Red sat at the window of her and Mokey's cave, staring out into the darkness. All the other Fraggles were asleep. She was thinking about what happened at the Echo Hole that day.

"Why didn't I just go after him?" she asked. "Why'd I have to let Lou and Mokey talk me out of following that little rock-fink, anyway? I shouldn't have let him get away! I should've followed him!"

Red heaved a sigh, and thought about what had happened that day, and what might have happened if she had followed Fink without Mokey, Lou, and Tosh. Then, she thought about the time the Fraggle Pond emptied while she tried to organize a swimming show, and she found she couldn't fix the pipes by herself. Then she thought about the time the Minstrels first came, and she tried to steal Cantus's magic pipe when she couldn't find "her song," and about the time she challenged Gobo for leadership of their group, and the time tried to start her own club after Gobo was elected leader of a club she had suggested forming. All of those times ended in disaster.

"Maybe Mokey was right," she said. "I'm probably a one-Fraggle wrecking crew. Besides, I wouldn't know what to do if I encountered Felonious anyway!"

Red sighed, walked over to her hammock, and climbed in. She swung back and forth a bit, staring at the ceiling. Then she sat up, and jumped out of her hammock.

"Even still, I'm not gonna give up!" she shouted. "Even if it takes me forever, I'm gonna search every tunnel, every cave, every square inch of this rock if I have to! I'm not gonna stop until Wembley's found, even if I have to go all the way to the Gorg's garden!"

Red yawned, and then went back to her hammock, feeling sleepy.

"Of course, they all may be right about one thing," she said, crawling into bed. "You can't do a good day's work of searching if you're dead tired."

Red yawned again, snuggled under her blanket, and went to sleep. But she would be ready and raring to go pick up the search bright and early the next morning.

The next morning, Red went to Gobo's cave. She had a new idea, but she needed something before she could execute it.

"Gobo, can I borrow your map of Gemstone Grotto?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," Gobo said, grabbing the map. "What do you want it for?"

"So I can go back there and look for Wembley. I read a book from the Storyteller once about a detective, and the book said the crooks always return to the scene of the crime."

"But the scene of the crime was between here and Fraggle Fork."

"Yeah, I know, but I first saw Felonious and Fink at Gemstone Grotto. Besides, it couldn't hurt to check."

"Good point. Okay, Red. I'm going to check Blue Rock. See you later!"

Red took the map, and set off toward Gemstone Grotto.

Speaking of Gemstone Grotto, Wembley was still at it, digging out gems for Felonious. However, it seemed things were slim pickings.

"What's taking so long in there?" Felonious asked. "I sent you in there an hour ago, and you haven't come out yet!"

"I haven't filled the bucket yet!" Wembley called out. "There aren't that many rocks left in here!"

"He's got almost all the gems outta here already," Felonious said. "I'm impressed."

"I'm not," Fink said. "After all, you've had him working from dawn to dusk for three days."

"Shaddap, noodle neck!" Felonious shouted, bopping Fink in the head.

Finally, Wembley emerged from the last hole with the bucket, though it was only half full.

"I'm sorry I couldn't fill it, Mr. Felonious," he said. "But I checked and checked and checked, and there aren't anymore shiny rocks around."

"Yeah, I think you're right, kid," Fink said, looking into a couple of holes. "I don't see nothing!"

"Good job, Wembley," Felonious said, counting out some of the gems in the bucket. "You brought me every last gem in this cave."

"Does that mean I can go home now?" Wembley asked, smiling hopefully.

Felonious handed the bucket to Fink to pour into a sack, and stood there, stroking his mustache, thinking this over.

"Eeeehhhhhh . . . . ." he said. "Naaaahhhh!"

"What?!" Wembley shouted. "But . . . . but you said after I dug up all the shiny rocks in Gemstone Grotto, you'd let me go!"

"I said maybe I'd let you go," Felonious said. "I didn't say I'd definitely let you go!"

Felonious and Fink began to cackle madly. Wembley looked like he was about to cry, when he suddenly heard something.

"Hey," he said. "I think I hear something!"

"Yeah, like what?" Felonious asked, with a smirk. "What could you possibly hear in this mess?"

"I don't know," Wembley said, pressing an ear against the cave wall. "It sounds like . . . . like someone coming!"

Felonious and Fink looked at each other, and began snickering at what they thought was Wembley's foolishness.

"Wembley!" a faint, female voice called out.

"What was that?" Felonious asked.

"I dunno," Fink said. "I'm not familiar with this cave."

Felonious and Fink listened again, as the voice began getting closer and closer.

"Wembley!" the voice called out again. "Wembley, are you here?"

Felonious began to get a little nervous. It was obvious Wembley had been right. Someone was coming. He pulled out his bottle of premulosse extract, and poured the contents onto a rag, figuring if someone was coming, Wembley might try to get his, or her, attention.

"Wembley!" the voice called once more. "It's me, Red!"

"Red!" Wembley shouted, excitedly. "It's Red!"

Red finally made it to Gemstone Grotto, and was looking around for her little green friend, including looking into several of the holes where the gemstones should have been.

"Wow, what happened to this place?" she asked. "Looks more like Swiss Cheese Grotto than Gemstone Grotto. Wembley! Where are you?!"

"I'm here, Red!" Wembley called out. "I'm right — mmph!"

Before Wembley could finish, Felonious grabbed him, and covered his nose and mouth with the rag.

"Oh no you don't!" he hissed.

"Wembley?" Red asked, hopefully. "Wembley, was that you? Oh, I sure hope so! Wembley! Where are you? Call out again so I can find you!"

