Finding you (Fraggle Rock atempt)

Thank You! I'm so happy you are enjoying it!

It's funny cuz I find it hillarious. Yup, I like to see you guys hanging, I'm afraid you'll have to hang on until Sunday tho. I have to finish some english honors work for when school starts on next tuesday. Sorry!

Well mine starts In Septamber 6!

Everyone starts at a different times. here the high schools go back earlier than everyone else.

Yeah I know!

That's okay! BTW: Now I know why my writing takes so long, The one obstacle I have is math, and then the second one is my Internet is slow. Ugh! So, the only thing before next year I have to study is the subject that's very hard. Thank you for the complimetn, Figgie.

Yeah Figgie it's all right!

Welcome!!

Aw, thanks!

Your welcome!

Well, I am losing my patience. I want to Know what happens to Molly, the Fraggles, and Mr. Henson.
Is the silly creature named Jim?
Yeah! I supposed he is a silly creature, but what the hey? I am a silly creature too.

Figgie, please more story! My patience is wearing thin right now.

Yeah!

Chapter 8: Molly
Molly Sanders had certainly seen many a strange thing in her lifetime, growing up in New York City left very few things to be undiscovered. Yet as soon as she stepped into the car and closed the door, she knew she had just entered a whole new world of weird. The man driving seemed friendly enough, although a little to quite for the young red head's taste.
She wasn't quite sure why she had had the impulse to quickly glance behind her into the back seat, but when she did she most definitely didn't expect to see small furry things. Turning right back around, Molly didn't say anything at all.
It isn't possible, there's nothing there. I'm going to turn around again and they'll be gone. She thought calmly to herself. Stealing a quick breath she whipped around and came face to face with a bright yellow creature with fiery red pigtails.
“Well hi-ya!” It said cheerfully.
“Gaaaaahhh!” Molly screeched, slamming against her car door. The car jerked and slammed to a halt as Molly continued to holler.
“Calm down! Calm down, they're not going to hurt you!” Jim said frantically, reaching over to place a calm hand on her shoulder.
“W-what are they? Please tell me they're electronic or something!” Holley whimpered, breathing heavily.
“Ah, no, In fact, they happen to be Fraggles.” Jim smiled apologetically, Holley however, did not return the gesture.
“Well that makes perfect sense! How silly of me, what the heck is Fraggle?!”
“They are...creatures that...live underground and eat radishes?” He guessed glancing at Gobo for affirmation and support. Nodding Gobo spoke up,
“That's right, we're here to get my uncle and bring him back.”
“Well you just go ahead and do that and then go back to wherever you came from.”
“You better believe it, sister.” Hatchley said, glaring slightly at Molly. Something seemed wrong about this 'silly creature' as her friends called them, she didn't like the feeling this one gave her.
“Where is your uncle anyway?” Molly sighed, relaxing ever so slightly back into her seat, meanwhile Jim started the car again.
“Our best lead is America.” Gobo answered, making sure to take special care with the pronunciation.
“Oh, really? I'm from there, I actually received my Masters there at NYCU.” The Fraggles gave her a baffled look in reply.
“It means I got my education there.” Molly translated.
“Did you learn how to paint, or farm radishes?” Mokey asked hopefully.
“Er..”
“Why would she learn that, no she probably learned how to rock climb!” Red said with finality.
“No, no, no! I bet she learned how to do the laundry.”
“Actually tha-”
“What kinda silly creature would learn how to do the laundry?! I bet half of them don't even wash their clothes! No offense, you two.”
“None taken.” Jim and Molly replied simultaneously.
“Well what's wrong with learning how to wash clothes, it's honest work!” Boober scowled.
“Well, no offense, Boober, but it's not exactly a job...”
“Oh really? Well-well what kind of sport is rock climbing? Any Fraggle can do that! It's not like it's anything special or nothing.”
“I'll have you know that no one has ever beaten me in anything I run the fastest, climb the farthest, and can leap higher than any other Fraggle. All you do is wash everyone's clothes, stinky, dirty laundry.”
“Red...” Gobo intervened, starting to feel nauseous.
“Every day and all day, what kind of Fraggle does that make you? Mokey gets radishes for everyone, Wembly is a fire fighter-”
“Hey, don't bring me into this!” Wembly said, gnawing at his fingertips with worry.
“Gobo faces danger every day to get his uncle's letter, and then there's you.” Red huffed angrily her hands clenched and teeth grinding.
“Little Boober washing the laundry, always complaining about something and raining on everyone else. What kind of Fraggle are you?” The car had gone completely silent, except for the rumble of the engine and passing cars not one noise was made. Boober's mouth opened and shut for a few moments before closing with a snap. Looking down he said nothing.
“That's what I thought.” Red spoke softly, turning around and facing away from him. A pregnant pause settled over the passengers as the car ride continued. Smacking his lips together, Wembly looked around for something to entertain himself with.
“So.” He finally spoke, “Anyone happen to have any radishes?”
“Wembly.” The car groaned in unison.
“Sorry.”
“Um, well to answer your question, I received my major in Bio-”
“Hey guys, we're here!” Gobo cut off excitedly. Everyone turned to peak out each window at the large structure with “Airport” written on the front. Mokey and Red watched in fascination as a large plane took to the sky with a loud rumble of its engines.
“Thank you for the ride, Mr.?”
“Henson, Jim Henson.” He smiled at Molly and offered his hand, shaking it Molly returned the smile and stepped out of the car, waving slightly to the Fraggles in the back.
“Well, I believe this is where I let you off.” Easing open the door, Gobo turned to look at the bearded silly creature.
“Thank you, for everything.” Hopping out onto the cold, gray cement, the Fraggles got a good look at the height silly creature transportation.
“Gobo, how are we going to get onto the plane?” Red whispered worriedly to Gobo. Ignoring the chill running up his spine, he turned to his long time friend.
“Don't worry about it.” Looking around he spotted a trench coat bunched in a garbage can.
“Come on, I have an idea. I think we're going to have to become a silly creature.”

Whats wr0ng with M0lly?

This silly creature we met didn't really know us.
Muppetfan - That's true, Gobo! Not all of us silly creatures know any animals undeground.
Uh... do you know where to get radishes?
Muppetfan - WEMBLEY! I didn't mean to get so upset, but there are somewhere around this world you know Europe or something like that.

More please, Figgie! I LOVE where this is going.

Muchas gracias, senoritas! There is something going on with Molly, but you just have to wait and see, she isn't the main antagonist of the story, I'll tell you that much. Daw, thanks MF27! More is on the way!

Are you sure about this Figgie?

Yes, I'm sure. Have I ever lead anyone wrong in a story?

No you don't!

No, I don't think so.