Heroes | Sportacus

Better, Not Bitter

Robbie Rotten was foul. Robbie Rotten was worse than foul. He was the inventor of foul!

Emilia learned this the next day when she and Stingy walked through the streets of LazyTown. The boy had woken Emilia up early that morning to show her everything in LazyTown that apparently belonged to him.

Every single thing.

Stingy led Emilia to the very edge of LazyTown. In front of the two was a gigantic billboard that had a mural painted on it. Stingy pointed to the billboard with a stern face, and exclaimed, "And finally, this billboard is mine! As you can see, I have so many wonderful things! Things that are all mine!"

"Yes, Stingy, I know," Emilia replied, attempting not to roll her eyes at the selfish boy. She pointed at the billboard. "What is that door for?"

"I don't know, but whatever's behind it is mine!" Stingy exclaimed. He crossed his arms and glared at Emilia. He made the woman want to laugh when he turned up his nose and stomped away in a very Stingy-like manner.

"Goodbye, Stingy!" she called out, shaking her head when Stingy ignored her and simply continued to stomp away.

Emilia approached the door. The mural on the billboard was a picture of a path in the middle of a field. Emilia wanted to laugh when she noticed a violet cow painted as on it well but decided against it. She didn't know what or who could be behind that door.

Emilia slowly pushed open the door in the middle of the billboard. When it was completely open, she saw something in the ground. It almost looked like a large, blue submarine hatch. She turned the wheel on top, though she had to climb a ladder first. She looked down into what seemed to be a never-ending tunnel.

"Hello?" Emilia called out. For whatever reason, she felt like something or someone was down there... and she was right.

A large periscope popped up and stared directly at Emilia's surprised face. She jumped away when the periscope grew closer. A voice echoed from a very small speaker.

"Who are you? What do you want?" the voice questioned.

"I'm Emilia," Emilia introduced. "Who are you? And why are you inside a tunnel?"

"It's not a tunnel! It's an underground, secret lair! Very secret! Get it right!"

Emilia immediately glared into the periscope, and sneered, "Well, it's not much a secret if I found it, now is it?"

There was no reply. The periscope—well, the person looking through it—stared at Emilia. They obviously didn't expect her reply or know how to respond to her now.

"Well? Aren't you going to say something? You were super talkative a moment ago," Emilia smirked. She crossed her arms over her chest confidently.

"I'm Robbie," the voice muttered.

"What was that? I don't think I heard what you said," Emilia smirked again, happy the person was talking once more.

"I'm Robbie! My name is Robbie Rotten!"

"Well, Robbie, what's wrong with you?"

"My life is terrible! What do you think is wrong with me?"

Emilia rolled her eyes at his response. How rude could this 'Robbie Rotten' possibly get? Emilia placed her hands on her hips, and stated, "Maybe if you came up here and actually talked to me, I could help you make things better."

"Things already are bitter!"

"Better, not bitter," Emilia sighed.

"Oh..."

Emilia sighed again. She knew this Robbie Rotten fellow was probably going to take up her whole day.