Once upon a time, there was a young-ish princess named Courtney. She was the most beautiful princess in all of Genovia.
But this story ain't about Courtney.
It's about a little-ish fraggle named Boober. Boober was unusual. He was odd. He liked to do laundry and he didn't like to sing, dance, or live. Unlike, his friend Gobo. Gobo liked singing, dancing, and living. But he was also very strange. He was a Canadian fraggle. Unlike his best friend Wembley. Wembley was not Canadian. But he liked living. He was a very fickle little fraggle. Unlike his friend Red. Red was a very decisive little fraggle. When she wanted something she wanted it. She liked to take charge. Which later becomes a problem. But she still liked taking charge of things. She also liked Gobo. Unlike her bestest buddie Mokie. Mokie did like Gobo. But not in the same way red did. If you catch my drift. *wink wink* But the story isn't about her. It's about her "Special" friend named Boober who we recently talked about but got off topic. One day Boober caught a cold. He figured that it was over for him. He almost died. Except not really. But he still thought he would! He liked the idea of death. It was something us "silly creatures" wouldn't understand. But that doesn't matter. Any who…. Wembley came to visit Boober to see how he was making out.
Wembley: Hi Boober! How are you?
Boober: Not well.
Wembley: what are you doing?
Boober: slowly fading away to nothing.
Wembley: no you're not! I can see you and your not fading!
Boober: well nobody's perfect ok?
Wembley: sorry. I suppose you're right.
Boober: Of course I am!
Gobo walks in
Gobo: Hi Boober! I'd thought bring you some soup eh?
Boober: I don't WANT soup! I want to live!
Gobo: You're not going to die!
Boober turns to Wembley
Boober: Wembley there's hope!
Gobo: of course there's hope! You're not dead yet.
Wembley: No not yet…
Boober: you're not helping Wembley!
Wembley: sorry.
Gobo: Don't give into Boober!!!!!
Wembley: sorry.
Gobo: Stop apologizing!
Wembley: sorry for a apologizing!
Gobo: Holy Fu-
Boober: I'm still here you know!
Wembley: sorry Boober!
Gobo: AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Gobo storms out
Red walks in
Red: what's his problem?
Boober and Wembley shrug
Red: I came to see if you were dead yet!
Boober looks to Wembley
Boober: oh, Wembley I'm to young to die!
Red: I was just joking! Take a chill pill!
Boober: Take a chill pill? TAKE A CHILL PILL? If you were about to die, and had as much laundry to do, as I do, then you'd be worried too! YOU TAKE A CHILL PILL!
Red: Sheesh
Red walks out.
Later………………………
Gobo walks in to Boober's house.
Gobo: hey guys! I just got a post card from my uncle Traveling Matt! It reads: Dear nephew Gobo
I was taking a walk down what the silly creatures would call "a street" and then I saw a very odd looking silly creature with some sort of animal on his upper lip. The animal was called a "moustache" It was very odd. Love,
Gobo: Your uncle Traveling Matt.
Boober: what was THAT?
Gobo: it was a postcard from uncle….
Boober: I know what it was gobo but….
Gobo: Then why'd you ask?
Boober: why do I even bother with these things?
Gobo; I don't know! Ask Wembley!
Boober; I don't wanna ask Wembley!
Gobo: Why not?
Boober: Because I don't!
Gobo: Boober you can be so hard to deal with sometimes!