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Chapter 14
“Hahahahahahaaaa!”
“Oh no,” Boober groaned as he sat down on a rock that looked like it was drawn with crayon. “Not now.”
Around him on a dark background were various objects that all resembled things Boober had in his room (laundry hanging on clothes lines, a washtub, rocks, etc.), except they all looked like they were drawn with crayon. This was Boober’s dreamscape, and the voice that was laughing, which was nearly identical to his, was a voice he knew all too well.
“Boober, old buddy, old pal!” the voice greeted with a cheerful bounce in his voice as he slowly appeared in front of Boober, “You sly devil, you!”
He looked almost identical to Boober, except his nose and hair were slightly longer, and he wore a large, colorful, and strange-looking pair of pants and an equally large, colorful and strange-looking hat with brightly colored feathers poking out here and there. This happy-go-lucky and strange-looking fraggle was the fun side of Boober that was always kept on the bottom, otherwise known as Sidebottom.
“What do you want, Sidebottom?”
“Oh, come on, Boober. Lighten up! We’re in love! You should be celebrating! You should be RUSHing over to Goldie and SWEEPing her off her feet. Which shouldn’t be too difficult for you, Boober, since you tend to do a LOT of sweeping.”
“I have no intentions of sweeping her off her feet! What’s so great about this love stuff anyway? I’ve heard stories about this sort of thing! The ones in love always get their lives completely rearranged! I like my life just the way it is! I don’t want anything to change!”
“So you’d rather live with the nagging anguish of being in love by yourself? Are you saying you actually LIKE feeling this way?”
“No, I don’t! I hate this feeling!”
“Well, then DO something about it!”
“She doesn’t even like me!”
“How do YOU know?”
“All I seem to be good at is making her mad, which I’ve done twice already! Who would want that?”
To this Sidebottom gave a quick grin.
“Well, then it’s a good thing you have me to take up the reins for you in these times of need.”
“What? I don’t need your help.”
“Sure you do. You just said so yourself that all you do is make her mad. Let me do the talking, and she’ll surely smile for us. She might even love us.”
“She’s going to think I’m insane!”
“She already thinks you’re insane, but I can help her see that there’s more to you than just your annoying quirks.”
“Quirks? What quirks?”
“Oh, let’s see. She only thinks you’re a germaphobic hypochondriac. Nope, you’re right. What quirks?”
“Germaphobic is not a word!”
“It is to Goldie,” he singsonged, “And that’s what she sees of you! I can change that, and you know it! Do you want her to like you or not?”
“Well, I don’t want her to hate me, if that’s what you mean.”
“You know full well what I mean. You want her to like you. You can’t lie to me, Boober, even by omission. I’m you, remember? There’s nothing you can hide from me.”
“Well...”
Sidebottom then leaned closer to his old buddy, grinning a very wide and hopeful grin.
“Does this mean you’ll let me drive?”
He stood there grinning at Boober as Boober sneered at his goofy counterpart. Then he shook his head and let out a growlish sigh.
“Oh, alright. I’ll let you out, but just for a little while.”
“Yippee! Goddygoodygoody! Oh, thankyouthankyou, THANK you! Don’t you worry about a thing, old Boober, old buddy, old pal. I promise you won’t regret this. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Just don’t go overboard, okay?”
“Oh, where’s the fun in that, huh?”
“Sidebottom!”
“Alright, alright. I won’t go overboard.”
“Thank you.”
“But what do you think I should wear? Would this be alright, or do you think I should go as Doctor Fun? That was a really fun costume, wasn’t it? Oh! Maybe I should go disguised as the Old Gypsy Lady and tell her a love fortune.”
“I’d much rather you not make yourself conspicuous.”
“Oh, fine. I’ll go as you. I’ve gotta tell ya, Boober, it’s gonna make it really difficult for me. Your outfit is SO boring.”
“That’s just the way I like it. Are you going or what?”
“You don’t have to tell me twice. See ya later, Boober! WEEEEEE!”
Sidebottom then held his arms out and flew up, up and out of sight. Boober shook his head and groaned, crossing his arms as his fun side disappeared into the void above.
Gobo made his way down the usual tunnels, making his weekly rounds to the room at the border of Outer Space.
He ducked under the low-hanging pipe and walked to the hole at the end of the tunnel. He just short of the hole and hid off to the side as he slowly peeked out to Outer Space.
