#Mayor Milford

[joe-bidens-alt-account]

He knew a bad bitch when he saw one

[bugmeeku]

Let’s all be from lazytown and not tell neuvulette

[emilythedog661]

When you read Lazytown Fanfics...

Which Stephanie do you imagine when you read? the julianna stephanie or the chloe stephanie?

Do you see the kids, the mayor and bessie as puppets or real people?

Do you see sportacus with the backpack he has in series 3 and 4 or the little backpack he had in series 1 and 2?

Do you see sportacus's ship from series 1 and 2 where it had the buttons on the floor to make stuff appear? or the ship in series 3 and 4 where the ship has a AI talking to sportacus?

Do you see robbie from series 1 and 2 where he's skinny and his outfit is more purple? or the robbie from series 3 and 4 where he has a pudge and his outfit is more wine red?

for me it's julianna stephanie, the kids are puppets, i always see series 1 and 2 sportacus and robbie and sportacus's ship is the ship from series 1 and 2

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The excitement that comes to Sport's face when the Mayor asks if Sportacus can teach the kids soccer in Defeeted is just so cute. The way his eyes light up-

Some icons as a bonus:

[incorrectlazytown]

milford: i’m a guy but i’m a wife, y’know? marriage but in a “he’s my wife” kinda way

[datclassicrockfan42]

Milford is so fricking relatable

let him live,,

[emphaticalllymine]

//So out of curiosity, where did you get Ms. Busybody being married to Stingy's dad from? I couldn't find any info on that anywhere and was super curious.

SO! This is actually one of MANY headcanons that has no existing proof in L.azyTown.

My husband and I have been rewatching all of L.azyTown together, and at one point, we started talking about Stingy and what his parents must be like. At first, the idea was that the Mayor might be his dad because Stingy feels entitled to ALL of L.azyTown (as though he believes that his parent "owns" it, therefore it is also his). Then we realized that Miss B.usybody actually kind of exemplifies what a parent of a spoiled brat would be like, and we kind of went from there.

There's actually a TON of moments from the show that stand out through this lens. Off the top of my head, there's this one scene where Stingy stops playing sports with the kids because he accidentally knocked the ball into Miss B.usybody's yard. There's also a ton of interactions between them that lowkey scream family to me? Also, even if Stingy ALSO calls her "Bessie" or "Miss B.usybody," that could totally be some rich kid shit where he HAS to call her by a proper name and not "mom."

All of this is definitely stretching, but I honestly just think it's a really funny idea, especially with L.azyTown Extra, where Milford acts like a father figure for Stingy in EVERY segment. He's been upgraded from a "will they won't they" affair to Stingy's soon-to-be step-dad. I don't know whether to feel sorry or happy for him lmao

[eminsunnytoons123]

The whatnot Show gang doodles:

Part 4, part 5 and part 6

Since I have yesterday FINALLY posted the first three unconnected parts of my own whatnot Show gang, heres now dr tounge And the groovy chaos And the whatnot hour gang =^_^=

And this is again for all my loved ones in my tumblr family: @0lemonadefox0 @kxllboii @cheezekennith @aquamarine-dream-queen @dayzsac224 @oscarandgrinchfan @moshywoosh @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @nuggetaubrey @sharkyy599 @nightkit92 @familyoffood @animatronicdoozer @thelazzyblogzz @sugar-miss1 @shrimpathizer @shypeachrunaway @iggyguyy @sayuri-does-skits @typical-sophie @peaceforpeople @ben5569 @oxxjustfrankieandmikuloverxxo @ducktopia90264 @artismeyou-12 @blackstar044 @acen402 @diego-r-the-artist-2009 @nia1sworld @rumplestiltsbear @s4gefr0g @beeware-of-lulu @leafith @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @muppet-fan-frr @thegroovyskull @blo0st4r @vickymcsworld @fancytigercupcake @classywinnerpeace @dackychansworldofhoshino @itzbluecl0udd @alegriasweetblossom that always love me And support my work And always Bring me so much happiness and joy in my heart, And I'll always love them And support them And Bring them more happiness And Joy back =^///////^= 💖🩷💚💛🧡💜💙

