Emergency of Doozer Dome (a play)

[RedPiggy]

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Setting: Doozer Dome. Various Doozers are sadly going about their business. The Architect and Wrench sit on a bench in the courtyard.

Architect: Her grandma was operating a wrecking ball. *points to stage right* That tunnel over there is a product of her handiwork. At any rate, something ... I can't remember exactly what ... happened, leaving her unconscious for days. *pause* It took me months to forgive myself.

Wrench (devastated): I tried everything I could think of. I even convinced her parents to throw a party. It should have drawn her here like a cave moth to a flame. *shakes head* But ... she ... just kept digging.

Architect (nods): I had no idea the Cave of Forgetfulness was scheduled for another flooding. It only does that once every ... oh ... I can't even remember. It must have been ages ago, though. Legend has it that there is a large lake somewhere above ground, fed by an ever-moving river. Every so often, the river goes through the Cave of Forgetfulness. Anyone who drinks of its waters ....

Wrench: I looked all over. We even brought sonar to help with the search. I even went so far as to contact this Fraggle named Boober. He's supposed to have the most sensitive nose in the whole Rock. *pause* I just couldn't find her.

Architect (long pause): I see Cotterpin isn't the only one willing to deal with Fraggles. I understand her father Flange started it. He traveled with a Fraggle to another world to find out about that old radish shortage.

Wrench: Yeah. I had an interesting experience. I "explored" with a Gobo Fraggle and some bizarre four-footed furry ... thing. It was that creature that Cotter --. *cries*

Architect: The creature Cotterpin said damaged all of our Doozer constructions. I remember that creature. *smiles* She liked that overgrown beast quite a bit, as I recall.

Wrench (trying to pull himself together): She ... she ... I mean ... I even declared my intent to engage myself to her.

Architect (shocked): You did?

Wrench (nods): But I messed up. I said things that made her mad at me. And now -- now she's gone.

 

[Fragglemuppet]

Ah, very wonderful, indeed! Now I see what Cotterpin was all worked up about in the dorms, lol! Can't wait to read more, when you can post it of course, and hope the writing gets easier now, what with the new plot direction.

 

[RedPiggy]

Thanks. Still trying to see in my head how to do what I plan on doing technically speaking.

 

[bazooka_beak]

Can't wait to see what happens next Sorry ff.net won't allow you to post it there.

 

[Fragglemuppet]

Ah, well at least you've got a good outline in your mind of what you want to do. That's the main thing!

 

[RedPiggy]

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Setting: A large cave setting, with a rock ridge stretching across the stage. The sounds of water bubbling can be heard. A small green Fraggle with shoulder-length red hair, the size of a typical Fraggle puppet, is lying motionless on the ridge. Its mouth is barely opening and closing, letting the audience know that it is breathing and alive. The audience hears several characters grunting and pebbles slipping. Hands appear on the ridge as though someone is climbing up to the top of the ridge. Gobo, Wembley, and Red appear. All are typical hand puppets like from the show.

Gobo (dusting himself off): I can't remember the last time the Cave of Forgetfulness was safe to enter, eh?

Red (nods): It's amazing how easy it is to forget stuff like that.

Wembley: Yeah. *spots the other Fraggle* Hey, Red, Gobo! There's a Fraggle there!

Red (shocked): Oh no! She must have been swept away when that river ran through the cave!

Gobo (going over to the unconscious Fraggle): We gotta make sure she's okay. *listens to chest* Good. She's still breathing. *massages the Fraggle's limbs*

Wembley (fearful): Is she gonna be okay, Gobo?

Gobo (helping other Fraggle up): I think so, Wembley.

Female Fraggle: What ... what's going on?

Gobo (tenderly): You're going to be alright, eh? You just were swept away from a river.

Female Fraggle: Really? *looks at the Fraggle trio* Who are you?

Gobo: Gobo.
Wembley: Wembley.
Red: Red. *comes closer to Female Fraggle* What's your name?

Female Fraggle (scratches head): I'm ... not sure. I dreamed of these little white sticks that Fraggles loved to eat.

Wembley: Doozer sticks? I LOVE those!

Red: You really don't remember?

Female Fraggle: Nuh-uh.

Gobo (snaps his fingers): I know! We'll try to help her!

[They start singing the Remembering Song]

Red: So, did that help at all?

Female Fraggle: Um ... no, not really.

*the other Fraggles sigh*

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