That night, Gobo wasn't the only one dreaming. Lou was involved in a dream as well. She was in the Fraggledonian castle garden with Wembley, and they were playing with Wiggly the Burrow Beast. Suddenly, the sky turned dark, and thunder and lightning crashed and flashed. Wiggly whimpered, and ran into a little house the goblins had built for him. A light flashed, and there stood a Silly Creature with short, dark hair, carrying a crystal ball. It was the same Silly Creature from Gobo's dream, but Lou wasn't aware of it. She smirked at the two Fraggles, and waved her hand over her crystal ball. It began floating in the air, freeing the Silly Creature's hands. She walked over to Lou and Wembley, bent down, grabbed Wembley by the arms, and lifted him off the ground as she stood up.
"Hey!" Wembley shouted. "Let me go!"
"What do you think you're doing?" Lou asked. "Who are you, anyway?!"
The Silly Creature didn't speak. She waved her hand over the floating crystal ball, and strange music came out of it. Immediately, Wembley dropped off to sleep, the same deep sleep he was under in Gobo's dream.
"Stop!" Lou shouted. "As princess of Fraggledonia, I command you to let him go!"
Lou didn't normally like to pull rank, or even tell anyone she was a princess, but this was an emergency. The Silly Creature laughed, and waved her hand over her crystal ball again. In a flash of light, she disappeared, but Lou could still hear her evil laughter echoing in her ears. Even when she woke up, she could still hear the laughter. She immediately wanted to head to Gobo and Wembley's cave to see if Wembley was all right, but it was still dark outside. She knew Gobo wouldn't appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night, so she decided to try and go back to sleep, though when she did, she had the same dream, much like Gobo.
The next morning, both Gobo and Lou looked like wrecks. Neither of them had gotten any sleep, thanks to the dreams they were having, but neither of them wanted to talk about it.
"Boy, you two look terrible!" Red shouted.
"Yeah, well . . . ." Gobo said, shrugging.
"I have to get used to my bed all over again," Lou said. "You know how it is. You get used to sleeping on something, then you go away and have to sleep on something different, and you get used to what you're sleeping on, and then you come back and you have to get used to your old bed all over again."
"I suppose," Mokey said, thoughtfully.
"Oh yeah, she's right, she's definitely right," Gobo said. "That's the way it is when you go on overnight explorations! Matter of fact, that's probably my problem too!"
"But Gobo, you haven't been on an overnight exploration in months," Mokey pointed out.
"And how can you get used to sleeping in a new bed when you've only been gone for two days?" Boober asked.
"Go soak your laundry, Boober," Gobo said.
And with that, Gobo left the Great Hall, and Lou followed. Red, Mokey, Boober, and Wembley looked at each other, and shrugged. They didn't know what else to do.
While Gobo was walking along down the path, he noticed Lou running up to him.
"Hey, Gobo!" she called. "Wait a minute, I want to talk to you!"
"What about?" Gobo asked, turning around.
"You wouldn't happen to have had a weird dream last night," Lou said, ". . . . would you?"
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh . . . ." Gobo stammered. "Uhhh, what makes you think that, Lou?"
"Because I had one last night, which is why I'm feeling like I was run over by a boulder. You've been looking exactly how I'm feeling right now for the past two days."
Gobo sighed. Lou had him there. He looked around to see if there were any other Fraggles around, and then turned to Lou.
"Okay, you've got me," he said. "Every time I try to sleep, I have the same dream. But I don't want anybody else to know. Especially not Wembley, or Boober!"
"Something happened to Wembley in your dream, didn't it?" Lou asked.
"How'd you know?"
"Call it a hunch. And I can understand not wanting to let Boober know about it, what with his 'it's the end of the world as we know it' attitude. A recurring dream will just add fuel to the fire. So what do you think we should do?"
"Maybe if we share our dream, we can figure out what to do. As the Trash Heap once said, two heads are better than one."
"Okay, if you say so."
Gobo and Lou got down onto the ground, and stretched out, making sure their heads were touching.
"You ready?" Gobo asked.
"Ready," Lou said. "Go ahead and say it."
"Okay. Dream a dream and see . . . ."
"What a dream can be."
The minute Gobo and Lou spoke those words, they were transported into the Fraggledonian castle.
"Who's dream are we in?" Lou asked.
"Mine, I think," Gobo said. "We were inside the castle in mine."
