Robbie was enjoying his nap when the door shot open and a very agitated sports elf bound inside frantically.

"Robbie, can you hear me? Is it still you?" Sportacus demanded and scooped up the feline bringing the furry face near his own to scrutinize.

Robbie stared back completely bewildered. He struggled to get out of the elf's arms but even had he still been human there was no budging from the iron grip.

"Rarg!" he replied and was annoyed that the stream of inventive obscenities did not translate well in to cat.

"Oh no, we're too late!" Sportacus practically wailed. Robbie gapsed as he was crushed to a powerful chest.

"I am so sorry Robbie! I should have checked up on you sooner. Then Pixel could have repaired your invention and you wouldn't be stuck as a cat forever!"

The lanky cat had been fighting to be released but stopped short as Sportacus's declaration sank in.

"Mew?" he asked, his emotions shooting from annoyed to terrified in a split second. Through a surprising burst of adrenaline, the villian turned cat wrenched his way out of the bear hug, hooked his claws in to each side of that goofy blue hat, pulled that obnoxious sports elfen face down to his own and snarled, asking in a way unmistakable even in the limits of cat language just what was meant by, "stuck as a cat forever".

"Robbie?" Sportacus asked, with a slight quaver to his voice and trembling lower lip warring with what looked like the beginnings of hope in his eyes.

"Mrowr." Robbie snapped, impatient as ever, and rolled his eyes.

"You are still you! Thank goodness!"

The bright smile washed across the hero's face like a sunrise. The close proximity to nearly burned Robbie with its intensity and he had to look a way a moment to catch the breath he seemed to have lost somewhere.

He recieved his much needed distance as Sportacus carefully placed him on the bed and removed something from his vest. He set down the small device in front the peculiar purple tabby and grinned expectantly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Robbie eyed it suspiciously and even gave it a curious sniff before tapping the big friendly orange button with his paw. The device sprange to life in a blaze of beeps and lights before splitting open and revealed a small keyboard, screen and speakers.

"Thank you for activating the Conversetron 600," chirped a pleasant female voice from the speakers.

Robbie sneered slightly at the friendly tone. That and the boring name clearly identified it as one of Paxil's inventions. However, he didn't let that stop him from pouncing on the keyboard and typing as fast as his fuzzy appendages would allow.

"What do you mean I'm stuck as a cat forever, you great oaf of an elf," the Converetron trilled sweetly. Robbie couldn't help but to cringe at the way it turned his nice bitter insult in to little more than some cutesy pet name.

The tone brought a quick smile to Sportacus's face, but it was quickly replaced by a flustered expression as he paced briskly and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, you see, Robbie, you aren't stuck physically like this forever. In fact, Pixel says that even if he can't fix the machine you should revert back to your natural form eventually."

It was clear on that transparent face that there was more he wasn't telling him. Robbie growled and resumed his typing.

"If you don't hurry up and spit it out I promise I'll bite you!"

It was a very good thing that cats couldn't blush, at least visibly. His sharp command filtered through the pleasant sing song ended up sounding less like a threat more like a flirtation. From the redness creeping across Sportakook's cheeks, it seemed the same to him. Fortunately, Sportacus just shook his head, did a quick flip, and continued explaining.

"Physically, you should be fine..." he started to trail off, but a low feline growl kept him going. Apparently heroes had problems giving bad news. Which is just silly. Bad news was the most fun news to give other people.

"But the machine takes a higher toll on you mentally. The longer you're in the form of a cat, the more your mind will shape itself to match. According to the test results Pixel calculated, if you remain in a cat body too long, you'll forget you were ever human, and there's no way to tell if you can ever remember even if you change back."

Robbie remained silent, and tried to absord the news. This was not an intended function of his Re-Configurator. Of course, he didn't exactly get a chance to safely test it out. He hoped that the kid had just made a mistake in his calculations. After all, anyone still in grade school was apt to be a little confused with a grown man's level of genius. There was no kidding himself, though. Already he'd found himself falling into the cat role more and more and it had only been a couple of days. How long would he last? Could a small child get the R-C back together in time?

Sportacus had not had much exposure to a quiet Robbie and was starting to get worried. He bounced nervously, paced a bit, and finally started a complex series of cartwheels, flips, and tumbling before becoming exasperated with the cat's silence. He approached him warily. Perhaps he was asleep. It seemed an odd time to fall asleep but that wouldn't be too unusual for Robbie.

There was a sudden flurry of furry movement and the Conversatron once more came to life.

"Alright Sportacus, put your disgusting overabundance of energy to good use and get me down to my lair. I need to have a chat with Pencil and get this mess cleaned up sooner rather than later. Never send a boy to do a man's job. Or a cat's job."

Action was something Sportacus could get behind. With a whoop he scooped Robbie and the Conversetron and headed toward the door.

"You know, Robbie, you missspelled Pixel's name."

The keyboard clicked and clacked.

"No I did not. And don't forget to bring my catnip mouse," said the sweet voice in the gadget.