And before I share their bios, heres the whatnots we have now:

Dermot the dog (Kermit's whatnot counterpart), miss Tiggy (miss piggy's whatnot counterpart), ozzy Woodchuck (fozzie's whatnot counterpart), Gustavo the King ladybug (Pepe's whatnot counterpart), Pierce the chinchilla (Rizzo's whatnot counterpart), paisley the persian cat (rowlf's whatnot counterpart), Sid the British bulldog (sam the eagle's whatnot counterpart), bonzo the amazing monkey (gonzo's whatnot counterpart), dr Aristotle un wonders (dr bunsen's whatnot counterpart), Kiyoshi (Beaker's whatnot counterpart), Victor (Walter's whatnot counterpart), snooper (scooter's whatnot counterpart), dr tounge (dr teeth's whatnot counterpart), vegetable (animal's whatnot counterpart), yakim (zoot's whatnot counterpart), Ibeeria (janice's whatnot counterpart), Sgt easton Oliver (Floyd's whatnot counterpart), Mateo (Lips' whatnot counterpart), Leo the axolotl (Clifford's whatnot counterpart), raiden the semi radio person (digit's whatnot counterpart), Frederick the toucan (lindbergh's whatnot counterpart), Una (Vicki's whatnot counterpart), Max Gerbils (Bean bunny's whatnot counterpart), Jagger the Fox (Leon Lizard's whatnot counterpart) And Iggy D Digital (Waldo C Graphic's whatnot counterpart)

And yes, I named Waldo's whatnot counterpart after @iggyguyy =^.^=

Anyways, heres now their NEW updated infos/bios:

~the groovy chaos band~

Dr tounge - Dr tounge is dr teeth's whatnot counterpart, he is the leader of the groovy chaos band, And he plays the xylophone And he likes any cakes made out of biscuits. His headcanon voice actor is David Matthew Feldman, And his voice claim is mayor milford meanswell from lazytown.

Vegetable - vegetable is Animal's whatnot counterpart, he plays the spoons on many iron kitchen stuff, And he is just as Crazy as animal! No wonder they get along very well. His headcanon voice actor is Fred Tatasciore, And his voice claim is Taz from Looney tunes cartoons.

Yakim - Yakim is Zoot's whatnot counterpart, he is a quiet, burnt out and laid-back Guy just like Zoot And he plays the bongos, And he even has a soft side for Mateo. His headcanon voice actor is Adam Sanders, And his voice claim is Clifford from Clifford the big red dog.

Ibeeria - Ibeeria is Janice's whatnot counterpart, she is a peaceful hippie in the groovy chaos band and she plays any instruments with strings, And she is dating Easton Oliver. Her headcanon voice actor is John Roberts, And her voice claim is Linda belcher from bob's burgers.

Sgt Easton Oliver - Sgt Easton Oliver is Floyd pepper's whatnot counterpart, he is a chill And laid-back hippie just like Ibeeria And he plays the bass, And he has a massive crush on Ibeeria. His headcanon voice actor is Jeff Bennett, And his voice claim is Jan the janitor from class of 3000.

Mateo - Mateo is Lips' whatnot counterpart, he is a very calm and gentle guy in the groovy chaos band and he plays the tuba, And he has a crush on Yakim. His headcanon voice actor is Craig Lowndes, And his voice claim is Conrod from roary the racing car.

~The whatnot hour gang~

Leo the axolotl - Leo the axolotl is Clifford's whatnot counterpart, he is one of Dermot's sassy and laid-back friends, And he even hosted a show called "whatnots tonight", and he is the unofficial leader of the whatnot hour gang. His headcanon voice actor is Khary Payton, And his voice claim is cyborg from teen titans go!

Una - Una is Vicki's whatnot counterpart, she is a polite yet often sarcastic girl who helps Dermot with The whatnot hour show, And she even often hangs out with Max since she sees him as her little Brother. Her headcanon voice actress is Siera Florindo, And her voice claim is Red from super why!

Frederick the toucan - Frederick the toucan is lindbergh's whatnot counterpart, he is the Lineworker and Installation electrician guy in the whatnot hour gang, And he is even with Jagger the Fox. His headcanon voice actor is Jeff Bennett, And his voice claim is toucan dan from Timon and Pumbaa.

