Finding you (Fraggle Rock atempt)

Speaking of jobs, I am job shadowing at a local theatre next week on Monday. I hope my mom doesn't mind if I take pictures and I might dress causually. A sign sort of being independent. Sounds good, eh?

BTW: To be honest, I take forever with my writing and I am just hoping that I can get my "Remembering Jim Henson" story done. The next chapter of my work will be posted next week which is Sunday. My OC Figgie, which is you, will finally meet Miss Piggy and Kermit as well.

YAAAAAY!!

Oh and good luck with your next chapter that are working on, even though you are so busy and you love books.

I don't have the job yet, but I promise the chapter will be up in the next couple of hours, and there's gonna be a very special guest appearence!!

Oh Figgie, that's great! I can't wait! (bounce!) Bounce! Hehehe! I was being silly!

Yes, but it's also for teens too. besides it's just a side job until college in 3 years. ^^

Ah yes! But that's the best way to be!!

Thank you Figgie! You are the best!

Hehe, thanks. But Jim Henson was actually the best/

Oh yeah! Come to think of it, I never met him at all, but he was a great leader like Gobo.

I never did either, but he was a great man.

Yes and nobody and really nobody ever replaces Jim.

That would be impossible, but Steve Whitmire is doing just dandy as Kermit.

Yes! I really see that for sure. Okay, right now...uh...I am waiting for more story. I am done with the you know nonense game now.

Okay, I'm just finishing the editing.

Chapter 5: Yaaaay! Cue the creator!

“So,” Hatchley started. Gobo looked up from the book he had been reading.

“Yes?” He asked curiously.

“What’s with you and Red?” Gobo choked and spluttered, his face becoming as red as said Fraggle.

“I-I’m not sure I understand.” He stuttered, breaking eye contact with the other Fraggle. Hatchley giggled at how uncomfortable she had made Gobo, sobering once more she continued with the questioning.

“Yeah, I mean, you’re obviously good friends with her, but you always seem to be looking at her.”

“So what are you hinting at?” Gobo asked, concluding that he would not like how this turned out.

“I’m hinting that you like Red as more than a friend.” Hatchley smirked as Gobo turned a dark crimson color.

“Y-you’ve been mistaken, I hate to d-disappoint you, but Red and I are and always will be: friends.” Gobo finished resolutely. Turning back to his book, Gobo tried to ignore the hysterical laughing that was emanating from Hatchley.

“Oh, men, you’re all alike, too stubborn to admit your feelings.” Giggling, Hatchley jumped off of the bed that the orange and purple Fraggle was currently sitting on. Before walking completely out the door, Hatchley turned and faced the flustered Fraggle.

“You know, she’s been watching you almost as much as you’ve been watching her. Now there’s some food for thought.” When she had completely left his sight, Gobo lay on his back and looked up at the ceiling. What am I supposed to do? He thought quietly.

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Ruthy watched intently as Boober scrubbed up and down on the clothes in the wash bin. His usual scowl was replaced with a content smile and his posture was more relaxed than she’d ever seen before.

“Do ya enjoy doin’ laundry, Boober?” she asked curiosly.

“Ahh!” Boober yelped, his hands flew upward as he slipped on some soapy water, thus causing him to splash into the wash tub. Ruthy winced as she witnessed the watery escapade. Walking swiftly over to the tub, she grabbed Boober’s hand and pulled him out of the suds and wrapped him in a towel she had pulled from the shelves.

“Oh, Boober! I am so sorry, are ya hurt laddie?” Ruthy asked guiltily. In answer, Boober huffed and glared at her.

“I don’t suppose you silly creatures ever heard of knocking?” Kneeling on the sopping floor, Ruthy came face to face with the equally wet blue Fraggle.

“I truly am sorry, Boober. I didn’t know I’d frighten ya so awfully.” She apologized once more.

“Startled, not frighten, startled. There’s a difference.” Boober corrected while rubbing himself dry. “In answer to your question yes, I like, if not love, doing laundry. Except when I’m interrupted by someone.” He finished staring pointedly at Ruthy.

“Is there some way I can make it up ta ya?” Ruthy asked politely. Boober thought for a moment before nodding.

“Yes, you can get on the other side of the tub and help me with this last batch.” Smiling, Ruthy did as she was told. After a few minutes of silent washing, Ruthy broke the silence with another question.

“Boober?”

“Hm?” He hummed, not looking up from the tropical shirt in his hands. Must belong to Wembley, she thought to herself.

“What was that song Mokey said Fraggles sing? The one that goes…Dance your cares away, workings for another day…?” Ruthy tried to remember the notes, but by the look Boober was wearing, she’d missed them by a long shot. For a moment, Boober was silent, but then his face started to twist in weird ways as if it didn’t know what to do with itself. Ruthy was about to ask if her singing had made him sick, but was stopped short as the silence was filled with laughter.