To his surprise, the two creatures were missing again.
“I wonder if Goldie scared them away,” he thought as he walked in.
He walked down to the end of the workbench where the wastebasket was, only to find that the contents hadn’t changed at all since his last visit, including the lack of postcard from Uncle Matt.
“This is really odd,” he whispered to himself.
Any further thoughts were interrupted as he heard the door being unlocked. He quickly hid himself behind the wastebasket as the door opened and a familiar old silly creature walked in.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Sprocket,” Doc said to his dog, who limped through the door behind him. “I guess you’re just not wolf material.”
“Rawrrr...” he whined, “Mmm, mmm-mmm!”
“Well, I tried to tell you, but you just HAD to pick a fight with those porcupines, didn’t you? Now look at you.”
Sprocket looked himself over, noting all the bandages around his legs, shoulders, and even his mouth. He let out another painful whine as he limped over to his doggy bed. Doc shook his head and went to his workbench to sort through the mail that had accumulated throughout the week, including the small pile he’d left behind before leaving.
“You can whine all you want, Sprocket, but you brought this upon yourself. We were lucky that there was a veterinarian hospital nearby.”
“Awrrrr....” Sighed Sprocket as he dropped his head down on his pillow.
“Now, let’s see here. Bills, catalog, bills, junk mail, another postcard to that Gobo Fraggle person...”
Gobo awaited anxiously as the postcard flew down into the wastebasket. He picked it up and began to walk back to the hole.
Sprocket noticed the little orange fraggle walking away and promptly began barking at him through his bandaged mouth, but then he stopped into another fit of whining, holding his mouth with one of his front paws. Gobo paused only a moment to look back at him. After realizing that he wasn’t going to be chased this time, he casually continued walking away.
“Yes, I know, Sprocket,” Doc replied to his dog’s barking, “We really need to do something about these Fraggle people sending their mail over here. Look at this. There’s even a letter for a Goldie Fraggle now.”
Gobo stopped just short of the fraggle hole when he heard that.
“Goldie?”
“This is just ridiculous, Sprocket,” he said as he tossed the envelope into the wastebasket. “Postcards to Gobo Fraggle and now letters to Goldie Fraggle. What next?”
Gobo hurried back and reached into the basket again, careful not to let the old silly creature see him. He picked up the letter and carefully made his way back. Sprocket could only watch and whine as the strange little furry creature once again got away without the old man noticing his existence. Sprocket let out a disappointed sigh and looked up at Doc.
“I know it hurts, Sprocket,” he said as he walked over to the dog’s bed and knelt down beside him, petting him on the head.
“Listen, the vet said you have to try not to move too much until your wounds have healed. So if you need anything, you just bark, okay?”
Sprocket nodded in response. Doc gave the dog’s head another quick rub and got back up.
“Good boy. Now you just stay there and try to get better.”
Wembley bounced along, making a strange little grunty sound with each bounce.
“Mm, mm, mm, mm-mm,” He grunted, “Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm. Oh boy! This is gonna be a fun day. Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.”
“Wembley!” called a happy-sounding voice as a greenish-blue fraggle with bright red hair appeared out of nowhere with an uncharacteristically wide grin adorned on his face, and wrapped an arm around Wembley’s shoulder, “Wembley, Wembley, Wembley, my good buddy, Wembley!”
“Uh hi, Boober. I thought you were in quarantine again.”
“Yes I was, but now I’m out again. Isn’t it great? And you are JUST the fraggle I wanna see.”
“I am?”
“Yessiree, Wembley. Come ‘ere.”
He brought his confused greenish yellow friend closer and whispered in his ear.
“You wanna what?” Wembley replied as the whispering continued. “Uh-huh..... Right..... No kidding..... Huh........ Well, sure I can.”
“Wonderful! I’ll see you later.”
“You can count on me, Boober.”
“I know I can.”
The happy blue fraggle watched as Wembley trotted away to performed his assigned task. Not long after his friend had gone, he turned around and began on his way back to his cave.
“Now for the preparations.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait...” a voice said from inside his head.
“What? What’s the matter?”
The image of Boober appeared walking beside Sidebottom so they could talk.
“What in the world are you planning, Sidebottom?”
“You’ll see! It’s gonna be wonderful! She’s going to love us after this.”