Raiden the semi radio person - Raiden the semi radio person is Digit's whatnot counterpart, he helps Dermot with The whatnot hour gang, and he can sometimes be clumsy And clueless just like Digit. His headcanon voice actor is Amir Talai, and his voice claim is Alastor from hazbin hotel.

Max Gerbils - Max Gerbils is bean bunny's whatnot counterpart, he is a cute And innocent Gerbils boy that often wants to help everyone And anyone, And he sees Una as his big sister. His headcanon voice actress is Maria Darling, And his voice claim is roary from roary the racing car.

Jagger the Fox - Jagger the Fox is Leon Lizard's whatnot counterpart, he is a sassy yet sneaky and scamming fox who is interested in bikini woman and even hot macho men, And he is even Dermot's cousin even tho them two are not the same species, And he is even with Frederick. His headcanon voice actor is Nathan Lane, And his voice claim is Timon from the lion king.

Iggy D Digital - Iggy D Digital is Waldo C Graphic's whatnot counterpart, he is a digital butterfly that helps Dermot with anything digital on the Show, but mostly even uses his shapeshifting for fun. His headcanon is Tara strong, and his voice claim is Timmy Turner from fairly oddparents.

And also, I still wanna know y'all's favorite whatnots, ya dont have to say 'em, but I would still like to know =^///////^=

I hope y'all will like these =^///////^= 🩷💙💚💜💛🧡🩷💖

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Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄🦌🎁 - from Savvy 🍌����

Lazytown Christmas special Have a very lazy Christmas everybody! 🎅 🎄 🎁

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Today's poll is again courtesy of @trixie-troubleby, who kindly helped brainstorm some new topics.

[thetomorrowshow]

a stuffed deer

empires superpowers au masterlist (currently out of date)

this story takes place about one year after the end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: past abuse, religious trauma, referenced past death, deadnaming/misgendering of a character (but the person isn’t really doing it out of mailce, and said character is dead)

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The closer they get, the more anxious Scott becomes. His hands grip tighter on the steering wheel, he checks his mirrors more often, he glances over at Jimmy every couple of seconds.

This is fine. This is normal, even. He knows what he’s doing. He’s done far more terrifying things than this. He’s nearly died several times, he’s graduated college, he’s been a superhero for years.

He can face his birth parents.

He’s been talking to Nora about it for several months, and he’s come to the conclusion that he needs closure. Not about himself—he fully understands their feelings for him, and made peace with them long ago. No, he’s here for closure on Xornoth.

In the last minutes before their death, Xornoth had declared themself to be Scott’s sibling. As far as he knows, he’d been an only child. If what Xornoth said was true, that puts Scott in charge of any and all of their possessions currently being held by the city. Not that he wants them, but the mayor had asked him to pursue any leads he found on Xornoth’s next of kin and, even though it had taken him an entire year and a half, he finally feels ready to pursue the only one he’s ever had.

Jimmy’s fiddling with the radio next to him, switching between gospel and country. There’s not much else that comes through out here, and they’re going through a dead zone for their data plan, so Jimmy eventually just turns it off and sits back, not-so-subtly watching Scott. Scott resolutely keeps his eyes on the road.

They pass the exit for Milford. If Jimmy’s feeling all right after the visit, maybe they can stop by there, visit the library and community college and homeless shelter.

Half an hour until Briarsville. Scott shifts in his seat, taps the steering wheel lightly.

“What did you think of that motel breakfast?” Jimmy breaks the silence. “I thought it was decent—waffles are always good, at least. But I wouldn’t have touched those sausages with a ten foot pole.”

Scott had only eaten a slice of toast with some watery coffee, too nervous already to have any faith in his stomach. “Not the worst I’ve ever had,” he offers. Jimmy’s just trying to help him relax. He can humor his attempts.

“Well, yeah. I can remember a time when I would’ve killed for a motel breakfast—literally.” Jimmy chuckles nervously, tugs on his seatbelt. “Um—how much longer?”

