"Jessa, my darling,"
Boober looked at what he had just written on paper and huffed.
"This is too mushy," he griped before erasing the words and replacing them with something else.
"For a beautiful Fraggle who makes me,"
Boober hit a roadblock and paused his writing to think of what else to write.
"Makes me..." Boober thought out loud while tapping his pencil against his chin.
But he had a hard time deciding how to phrase it. Before an idea could come to him, Wembley barged in, startling Boober and prompting him to snatch his would-be love letter and hide it behind his back.
"Wembley, how often have I told you to knock before coming in."
"Sorry Boober," Wembley replied before noticing the paper in his hand. "What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That paper in your hand."
"Oh, uh... nothing."
Darn it! Boober looked away in embarrassment, hoping Wembley would just get on with whatever he needed. But he just stared at him in confusion.
"Okay, fine," Boober began. "It's a love letter to Jessa."
"You're finally going to tell her?"
"Y-yeah. I figured 'why not,' you know. It's only a matter of time before somebody else steals her heart."
Boober didn't mention Red, or that she told him to finally make a move.
"Have you written anything good?" Wembley asked.
"That's the problem," Boober lamented. "I can't think of how to express my feelings to her."
Wembley wasn't sure how to help Boober with this kind of stuff as he showed his friend the paper.
"Maybe I should visit the Trash Heap," Boober told him. "She might know a thing or two about romance."
"Yeah, she might."
"Let's go."
"Hey, why are you dragging me out to the gorg's garden?"
"Because it's scary out there alone."
The boys went outside to the Trash Heap, narrowly avoiding Junior Gorg on their way.
"Boober, you must be desperate if you're willing to almost get thumped by a gorg," Wembley said as they ran the rest of the way.
Maybe he was desperate, but Boober couldn't suffer through another Valentine's Day of being a sap who was too afraid to confess his love to Jessa. He needed the Trash Heap's advice. He and Wembley reached her spot and were greeted by Philo and Gunge.
"You are in the presence of, the all-knowing, Trash Heap. Meh!
Marjorie rose from the ground and saw two Fraggles standing before her.
"Please, Madame Trash Heap," Boober began, taking Wembley by surprise. "I need advice on how to tell someone I love them."
Marjorie hummed for a minute before speaking.
"Win them over by impressing them with your skills. Be yourself, and be romantic."
Boober stared at her momentarily, not knowing what to make of this advice. What skills did he have that Jessa found impressive? More importantly, how could Boober be himself without wanting to smooch her? Considering how badly he wanted to snuggle her, it was amazing how much willpower he had.
"The Trash Heap has spoken," Gunge and Philo said before Boober had a chance to reply.
"Thank you, Madame Trash Heap," Wembley thanked Boober on his behalf before they left.
"Impress her with my skills?" Boober finally asked. "How is that going to make Jessa fall in love with me?"
"Jessa likes your cooking," Wembley pointed out.
Boober groaned. Sure, he loved seeing Jessa enjoy the dishes he made, but how was that going to impress her?
"I guess I'll have to come up with something."