That night, Gobo had a strange dream. In it, he and Wembley were exploring the castle in Fraggledonia, looking for secret passages, when a light flashed, and a Silly Creature appeared before them. She had short, dark hair, and wore a red shirt and red pants, and carried a crystal ball in one hand. She looked down at the two Fraggles, and smiled, but it wasn't a friendly type of smile, and it made them both nervous.
"Who are you?" Gobo asked.
The Silly Creature said nothing, and waved her hand across her crystal ball. Strange music was heard, and suddenly, Wembley collapsed to the ground.
"Wembley!" Gobo shouted, running over to his best friend, forgetting about the Silly Creature for the moment. He began shaking his little green friend's shoulder.
"Wembley, wake up!" he shouted. "Come on, Wembley! Come on and wake up! What's the matter with you? Wake up!"
No matter what Gobo tried, Wembley wouldn't wake up. He was in too deep of a sleep. Gobo looked up at the Silly Creature.
"Did you do this?" he asked. "Why? Why would you want to put Wembley into such a deep sleep? What is this, some kind of sleeping spell? Why would you cast a sleeping spell on him?"
The Silly Creature didn't respond. She just smiled sneakily at Gobo, and waved her hand over her crystal ball again. In another flash of light, Wembley disappeared. Gobo gasped.
"Wembley!" he called out. "Wembley, where are you?!"
Gobo looked around frantically, but couldn't find a trace of Wembley anywhere. Then he looked at the Silly Creature, and her crystal ball. He saw Wembley's image inside of it, but he couldn't tell where he was. All he could tell was that Wembley was asleep.
"Wembley!" he shouted. Then he glared up at the Silly Creature. "What do you do with him?! Why?! Who are you, anyway?! What do you want?!"
The Silly Creature just laughed evilly, and disappeared in a flash of bright light. Gobo immediately woke up from his dream, and sat up with a start. He caught his breath, and looked around, realizing he was in his own cave. He was brought out of his thoughts by a soft thump. He looked around, and found what had made the noise. A plush Fraggle doll had fallen onto the floor. Gobo knew it was Wembley's, and that he had that doll since he was a baby. His mother had made it for him, and he slept with it almost every night. Even though most of the Fraggles found that to be a bit babyish, Wembley didn't seem to care. He told everyone having the doll comforted him.
Gobo immediately became nervous seeing the Fraggle doll on the floor. He jumped out of bed, and climbed up the ladder to Wembley's bunk, nervous about it being empty. Thankfully, for his peace of mind, Wembley was there, sleeping soundly, with his arm hanging over the side of the bed. Gobo heaved a sigh of relief, figuring Wembley had shifted positions in his sleep, and dropped his doll without realizing it. He climbed down, retrieved the stuffed toy, and positioned it under Wembley's arm. Then he went back down the ladder, and went back to his own bed and tried to get back to sleep, but he kept having that same dream.
By morning, the Fraggle Five went out to the Gorgs' garden, and looked around for the Gorgs. When they saw they weren't around, they ran around the castle, and down the path that lead to the river. They were going to meet Lou at the dock there when she returned from Fraggledonia. Red was in the lead, which she found strange, because it was usually Gobo who would take the lead.
"Hey, Gobo!" she called out. "What's the matter? Stay up too late reading your collection of postcards from Outer Space?"
"Very funny, Red," Gobo said, stifling a yawn.
"Didn't you get enough sleep last night, Gobo?" Mokey asked.
"I guess not," Gobo said, yawning again.
"Why not?" Wembley asked. "Did you have a bad dream or something?"
"No," Gobo said, quickly. "No, it's not that. I just . . . . I just couldn't get comfortable, that's all."
Gobo didn't want to tell Wembley, or the others, about his dream, especially since he had the same dream more than once. For one thing, he didn't want to scare Wembley into thinking something bad was going to happen to him (Gobo was nervous enough about that already), and he didn't want to hear Boober go on and on about how recurring dreams meant the end of the world, for another.
The five Fraggles arrived at the docks just as the boat from Fraggledonia arrived. Lou saw her friends on the shore, and waved to them.
"Hi, guys!" she called out.