“Half an hour,” says Scott too quickly. He checks the radio clock, then his rearview mirror. They’re almost there. His heart is really beginning to jump now.

The car is quiet again until they reach exit 42. Briarsville.

Jimmy straightens up, looks between Scott and the town that they’re pulling into. It looks like any run-of-the-mill midwest town, Scott knows. Even the Order of Heaven private school isn’t much of an indicator of anything abnormal.

“We can turn around, you know,” Jimmy says softly. Of course he’d noticed the nerves. Scott’s knuckles have turned white around the wheel, his back is ramrod straight, he’s barely spoken all morning. Jimmy’s not an idiot, and he’s more observant than most people know.

Scott forces himself to relax. “No. I need to do this.”

Jimmy nods and doesn’t argue him any further. That’s something that Scott will always love about Jimmy: he understands. He sees that this is important for Scott and would never try to keep him from it.

And then he’s turning onto Bloomfield Avenue, and he thinks that maybe Jimmy’s right. Maybe he ought to turn back now and cut his losses.

It’s still his last name printed above the door of the house three houses down. The welcome mat is that ugly, waterlogged brown thing that it had been before he’d left. His parents still live here.

Scott pulls into the driveway, then freezes.

“What if we just went home?” he says, voice pitched an octave higher than normal. “We can stop by the country music museum. Or the Appalachian one, I heard it’s—”

“Scott,” interrupts Jimmy. “Normally I would be fine with that, but you just told me you have to do this.” He takes one of Scott’s hands, runs his thumb over his knuckles. “This is important to you. I don’t want you to be kicking yourself for the rest of your life because you got all the way here only to turn back.”

Scott takes in a deep breath, holds it, and lets it out. Then again. Jimmy’s right. Jimmy’s absolutely right. “Yeah,” he whispers.

“And,” Jimmy continues, “if they try to hurt you in any way, I will kill them.”

“You’ve got to stop saying that about everyone we talk to.”

“Hey, I’m just really good at making things look like an accident. Some might even say it’s a superpower.”

“Jimmy.”

“Just saying.”

Scott laughs, kisses his boyfriend on the cheek. He’s ready now. He can go in.

He pulls the key out of the ignition and hops out, then circles round to offer his hand to Jimmy and help him up. Jimmy stops to grab his cane out of the backseat, then gestures encouragingly for Scott to lead the way.

Right. He has to actually go up to the door.

It’s the longest walk of his life, Scott thinks. Even the walk across the stage at graduation hadn’t been this long. But seconds yet seemingly hours later, he’s in front of the door, hand poised to knock.

He swallows, then bites the bullet.

Rat-tat-tat-tat.

It’s only a couple of moments before the door swings open, and his mother is standing before him.

She looks much the same, but changed. Her hair, once grey at the temples, is nearly completely grey with only a few streaks of its former blond. There are a few new lines in her face, only serving to add to the sallowness, the laugh lines he’d once known long-faded. Her hairstyle is the same as ever, her classic Christian mom fashion sense not any different. He takes in all of this, then properly meets her eyes.

“Hello, Mother,” he says, a shiver running up his spine.

She doesn’t say anything at first, eyes passing over Scott to examine Jimmy briefly, sizing him up like a bird of prey. Then she steps aside, pulling the door open wider.

“You’d better come in, hadn’t you,” she says, and the resignation lacing her tone is somehow so much better than the anger he’d expected yet so much worse.

The living room is different. There’s a new couch, pushed up against the wall opposite where it used to be. The easy chair is the same, but also tilted weird and there’s a coffee table for some reason when all it does is take up space. But Scott keeps his complaints to himself and steadies Jimmy as he lowers himself onto the couch, propping his cane up against the coffee table, then sits beside him.

His mother looks at the two of them with something unreadable in her expression, before leaving the room. She returns moments later with two glasses of water.

It’s a test, and Scott doesn’t know if she’s set it up like this or if he set it up for himself, but he takes the water from her hand and sends a little burst of freezing air to chill it, eyes trained on hers the entire time. She doesn’t react.

Jimmy takes his water with a muttered thank you, then she sits down in the easy chair across from them, crossing one leg over the other as she waits for Scott to break the silence.