Wembley tried to yell for help, but the rag muffled his voice. He struggled, though, trying to pull away, but it wasn't working. Finally, Wembley lapsed into unconsciousness.

"'Bout time that stuff took effect," Felonious said, slinging Wembley over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "I was beginning to think he'd never drop off! Come on, we gotta get outta here before she sees us!"

Fink nodded, and followed Felonious out of Gemstone Grotto. Red looked around some more, and then heaved a sigh.

"Guess I was just hearing things," she said, dejectedly. "I thought for sure I heard Wembley calling me. Guess it's back to Fraggle Rock."

Red heaved another sigh, and left Gemstone Grotto, but not before pasting up another wanted poster. Felonious and Fink were hiding in the shadows, unseen. They were waiting until they were sure Red was gone before they tried to make an escape, but Fink saw the poster Red had pasted on the wall.

"Hey, boss, what's that?" he asked.

"Hmmmm . . . ." Felonious said, walking over to the piece of paper. Then he began to read it. "Wanted, Felonious and Fink Fraggle, for kidnapping . . . . oh crud, it's a wanted poster! I'll bet those Fraggles have got 'em pasted all over the place! Quick! Back to the wagon! We've gotta pack it up and move it out before anybody sees us and rats us out to those Fraggles!"

Immediately, Felonious and Fink ran back to their campsite as fast as they possibly could. Fink began loading up the wagon with the sacks of gems, and throwing out bottles of moss oil to make room. Felonious dropped Wembley on the ground, and began packing up the camping supplies.

"Fink!" he yelled. "Tie up the rock-rat, and put him in the back! And speed it up! We've got to am-scray outta here and now!"

"Right boss!" Fink shouted. He quickly tied Wembley's wrists and ankles, gagged him, picked him up, and practically threw him into the back of the wagon, locking the door behind him. Then he ran to the front of it, sat down, and began pedaling as fast as he possibly could. He had to get as far away from Fraggle Rock as he could.

In the meantime, Red returned to Fraggle Rock. Gobo and Mokey noticed the look on her face, and they figured she didn't have any luck at Gemstone Grotto.

"Well, that was a bust," Red sighed. "I thought I heard him, but I think I was just imagining things, because I couldn't find him anywhere."

"That's okay, Red," Gobo said. "You tried."

"It was weird, though," Red said. "All the shiny rocks that used to be at Gemstone Grotto were gone. The place looked like Swiss cheese, as if someone, or something, dug them out and took them."

"Digging them out could be done by any creature," Mokey said. "But taking them? I think only a Fraggle would be able to take them!"

"Yeah, but I doubt it," Red said. "After all, Felonious and Fink wouldn't be able to fit into those caves. Felonious is too tall, and Fink is too fat."

"Like you said the day I mapped it out, Red," Gobo said, shrugging. "Wembley might be the only Fraggle who can fit into those holes."

Red nodded. She was about to go back to her cave, when she suddenly stopped, and her eyes widened.

"Gobo!" she shouted. "That's it!"

"What's it?" Gobo asked.

"That's why Felonious and Fink kidnapped Wembley!" Red shouted. "They wanted him to dig the rocks out of Gemstone Grotto for them! They must have heard me say Wembley was the only Fraggle small enough to fit in them! After all, they were there when we were!"

"But why would they want a bunch of shiny rocks?" Mokey asked.

"Who knows?" Gobo asked. "But I think you may be right about that, Red."

"Then I did hear Wembley while I was there!" Red shouted. "I knew it! Felonious probably covered his mouth to keep him from answering me. We now know the who, the what, the when, and the why. Now all we need is the where."

"The who, what, when, why, and where?" Mokey asked. "What are you talking about, Red?"

"She's doing the detective bit again," Gobo said.

"Thanks for reminding me!" Red shouted, and she dashed off. One second later, she returned wearing a brown trench coat and fedora, and she was holding a magnifying glass to her eye.

"Inspector Red is on the case!" she shouted. "To answer your question, Mokey, the who, what when, why, and where are typical questions a detectives asks herself when a crime is committed. Who was involved, what happened, when it took place, why it happened, and where it happened."

"If that's the case, Red, we already know where it happened," Gobo said.

"I know that," Red said. "But just humor me for a minute. There are two where's in this case. Let's go over the facts. The who is Wembley, Felonious and Fink. The what is those two con Fraggles kidnapped Wembley. The when is about three days ago. The first where is somewhere between Fraggle Rock and Fraggle Fork. And we just found out the why. Felonious and Fink kidnapped Wembley so he could dig out the shiny rocks at Gemstone Grotto for them. Now we have to answer the second where, and that is where are they hiding."

Red unrolled Gobo's map of Gemstone Grotto, and she, Gobo, and Mokey looked at it.

"Here's Gemstone Grotto," Red said, pointing to the area on the map. "And here's Fraggle Rock."

"What's all this area outside of Gemstone Grotto?" Mokey asked, pointing to a large blank spot on the map.

"I don't know," Gobo said. "I didn't get a chance to explore that area. I don't think any Fraggle has."

"I have a hunch," Red said, "that if we investigate that area, we'll find Felonious Fraggle!"

"You know something, Red?" Mokey asked. "I have a hunch you're right!"

"Yeah, but we'll have to be careful," Gobo said. "Uncharted territory could be dangerous. We'd better gather up some of the others and start searching!"

"Right!" Red and Mokey shouted in unison. Then, they, along with Gobo, split up to gather some of the other Fraggles. There wasn't a moment to lose.