Chapter 1: Sprocket lay on his bed as usual, head slightly propped up by his front paws and a dreamy sigh escaping him every so often. No noise disturbed his slumber save for the occasional snore or trail of wind blowing through the old cracked window. His peaceful rest was short lived, however, as his master slammed the door open with a disgruntled snort. Sprocket jumped up, slightly rumpled, but over all pleased to see his master home again. Yet once more his joy was down trodden when he saw the saddened look in his owner's eyes. Whining, he gently nuzzled the arm belonging to the elderly man. “I tell you, Sprocket.” the man, Doc, finally spoke. “ Work just doesn't feel like it used to. The editor of the newspaper told me I needed fresh ideas, something new and inviting. Now how can a person ask that of a man who is older than the newspaper itself?” Doc looked down at his loyal companion, eyes sad and wizened in his age. Sprocket whined again, wishing he could tell his owner could understand how much he really cared, even if he was only a dog. Sighing, the old man deftly plucked his glasses from their resting place on his face and pinched the bridge of his nose in concentration. He gently removed the sympathetic dog's paws from his lap and walked heavily up the stairs, footsteps become faint with each step. Plopping himself down on his own bed, Sprocket closed his eyes in pain, his heart just as heavy as his owner's. Just to the left of the resting dog was a hole which led to another world it would seem; where another being was also confused and sick with worry. The little creature paced back and forth across his room, his purple hair bobbing up and down in a humorous way. His room mate was quite the opposite of his companion and rested calmly on his own bed while his eyes followed the purple and orange Fraggle. He munched on a radish while his friend mumbled unintelligibly “He hasn't written to me in three weeks, Wembly!” The Fraggle spoke urgently while running his hands through his hair nervously. “I just know something has happened to my uncle.” Wembly simply shrugged at his friend's concerned assumption and continued to snack on the radish in his hand. “I think you worry too much, Gobo.” Wembly answered, almost incoherent due to his stuffed mouth. Wembly jumped off his bed and skipped lightly to his friend's side. “Your uncle is a good Fraggle, he can take care of himself.” Gobo nodded absent minded at his friend's reason not to fret. “Either way, I'm going out to find him. I think it's time to bring him home.” With this statement Gobo walked determinedly out the yawning mouth to there small cave-like home. “That's right, Gobo!” Wembly nodded slowly, thinking he had been able to ease his friend's mind. “You just go out and find your uncle and-WHAT?!” Wembly screeched before rushing after the distant Gobo. “Gobo, think rationally about this,will ya'?” He called after the orange Fraggle, but to no avail. “I'm leaving, Wembly. And that's that, feel free to come along if ya' want to.” Gobo said over his shoulder to the panicking Fraggle. “Wa-wait for me!” Wembly yelled, running even faster than before. As the two travelers continued through the caverns they called home, they were shortly stopped by a voice calling after them. “Hey, Gobo! Wanna race me today?” A Fraggle that was red and yellow and slightly smaller than Gobo ran to meet her two friends. “Oh, not today, Red. I don't think I'll be competing against you for a while. I'm gonna be busy.” Gobo answered impatiently to Red's question. “Where are ya' goin'? Red asked, undeterred by Gobo's tone of voice. “Can I come along?” She asked eyes lit with child-like excitement. “It's not a place for girl's in Outer Space, Red. Why don't you go on home?” Gobo reasoned, his arms folded as if he was scolding a child. “Because I think going to Outer Space would be much better than staying home.” Red chirped bubbly, she poked Gobo in the stomach teasingly. “Wh-who said we was going to Outer Space.” Wembly stuttered nervous of the tension and teasing mixing together. He knew if Red and Gobo were to have an argument it wouldn't end well. “Gobo just said that's where we were going.” Red pointed out, eager to annoy her orange skinned friend. “I said nothing about it, an you're not comin' with us!” Gobo defended himself, feeling he was obviously in the right. “Oh, yes you did!” Red argued lightly in a sing-song voice, enjoying the frazzled look Gobo shot her. “Did not!” “Did too!” “Did not!” “Did too!” “DID NOT!” “DIIIIID TOOO!” “Well who did not do something that they did?” A softer voice interrupted. The trio was suddenly over shadowed by a tall purple, dreamy looking Fraggle. “Hi, Mokey! It's Gobo and Wembly. They're going to Outer Space and aren't taking me with them!” Red pouted, her bottom lip sticking out comically. Mokey dropped the load of radishes she had been carrying and clasped her hands in delight. “Oh how lovely!” She sighed, eyelashes fluttering. “I've always wanted to go on an adventure, won't this be exciting?!” “Not you too.” Gobo groaned while buried his head in one of his hands in defeat. “Well that settles it.” Red said triumphantly, her smug smile being directed towards Gobo. Before she could gloat anymore, however, the groups bickering was once again diverted by another Fraggle. “Well what are all of you doing?” Gobo asked, his hands filled with another basket of laundry from that morning. “Shouldn't you all be doing your chores?” The teal colored Fraggle asked irritably, his shaggy orange hair covering his eyes as usual. “We're too busy for chores, now if the three of you would excuse us, Wembly and I have to go find Uncle Max.” Gobo turned and once more tried to get away from his friends when Red reached out and grabbed his shoulder, none too gently mind you. “Oh, just hold it, you.” She pointed an accusing finger at his chest, all teasing gone. “You just think you can leave all of us behind? We've always been there for each other, and this is a time that we still need to be there for our friends.” Red narrowed her eyes at Gobo, who shrunk back slightly although his steel gaze remained the same. “Whether you like it or not, we're comin'.” With that, the fiery Fraggle headed in the same direction that Gobo had previously been heading. Sighing, Gobo gave in and he too continued on. With a slight skip, Mokey pulled a disagreeing Boober in tow behind her. “Wait, who said I agreed to this?!” Wembly called weakly. “How can I choose between going with you guys, or staying home?” His voice had reached a higher pitch by this point. Red turned around to face him, though her pace remained the same. “Wembly, who ever said we were giving you a choice?” With that she turned back around and walked with the rest of the group. “Oh, well in that case...” Wembly shrugged and ran to meet up with the rest of his friends.