He takes a sip of his now-cool water (Jimmy passes his own over and Scott forms some of the water into an ice cube before handing it back), takes a deep breath, and speaks.

“Is Dad home? Because—”

“He’s dead,” his mother interrupts. Scott blinks.

Two for two, his mind unhelpfully supplies. 

Is he supposed to mourn an unloved parent? Is he supposed to mourn someone he used to care very deeply about, but proved that they didn’t care for him?

He’s not sure how to feel.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Jimmy says beside him. “That must be terrible.”

“How long?” is all Scott can manage.

“Nearly two years, now,” she replies. “Heart attack while at work.” She clicks her tongue. “I was always telling him to lay off the salt, stop working so hard. Guess he suffered the consequences.”

Scott’s really not sure how to feel. The last memory of his birth father he has is of his face closing off, declaring himself to have no son, and banishing Scott from the house. Would he have liked to reconcile? Is parting easier with his last words being unforgivable?

“I’m so sorry, Mrs—”

“Heidi,” his mother corrects Jimmy, and Jimmy amends his words.

“I’m so sorry, Heidi. I can only imagine the pain.”

That’s the first thing to incite emotion in Scott, because Jimmy can’t only imagine that sort of pain. Jimmy’s lived through the death of loved ones without a house to live in afterwards or a community to support him. Jimmy’s had it worse off. Jimmy shouldn’t have to be placating his terrible excuse for a mother.

He must be getting tense, because Jimmy’s hand runs comfortingly along his knee, and Scott can almost feel the love and support that Jimmy imbues the touch with.

Heidi’s eyes follow the movement, and after a moment, she says gruffly, “Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

Right. This could go very badly.

“Mother, this is Jimmy, my boyfriend,” Scott says stiffly, before adding, “as in, romantic partner. We kiss. Each other.”

Her nose wrinkles in disgust. “Are you a gay now, then?”

Scott stares her down. “And if I am?” he challenges. “What are you going to do, kick me out again?”

She stares back for a long moment, a moment during which Scott’s certain she is going to kick them out—then she chuckles, shakes her head.

“You always were a bit sassy,” she says. “I ought to have known, really. But that can be said for a lot of things.”

“Speaking of things that ought to have been known. . . .” Jimmy hints, nudging at Scott. Scott nods, takes a deep breath, and forces out the question that’s been on his mind for so long.

“Did I . . . did you have any children before me?”

Heidi looks away suddenly, toward the TV. Her expression gives away absolutely nothing. “I thought that was Noah,” she says eventually. “His voice was already starting to change when he left.”

“Sorry—Noah?”

She looks back at him. “Your brother. He was fourteen when we noticed he was one of them. You were so young, I’m not surprised you don’t remember.”

Right, because it’s such a normal thing to destroy every trace of your child’s existence and raise the other to believe he never had a sibling.

But that means—

“I’ve seen the two of you on the news,” his mother continues. “Your father, too. He regretted what he did, Scott, after he saw how good your heart was.”

“So he just wanted to send me to conversion therapy instead, huh,” Scott mutters. “And that’s so much better.”

Heidi sighs. “We did what we thought we had to do, for both of you. We always hoped you would repent and come back.”

Scott wants to scream. He wants to scream and yell and freeze the entire house, because that may be the most insensitive thing he’s ever heard and his own mother is supposed to love him unconditionally, not act like this!

His hands are shaking. He doesn’t even notice until Jimmy eases the glass from his grip and rubs his arm. He needs to calm down.

But he can’t bear to look at the woman’s face for a moment longer.

“I think we’ll be going,” Scott says icily, moving to stand. Heidi stands as well, taking their glasses, then pauses on her way back to the kitchen.

“We donated your things,” she says, “but not all of it. Do you want any of what’s left?”

And as much as Scott wants to get out of here, he knows he needs to see whatever it is his mother decided to keep. So, after an encouraging squeeze from Jimmy, Scott follows her into the attic.

There’s only two things in the attic—two small trash bags, leaning against a wall to the side. With a nod from Heidi, Scott opens one of them up.

