Robbie Rotten's plans to get rid of Sportacus backfire spectacularly on him when he opens up a pothole to a parallel "Lazy Town" universe.

Chapter One

All Robbie Rotten wanted was to have a quiet day. A quiet, lazy, day EVERY day. What was so wrong with being lazy? Things had been fine until Sportacus and Stephanie had turned up in town and insisted on everybody being energetic.

Damn them! He thought as he tinkered with his latest invention. With any luck it would get that big blue goof out of town for good and everything would go back to being lazy again. Without his boundless energy and those accursed super powers, Sportacus would no doubt up sticks and take a hike right out of town.

An evil grin crossed Robbie's face as he aligned the last of the focusing lenses and connected the last few wires. Turning the switch to "on", the machine slowly whirred into life. "It works! It works" Robbie cried, jumping up and down. But Robbie's joy turned to worry as the machine began to shake and rumble. He backed away slowly and cowered behind his row of costumes as the contraption fired an energy beam from the nozzle of the "gun" and hit the nearest wall. Rather than ricocheting off, a huge shimmering hole of energy opened up. It looked almost like some sort of porthole but Robbie Rotten preferred not to get too close to it. He cautiously moved back towards the machine with all of the intention of switching it off... until he heard a yell and a thud.

Robbie peered around to where he had heard the noise, half expecting to find one of those nauseating children in his lair. Well, the person certainly had pink hair but she looked far too old to be that odious Stephanie. The hair style was all wrong as it was in dreadlocks. And the outfit was all completely off, as she was wearing black and the clothes looked like they belonged to a Goth cult. She was wearing PVC trousers, a bodice style top and boots that were more buckle than boot.

The woman stood up, dusted herself off and took in her surroundings. "Great," she muttered, "which smart arse decided to open this porthole?"

"Err... that'll be me..." Robbie Rotten answered sheepishly from his hiding place.

The woman jumped and spun around to face him. She then eyed the machine. Before she could ask, comment or question, the machine promptly blew a fuse, shuddered and began smoking. At the same moment, the porthole disappeared. The stranger's face turned into one of shock and panic as she looked between the machine and the now solid wall.

"No! It can't close! I can't stay here!" She yelled, banging her fits against the now solid wall. She eventually gave up and sat on the floor.

Robbie, who hadn't said a word during all of this, finally got the courage up to approach her. "Who are you? Where did you come from through that... well, porthole I guess?"

She was silent for a moment before replying "Stephanie... I'm from a place called Lazy Town."

Robbie almost fell over with surprise when she said that. Was this some kind of parallel universe Stephanie sat in front of him? From a parallel Lazy Town? He shook his head. There was no such thing as time travel and parallel universes... was there?

The parallel Stephanie stood up and looked at Robbie again. "Where am I?"

He hesitated before answering. "You're in Lazy Town."