"Hi, Lou!" Wembley shouted, excitedly. "Boy, I'm glad you're back!"
"Wembley, I was only gone for two days!" Lou shouted, as she walked down the gangplank.
"I know, but it seems like it was longer," Wembley said.
"How was your trip?" Mokey asked.
"Oh, it was fine," Lou said. "I didn't understand half the stuff they were talking about, though, especially when they started talking about economy. In one ear, and right out the other. That's one reason I have the goblins in charge of things. They know what they're doing."
"Here, Lou, I brought you some oranges," Boober said, handing Lou a basket.
"Thanks, Boober," Lou said, a little confused. "But what for?"
"In case of scurvy, of course!" Boober shouted. "I heard that being on a boat can subject you to awful things like scurvy, and dysentary, and malaria, and malnutrition, and typhus, and sea-sickness, and . . . . ."
"Oh, Boober!" Lou groaned.
"Sheesh!" Wembley shouted.
"Give us a break, already!" Red shouted. Mokey just sighed. Gobo didn't say anything. He was too tired.
"So, how's the Royal Gobo?" Lou teased.
"Hmm?" Gobo asked, snapping to attention. "What?"
"You know," Lou said. "The Royal Gobo. It's usually called a royal herald, but Harold couldn't make it so they sent you instead?"
"Oh," Gobo said. "Oh yeah. Ha, ha, ha. Very funny, Lou. Ha, ha."
"Hey, Red, what's the matter with him?" Lou asked.
"Beats me," Red said, shrugging. "He says he didn't much sleep last night."
"Oh," Lou said. "Oh well. Come on, guys, let's head back to the Rock."
And with that, the six Fraggles went back to Fraggle Rock. Gobo went back to bed immediately to catch up on some sleep. Unfortunately, every time he tried to get some sleep, he had the same dream he had the night before. It was driving him crazy. He finally decided to forget it, and headed off to see what everyone else was doing. Red was off swimming, Boober was doing laundry, Mokey was painting, and Wembley and Lou were just sitting around, talking about Lou's trip.
"The goblins trapped a baby Burrow Beast the day I arrived," Lou said. "It was by accident, though. They were trying to trap these things called gophers and moles that eat the vegetables in their garden. Burrow Beasts dig, sure, but they don't like vegetables. They prefer to eat bugs."
"Yeah, I know," Wembley said. "Eating bugs. Yuck!"
"Really," Lou said. "Anyway, they let him go, but he came back. Every time they tried to let him go, he kept coming back, so they decided to keep him."
"Really? Can you even tame a Burrow Beast?"
"Yeah, if it's a baby. And I gotta tell you something, Wembley, he is the cutest thing I've ever seen!"
"Yeah, there's one good thing about baby Burrow Beasts. They're cute, but they don't cling to ya like Rock Clingers!"
"The goblins named him Wiggly, because he wiggles a lot. Not to mention licks your face a lot."
"Ew, yuck! Why does he do that?!"
"Beats me. The goblins said he was being friendly. But seriously, Wembley, he's really adorable, and useful in the garden."
"Yeah, I guess so, since Burrow Beasts eat bugs, he can eat up all the bugs that eat plants."
Gobo walked by just then, yawned, and sat down. He felt like he was going to fall asleep any second.
"Hi, Gobo!" Wembley shouted. "Lou was just telling us about her new pet Burrow Beast!"
"Yeah, I heard about it," Gobo said, yawning.
"Boy, you really must've had a rough night," Lou said. "Wembley, you didn't notice anything about Gobo last night, did you?"
"No, I was sound asleep," Wembley said, shrugging. "You sure you didn't have a bad dream that kept you awake?"
"No!" Gobo shouted quickly, which caused Wembley and Lou to jump back, a bit startled.
"I mean, no, I guess I just couldn't get comfortable, you know what I mean?" Gobo asked, calming down a little.
"Maybe it's time for a new mattress or something," Wembley said.
"Yeah, that's probably it," Gobo said. "See you later, guys!"
And with that, Gobo ran off. He hated keeping secrets from his friends, but he wasn't ready to talk about this dream yet.