“I don’t want her to LOVE me! I just want her to LIKE me! Be mildly AMUSED by me! Or even just TOLERATE me! Not LOVE me!”
“Baaaah! Who’re you trying to kid?”
“I don’t kid!”
“Yeah, that’s sort of my job, isn’t it?”
“Sidebottom, I told you NOT to go overboard!”
“And I’m not. Trust me, Boober. When you see this plan come to full fruition, you’re going to thank me. No more bad times. Only good times.”
“Forgive me if I don’t hold my breath.”
“Just leave everything to me, Boober.” He said as they walked into their room. “I am nothing if not the master of fun and amusement.”
Sidebottom picked up a white long sleeve shirt from seemingly nowhere and put it on.
“Wha—wuh--!” Boober stuttered, “What is this?”
“Getting myself ready. It is said that a lady prefers a guy with class.”
“You? Class? HA! Don’t make me laugh.”
Sidebottom threw a grin in Boober’s direction as he continued dolling himself up.
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
Sidebottom danced around the room as Boober frantically tried to figure out what was going through his head, and also wondering why he knew nothing about it since they shared the same head.
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom) (“Boober”)
“Savoir faire.....” Boober said with a sneer, “Right.”
“You could have it if you gave it a shot.”
“Yes, but I don’t want to give it a shot! Sidebottom, this is precisely what I mean by going overboard!”
“Oh, lighten up a bit, will you?”
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
“What the--?” Boober yelped as Sidebottom grabbed his hands and began dancing with him, “Sidebottom! Wha--? Stop it!”
“Girls like a guy who can dance, Boober!” he said as he continued dancing, “Now let’s boogie!”
“I don’t want to boogie! Let me go!”
(Sidebottom) (“Boober”) “I’m perfectly content with being a nobody.”
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom)
(Boober)
(Sidebottom) (“Boober”)
Sidebottom set himself up in front of a mirror and adjusted his duds. He was wearing a fine sharp suit with a large yellow polka-dot tie.
“So,” he said to Boober, “How do we look?”
Boober shook his head and walked up beside him to look in the mirror. He was shocked to find that he was somehow wearing the same outfit. He looked back and forth between the two in the reflection.
“Which one are you?”
“The one on the right, I think.”
“Remove the tie.”
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s just not me. None of this is. And it’s not you, either. In fact, you don’t look like either of us. That’s a very scary thought, that there’s a look that doesn’t look like either of us.”
“You know what? You’re right.”
He reached down and literally tore off his suit, leaving on Boober’s trademark hat and scarf. Boober sneered at his alter ego’s antics.
“You only did all that to irk me, didn’t you?”
“I just love messing with your head, Boober. You make it so easy.”
“So what’s your REAL plan?”
“You’ll see.”
“Sidebottom...”
“Don’t worry, Boober! I promised you I wouldn’t go overboard, and I always keep my promises.”
“And that whole business with Wembley?”
“All part of the plan. Trust me.”
“Alright...” Boober said with reluctance, “I’ll trust you.”
Song Credits:
- Steppin’ Out With A Star—From “The Great Muppet Caper”, Lyrics slightly altered
The Fraggle From Outer Space
Chapter 14
Chapter 14
“Hahahahahahaaaa!”
“Oh no,” Boober groaned as he sat down on a rock that looked like it was drawn with crayon. “Not now.”
Around him on a dark background were various objects that all resembled things Boober had in his room (laundry hanging on clothes lines, a washtub, rocks, etc.), except they all looked like they were drawn with crayon. This was Boober’s dreamscape, and the voice that was laughing, which was nearly identical to his, was a voice he knew all too well.
“Boober, old buddy, old pal!” the voice greeted with a cheerful bounce in his voice as he slowly appeared in front of Boober, “You sly devil, you!”
He looked almost identical to Boober, except his nose and hair were slightly longer, and he wore a large, colorful, and strange-looking pair of pants and an equally large, colorful and strange-looking hat with brightly colored feathers poking out here and there. This happy-go-lucky and strange-looking fraggle was the fun side of Boober that was always kept on the bottom, otherwise known as Sidebottom.
“What do you want, Sidebottom?”
“Oh, come on, Boober. Lighten up! We’re in love! You should be celebrating! You should be RUSHing over to Goldie and SWEEPing her off her feet. Which shouldn’t be too difficult for you, Boober, since you tend to do a LOT of sweeping.”
