can!" Bessie said pushing Sportacus into Tara. He gulped and tentatively took Tara's hands in his, a slightly shaking hand on her waist.
"I'll go pick out a new song! This requires a waltz!" Bessie said excitingly dashing over to the CD player. Sportacus was trying to remember all that his mother had showed him last night, when Tara asked,
"So…do you have someone in mind for the dance contest yet?" Knowing what she was getting at, Sportacus nodded,
"Yes…"
"Have you asked her yet?" Tara asked.
"No…Tara…" Sportacus said gathering his courage. But they were interrupted when a loud clanging and beeping noise wafted through the air.
"What's that?" asked Pixel as everyone stopped practicing. Suddenly, Robbie Rotten rounded the corner holding the hand of a shapely metal purple robot, with a purple mop of hair, a metallic silver dress, and blinking blue lights for eyes.
"What's that?" asked Stephanie.
"It's a Robo-Date 3000. Designed with the latest Artificial Intelligence technology to be the perfect date!" Pixel answered.
"Step aside losers! Make way for the champions of the dance contest! My partner 'Plum' and I have to practice! Althought…we don't really need it!" laughed Robbie.
"Plum? What kinda name is 'Plum'?" asked Trixie hands on hip.
"Well Gwen Paltrow named her kid 'Apple' didn't she? Now step aside Clyde!" Robbie said shooing everyone away. As they stood to the side, Tara asked Sportacus, who was annoyed beyond belief,
"So…that's Robbie Rotten huh?"
"Yeah…don't worry…he's relatively harmless…most of the time anyway." Sportacus told her.
"So what were you going to ask me?" Tara prompted watching Robbie begin to comically dance with his 'partner', his moves more mechanical than hers. Sportacus shook his head,
"Nothing…" Dissapointment shown on Tara's face as she hung her head a bit,
"Oh…" Suddenly, Robbie tried to spin Plum the Robot out, but he let go and Plum started swirling round and round, getting faster every second, sparks and smoke steaming out of her.
"Uh oh…" Robbie said before Plum barreled into him and carried him all over the yard."
"AAAHHHH!" he screamed like a little girl.
"Hang on Robbie!" called Sportacus running up to help. Sportacus jumped on the robots back, which meant the robot let go of Robbie, sending him face first into the ground. Tara rushed forward to help him up,
"Are you okay?" Robbie shook her off and sobbed,
"No! Now I don't have a date to the dance!" Tara looked over at the robot which was surely being taken apart by Sportcus as he jumped, dodged and dived out of it's way. She shrugged,
"Well…there's gotta be somebody who doesn't have a…"
"No! There's nobody! I've tried and I've tried, but no one will go out with me!" Robbed sobbed dramatically. Looking to Sportacus who had finished with the robot, Tara sighed and told Robbie,
"I'll go out with you…"
"Say what?" asked Robbie in shock.
"WHAT?" asked everyone overhearing her.