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Robbie Rotten was tired. He was tired of always failing. Every time he came up with another brilliant scheme to get the kids to stop playing or to get Sportacus to leave forever, he was always beaten. He felt like all he did was pointless. He didn’t know why he even bothered. He sat in his fuzzy orange chair and sighed. He settled in and decided to never move from this chair again. He closed his eyes, and drifted into a nap.
Then he was violently awoken by the sounds of screaming children.
“UGH!” Robbie groaned as he sprang up from his chair in frustration. “THOSE DAMN KIDS!” Now he remembered. He trudged up to the platform to look through the periscope to see what horrible thing they were up to now, and how he could stop it.
It was the pink girl and the smaller girl with the pigtails. They were running around playing some kind of game. Robbie didn’t care enough to take the time to figure out what the game was.
Then Sportacus flipped into the scene. “Hi guys! How’s it going?”
“Hi Sportacus!” Stephanie said happily.
Robbie groaned. Sportanerd. Of course.
“We were just talking about you!” Trixie said
“Oh really?”
“Yeah! We were trying to guess how high you can jump. I think you could jump at high as that branch on that tree!” Trixie pointed to the big sportscandy tree in the middle of the courtyard.
“Well I think he can jump as high as the top of the tree!”
Sportacus laughed. “Well why don’t we see who is right?” He smiled and backed up for a running start, then did several simple backflips before launching himself several meters into the air. He landed on his feet and turned to the girls, waiting for a response.
“I don’t think he made it as high as the top of the tree. I won, pinky," Trixie smirked.
Stephanie couldn’t exactly argue with her. She saw it too, he didn’t go that high.
“I guess. But I bet he could make it that high!”
Sportacus laughed and did some more backflips to distract them from their disagreement.
Robbie scowled into his periscope. “Sportakook. Always so positive and happy and… active. If he wasn’t flipping around all the time I’d be able to get some damn shut-eye once in a while. If I could get him to stop being so active… even just for a little while. I’m so tired. I just want some peace and quiet…”
He huffed and went back to sit in his orange chair. He stewed in his own bitter thoughts. Until…. he had an idea.
“It’s perfect!” Robbie cried. “Sportafloppy will flip high into the air, and I’ll shoot something heavy towards him. It won’t hit him, he’s too fast and my accuracy isn’t that good. BUT, at the very least it will throw off his concentration and he’ll fall, possibly injuring himself or his ego, then he’ll stop saving people! At least for a little while so I can rest. It’s the perfect plan!”