His monogrammed bible is on top. He has no interest in that. His Boy Scout pins and kerchief are here as well, more stuff he doesn’t care about. His birth certificate, which he does set aside (he already has a copy of it that he’d requested from the government, but it can never hurt to have the original), and a small photo album, which he sets aside as well. At the very bottom of the bag is his plush turtle, scruffy and old.

That he pulls to his chest, burying his nose into it. It smells pretty musty, which makes sense. It probably hasn’t been out of this attic in a decade.

It brings back feelings, looking at it. Not memories, not exactly, but feelings of a simpler time. Feelings from some vague past, where he had no troubles and his only concern was getting to school on time.

And more feelings. Feelings of deception, of hate, of guilt. The feeling of his world being flipped upside down and this plushie not being near enough to anchor it.

He wants to set it with his birth certificate and the photos, but it holds so much of this place that he’s not so sure.

He sets the turtle to the side and looks in the other bag.

Much the same stuff, and at first he inexplicably thinks this is an exact replica for some odd reason—but the name monogrammed onto this bible is not his.

Scott weighs it in his hands for a moment, then sets that aside.

There’s no photo album, but the same boy scout items and a birth certificate. There’s a plushie here too, though, a floppy deer, one of the antlers torn off and the hole it left carefully sewn shut. The fur is wearing thin in places, the beads for eyes have lost their shine.

It’s well-loved, as loved as Scott’s turtle, and for some reason, that makes him want to cry.

He’s not sure what to do with it. He still hasn’t really processed what his mother confirmed downstairs.

This stuffed deer belonged to the sibling he never met.

This stuffed deer belonged to Xornoth.

Can he take it?

Does he want to take it?

He sets it aside next to his turtle. At the bottom of the bag, there’s one last thing—a photograph, bent at the corner.

It’s older than any in the photo album, and Scott knows instantly that the child in the photo isn’t him. It’s a small child with a mop of dark blond hair, maybe three years old, wearing little red overalls and a white sweater, sitting on a push-bike and smiling up at the camera.

He can’t quite force his brain to make the connection. This child, so happy and young, grew up to be Xornoth. This toddler tried to take over the world.

He can process it later, he supposes, and he upends one of the bags to make sure there’s nothing else (there isn’t, so few of what once were his possessions leftover), then stuffs both his turtle and the deer in it, along with his birth certificate. He hikes the bag over his shoulder and picks up the photo of—of the child—and the photo album, before holding both out to his mother.

“Do you want any of these?” he asks brusquely. She takes the loose photo, then waves off the album.

“I’ve kept some of yours downstairs,” she says dismissively. “This is my only picture of Noah, though.”

Scott leaves the attic without another word, photo album chucked into the bag over his shoulder. He meets back up with Jimmy in the living room, who looks up from his phone with a questioning glance.

Scott sets down the bag, pulls out the turtle plushie. “This was mine growing up,” he says. Jimmy’s face immediately softens and he coos, reaching out for it. Scott hands it over, then removes the second stuffed animal.

This one he holds farther from Jimmy, because he’s still not sure if he wants to take it with him, despite the strange sense that he owes it to his lost sibling. “This,” he says carefully, “belonged to Xornoth.”

Jimmy’s face goes carefully neutral, and his hands still. “Oh,” he manages, and Scott can hear the change in his exhales as he immediately kicks into breathing exercises.

“We don’t have to take it if you aren’t okay with that,” Scott is quick to reassure. “We can leave it here, that’s fine. I’m sure my mother would appreciate it.”

“Why—why do you want it?”

That’s harder to answer, because Scott hasn’t figured out why yet. He’ll know when he comes across the answer, he’s certain, but it hasn’t made itself known to him in the five minutes that he’s known of his sibling’s existence.

“I don’t know,” he says eventually. He stares at the deer, at the faded pattern of its coat. “There’s some reason I want it, but I’m not sure what that is, yet.”

A little color has already returned to Jimmy’s face, and he doesn’t stutter when he speaks. “Is it part of your closure?”

He doesn’t know how, but Jimmy’s right. He nods. This is, in some way and fashion, a very important part of making peace with his sibling’s identity in his head.

