What looked to be a mere shadow of the once full of life fraggle known as Boober was now clinging pitifully to the bars of his enclosure made up of gorg size paperclips.
Suddenly, he head perked up as he spotted a fast moving dot of yellow from his higher vantage point…and watched as it kept going right pass the gorg table.
"Red, Red, where are you going?" Boober yelled in a voice halfway between a whisper and a scream, which, although difficult for most fraggles to do, was actually one of his more practiced talents.
"To find Gobo!" Red replied, taking a flying leap the rest of the way into the entry to fraggle rock.
"But where's Mokey?" Boober whisper-screamed in a tearful tone. "Red, don't leave me!"
Red popped her head out of the rock with a easy-going laugh.
"Aw Boober, you can get out of there easy, just be yourself!"
In a flash she was gone again, just as Missy Gorg appeared from the castle, with a impressive armload of tubes and wires.
"Be myself? But that's never helped before! Red, I'm not a 'Happy to be You and Me' fraggle! Being myself only brings misfortune, and pain, and contagious warts and…"
His speech was cut short by the form of Missy Gorg reaching into the cage, armed with a sinister looking clamp in each hand attached to a wire, and aimed purposefully at Boobers' cheeks.
"Now, little fragglus, this new shock therapy should only result in a few days of superficial numbness…"
"H..Has..anyone…" Boober began, backing up into a far corner of the cage, shaking as his voice blurted out at a record pace.
"..ever told you lately..Miss. Gorg,.. that your extensive multi-syllablistic vocabulary…rivals in elegance the ancient scientific soliloquies?"
He finished, squeezing his eyes shut.
The looming clamps stopped barely short of his face.
"Not lately…" Missy Gorg replied with a surprised giggle. "Although I can't say I would be opposed to hearing it again, little fragglius…"
Boober opened his eyes again slowly, giving the giant what he only hoped was a charming smile.