Fraggle Rock fanfic: Song Of A Midnight Place

[Redsonga]

Like Mokey's verison, I think Red's voice suits this song even better than Jo Dee Messina's (<-Link to video of the song) . When I first heard this song again after a long time I thought "That is so Red and Gobo's song!", and so, it is .

End credits (as sung by Red )

Scene:
An everyday Arizona suburb in the afternoon, Gobo, Wembley and Red last of all appear as they go though the pet door. Red turns around and looks in silent awe.

Baby, what do you say we just get lost?

Scene:
Red tentatively puts a foot on the pavement and then draws it back, only to turn a second later and start hopping up and down on it.

Leave this one horse townlike two rebels without a cause?


Scene:
Gobo and Wembley quickly rush over pulling Red out of the way of narrowly being missed by a car.

See the people in Boston.

Scene:
Close up of Red's face as she coughs from the car's fumes, as the cloud clears to reveal a wide blue sky a slow mischievous smile slowly forms on her face, as she looks down to see the fact that they are all tied together in the usual traveling rope line.

Ain't your uncle still in Des Moines?
We can pack up tomorrow.
Tonight, let's flip a coin...!


Scene:
She gives the rope a sharp tug, half pulling half dragging the two along behind her.

Heads, Carolina Tails, California!
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer!
Up in the mountains, down by the ocean!

Polaroid photo snapshot:
The three swimming and doing cannon balls into the ocean.
The photo unfreezes and Red makes a face after getting a mouthful of salty water from Gobo's splash.

Where? It don't matter, as long as we're goin'
Somewhere together. I've got a quarter.

Polaroid photo snapshot:
A roll of photo booth stickers of the three making silly faces and Red and Gobo kissing. The last mini picture unfreezes and Wembley pops up between the two, sporting hair newly died bright punk colors.

Heads, Carolina Tails, California!
We can load what we own in the back of a U-haul van.

Polaroid photo snapshot:
Red, wearing oversized heart shaped sunglasses, a collection of neon colored snap bracelets on her tail, and licking a rainbow colored lollypop proudly drags a giant sack behind her. The picture unfreezes as Gobo gives her a disapproving look, her pigtails wilt as she begins to carry the bag back slowly toward bright "Toys 'R Us" lettering on the side a building.

Couple modern day Moses', searchin for the promised land...


Polaroid photo snapshot:
The three are meditating cross-legged on satin pillows in what looks like a Indian temple. The scene unfreezes and Wembley opens his eyes, slowly tapping the nearby Red, who falls over with a clink onto an incense burner, fast asleep.

We can go four hundred miles before we stop for gas...

Polaroid photo snapshot:
Red, Gobo, and Wembley marching with a line of Japanese kindergartners to school, one of them griping tightly to Wembley's nose instand of his hand.

We can drive for a day, and then we'll take a look at the map...!

Polaroid photo snapshot:
Red, Gobo and Wembley standing in front of Jackson Pollock's "Blue Poles" in the National Gallery of Australia. The photo unfreezes and the three tilt their heads to one side and then the other in puzzlement, turning to each other and shrugging.

Heads, Carolina Tails, California!
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer!

Polaroid photo snapshot:
The three are standing in front of a tall sign just out of veiw in the pouring rain: Red wearing her fish costume and big floppy wide rimmed hat, and Wembley wearing sunglasses, swimming fins, and holding a boogie board. The picture unfreezes and both of them turn to glare at Gobo between them as he grins sheepishly, the camera panning upward to the words "Welcome to Sunny Califorina" on a sign.

Up in the mountains, down by the ocean!

Polaroid photo snapshot:
Gobo clinging tightly to the side of moutain with a pick ax as Red begans to loose her grip and Wembley is in the middle of falling, dragging down their climbing rope as a very shocked looking eagle flies just below them.

Where? It don't matter, as long as we're goin'
Somewhere together. I've got a quarter.
Heads, Carolina Tails, California!

Polaroid photo snapshot:
The three hitching a ride on the back of a bus bumper in an attached small handmade wooden cart. The picture unfreezes and they hop out, looking upward with wide eyes and then turning to each other with sly grins. The revealed sign reads "Oaxaca Radish Festival".

We're gonna get outta here if we gotta ride a Greyhound bus.
Boy, we're bound to outrun the bad luck that's tailin' us!.

Polaroid photo snapshot:
Red, Gobo and Wembley running and laughing as they carry a giant Mexican corn god made completely out of radishes. Another photo snaps showing a huge mob of angry people with crafting tools and pitch forks following close behind them…

Heads, Carolina Tails, California!
Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer!

Polaroid picture snapsot:
Red waves as she windsurfs. The picture unfreezes as she falls off the broad and slowly lifts her head out of the shallow water, only to come face to face with a platypus. Both scream and run in opposite directions.

Up in the mountains, down by the ocean!

