That night, when Matt went to put baby Wembley to bed in his carriage, he found Gobo sitting in it. He was wearing a baby bonnet, sucking his thumb, and holding Wembley's toy caterpillar.

"What the?" Matt asked. "Gobo, what in the Rock are you doing?"

"Goo, goo, ga, ga," he said, pulling his thumb out of his mouth for a moment, and then jamming it back in.

"Really, Gobo," Matt said. "You're much too old to be acting like a baby! Get out of that carriage this instant!"

"Waaaahhhh!" Gobo shouted in response.

Matt sighed, put Wembley down on the floor for the moment, and took Gobo out of the carriage.

"Feeling a bit jealous of little Wembley, are we?" he asked.

"Well, he's getting all the tenshun!" Gobo shouted. "Just 'cause he's a baby!"

"Babies need a lot of attention, nephew," Matt explained, picking up Wembley and putting him in the carriage. "I know you're feeling a bit left out. I assure you, I felt the same way when your mother was born. I wanted my parents to send her back to where she came from."

"Sounds like a good idea. Why can't we do that?"

"We will, in a few days. In the meantime, you'll just have to get used to it."

Wembley smiled, and reached out to Gobo, babbling. Gobo glared at him, and threw the caterpillar into the carriage as hard as he could.

"Gobo, be nice," Matt said, in a warning voice. He took the toy caterpillar and began squeezing it to make it squeak.

"Squeet!" Wembley shouted in delight. "Squeet, squeet, squeet!"

Gobo looked at his uncle and the baby, disgustedly. He couldn't stand it much longer. He stormed over to the carriage, and gave it a good, hard kick.

"Stupid baby!" he yelled.

Gobo kicked the carriage so hard, it actually fell over. Luckily, Matt managed to catch the baby Fraggle before he could hit the floor, but it didn't stop Wembley from letting out an extremely loud shriek.

"Gobo, that was a terrible thing to do!" Matt shouted. "You could have hurt the baby!"

"I don't care!" Gobo shouted.

"Never the less, I'm going to have to punish you for this," Matt said. "You are going to bed right now, and you have just lost your bedtime story for the night!"

Gobo pouted for a moment, and then stomped over to his bed, practically glaring daggers at Wembley.

Things weren't much better the next day. Matt had to go on an exploring trip, so he had to get Darcy and Cerise to look after both Gobo and Wembley while he was out. That was okay with them. Since they were already watching Mokey and Red, they figured they'd let the two boys play with the two girls for awhile. Mokey was coloring while Red and Gobo built towers out of Gobo's wooden blocks. Wembley just sat there, chewing on whatever he could get his hands on, even though he didn't have any teeth yet.

"Yuck!" Gobo shouted, pulling a block away from the baby Fraggle. Wembley began to cry.

"What is it, Gobo?" Mokey asked.

"Dumb ol' Wembley!" Gobo shouted. "He's drooling on everything!"

"He's probably just teething, Gobo," Mokey said, calmly.

"Well, can't he teeth on his own stuff?" Gobo asked. "He's gettin' my blocks all yucky!"

Mokey sighed, picked up Wembley's rattle, shook it to get the baby Fraggle's attention, and then handed it to him. Immediately, Wembley stuck it in his mouth. That seemed to occupy him for awhile. Then he crawled over to the block tower and looked at it.

"That's the biggest block tower we've ever made!" Red shouted. "Mommy! Mommy! Look what me and Gobo made!"

"Very nice, Red," Cerise said, looking over. "Look how tall it is!"

"Yeah, wait'll Uncle Matt sees it!" Gobo shouted.

Wembley babbled, and began pushing on one of the blocks on the bottom of the tower, causing it to fall over, destroying it.

"Oh no!" Gobo shouted. "Now look what that stupid baby's done! He ruined our tower!"

"Don't get so mad, Gobo," Mokey said. "Wembley's just a baby. He didn't know what he was doing."

"But now we gotta start all over again," Gobo said, pouting. Then he began to gather up the blocks, pushing Wembley out of his way. Wembley began crying. Mokey sighed, pulled the baby Fraggle into her lap, and began playing "This Little Doozer" with him.

Gobo and Red rebuilt their tower, just as Matt was returning from his trip. When Gobo saw him coming, he jumped up, ran over, grabbed his uncle's hand, and tried to lead him over, telling him about the great block tower he and Red built. However, Wembley crawled out of Mokey's lap, and accidentally knocked the tower over again, just before Matt could see it.

"Not again!" Gobo groaned. "Dumb ol' Wembley!"