“I have no intentions of sweeping her off her feet! What’s so great about this love stuff anyway? I’ve heard stories about this sort of thing! The ones in love always get their lives completely rearranged! I like my life just the way it is! I don’t want anything to change!”
“So you’d rather live with the nagging anguish of being in love by yourself? Are you saying you actually LIKE feeling this way?”
“No, I don’t! I hate this feeling!”
“Well, then DO something about it!”
“She doesn’t even like me!”
“How do YOU know?”
“All I seem to be good at is making her mad, which I’ve done twice already! Who would want that?”
To this Sidebottom gave a quick grin.
“Well, then it’s a good thing you have me to take up the reins for you in these times of need.”
“What? I don’t need your help.”
“Sure you do. You just said so yourself that all you do is make her mad. Let me do the talking, and she’ll surely smile for us. She might even love us.”
“She’s going to think I’m insane!”
“She already thinks you’re insane, but I can help her see that there’s more to you than just your annoying quirks.”
“Quirks? What quirks?”
“Oh, let’s see. She only thinks you’re a germaphobic hypochondriac. Nope, you’re right. What quirks?”
“Germaphobic is not a word!”
“It is to Goldie,” he singsonged, “And that’s what she sees of you! I can change that, and you know it! Do you want her to like you or not?”
“Well, I don’t want her to hate me, if that’s what you mean.”
“You know full well what I mean. You want her to like you. You can’t lie to me, Boober, even by omission. I’m you, remember? There’s nothing you can hide from me.”
“Well...”
Sidebottom then leaned closer to his old buddy, grinning a very wide and hopeful grin.
“Does this mean you’ll let me drive?”
He stood there grinning at Boober as Boober sneered at his goofy counterpart. Then he shook his head and let out a growlish sigh.
“Oh, alright. I’ll let you out, but just for a little while.”
“Yippee! Goddygoodygoody! Oh, thankyouthankyou, THANK you! Don’t you worry about a thing, old Boober, old buddy, old pal. I promise you won’t regret this. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Just don’t go overboard, okay?”
“Oh, where’s the fun in that, huh?”
“Sidebottom!”
“Alright, alright. I won’t go overboard.”
“Thank you.”
“But what do you think I should wear? Would this be alright, or do you think I should go as Doctor Fun? That was a really fun costume, wasn’t it? Oh! Maybe I should go disguised as the Old Gypsy Lady and tell her a love fortune.”
“I’d much rather you not make yourself conspicuous.”
“Oh, fine. I’ll go as you. I’ve gotta tell ya, Boober, it’s gonna make it really difficult for me. Your outfit is SO boring.”
“That’s just the way I like it. Are you going or what?”
“You don’t have to tell me twice. See ya later, Boober! WEEEEEE!”
Sidebottom then held his arms out and flew up, up and out of sight. Boober shook his head and groaned, crossing his arms as his fun side disappeared into the void above.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Gobo made his way down the usual tunnels, making his weekly rounds to the room at the border of Outer Space.
He ducked under the low-hanging pipe and walked to the hole at the end of the tunnel. He just short of the hole and hid off to the side as he slowly peeked out to Outer Space.
To his surprise, the two creatures were missing again.
“I wonder if Goldie scared them away,” he thought as he walked in.
He walked down to the end of the workbench where the wastebasket was, only to find that the contents hadn’t changed at all since his last visit, including the lack of postcard from Uncle Matt.
“This is really odd,” he whispered to himself.
Any further thoughts were interrupted as he heard the door being unlocked. He quickly hid himself behind the wastebasket as the door opened and a familiar old silly creature walked in.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Sprocket,” Doc said to his dog, who limped through the door behind him. “I guess you’re just not wolf material.”
“Rawrrr...” he whined, “Mmm, mmm-mmm!”
“Well, I tried to tell you, but you just HAD to pick a fight with those porcupines, didn’t you? Now look at you.”
Sprocket looked himself over, noting all the bandages around his legs, shoulders, and even his mouth. He let out another painful whine as he limped over to his doggy bed. Doc shook his head and went to his workbench to sort through the mail that had accumulated throughout the week, including the small pile he’d left behind before leaving.
“You can whine all you want, Sprocket, but you brought this upon yourself. We were lucky that there was a veterinarian hospital nearby.”
“Awrrrr....” Sighed Sprocket as he dropped his head down on his pillow.
