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I'm happy to say that I'm ready to start posting the many wonderful chapters of my new fanfic series, "Fraggle Street", a crossover between the two most inspirational Muppet programs, Fraggle Rock and Sesame Street. I worked up this first chapter in only an hour, which has to be the shortest time that I've ever spent working on only one chapter.
I hope everyone here on Muppet Central enjoys "Fraggle Street", because it's everything that you would find in FR and SS rolled up into one.
“Oh, boy! It’s such an exhilarating feeling when you move into a new neighborhood, eh, Sprocket?” said Doc, an eccentric inventor whose best friend was his very intelligent dog, Sprocket. “I hear this little New York neighborhood is a very friendly place to be. Everyone’s always playing great games, singing wonderful songs, and…” Doc heard a sad growl come out of his canine companion. “Oh, Sprocket. I know that you miss living back at the old workshop by the sea, but…just think of the fun that we’ll have on Sesame Street!” Sprocket wasn’t convinced; he sadly stuck his head out of the window of Doc’s old car, as they drove through the Queensboro Bridge on a sunny day. Their destination was a small inner-city street known as Sesame Street, which was (as of that day) their new home.
Sesame Street was very friendly place, where the most amusing bunch of characters learn new things every day; the most notable thing there were the sunny days that swept up clouds away. Most Sesame Street natives described life in the neighborhood as a magic carpet ride and every door would open wide to happy people. One of the most distinct characters there was an eight-foot-tall yellow canary named Big Bird, who lived in a large nest on an abandoned lot near 123 Sesame Street, located behind the building’s garbage heap.
On that particular day, Big Bird was rollerblading through the street, passing by several of his friends: Bob, a music teacher who had lived on Sesame Street all his life; Gordon, a teacher, and his wife Susan; Telly, an eternally worrying purple monster; Bert and his roommate, Ernie; Cookie Monster, a ravenous monster with a passion for cookies, inedible manmade objects, and a well-balanced diet; Grover, a confident, entrepreneurial blue monster; Herry Monster, a big, unibrowed, furry light-blue monster who didn’t know his own strength; Maria and her friend, Luis; Mumford the Magician, whose tricks did not always have the intended effect; and then there was Mr. Hooper and his assistant, David.
“Hi, Mr. Looper!” Big Bird said, as he rollerbladed past Mr. Hooper’s store.
“Hello, Big Bird.” He said, and he graciously added, “And it’s Hooper.”
Big Bird rollerbladed throughout the entire neighborhood; there was even a few children that rollerbladed alongside him, until he began to lose his balance. Big Bird tried desperately to maintain himself and the children, knowing that he was going to fall, stood in front of him and behind him to catch him in case he did. Unfortunately, they didn’t anticipate on him falling sideways, which was exactly what he did as he crashed right into some garbage cans that were next to Oscar the Grouch’s.
“Hey, what’s the deal?!” Oscar shouted, from within his garbage can, and the lid flew open to allow the moody monster’s head to stick out and see Big Bird sitting in a pile of garbage bags. “Hey, didn’t know ya were into trash, turkey. I would’ve invited ya into my can more often.”
“Oh, I’m not into trash, Oscar.” Big Bird said. “I just fell.” Oscar seemed a bit insulted.
“Well…I’d appreciate it if you’d stay away from my home and learn to keep quiet!” Oscar snapped, as he ducked back into his garbage can and closed the lid over it, while Gordon and Susan came up to Big Bird and helped him up.
“You alright, Big Bird?” Gordon asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He said. “My feathers cushioned my fall. I guess that’s one of the advantages to being a big bird.” Susan and Gordon laughed.
“You can say that again.” Gordon remarked, just as Mr. Hooper appeared at the scene, seeming very excited.
“Has he come yet? Is he here?” Mr. Hooper asked, and Susan, Gordon, and Big Bird looked around, all a little puzzled.
“Has who come, Mr. Hooper?” Gordon said.
“Jerome…or ‘Doc’ is what we’ve grown to call him.” Mr. Hooper said, while the other residents of Sesame Street arrived in time to hear about Mr. Hooper’s friend. “Jerome and I used to run a candy store business out in New Jersey, long before I came to Sesame Street. He had this idea of creating chocolate-flavored bubble gum, and I thought it was a kooky idea, but a very creative one, nevertheless.”
“Did he ever go on to make the gum?” Luis asked.