“You-giggle- you s-silly creatures were a-aptly named. Haha, you-re s-s-so-o-o funny!” Boober was laughing so hard he couldn’t even catch his breath. Soon Ruthy was laughing as well. It had to have been five minutes before they stopped and became as close to serious as before.

“If you want to know how the song goes, I’ll teach you. I’ve had years of hearing this annoying song, I doubt I’ll ever forget it. Boober smiled lopsidedly before taking a deep breath.

Dance your cares away,
Worry's for another day.
Let the music play,
Down at Fraggle Rock. Just as Boober finished the first verse, Mokey popped up next to him and began to sing along as well.

Work you cares away,
Dancing's for another day. Wembley hopped up onto Ruthy’s shoulder and started to sing just as Red and Gobo walked in.
Let the Fraggles play,
We're Gobo, Mokey, Wembley, Boober, Red.

Dance your cares away,
Worry's for another day.
Let the music play,
Down at Fraggle Rock.
Down at Fraggle Rock.
Down at Fraggle Rock.

At the end, the Fraggles clapped in unison before breaking out into laughter. Ruthy joined in, feeling better than ever. The fun was cut short, however, by the sound of the doorbell. Standing up Ruthy ran towards the noise callin, “I’ll get it!”

“Well who else would get it?” Boober replied sarcastically, this earned him a punch in the arm from Red. Before the two could dive into the usual banter, they were once again interrupted. This time it was by a happy squeal.

“Jim?!” The Fraggles rushed into the room to find Ruthy hugging a very tall bearded silly creature. Hiding behind the large love seat, the group watched the formalities take place.

“Tell me, how’s Frank, Jerry, and all the other guys?” Ruthy asked.

“Oh, they’re doing just fine. The question is, how are you?” The bearded silly creature’s voice was soft and gently, contrasting greatly to Ruthy’s loud tones. His voice also did not carry any accent, instead it was plain but warm. He seemed like a gentle giant to the Fraggles.

“Ah, I’m holdin’ on.” Ruthy grinned. “Come on in an’ ‘ave a seat. Would ya like coffee? Tea? Wha can I get ya?”

“I’m fine Ruth, just come sit down.”

“Um, Ruthy?” Gobo asked cautiously, barely letting his head peak over the back of the sofa.

“Oh, fudge muffins!” Ruthy swore in regret, slapping a hand to her forehead. “I almost forgot, Jim, I’d like ya ta meet my friends, the Fraggles!” One by one the group stepped into view of the giant silly creature.

“Gobo, Red, Boober, Mokey, and Wembley. I’d like ya ta meet me friend and boss, Mista Jim Henson!”

That's all folks! See ya later!

I update, and you guys don't review, I don't update, you guys review. Sometimes I don't get you guys... Hehe.

OK...I've read everything you've posted thus far now. I really like it. Your sense of description and describing characters' actions in such a unique way is amazing. And the developing Red/Gobo story with Hatchely's interception is really something that is getting me hooked. I also loved that song that Red sang in Gobo's flashback, which I'm assuming you wrote the lyrics to. It was very nice. There's just so much to love in this story.

A few nitpicks I have, though, would be:
*Be careful with how the Fraggles refer to humans. I noticed that Mokey was saying the word "human" when talking about stars, whereas that is a word that is basically foreign to the Fraggles.
*Also, be careful when talking about Boober. You seem to be accidentally writing Gobo instead of Boober sometimes. For example, one time you said that Gobo was holding laundry and talking, when it should've said Boober, and Gobo got introduced twice to Hatchley, once in place of Boober.

And I really do like Hatchley, and the role she already seems to be taking in the Gobo/Red romance plot. Just one thing to watch out for, however, is to not fall into the Mary Sue trap as the story furthers. Make sure that while developing the character, you make some flaws evident in her. I'm not saying she has reached the Mary Sue point yet, but as of yet she seems to be doing everything perfectly, so just something to potentially look out for.

Also, I noticed that in chapter five you split up the text into smaller paragraphs instead of having everything clumped together like you had been doing previously. I have to thank you for doing that...it really helps me to read the story much, much easier.

But all in all, I really enjoyed this, and I want more. Badly! Soon. Please! I beg of you!

Oh figgie! I forgot to reply earlier! I'm sorry! I had been so busy that I don't do everything else. I am so silly! I did see errors!

1. As Mokey would say, "Um, Figgie, we refer those things as "silly creatures. We would never refer to them as "humans." (shakes her head!)

2. Figgie, please be careful what you say about Boober. Yes, he stutters and nervously speaks when scared easily, but it looked like you were writing about Gobo more. Seriously, it is supposed to say "Boober" when he holds the laundry and talks.

3. I understand you are into the Red/Gobo relationship and that's not bad. Please, do not go into the "Mary Sue" trap. I undersatnd the explorer and the athletic fraggle very well, but I do see some flaws. Be careful when describing Gobo and Red.

Other than that, I loved the chapter!

Wait a minute! Who's Jim Henson? I never met him!

I cannot wait! Ahem! More please!