“Then take it,” says Jimmy, handing back the turtle. He stands, slowly, supporting himself with his cane.

But it’ll hurt you, Scott wants to say. It’s clear that Jimmy doesn’t like the idea of taking this deer plushie home, doesn’t like the idea of it being in their house.

“Don’t worry about me, yeah?” Jimmy says, as if he can hear Scott’s thoughts. He smiles weakly, squeezes Scott’s arm. “I’ll be fine. This is about you.”

They leave with a quick goodbye, no attempts on either side to set up further contact. Scott just throws his things into the backseat with Jimmy’s cane, then drives away.

-

It’s just a week later when Scott drives out of the city to a park.

It’s a quiet park, just some trails and benches through the trees, and Scott stops at one of these trees and digs with the shovel he’d brought from home.

He digs alone, in the quiet shade of the trees, a light breeze rustling through them. And when he’s finished the job, a small pile of dirt beside him, he lays a shoebox containing a small stuffed deer in the little hole he’s dug.

He scrapes the dirt back over it with his shovel, pats it down a bit, and stands there. Just . . . stares.

Then, silently, Scott turns away and heads home.

[bugmeeku]

Doodles again

[retrobr]

From my poor observations Mayor Meanswell and Robbie have a pretty good relationship, if I could call it that

Milford doesn't see him as a bad person apparently and treats him like a regular Lazytown citizen, or maybe even like a good acquaintance, and despite the fact that Robbie sometimes wants to get rid of him I wouldn't say he hates Milford or anything like that. And they talk pretty nicely every time they stumble upon each other

And it kinda warms my poor sentimental heart. I want them to be friends seriously

[lazyrants]

My Treehouse (prod 113)

Original airdate: November 11, 2004

Story by Magnus Scheving

Written by Noah Zachary, Cole Louie, Magnus Scheving

Directed by Magnus Scheving

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Mark Read, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello

Puppeteers - Ronald Binion, Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Amanda Maddock, Sarah Burgess

My Treehouse is the last episode of LazyTown to air in 2004. From here and the rest of the season you can see a slight increase in quality.

The episode begins with Sportacus timing how long it takes for him to cartwheel and flip into the skutla - approx. 14 seconds. He says that this is too slow for saving people, so he tries again. Twelve seconds. Not much of an upgrade, but it's improvement.

Sportacus visits town to see what the kids are doing, and they're hiding in a treehouse - Ziggy, Stephanie, Trixie & Pixel. They've started a secret treehouse in fear that Stingy will hear about it and try and take it all for himself. He's a young little boy, he can't just take a treehouse.. then he takes the treehouse.

He doesn't go far because Sportacus grabs hold of the rope he's using to steal the treehouse because 'if they don't want me in the club, I'll just take the club!...house'. So they change their minds, not because they want to, because they don't want to piss Stingy off, and let him join the club. Milford is making an announcement on the loud-speakers and Robbie.. is sleeping. Outside. After two episodes of doing the same goddamn thing he hasn't learned his mistake.

Anyways, Milford announces a big treehouse building contest with big 'prizes'. Robbie wakes up and decides to listen to the Mayor. I'd just not join, I'm hopeless with building houses. I can't do it in a video game, what makes me think I can do it in real life? Anyways, he announces that they have to be in teams, the best treehouse in town wins, and they get a HUGE trophy.

Watch the episode yourself to see what it looks like. Might not be as astonishing as you think. Anyways, everyone thinks the trophy is really cool, especially Stingy, who wants it the most. The president has ordered one person to help all teams, and for LazyTown, that person is Sportacus.

Robbie is of course, amazed by the trophy and attempts to steal it, but Bessie yells at him (LOL) and he goes away. The kids start building their treehouse, but Ziggy has a bunch of lollipops in his mouth, and Stingy is too busy looking at the trophy.

Other then that, he is hogging all the supplies for the tree house (does he WANT that trophy?). Well, at least he's working on the treehouse. Bessie is getting Milford to build it for him while she relaxes (this is just ridiculous now) and Milford almost falls and drops all the wood, but Sportacus pushes a wheelbarrow so Milford doesn't fall on the ground.