“He did.” Hooper replied. “And every kid on the block had cavities for months.” The group laughed, much to the dismay of Oscar, who couldn’t help but to eavesdrop on the discussion from inside his can. “Oh, I was so happy when old Jerome sent me a postcard, telling me that he was coming to Sesame Street and staying here for as long as…forever!”
“When is he supposed to arrive?” Bob asked, and before Mr. Hooper could’ve answered, the honking of an old vehicle echoed through the block and everyone turned to see Doc and Sprocket pulling up near the group. As soon as he parked his car, Doc happily jumped out and hugged Mr. Hooper.
“Harold! You haven’t changed a bit, old buddy!” Doc exclaimed.
“And you’re exactly the same way I left you back in New Jersey, Jerome.” Mr. Hooper said, and Sprocket barked at the new faces he was seeing in the neighborhood. “Looks like old Sprocket’s still his curious self.” Doc walked over to his car and opened the passenger-side door, allowing Sprocket to jump out and dash over to Big Bird, who he barked at curiously.
“Lively little fella.” Big Bird uttered.
“Relax, Sprocket.” Doc said. “It’s only Big Bird.” Doc took a moment to admire the sights of Big Bird and some of the monsters that lived on Sesame Street. “Amazing! Everyone’s exactly as you described them, Harold.” Doc looked towards Bob, Maria, Luis, Gordon, Susan, David, and some of the other grownups of Sesame Street, admiring them as well. “All of these friendly faces…it makes me feel so glad that Sprocket and I are going to live here.”
“You couldn’t have found a friendlier place than Sesame Street, Doc.” Bob stated.
“Can’t argue with that.” Doc remarked, turning his attention back to Hooper. “So, Harold, where’s this old workshop that you said I’ll be staying and working in?”
“It’s right next to my store.” Mr. Hooper said. “Come on, I’ll take you to it.”
“Splendid.” Doc said, and he turned to Sprocket, who was still barking at Big Bird. “Come along, Sprocket.” As soon as Sprocket heard his master summoning him, he stopped barking and dashed over to Doc, accidentally knocking over Oscar’s garbage can in the process.
“HEY!!!” Oscar yelled, as he and his garbage can rolled down the street and right up to the feet of Bruno the trash man. While lying down sideways in his garbage can, Oscar popped open the lid and saw Bruno in front of him. “Well, what are ya waitin’ for? Get me back where I was.” Bruno dropped what he was doing and picked up Oscar’s trashcan (with Oscar in it), carrying it back over to where it was.
There's more to come soon.
I hope everyone here on Muppet Central enjoys "Fraggle Street", because it's everything that you would find in FR and SS rolled up into one.
Chapter One: Doc Comes to the Street
“Oh, boy! It’s such an exhilarating feeling when you move into a new neighborhood, eh, Sprocket?” said Doc, an eccentric inventor whose best friend was his very intelligent dog, Sprocket. “I hear this little New York neighborhood is a very friendly place to be. Everyone’s always playing great games, singing wonderful songs, and…” Doc heard a sad growl come out of his canine companion. “Oh, Sprocket. I know that you miss living back at the old workshop by the sea, but…just think of the fun that we’ll have on Sesame Street!” Sprocket wasn’t convinced; he sadly stuck his head out of the window of Doc’s old car, as they drove through the Queensboro Bridge on a sunny day. Their destination was a small inner-city street known as Sesame Street, which was (as of that day) their new home.
Sesame Street was very friendly place, where the most amusing bunch of characters learn new things every day; the most notable thing there were the sunny days that swept up clouds away. Most Sesame Street natives described life in the neighborhood as a magic carpet ride and every door would open wide to happy people. One of the most distinct characters there was an eight-foot-tall yellow canary named Big Bird, who lived in a large nest on an abandoned lot near 123 Sesame Street, located behind the building’s garbage heap.
On that particular day, Big Bird was rollerblading through the street, passing by several of his friends: Bob, a music teacher who had lived on Sesame Street all his life; Gordon, a teacher, and his wife Susan; Telly, an eternally worrying purple monster; Bert and his roommate, Ernie; Cookie Monster, a ravenous monster with a passion for cookies, inedible manmade objects, and a well-balanced diet; Grover, a confident, entrepreneurial blue monster; Herry Monster, a big, unibrowed, furry light-blue monster who didn’t know his own strength; Maria and her friend, Luis; Mumford the Magician, whose tricks did not always have the intended effect; and then there was Mr. Hooper and his assistant, David.
“Hi, Mr. Looper!” Big Bird said, as he rollerbladed past Mr. Hooper’s store.
“Hello, Big Bird.” He said, and he graciously added, “And it’s Hooper.”
