"It didn't look like you were sleeping to me." Robbie shook off his hand and rolled over.
LAZY TOWN SLEEPLESS IN LAZYTOWN FULL
Sportacus touched his shoulder and he started into full wakefulness, peering out of the blankets with sudden fear.
The man under the blankets was shivering all over but had the blankets pulled stubbornly tight around him. "Robbie," he said, and called for the ladder. On one of the benches he saw a twisted pile of blankets. It was hard to see at this time of night, so his eye was automatically drawn to the park with its lamps. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his telescope, and opened the door of the airship The crystal on his chest was beeping and flashing. Spartacus sat up, blinking in the darkness. Shivering all over, he fell into a fitful state between waking and dreaming. It was cold outside but, he thought, he would be safe inside of these. Grumbling, he dragged his bundle of blankets up to the surface and dumped them in the middle of Lazytown's park.
He burrowed into them, covering himself completely so that no light or sound could get in, and turned the lamp off. Out of it popped some thick, heavy blankets, with which he made a nest in his chair. He went around his lair, collecting every soft object and bit of fabric, and shoved it all into his inventing machine. He set it down again, picked up his tiny blanket, and threw it to the floor. He grabbed his clock and held it close to his face, staring at the ticking hands with bleary eyes. Robbie started up from his armchair with a huff.