Chapter Three: Homework

I don't own Lazy Town

It was a wonderful Saturday morning in Lazy Town. The birds were chipping,the sun was shining and there was a slight breeze. It was the perfect morning for laying in a hammock and taking a long nap.

Robbie almost didn't notice the kids sitting around the square and talking themselves. Well, he would have ignored them in Trixie hadn't yelled at Stingy for taking her pencil and not giving it back. He growled as he stomped over and then loomed over them, hands on his hips and tapping his foot.

"What are you working on that's so loud?"

"Robbie Rotten!" The kids chorused together before Stephanie stood up and held a paper up to him.

"Robbie, can you help us? We're working on our homework and we're stuck." She flashed him a smile that she normally used for Sportacus when they wanted him to play with them. Robbie made a gagging noise and stuck his tongue out at it.

"I did my years of school work Pinkie. Why should I help you?"

"Because you're smart! And you've got be good at math and stuff with all the things you make! Please Robbie?" Now all the kids were standing around him in a circle with pleading looks on their faces.

The villain sighed and rolled his eyes before standing up straight. "What's in it for me?"

"We could make you a cake." The other kids liked Stephanie's idea and they all started chatting about what kind of cake it could be.

The villain could have answered right away but instead crossed his arms and tapped his chin, thinking about what they offered. "Ok, I'll help you if you make me a cake. I'll take a nap while you're inside making it. Then I get two things I want and you get help with your work." Robbie cringed at their loud response before walking over to the lever in the ground and pulling up the podium.

"I'm not sitting on the ground to help you. Get up in the stage and we'll start." There was a rustling of paper as they gather their supplies and got on the stage, sitting around the edge so there was room for Robbie to help all of them.

It was easy enough work. Stephanie and Stingy needed help with math while Pixel and Trixie needed help with reading. Robbie wasn't the best teacher; he got impatient at some of their answers and places him face in his hand when Stingy tried to answer a word problem with "Zero, they are all mine". But he didn't give them the answers, he made them work to get it, guiding them to the correct response. It didn't take long to get all the work done and the kids put everything away and started toward the Mayor's house.

"Thanks for the help Robbie! We'll find you when the cake's done. And flavor you would like?"

"As long as it's sweet and doesn't have anything healthy in it it'll be fine. Now scram, I want to start my nap." He waved his hands at the group and the children laughed before racing off.

"I'm glad you helped them." the villain screamed at the sudden appearance of the hero, jumping up before coughing and straightening his vest, pretending he wasn't scared.

"What the hell are you doing here Sportadork? No one's in trouble."

"Ah language Robbie. And Ziggy needed help in his house. I was heading back to my ship when I saw everyone heading home." He paused for a moment, fiddling with his mustache before looking at the villain. "You know, they've asked me before for help on homework. I wasn't much help; it's all different from what I learned. Thank you for doing this with them." He placed a hand on his shoulder but Robbie just shrugged it off and started walking toward the hammock.

"Well it's worth even more to hear you say you can't do something. They're also making me a cake as payment. Unless you plan on helping them you can spend the day up in your blimp."

"Airship. And it won't take them all day to make a cake. I'm sure we'll all play together later today." Sportacus flipped past Robbie and over a wall, leaving the villain to his nap and to ponder when he became the preferred homework helper to a group of brats.

Author's Note: While I believe that Sportacus is smart I can see his schooling being different than what a typical kid would have.