Big Bird rollerbladed throughout the entire neighborhood; there was even a few children that rollerbladed alongside him, until he began to lose his balance. Big Bird tried desperately to maintain himself and the children, knowing that he was going to fall, stood in front of him and behind him to catch him in case he did. Unfortunately, they didn’t anticipate on him falling sideways, which was exactly what he did as he crashed right into some garbage cans that were next to Oscar the Grouch’s.
“Hey, what’s the deal?!” Oscar shouted, from within his garbage can, and the lid flew open to allow the moody monster’s head to stick out and see Big Bird sitting in a pile of garbage bags. “Hey, didn’t know ya were into trash, turkey. I would’ve invited ya into my can more often.”
“Oh, I’m not into trash, Oscar.” Big Bird said. “I just fell.” Oscar seemed a bit insulted.
“Well…I’d appreciate it if you’d stay away from my home and learn to keep quiet!” Oscar snapped, as he ducked back into his garbage can and closed the lid over it, while Gordon and Susan came up to Big Bird and helped him up.
“You alright, Big Bird?” Gordon asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He said. “My feathers cushioned my fall. I guess that’s one of the advantages to being a big bird.” Susan and Gordon laughed.
“You can say that again.” Gordon remarked, just as Mr. Hooper appeared at the scene, seeming very excited.
“Has he come yet? Is he here?” Mr. Hooper asked, and Susan, Gordon, and Big Bird looked around, all a little puzzled.
“Has who come, Mr. Hooper?” Gordon said.
“Jerome…or ‘Doc’ is what we’ve grown to call him.” Mr. Hooper said, while the other residents of Sesame Street arrived in time to hear about Mr. Hooper’s friend. “Jerome and I used to run a candy store business out in New Jersey, long before I came to Sesame Street. He had this idea of creating chocolate-flavored bubble gum, and I thought it was a kooky idea, but a very creative one, nevertheless.”
“Did he ever go on to make the gum?” Luis asked.
“He did.” Hooper replied. “And every kid on the block had cavities for months.” The group laughed, much to the dismay of Oscar, who couldn’t help but to eavesdrop on the discussion from inside his can. “Oh, I was so happy when old Jerome sent me a postcard, telling me that he was coming to Sesame Street and staying here for as long as…forever!”
“When is he supposed to arrive?” Bob asked, and before Mr. Hooper could’ve answered, the honking of an old vehicle echoed through the block and everyone turned to see Doc and Sprocket pulling up near the group. As soon as he parked his car, Doc happily jumped out and hugged Mr. Hooper.
“Harold! You haven’t changed a bit, old buddy!” Doc exclaimed.
“And you’re exactly the same way I left you back in New Jersey, Jerome.” Mr. Hooper said, and Sprocket barked at the new faces he was seeing in the neighborhood. “Looks like old Sprocket’s still his curious self.” Doc walked over to his car and opened the passenger-side door, allowing Sprocket to jump out and dash over to Big Bird, who he barked at curiously.
“Lively little fella.” Big Bird uttered.
“Relax, Sprocket.” Doc said. “It’s only Big Bird.” Doc took a moment to admire the sights of Big Bird and some of the monsters that lived on Sesame Street. “Amazing! Everyone’s exactly as you described them, Harold.” Doc looked towards Bob, Maria, Luis, Gordon, Susan, David, and some of the other grownups of Sesame Street, admiring them as well. “All of these friendly faces…it makes me feel so glad that Sprocket and I are going to live here.”
“You couldn’t have found a friendlier place than Sesame Street, Doc.” Bob stated.
“Can’t argue with that.” Doc remarked, turning his attention back to Hooper. “So, Harold, where’s this old workshop that you said I’ll be staying and working in?”
“It’s right next to my store.” Mr. Hooper said. “Come on, I’ll take you to it.”
“Splendid.” Doc said, and he turned to Sprocket, who was still barking at Big Bird. “Come along, Sprocket.” As soon as Sprocket heard his master summoning him, he stopped barking and dashed over to Doc, accidentally knocking over Oscar’s garbage can in the process.
“HEY!!!” Oscar yelled, as he and his garbage can rolled down the street and right up to the feet of Bruno the trash man. While lying down sideways in his garbage can, Oscar popped open the lid and saw Bruno in front of him. “Well, what are ya waitin’ for? Get me back where I was.” Bruno dropped what he was doing and picked up Oscar’s trashcan (with Oscar in it), carrying it back over to where it was.
End of Chapter One
There's more to come soon.