Pollard picture snapshot:
A trail of fraggle footprints in the snow, leading to Gobo, Red, and Wembley crowded around something wearing their socking caps. The picture unfreezes and they part to reveal a fraggle snowman with shiny black pebbles for eyes and a mouth made out of sticks with tiny pine cones for hair, in one hand holding a radish and in the other, made as part it's body, a postcard with a Hawaiian sunset.


Where? It don't matter, as long as we're goin'
Somewhere together. I've got a quarter.

Polaroid picture Snapshot:
A hidden cozy fire in the woods of the snowy mountainside throws a golden glow onto the sleeping faces of the friends under a cozy heavy patchwork quilt, Red with her head snuggled on Gobo's chest, while Wembley in turn leans on her shoulder. The picture unfreezes as Red opens one eye in annoyance, quickly pushing Wembley's head away to use a snowdrift to the other side as a pillow with a yelp and soft shower of flying snow.

Heads, Carolina Tails, California!

Scene:
A slow panning shot from the boots upwards of two silly creatures on that same snowy mountain. The two twenty-something hikers, a woman and a man, stare at the figure made of snow before them. Slowly they turn to look each other in the eye in bewilderment and mouth the word 'fraggle?'.

O---oh, California! Carolina! California!

Voice over of Wembley:.

And that's sorta how it all started, all those years ago…and we still are to this day…exploring, I mean. If you see us, say hi! We're looking forward to meeting you…

The scene slowly closes in on the fraggle prints in the snow, leading to the radish the snow fraggle is holding, as it's bright green top whips in the wintery breeze...

The (real) End.

 

[RedPiggy]

*squeals in delight*

That was EXCELLENT! Each scene is just so PERFECT!

 

[Redsonga]

*squeals in delight*

That was EXCELLENT! Each scene is just so PERFECT!

*lol* Thank you . It was a clear vision I had that I really wanted to show just so to everyone else, so it took a long time...

And with this post, Song Of A Midnight Place is officially done. Fifty-eight pages and 19,141 words long *falls over and dies* See self? You can finish stories, you aren't worthless as a writer...

 

[Gold Demona]

That was really neat. =3
Awesome stuff. ^_^

 

[Redsonga]

That was really neat. =3
Awesome stuff. ^_^

Thank you . It is like a movie in my head with these stories and I really just want to share them with everyone...My only fear is that the real FR movie won't live up to fandom ones...

 

[Gold Demona]

I know exactly what you mean.
When I was writing my fic, it played out in my head just like an actual episode of the series. ^_^

And I'm with you about the movie. I hope they don't screw it up. =/

 

[Redsonga]

I'm glad you like it...What took me so long to write it was the fact that I was trying to match the pictures and timing in my head just so. It may not look very hard or very long, but it actually is

 

[Gold Demona]

Oh trust me, I know exactly what you mean.
It is not an easy thing to synch into writing the actions with the music.
Many kudos to your brilliant usage of it. =3

 

[Redsonga]

*yearly bumpdy for any new member readers*
This is still my favorite story

 

[Collgoff]

The Echo Hole absorbed the silence that welled up between the two fraggles in the same nature as it did their voices, laying it like a uneasy blanket over the shorter green Boober who had at that moment taken to hiding his head in Mokey's cloak.

With the utmost care she reached down to lift his chin upward, sending Boober's hat gently tumbling off his long feathery red hair as she laughed softly.

"Silly Boober, that was just a joke..wasn't it?"

The small fraggles eyes were as always masked by his thick mane, that now in later age fell almost to the top of his nose, but his voice in reply held all the hurt and disappointment any on-seer would have needed to understand.

"No Mokey…it wasn't..I meant it…" Boober's own laugh was bitter and died halfway though. "I'm only two years younger than Red, but with my kinds' slow growth hormones you've only ever seen me as a silly…maybe I am…"

"Oh no, Boober..don't say things like that!"

Boober resumed his former hugging position against her side with an over-dramatic flare.

"It's okay, Mokey, don't mind me. You've got too much to contend with right now as it is without having to deal with my silly insecurities…I'm here for you…just for you..if you ever want..someday…if you..want…"

The Echo Hole, a void of the music-less whisper of wind being drawn into its depths provided acoustics to Boober's small steady baritone as he began to sing.

If my love was a song,
It would echo on and on…

Cobwebs around the two swayed like waves in the wind to the unheard beat around the pools of light the two fraggles were settled by.

And if life be a dream,
I hope I don't wake before I have time to sing…
Though I might get the lyrics wrong…
If my love was a song.

The scene began to melt away to a blurry memory that was just visible getting clearer and clearer with each of the shaky notes…

And if the stars no longer were to shine
And survived only in my mind
I'd give that memory to you…so you could sing it to…
If my love was a so…"

"Mokey, Mokey!" The ear splitting sound of Wembley's voice echoed, shattering the scene.