"Now, now, Gobo," Matt said. "Little Wembley's only a baby. He didn't mean it."

Gobo groaned, and began picking up the blocks again. Wembley grabbed one of them and began chewing on it, like he did before. Gobo didn't appreciate this.

"I'll show you," he grumbled. He put his blocks down, and went to get the wooden box he kept them in. He picked it up, walked right over to Wembley, and dropped the box right on the baby Fraggle's head. Of course, Wembley let out an ear-shattering scream. Unfortunately for Gobo, all three adult Fraggles saw him do this.

"Gobo!" they all shouted in unison.

"Gobo, that was a terrible thing to do!" Darcy shouted.

"Ooooohhhh, Gobo's in twouble, Gobo's in twouble!" Red sang. "Gobo's gonna get it! Gobo's gonna get it!"

"Red!" Cerise shouted, sternly. Immediately, Red stopped singing.

"Really, Gobo, what's come over you?" Matt asked, picking up the baby. "You could have hurt little Wembley doing that!"

"I don't care!" Gobo shouted. "I hate that stupid baby Fwaggle! He gets in the way of everything, and . . . . and you like him better than me!"

Gobo then stormed off. Matt just stood there, too surprised to say anything. After finally getting his wits back, he started to go after his nephew, but both Cerise and Darcy stopped him.

"Leave him alone, Matt," Cerise said. "He needs some time to himself."

"But him going off by himself, at his age . . . ." Matt began.

"Oh, Matthew, don't worry, he won't go far," Darcy said. "Most likely he'll head in the direction of the Storyteller. She'll probably see him and bring him back home."

"Yes," Cerise agreed. "And besides, you've got other things to worry about, such as a crying baby Fraggle."

Matt nodded, hoping Cerise and Darcy were right. He heaved a sigh, and began to console Wembley.

Gobo, in the meantime, was wandering around the Rock, kicking at stones, and muttering to himself.

"Stupid baby," he said. Then he began picking up some small rocks and throwing them as hard as he could. He didn't realize he was throwing them at the Storyteller's door. She heard the rocks hit the door, and opened it.

"Did someone knock?" she asked, looking around. "Oh, look who it is! It's little Gobo, Matt Fraggle's nephew! Tell me, Gobo, how is your uncle these days?"

"Too busy with dumb ol' Wini Fwaggle's dumb ol' baby," Gobo muttered, sitting down. "He doesn't like me anymore. He likes Wembley better!"

"Oh, Gobo!" the Storyteller shouted. "I'm sure that's not true! Your uncle loves you very much!"

"Then how come he spends all his time with that dumb ol' baby? How come Wini can't take care of him? He's her dumb ol' baby, anyway!"

"Well, it's very hard to take care of a baby after you've gotten thumped by a Gorg and broke a leg. And Matt has to spend a lot of time with baby Wembley because babies need a lot of attention. But that doesn't mean your uncle doesn't love you anymore."

"Yes it does. He doesn't love me, he loves the baby. He can't love both of us."

"Sure he can. There's lots of different kinds of love, and each Fraggle loves each other in different kinds of ways."

Gobo looked at the Storyteller as if she had a Clinging Creeper vine sprouting out of her ears. The Storyteller sighed. It was obvious Gobo didn't understand what she was saying, so she tried another tactic.

"It's kind of like this," she said, and she began singing.

He loves him 'cause he's tiny and small

He loves you 'cause you're getting so tall

Tiny and small love

Getting so tall love

Everyone loves through all their days

Different Fraggles, different ways

Gobo grumbled, folded his arms over his chest, and turned away from the Storyteller. He didn't believe one word of this. The Storyteller sighed, and tried again.

He loves him 'cause he has to be fed

He loves you 'cause you make your own bed

Has to be fed love

Make your own bed love

Everyone loves through all their days

Different Fraggles, different ways

Gobo looked at the Storyteller, now getting a little more interested in what she had to say. She continued singing.

He loves him 'cause he's small and helpless

He has to be washed and dressed each day

He loves you 'cause you're big and helpful

And you can dance, sing, and play

Gobo nodded, and smiled. He was beginning to understand what the Storyteller was trying to say now.

Storyteller: He loves him 'cause he's sugar and spice

He loves you 'cause you're awfully nice

Sugar and spice love

Awfully nice love

Gobo: Tiny and small love

Getting so tall love

Storyteller: Everyone loves through all their days

Different Fraggles, different ways

Both: Everyone loves through all their days

Different Fraggles, different ways

"I think I get it now," Gobo said.

"Good," the Storyteller said. "Come on. I'll take you back to your cave."