“Now, let’s see here. Bills, catalog, bills, junk mail, another postcard to that Gobo Fraggle person...”
Gobo awaited anxiously as the postcard flew down into the wastebasket. He picked it up and began to walk back to the hole.
Sprocket noticed the little orange fraggle walking away and promptly began barking at him through his bandaged mouth, but then he stopped into another fit of whining, holding his mouth with one of his front paws. Gobo paused only a moment to look back at him. After realizing that he wasn’t going to be chased this time, he casually continued walking away.
“Yes, I know, Sprocket,” Doc replied to his dog’s barking, “We really need to do something about these Fraggle people sending their mail over here. Look at this. There’s even a letter for a Goldie Fraggle now.”
Gobo stopped just short of the fraggle hole when he heard that.
“Goldie?”
“This is just ridiculous, Sprocket,” he said as he tossed the envelope into the wastebasket. “Postcards to Gobo Fraggle and now letters to Goldie Fraggle. What next?”
Gobo hurried back and reached into the basket again, careful not to let the old silly creature see him. He picked up the letter and carefully made his way back. Sprocket could only watch and whine as the strange little furry creature once again got away without the old man noticing his existence. Sprocket let out a disappointed sigh and looked up at Doc.
“I know it hurts, Sprocket,” he said as he walked over to the dog’s bed and knelt down beside him, petting him on the head.
“Listen, the vet said you have to try not to move too much until your wounds have healed. So if you need anything, you just bark, okay?”
Sprocket nodded in response. Doc gave the dog’s head another quick rub and got back up.
“Good boy. Now you just stay there and try to get better.”
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Wembley bounced along, making a strange little grunty sound with each bounce.
“Mm, mm, mm, mm-mm,” He grunted, “Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm. Oh boy! This is gonna be a fun day. Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.”
“Wembley!” called a happy-sounding voice as a greenish-blue fraggle with bright red hair appeared out of nowhere with an uncharacteristically wide grin adorned on his face, and wrapped an arm around Wembley’s shoulder, “Wembley, Wembley, Wembley, my good buddy, Wembley!”
“Uh hi, Boober. I thought you were in quarantine again.”
“Yes I was, but now I’m out again. Isn’t it great? And you are JUST the fraggle I wanna see.”
“I am?”
“Yessiree, Wembley. Come ‘ere.”
He brought his confused greenish yellow friend closer and whispered in his ear.
“You wanna what?” Wembley replied as the whispering continued. “Uh-huh..... Right..... No kidding..... Huh........ Well, sure I can.”
“Wonderful! I’ll see you later.”
“You can count on me, Boober.”
“I know I can.”
The happy blue fraggle watched as Wembley trotted away to performed his assigned task. Not long after his friend had gone, he turned around and began on his way back to his cave.
“Now for the preparations.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait...” a voice said from inside his head.
“What? What’s the matter?”
The image of Boober appeared walking beside Sidebottom so they could talk.
“What in the world are you planning, Sidebottom?”
“You’ll see! It’s gonna be wonderful! She’s going to love us after this.”
“I don’t want her to LOVE me! I just want her to LIKE me! Be mildly AMUSED by me! Or even just TOLERATE me! Not LOVE me!”
“Baaaah! Who’re you trying to kid?”
“I don’t kid!”
“Yeah, that’s sort of my job, isn’t it?”
“Sidebottom, I told you NOT to go overboard!”
“And I’m not. Trust me, Boober. When you see this plan come to full fruition, you’re going to thank me. No more bad times. Only good times.”
“Forgive me if I don’t hold my breath.”
“Just leave everything to me, Boober.” He said as they walked into their room. “I am nothing if not the master of fun and amusement.”
Sidebottom picked up a white long sleeve shirt from seemingly nowhere and put it on.
“Wha—wuh--!” Boober stuttered, “What is this?”
“Getting myself ready. It is said that a lady prefers a guy with class.”
“You? Class? HA! Don’t make me laugh.”
Sidebottom threw a grin in Boober’s direction as he continued dolling himself up.
(Sidebottom)
Come hand me my cuff links.
(Boober)
“I don’t own any cuff links.”
(Sidebottom)
And straighten my tie.
(Boober)
“You’re not WEARING a tie!”
(Sidebottom)
Just drench me in rich cologne,
And don’t ask me why.
(Boober)
“What? No!”