"Ma, ma!" A tiny voice interjected in agreement, as the a group of three fraggles and one mini-puff ball tumbled down the slope of the bridge and bumping into the couple, sending the smaller of the two over the ledge.

A small whimper came from the dangling form of Boober, where he now hung sadly from Red's tail overlooking the hole.

“M...my..song...”

Mokey hugged Poppy as the small pink fraggle giggled happily in her arms.

“My baby! Did you have fun today with your aunt and uncle?"

“Auntie Ed, Unc' Go!" Poppy nodded happily in reply, pointing at the two.

“Guys, you just interrupted my...” Boober began again at a whisper to Gobo and Red.

“Mokey, I've been thinking...” Red began, putting a hand on her friends shoulder.

“...that is, I had one more stanza and...” Boober tried one last time in a tone that barely made it past his throat and caught the sensitive ear of Mokey.

Oh Boober. She mouthed silently, patting him on the back.

“I may not be as brave as Gobo, or as smart a Boober, or as artistic as you...”

Red continued on though this exchange, unknowing, as Gobo just hid a slight smile and Wembley looked from Mokey to Boober, as if trying to read a secret code.

“...Or have as much imagination as Wembley...But there's one thing that I do know. Gobo taught this from an Outer Space song, I made it less mushy by fixing the words, you know...”

“Parody loop-hole copyright infringement, how enlightening.” Boober grumbled.

The five began their track back to the Great Hall, the first notes of a merry slow beat picking up as they crossed the bridge.


The sun will be there tomorrow,
Bet yer' last radish bar that tomorrow, there'll be sun.

Red said with a firm nod to Mokey, ending with a scream as they all slipped down the other side and landed with a loud bump.

Just thinking about tomorrow, clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow,

Red sang rubbing her head.

'till there's none

She grabbed hold of Mokey's hand, who grabbed hold of Gobo's in turn and then Whembly, who grabbed hold of a grumpy looking Boober's hand, making a living skipping chain of fraggles...

When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely,


...ending with Poppy, who was hanging onto Boober's tail and every now and then tickling him with the end of it, as if hoping to make him cheer up.

I just stick up my chin, and grin, and say...!

As they pasts the Crystal Caverns and the Great Outer Maze in turn all types of Fraggle Rock creatures, from Toe Tickers and Inkspots, to Rumble Bugs, to the Blustering Bellowpane Monster, and The Glob, joined in.

Oh, the sun will still be there tomorrow
So you gotta hang on 'till tomorrow,
Come what may!

As the chain reached the Great Hall, countless fraggles perked up their heads, and others picked up their interments, adding the backing of an orchestra to Red's voice.

Tomorrow, tomorrow!
It's only a day away!

Red broke away from the others, walking around the rocks at the pond's ege like a balance beam.

The sun will be there tomorrow
Bet 'yer last radish bar that tomorrow, there'll be sun.
Just thinking about tomorrow, clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow,
'till there's none.

She hopped down, only to find herself in the middle of a group of boy fraggles, led by Marlon and Rumple, and all eyeing her as they sang, drowning out her voice.

When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely!
I just stick up my chin, and grin, and say!...


Red retreated behind Gobo who shot the group a glare as they sunk back into the crowd.

Oh, the sun will still be there tomorrow
So you gotta hang on 'till tomorrow,
Come what may!

Mokey nodded as the five finished together.

Tomorrow, tomorrow!
It's only... a day... away!

Mokey hugged Red and smiled, as the music died back into the many melodies of the everyday Rock.

“Red..I was wrong. Why I think your one of the most mature fraggles I know.”

“Really?" Red replied happily, and turned to grin and tug Gobo's shirt. “Golly, did you hear that?"

“I always knew you were mature Red, you don't need any help at that eh!..” Gobo grinned. “But you could have just asked me, if it was really making you sad...”

“Why you! What do you think I was trying to do all day?" Red yelled, starting to go off on a half-hearted tantrum that included many pokes at Gobo's midsection.

Mokey laughed and scanned the crowd of fraggles surrounding her that all stood like furry pastel dots in their great number surrounding the pond with its countless see saws. swings, and musical interments.

“My friends...all my dear friends..The song of a midnight place always sings at birth and death...But maybe it is the time in-between that truly matters the most..It plays... for all of us...”

Boober was the first to nuzzle the folds of Mokey's sweater, following quickly by Wembley, and then Red, and Gobo last of all, reached out to rim them all in a giant bear hug that include the whole length of his tail when his arms were not long enough.

At that moment, as the four friends stood hugging their tearful storyteller, they could almost hear the sound of a magic pipe, carried by the wind...

~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~

Play me down on the ground,
Song comes singing from the midnight places.
Raise me high in the sky,
Song comes drifting through...

~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~

The End.

Well that was nicest thing I ever red and it's nice.