"We were in the garden in mine. So, now, what do you think we should . . . ."
"Hi, Gobo! Hi, Lou!" Wembley shouted, as he ran up to his friends.
"Wembley!" Gobo shouted. "Come on, we've got to get out of here!"
"Why? What's the matter?" Wembley asked.
"Come on!" Lou shouted. "She might show up any minute!"
"Who?" Wembley asked.
Just then, there was a crash of thunder, and flash of lightning. The Silly Creature Gobo and Lou had seen in their dreams appeared.
"Who is that?" Wembley asked.
Before any of the Fraggles could answer, the Silly Creature waved her hand over her crystal ball, and strange music came out of it.
"Don't listen, Wembley!" Gobo shouted.
"Whatever you do, don't listen to the music!" Lou warned.
"Why not?" Wembley asked. Then he stifled a yawn. "I've never heard music like this before! But it does . . . . make me . . . . a little . . . . sleepy . . . ."
"No, Wembley!" Gobo shouted, but it was too late. Wembley succumbed to the strange music, and fell to the floor in that same, strange, deep sleep.
The Silly Creature laughed, and picked up the sleeping Fraggle. Gobo and Lou ran toward her, ready to fight, but in a flash, she had disappeared, though the two Fraggles could still hear her evil laughter. They woke up immediately afterward.
"Okay," Gobo said. "So we both had the same dream. Or at least they were similar."
"Yeah," Lou said. "Both our dreams had the same basic gist. Some strange Silly Creature puts Wembley in some kind of sleep, and then vanishes with him. But why? And who is this Silly Creature anyway?"
"I don't know. She definitely doesn't look like any Silly Creature I've seen before!"
While Gobo and Lou pondered over their dreams, Mokey, Boober, Red, and Wembley were hanging out in the Great Hall. Red was practicing diving, Boober was doing laundry, Mokey was painting, and Wembley was trying to perfect his technique for a Fraggle game known as "Sploosh." That was when Fraggles took a pile of pebbles and pushed them into the pond to make a "sploosh" sound. Wembley could never get the hang of it, though. Every time he tried, his pebbles always went "plink-plink-plink-plink." As he was doing this, he suddenly stopped when he heard something.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Sounds like music," Mokey said. "I wonder if the Minstrels are back?"
"I don't think so," Red said. "It doesn't sound like Cantus's pipe to me."
"Whatever it is, it's weird," Boober said. "Isn't it, Wembley?"
Wembley didn't answer. He just stood up, and began following the music.
"Wembley?" Boober asked. "Hey, Wembley!"
"Where are you going?" Mokey asked.
Again, Wembley didn't answer. He seemed to be in a trance. Immediately, Mokey and Red followed him, but they were having a hard time keeping up with him. He seemed to be moving as if he was floating.
"What's going on here?" Mokey asked.
"I don't know," Red said. "But I don't like it one bit!"
"Me neither. Wembley, wait for us!"
"Yeah, Wembley, stop!"
Wembley kept on moving through the cave tunnels, following that strange music, until Mokey and Red finally lost him, and the music stopped as well.
"I'm beginning to like this less and less," Mokey said. "I'm starting to get a funny feeling in my stomach, Red."
"Me too," Red said. "Come on!"
Immediately, Red and Mokey ran down a tunnel. While they were searching for Wembley, Gobo and Lou returned to the Great Hall.
"Where is everybody?" Gobo asked, referring to his friends.
"I don't know," Boober said, shrugging. "We heard this weird music, and Wembley went off following it, and Mokey and Red went to follow him. I just stayed put to finish my laundry because I don't want to get involved with it, because it could be dangerous."
"Did you just say Wembley went to follow some strange music?" Lou asked.
"Yeah," Boober said. "It was weird, too. It was like he was in a trance."
Gobo and Lou looked at each other nervously.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Gobo asked.
"Oh yeah!" Lou shouted. "I sure am!"
"Which way did he go, Boober?" Gobo asked.
"That way," Boober said, pointing.
Immediately, Gobo and Lou ran down the tunnel Boober was indicating. Boober looked at them go, wondering what was going on, but then went back to his laundry. He had a feeling nothing good would come from following his friends.
Gobo and Lou practically raced down the path, getting more and more nervous with every step. Since their dreams involved strange music, they had to find Wembley and fast.
"We have to get to Wembley before something happens!" Gobo shouted.
