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Chapter 9
Red was bouncing a ball against the cave wall.
“Three hundred thirty-five, 336, 337…”
“Will you stop that?” yelled Gobo. Red threw the ball with even more force. It bounced back and hit her on the nose.
“Serves you right,” said Gobo. “It’ll be your turn to watch Boober soon, don’t get antsy.”
“I’m not antsy,” said Red, picking up her barbells. “How long has Lana been asleep, anyway?”
Gobo looked over at Lana who, being to big to fit into Gobo and Wembley’s sleeping nooks, had collapsed in exhaustion onto a pile of pillows on the floor.
“You know, I don’t blame her for making Boober jump in the mud,” Gobo whispered. “I mean, I do, but not much”.
“Yeah, I know what you mean, “ said Red. Even Mokey hasn’t been too mad at her.”
“I wonder why Mokey’s been so… obsessed with Boober lately,” said Gobo, frustrated. “I mean, what’s he ever done? Laundry? Ha! That’s nothing to someone who’s seen the world, like me!”
Red knew what Gobo meant by those words even if Gobo didn’t, and felt a prick of jealousy towards Mokey. Embarrassed, she nearly dropped the barbells on her feet. Gobo didn’t notice.
A few minutes later, Wembley came barreling into the room.
“Hurry, Hurry, Boober’s awake! “ he said, dashing out again.
“I’ll go get Mokey, ”said Red, running off towards her cave.
“It took several minutes to rouse Lana, but finally she awoke. “I keep out of sight, at least at first, “She said. “Boober needs time to recover before we lay another shocker on him.”
As Gobo started towards Boober’s room, he could hear Wembley getting increasingly exasperated.
“Boober, You’re not gonna die!”
“Yes I will! I’m languishing!”
“Boober-“
“I’m surprised I didn’t catch hypothermia down there!”
“Boober-“
I’ll die!”
“Boober!” Wembley was bellowing now, near tears. “Don’t you know how much we missed you?” Overcome with emotion, he ducked out of the room.
“Now you’ve done it, Boober. We’ve been trying to calm him down.”
“Since when does Wem get so upset? “
“Since we nearly lost you,” said Gobo. “Where’s Mokey?” he called to Red, who had just entered the room.
“She’s coming! She just needed a few minutes to… ah… collect herself,” said Red.
“How long have I been gone?” asked Boober.
Red twisted her left ponytail nervously. “Almost two weeks.”
“WHAT?”
“Boober, calm down, everything’s been taken care of.”
Boober looked at them skeptically. “Laundry?”
“Check, but a few of the things bled.”
“Cooking?”
“Check, but for some reason no one liked it,” said Gobo.
“Yeah, even Large Marvin wouldn’t eat it,” said Red, snickering.
“Red!” yelled Gobo.
“Boober?” said a quiet voice.
“M-Mokey?”
Mokey came forward, her walk uncertain, her gaze that of a Fraggle who does not quite believe.
She sat uneasily on Boober’s bed.
“You’re alive,” she said in wonderment.
“Of course he is,” said Red. “Don’t you believe anything I tell you?”
But Boober and Mokey seemed to only have eyes for each other.
“Mokey, have you been crying?” Boober reached up and touched Mokey’s cheek.
“That doesn’t matter now,” she said. “I painted you something. Look up.”
Boober raised his head with great difficulty. He gasped in delight.
“Oh…”
On the ceiling of Boober’s room, Mokey had painted a large mural of Crystal Cavern. It took Boober some time to tear his eyes away from this precious gift, but finally he did.
“One question,” he said. “Well, two. First, can someone get Wembley back?”
“I’m here, Boober. I just got a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”
“Second, how in the Rock did you rescue me?”
Everyone’s expression suddenly fell.
“You’re probably going to hate us for this,” muttered Red.
“I’m sorry, Boober,” sobbed Mokey. “We had to…”
“What do you mean?”
The Fraggles parted to let Lana through. Boober gasped.
“Hey, Boober,” said Lana sheepishly.