A/N: The Editor of the Lazytown Chronicle here! Sorry for the long delay. Inspired by the fanart she got from Kelixar for her story Princess Diaries, The Author actually returned to Lazytown on her own freewill...then her computer crashed on her! She's using her parents computer for now until she can get it fixed...
(Author: "Curse you Bill Gates!" Hits computer then holds hand, "Ow!")
Ah-heh...yeah...Also, sorry for the short chapter but the Author was also taken hostage again. Not by pirates but by her evil full time job.
(Author: "Curse you Tires!" Hits tires then holds other hand, "OW!")
Don't ask...(sigh)
Author: "Peace love and lipgloss!"
Mlle. Fox
Stephanie had found the other kids playing hopscotch on the playground. To think that a year ago these kids wouldn't want to do anything outdoors on their own was amazing. Now they didn't even need Stephanie's prodding or Sportacus's influence to go out and play. Stephanie ran up to her friends and exclaimed,
"Guys! Guess what?"
"What?" asked Ziggy spinning on his heel only to have his lollipop stick to Pixel's shirt.
"Hey!" cried Pixel tugging on it. As they began a tug of war, Trixie rolled her eyes and asked Stephanie,
"What is it Pinky? I was about to beat Stingy's record for consecutive wins at hopscotch."
"No you weren't. Because that title is...mine!" Stingy said with a snobbish air.
"Guys listen! Tara has offered to teach us how to paint! We're going to have an art class!" Stephanie told him.
"Wow! Really? I'd love to draw pretty pictures like Tara does!" Ziggy said still tugging on his lollipop.
"Yeah...my own gallery of artwork...all dedicated to me...all painted...by ME!" Stingy said dreaming on the end result.
"Do you even have a gallery Stingy?" asked Stephanie with a laugh.
"No but I can buy one." Stingy said pulling out his cell phone and speed dialing his contractor. As he spoke on the phone, Trixie said to Stephanie,
"An art class would be fun Pinky."
"Yeah, and what's even better is that Robbie Rotten can't complain about it! It's a nice quiet activity." Pixel said as Ziggy gave one last tug and the lollipop came flying loose, the two boys falling backwards to the ground. Meanwhile, watching from his telescope in the lair, Robbie Rotten laughed,
"HA! That's what you think! There are numerous reasons WHY I hate the idea of an art class." And with that he pulled down a green chalkboard with crude drawings.
"Reason number one! Art is an activity for the mind...And to be truly lazy, one can't even use their minds! Why do you think video games were invented? Reason number two! That Tara Trueheart will only be seen as even more cool if she teaches them how to do something. And the last thing I need around here is another cool person telling those brats not to be lazy! Reason number three and this is the best reason of all...it would only be a matter of time before those brats pick that flipping, jumping, muscular, blue dolt as their subject! I can't let that happen!" Robbie cried desperately as he sent the chalkboard back up. He straightened his vest and added,
"Besides...I haven't done anything rotten in a week...don't want to get rusty do I?" He began to pace and think,
"What can I do? What can I do?"
As Robbie plotted, Sportacus was doing his own planning as well. He paced his airship muttering to himself,
"Tara...would you go out with me? No...too direct...Tara...I like you...and I know you like me...No! Too full of myself...Tara do you think maybe we could, if you're not too busy...maybe do something together sometime? NO! Too indirect!" Then Sportacus' private emergency phone blinked and buzzed to life. He jumped in the air, did three somersaults, took the cordless off the hook and threw it up behind his back catching it with his right hand.
"Hello? Mr. Mayor is there an..."
"Hullo Alex! How's medical school?" Bessie Busybody said as she sat at her desk watching the Major go into his office.
"Mom! I told you...This phone is for emergencies only!" Sportacus told her.
"I know, I know...but my future bragging rights as a Grandma is at stake! Have you asked Tara to marry...I mean! Have you asked her out yet?" Bessie asked in a whisper. Sportacus put his mother on speaker phone and groaned,
"Mom..."
"Oh Alex! Didn't Sportacus Nine teach you anything about women? Even if they are the most independent self seficient woman, a girl prefers it when the gentleman asks her first!" Bessie lectured as Sportacus rolled his eyes and began to do chin ups.
"Yes Mom..." he said to placate her.
"Now...I've heard from Janice who talked to Karen who spoke to Mrs. McCubbins that Tara is going to teach an art class to the children!" Bessie said. Sportacus smiled,
"That's great! The kids will like that!"
"Who cares about the kids? This is your chance! Show her you're interested in something she likes!" Bessie said as Sportacus rolled his eyes once more and said with a shrug,
"But I am interested in her art!"
"Good good...Very convincing! Now keep it up tomorrow when you go to the art class!" Bessie said.
"Mom..."