The Storyteller took Gobo's hand, and the two Fraggles walked toward the cave Gobo and Matt shared. The Storyteller knew Gobo could make it back by himself, though she always loved any excuse to go visit Matt.

When the two Fraggles reached the cave, they were welcomed by the sound of an extremely fussy baby. Matt was pacing the floor with Wembley, looking a bit harried.

"Hello, Matt," the Storyteller said, in a bit of a sing-song voice.

"Hi, Uncle Matt," Gobo said. "What's wong with Wembley?"

"I don't know, Gobo," Matt said. "I haven't been able to get him to stop crying since . . . . well, since that little incident earlier."

"Incident?" the Storyteller asked.

"I dwopped my block box on the baby's head," Gobo said, sounding a little ashamed of himself.

"I see," the Storyteller said.

"Did I hurt him that bad, Uncle Matt?" Gobo asked, worriedly.

"No, you didn't," Matt said. "Luckily, it seems little Wembley has quite a hard head. I can't understand why he won't stop crying."

"Let me have him, Matt," the Storyteller said.

"Do you know anything about babies?" Matt asked, handing Wembley to the Storyteller.

"All us female Fraggles have maternal instincts," the Storyteller said, and she began to rock Wembley in her arms. "Isn't that right, little Wembley? Yes, it is. Oh, I can't wait until I become a mother, and raise a little Fraggle of my own! Doesn't that sound wonderful, Matt?"

"Yes, it is a wonderful experience," Matt said, patting Gobo on the head affectionately. "But I don't think I'd do it again, not after Gobo became so jealous of the baby. I wouldn't want another episode of having to go through this again!"

The Storyteller glared at Matt, and Gobo covered his mouth with his hand to hide his giggles. Unfortunately for the Storyteller, Wembley wasn't very compliant in her attempts to get him to stop crying. She tried changing his diaper, but that didn't work. She tried giving him his bottle, but he refused it. She tried singing him a lullaby, but he wouldn't fall asleep. She tried giving him his teething ring, but he threw it to the floor. She tried giving him a blanket, thinking he was cold, but that wasn't the case. She tried cuddling him, but he just squirmed and cried harder.

"So much for maternal instincts," she said with a sigh. "I don't know what's wrong with him."

"Maybe he's just crying for the sake of crying," Matt said. "Babies will do that sometimes."

"I have a book on this," the Storyteller said, putting Wembley in his carriage. "I'll go get it."

"Let me go with you," Matt said.

"Oh, really?" the Storyteller asked, excitedly.

"Yes, I need a break from this constant screaming!" Matt shouted. "I can't take it any longer!"

The Storyteller sighed, and she and Matt left the cave. Gobo walked over to his bed to play with some of his own toys, but it wasn't easy with Wembley crying the way he was. Ignoring him wasn't going to help much. Gobo sighed, and walked over to the carriage.

"How come you're not gonna stop cwying?" he asked.

Wembley stopped crying for a moment, and then whined. Gobo shrugged, and began walking away, but Wembley began crying again. Gobo walked back to the carriage, and Wembley stopped howling, and began whining again, reaching his arms toward Gobo.

"You wanna be held?" he asked. "Okay, but don't get mad at me if I dwop you. I never done this before!"

Gobo stood on his toes, and managed to pick up Wembley and pull him out of the carriage.

"You're heavier than you look!" he shouted, stumbling backwards a little, but he managed to keep his grip on the baby Fraggle.

Gobo grunted, and managed to make it over to his bed. He sat down, and held Wembley in his lap. Wembley immediately began to quiet down, and his cries were reduced to little whimpers, until he stopped crying completely, and began sucking his thumb. By that time, Matt and the Storyteller came back, being unable to locate the book they had been looking for. They were completely dumbstruck when they saw Gobo holding Wembley.

"Hi, Uncle Matt," Gobo said. "Look, I got the baby to stop cwying!"

"Now how in the Rock did you manage to do that?" Matt asked.

"I dunno," Gobo said, shrugging. "I just picked him up and he stopped."

Matt then took Wembley from his nephew, but the minute he did, the baby Fraggle began screaming again, reaching toward Gobo.

"Ooooh, I see," the Storyteller said. "He wants Gobo to hold him. Give him back to Gobo, Matt."

"But don't you think Gobo's awfully young to hold a baby Fraggle?" Matt asked.

"You've got to learn some time," the Storyteller said, taking Wembley from Matt, and transferring him to Gobo. Immediately, Wembley stopped crying. Then the Storyteller found Wembley's bottle, and handed it to Gobo.

"Here, Gobo," she said. "Give Wembley his bottle."