(Sidebottom)
Go on and pluck me a boutonniere.
(Boober)
“Ugh, this is ridiculous...”
(Sidebottom)
We’re moving up and walking on air.
(Boober)
“Would you please stop singing?”
(Sidebottom)
Stepping out with a star and feeling high.
Sidebottom danced around the room as Boober frantically tried to figure out what was going through his head, and also wondering why he knew nothing about it since they shared the same head.
(Sidebottom)
We’ll get her some flowers.
(Boober)
“Flowers?”
(Sidebottom)
Let’s swipe a guitar.
(Boober)
“Uh, let’s not.”
(Sidebottom)
Gonna sweep ‘er right off her feet
Wherever we are.
(Boober)
“I told you, I don’t want that!”
(Sidebottom)
Satin collar and velvet vest.
Never settle for second best.
Stepping out with a star,
Sad times, Bye-bye!
(Boober)
“Ugh!”
(Sidebottom) (“Boober”)
Have I got class? (“Oh, please don’t ask.”)
Have I got taste? (“This is a waste!”)
On someone else, I swear,
This savoir faire
Would be such a waste.
“Savoir faire.....” Boober said with a sneer, “Right.”
“You could have it if you gave it a shot.”
“Yes, but I don’t want to give it a shot! Sidebottom, this is precisely what I mean by going overboard!”
“Oh, lighten up a bit, will you?”
(Sidebottom)
Come toss me my top hat.
(Boober)
“Sidebottom!”
(Sidebottom)
I’m ready to fly.
(Boober)
“Well, I’m not!”
(Sidebottom)
Busting into the upper crust
As easy as pie.
(Boober)
“Upper crust of what?”
(Sidebottom)
Just watch your dreams come true.
(Boober)
“What dreams?”
(Sidebottom)
This is something we were born to do.
(Boober)
“What is?”
(Sidebottom)
Stepping out with a star
That star is you.
“What the--?” Boober yelped as Sidebottom grabbed his hands and began dancing with him, “Sidebottom! Wha--? Stop it!”
“Girls like a guy who can dance, Boober!” he said as he continued dancing, “Now let’s boogie!”
“I don’t want to boogie! Let me go!”
(Sidebottom) (“Boober”)
Have I got style? (“I don’t beguile...”)
Have I got chic? (“She’ll think I’m a freak.”)
To think that you and me
Were nobody
Why, only last week.
(Sidebottom)
Take a walk on the wild side.
(Boober)
“What?”
(Sidebottom)
Get ready to fly.
(Boober)
“No!”
(Sidebottom)
Opportunity knocks but once
Don’t let it go by.
(Boober)
“Ugh, Sidebottom, PLEASE!”
(Sidebottom) (“Boober”)
I’ll make your dreams come true.
This is something I was born to do.
Stepping out with a star, bye bad times. (“Wha—But... Ugh!”)
Stepping out with a star, hey good times. (“Oh, I give up!”)
Stepping out with a star and feeling hiiiiiiiiiiigh.
Sidebottom set himself up in front of a mirror and adjusted his duds. He was wearing a fine sharp suit with a large yellow polka-dot tie.
“So,” he said to Boober, “How do we look?”
Boober shook his head and walked up beside him to look in the mirror. He was shocked to find that he was somehow wearing the same outfit. He looked back and forth between the two in the reflection.
“Which one are you?”
“The one on the right, I think.”
“Remove the tie.”
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s just not me. None of this is. And it’s not you, either. In fact, you don’t look like either of us. That’s a very scary thought, that there’s a look that doesn’t look like either of us.”
“You know what? You’re right.”
He reached down and literally tore off his suit, leaving on Boober’s trademark hat and scarf. Boober sneered at his alter ego’s antics.
“You only did all that to irk me, didn’t you?”
“I just love messing with your head, Boober. You make it so easy.”
“So what’s your REAL plan?”
“You’ll see.”
“Sidebottom...”
“Don’t worry, Boober! I promised you I wouldn’t go overboard, and I always keep my promises.”
“And that whole business with Wembley?”
“All part of the plan. Trust me.”
“Alright...” Boober said with reluctance, “I’ll trust you.”
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Song Credits:
- Steppin’ Out With A Star—From “The Great Muppet Caper”, Lyrics slightly altered
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But I know that sometimes you decide to post intermitant chapters,
so in the hopes of that...