"Right!" Lou shouted. "I just hope we're not too late!"
The next thing the two Fraggles heard were two ear shattering shrieks up ahead in the tunnel. They stopped for a moment, startled.
"That was Red and Mokey!" Gobo shouted, when he got his wits back. "It came from this way! Come on!"
Gobo and Lou ran down the tunnel at an even faster pace. There they found Red, Mokey, and Wembley. Wembley was laying on the ground, unconscious, and Red was shaking his shoulder as hard as she could. Mokey was just standing there, wringing her hands, nervously.
"Wembley, come on!" Red shouted, as she shook the green Fraggle. "Wake up! Come on, Wembley, please wake up!"
"What happened?!" Gobo shouted, and he ran over to his best friend.
"I don't know," Mokey said. "When we got here, we found Wembley laying here like this."
"I've been trying to wake him up, but he won't," Red said. "Don't worry about him being hurt, Gobo, he isn't. We made sure of that before I started shaking him."
Gobo bent down, and held Wembley in a sitting position. Then he began gently slapping him in the face, to try to get him to wake up.
"Come on, buddy," he said. "Come on, wake up, Wembley! Snap out of it!"
Lou tried snapping her fingers in Wembley's face, but that didn't work, either. He was out like a light.
"Stand back, everybody!" Red shouted. "I have a fool proof method of getting him to wake up!"
Red cleared her throat, and kneeled down right next to Wembley.
"Weeeeemmmmmmbleeeeeyyyyy," she said, softly. Then she took a deep breath.
"YAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, right in Wembley's ear. Gobo, Mokey, and Lou nearly jumped out of their skin.
"You could wake the dead with a scream like that, Red!" Gobo shouted.
"Unfortunately, it didn't seem to work on Wembley," Mokey said.
Gobo looked down, and noticed Wembley was still asleep.
"Okay, then," Red said. "I have another idea. It's not a very nice thing to do to him, but we don't have a choice. To the Fraggle Pond!"
The four Fraggles picked up Wembley, and carried him back to the Great Hall. They stopped when they reached the pool.
"Okay, everybody, on my count," Red said. "One, two, three, HEAVE!"
Gobo, Mokey, Red, and Lou then flung Wembley into the pool, hoping the cold water would wake him up. When he didn't come out right away, they knew it hadn't worked. Red immediately dove in, and fished him out of the pool before he drowned.
"Well, I'm out of ideas," she said.
"What's going on, anyway?" Boober asked.
"Wembley's fallen asleep, and we can't wake him up," Mokey explained. "We've tried everything!"
"This calls for a Bleach Nut!" Boober shouted. "I'll be right back!"
"Oh no," Red groaned. "Not one of Boober's Bleach Nuts!"
"We don't have a choice," Gobo said. "If that won't wake Wembley up, nothing will!"
Boober returned to the Great Hall shortly afterward, carrying one of his foul-smelling Bleach Nuts. Nobody in the Rock liked the smell of them, but sometimes, they were good for emergencies, and not just laundry emergencies, either.
"Stand back!" Boober shouted.
The other Fraggles stood back, and Boober threw the Bleach Nut right at Wembley. When it hit the ground, it exploded into white dust, and the disgusting smell of bleach filled the air. Gobo, Mokey, Red, and Lou coughed, gagged, groaned and held their noses.
"Oh, boy, I hate the smell of Bleach Nuts in the morning!" Red groaned.
"Yeah, Gobo said, with a cough. He waved the dust away, and looked down at Wembley. Nothing had changed. He was still asleep.
"Uh oh . . . ." Mokey said.
"I thought for sure that would work!" Boober shouted. "What are we going to do now?"
"I think there's only one thing we can do," Gobo said, "and that's to see the Trash Heap! You guys stay here and keep an eye on Wembley. Come on, Lou!"
"Right," Lou said.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Red shouted. "How come she gets to go with you?"
"I can't explain it now, Red," Gobo said. "There's not a second to spare!"
And with that, Gobo and Lou raced down the tunnel that led to the Gorgs' garden. Red watched them go, and growled.
"He gets to have all the fun," she said.
"Never mind that now, Red," Mokey said. "Just help us get Wembley back to his and Gobo's cave, all right?"
"Oh, all right," Red sighed. She picked up Wembley's legs, while Mokey and Boober positioned his arms over their shoulders, and the three of them carried him to his and Gobo's room.