"Okay," Gobo said. He held up the baby bottle to Wembley, and the baby Fraggle immediately latched onto it, slurping away happily.

"Wow, look at him go!" Gobo shouted, with a laugh. Then he stopped laughing abruptly.

"Uh oh," he said.

"What's wrong, Gobo?" Matt asked.

"Uncle Matt?" Gobo asked. "What do you do when a baby gets you wet?"

"Ahhh, yes," Matt said, nodding. "Well, Gobo, babies will do that, you know. It happened to me quite often. Your mother used to do that to me, and you used to do that to me, too."

"I'll take care of that," the Storyteller said, taking Wembley off Gobo's lap. "And I have an idea. Why don't you boys go have some quality time together while I look after the baby?"

"A good idea," Matt said. "Come along, nephew Gobo! Let's go on that exploring trip I promised you before this whole thing started."

"Yay!" Gobo shouted. "I get to go 'sploring, I get to go 'sploring!"

And with that, Matt and Gobo left the cave, while the Storyteller put Wembley on a blanket on the cave floor and proceeded to change him.

"Looks like it's going to be smooth sailing from now on, don't you think?" she asked. Wembley's response was just a string of gurgling.

When Matt and Gobo returned from their exploring trip, Gobo immediately ran for the carriage. Wembley saw him coming, and squealed happily.

"Hiya Wembley!" Gobo shouted. "Guess what I did? I went 'sploring with my uncle Matt! And he took me to Firefly Cavern! It was really neat! Too bad you're too little to go 'sploring. But maybe when you're bigger, you'll get to come with us! But for now, here comes a very hungwy caterpillar!"

Gobo took Wembley's toy caterpillar, and made it walk toward Wembley.

"Squeet, squeet!" Wembley shouted, as Gobo squeezed the toy.

From that point on, Gobo did everything he could to help Matt take care of Wembley. The only part of helping out he didn't like was changing dirty diapers, but Matt sort of expected that.

Three days went by, and by now, Gobo and Wembley were practically inseparable. Finally, Wini came by the cave to collect her baby.

"I'm so sorry about the inconvenience, Matt," she said. "Really, I didn't mean to get thumped. I didn't even realize a Gorg was coming! I was trying to decide between two radishes, and suddenly, WHACK!"

"Think nothing of it, Wini," Matt said. "Gobo! Wini's here! It's time for little Wembley to leave now!"

"Awww, does he hafta?" Gobo whined, holding Wembley on his lap, and tickling him. "I was just starting to like having him around!"

"Awww, isn't that the sweetest thing?" Wini sighed, when she saw the two young Fraggles.

"I'm afraid so, Gobo," Matt said. "Wini's all better now, and she has to take her baby back."

"Oh, okay," Gobo said, somewhat grudgingly.

"Thank you for helping take care of Wembley, Gobo," Wini said, as she took her baby off Gobo's lap.

"You're welcome," Gobo said. "Hey, is it okay if I come by your cave, and play with him sometimes?"

"Oh, of course it is!" Wini shouted. "Wembley really seems to like you."

"Yay!" Gobo cheered. "You hear that, Wembley? I'm gonna teach you everything I know, like 'sploring, and playing Cave Creature, and stuff like that!"

"At least wait until he's learned how to walk before all that," Wini said laughing. She put Wembley in his carriage, checked to make sure she had everything, and then began pushing it out of the cave.

"Okay, sweetie," she said. "Say bye-bye to Gobo."

Wembley gurgled, making some unintelligible noises, but what came out of his mouth next surprised everybody.

"Go . . . . bo!" he shouted.

"Hey!" Gobo shouted. "You hear that, Uncle Matt? He said my name!"

"Yes, he certainly did," Matt said.

"Oh, how sweet!" Wini gushed. "Wembley learned a new word!"

"Yeah, and it was my name!" Gobo shouted. "You know what that means?"

"No," Wini said. "What does that mean?"

"That means me and Wembley are gonna be best buddies, forever and ever, right Wembley?"

"Gobo!" Wembley shouted, happily, bouncing in his carriage.

"That's right!" Gobo shouted. "But don't worry, Uncle Matt. I still love you, too. So you don't hafta be jealous."

"Thank you, Gobo," Matt said. "That's very refreshing to know. I think."

Wini laughed, and pushed the carriage out of the cave. Gobo ran after them.

"Where are going, Gobo?" Matt asked.

"I'm gonna go play with my new best buddy!" Gobo shouted. "See you later, Uncle Matt!"

Matt laughed, and went to work on his maps, thankful that everything was back to normal in Fraggle Rock.

The End