Just a Little Scheming

“How would that even work?” Glanni asked, giving his younger brother a rather annoyed expression.

“Simple! The apple goes in the Candy Faker Maker 3000 and --”

Realizing he had, in fact, heard this scheme before, Glanni waved his hands in protest of Robbie’s idea. “No, no, no… Robbie, litli bróðir, Sportacus isn’t going to fall for that again. You’ve done it way too many times.”

“Oh...” Robbie began to pace around the lair, thinking of something else he could do to try and capture Sportacus.

“Are you sure, Glanni?” Carmen asked, sitting in Robbie’s fuzzy orange chair. “Sport’s a bit of a himbo. I wouldn’t be surprised if he fell for it every time.”

Carmen’s comment made Glanni nearly fall over laughing. “All of the Sports Elves are himbos, pretty much. Except 9. 9’s just an asshole.”

Robbie stiffened up at the mention of Sportacus 9. He hoped to never encounter that particular elf ever again. Noticing his brother’s reaction, Glanni quickly changed the subject. “But that’s all besides the point. Robbie, you thought of anything yet?”

“Not a thing.”

“Maybe we could try a different fruit? Robbie’s already done apples numerous times, right? Why not switch it up?”

Robbie ran over, grabbing Carmen and kissing her. “You’re a genius!” he exclaimed. However, his excitement faded after a few moments. “Wait… what other fruits does Sportacus even like?”

The three villains shared a look; they were going to have a long evening ahead of them.