Robbie is also trying hard for that trophy. He is trying his best to build a treehouse but he has no expierence and hurts himself multiple times in the process (smashing a piece of wood with a hammer, making that piece of wood fling onto him, and hitting his hand with a hammer).

He realizes what a waste of time this is (he should have some kinda invention for this task, but he doesn't think so) and decides to cut the kids tree with an axe. But the axe is rubber and it starts shaking, so he scraps that idea. Then Stingy's hammer flies away and instead of moving away, Robbie covers his head. Luckily, Sportacus is there and he catches the hammer. There are two more minutes remaining and the treehouse looks pretty good, the kids perform Teamwork, and Bessie is reading the headline of Lazy Town News: "LAZYTOWN SPRING IN THE AIR". What a boring newspaper. I genuinely don't know why she's always reading the newspaper in this season.

The time is finally up and what's left to do is to send the photos in to the president and see who wins the day after. Sportacus is the man taking the photos and he's wearing a red cloth on his face. Maybe to divert attention? Or to not get hit by the flames?

Bessie does a closeup to the camera, so you can't even see all the hard work that Milford did. Not to mention the photos are black and white (I'm no color expert, but I am pretty sure color photos existed in 2004), so the painting of the treehouse was useless. And Robbie says 'Cheddar' when Sportacus tells him to say 'Cheese'. LOL!

Despite how terrible his treehouse, Robbie still thinks he will win, and he mails the letter in along with everyone else. Anyways, Stingy can't handle the idea of someone getting given the trophy (jeez, it's like there's the secret to life in this trophy) and he rips up the photo so only him and the treehouse can be seen.

More proof that if Stingy is your favourite character, you're a 'fan' who discovered the show in 2017 after We are Number One and The Mine Song and have only watched 3 episodes. Anyways, the winner 'Stingy' is announced the next day and Robbie is on the verge of crying. He did put in a lot of effort and Stingy did almost nothing.

Everyone is unhappy with Stingy (well, maybe not the Mayor considering he doesn't know what Stingy did until Trixie tells everybody), but he is just happy he got the damn trophy. I respect the grind, but I don't respect lying about it.

He goes to the treehouse with the trophy, and they want answers. He says that it's his treehouse because he 'owns' everything used to build it, excluding Stephanie's flower pot, which he throws out. (What a jerky move) So they leave him alone.

To take Stingy off their minds, they play a game of basketball and some of Pixel's video games while Stingy plays ping pong, rock paper scissors, and chess.. alone. He lures Ziggy into visiting the treehouse (Siggi Sæti from 'Let's Go, LazyTown!' (1997) is background music) with candy which is pretty smart. He says he can have tons of candy if he plays with him, but Ziggy declines so Stingy turns the handle and breaks it.

I like how we can see he feels remorse for his actions but doesn't want to show it. It's good writing. Robbie is watching and he sees the trophy and decides to steal it in the mailbox costume and Stingy eventually decides to leave the treehouse (to go apologize), but he nearly falls off and now he's in trouble.

Stephanie hears his yells and convinces Trixie to save him. What character development! She climbs up the tree and tries to grab his hand, but the trophy distracts her and she almost falls until Stingy grabs her hand.

Robbie finally sees his chance to get the trophy (which is in multiple broken parts, but to each their own) but he falls over a leftover piece of wood, and Sportacus has just came to save the two.

Sportacus has saved the two (hip hip hooray), but Robbie is still lying on the ground in his mailbox, and the treehouse is about to fall on him. Thus comes more proof of the power of Sports Candy.

THAT'S RIGHT. HE HOLDS AN ENTIRE TREE HOUSE UP. Anyways, the gang make up, they sing Bing Bang and Robbie is in the lair with the trophy. He polishes it and takes care of it.. then he falls apart.

THE END.

8/10. Amazing lesson.

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Hazbin Lazytown Cast

Sporticus - Alastor

Robbie Rotten - Sir Pentious

Stephanie - Charlie

Miss Busybody - Lilith

Mayor Milford Meanswell - Lucifer

Ziggy - Angel Dust

Stingy - Niffty

Pixel - Baxter

Trixie - Cherri Bomb