Jessa eyed the gorg before her, Wembley, and Mokey. He was extremely tall and somewhat rotund. He had no pants on, sporting only a beige shirt and shoes the same color as his long shaggy fur.
"So that's what a gorg looks like," Jessa said indifferently.
"You Fwaggles think you're so smart, sneaking into our garden and stealing our radishes."
"Excuse me, I thought us Fraggles had as much rights to this garden as you do," Jessa replied to him in a sassy tone. "And besides, we kind of need this."
"For what?" Junior asked her.
"For nourishment."
Jessa continued leading the way back to the rock, Mokey and Wembley behind her. But they didn't make it very far before Junior used his club to thump them. Luckily though, he missed by an inch.
"Is that an invitation to a fight?" Jessa inquired firmly.
"Jessa, no," Mokey pleaded, but to no avail.
She sat the radish down and walked closer to the gorg.
"These veggies must be a big deal to you if you must kill everything to keep them."
Before Junior could come up with a decent comeback, Jessa took out her sword, which grew until it was 100x its original size, surprising the other two Fraggles.
"I didn't know Jessa's sword could do that," Wembley whispered to Mokey.
"You want a butt whooping, big guy?" Jessa asked threateningly. "Now you're going to get one!"
Not even a second later, Jessa and Junior were going at it. With him distracted, Mokey saw her chance and directed Wembley to roll the radish back to the rock entrance. When they finally arrived, they stayed and watched Jessa take on the gorg. It was a pretty intense fight, though neither showed any signs of injury yet.
"I'm gonna get you Fwaggles!" Junior declared.
He tried to thump Jessa again, but she jammed her sword into the end of it.
"Thump this, you homicidal maniac!" She said before her weapon emitted an electric shock.
The current was strong enough to destroy Junior's club, making it explode into tiny pieces and startling him.
"You broke my club!" He griped.
"Yeah, and I will gladly destroy any other weapons you have," Jessa replied.
"Junior!" Pa Gorg shouted from inside. "What's all that racket out there?!"
"Nothing Dad! Just playing with some Fwaggles."
"Yeah, 'playing,'" Jessa scoffed.
During this exchange, she leaped up into the Nirvana tree and landed on a branch. Meanwhile, Boober showed up upon seeing the radish.
"Oh good, you 3 got my radish," He said before noticing Jessa's absence. "Where's Jessa?"
"Out there with the gorg," Wembley answered him.
"WHAT?!"
Boober ran over to peek outside to see if he could spot her, but she was nowhere to be found.
"Jessa!" Boober shouted, only for Mokey to cover his mouth and silence him.
"Don't let the gorg hear us," she whispered to him.
Boober nodded but kept his eyes peeled for wherever Jessa was hiding. At least he hoped she was hiding and not dead somewhere. Once Junior could get his father off his back, he turned around to face Jessa, only to find her missing.
"Where did she go?" He asked himself before wandering around the garden. "Come out, little Fwaggle."
Jessa watched him from above on her tree branch, snickering the whole time. After a few minutes, she made her sword shapeshift into a mallet, though it remained huge. Upon seeing the light from her sword changing forms, Boober sighed in relief.
"Good, she hasn't been eaten by the gorg," he said quietly.
Junior rummaged through the radish patch, unaware of what was going to happen next. Jessa swung her giant mallet and hit him in his behind, causing him to yell and fall forward. Junior fell face-first into the mud pile beside the radishes. Jessa snickered and hopped out of the Nirvana tree, walking back to the rock where the other Fraggles were. But Junior got up and chased after her again, grabbing a nearby stick.
"I'm going to get you, Fwaggle!" He shouted, now irritated.
"Yeah, I'd like to see you try, you giant stooge!" Jessa shouted back before turning to run the other way.
Junior nearly slipped but didn't fall as he ran in the same direction as her. Boober watched in horror, wondering what the hell his crush was doing. Wembley and Mokey had the same reactions, and soon enough all 3 of them were yelling for Jessa to watch out.
"Jessa, look out!" Mokey shouted as Boober groaned nervously.
Jessa dodged Junior's attacks, much to everyone's relief. She even went as far as to transform her mallet back into a sword and use the electric shock to shoot at him. Boober hid behind the rock when he saw this happen, only to peek out later when he heard Junior scream. Jessa struck him in the stomach with yet another lightning bolt from her sword and Junior hyperventilated, falling to his knees and shedding a tear. Boober's jaw dropped, Mokey gasped, and Wembley almost felt sorry for Junior. But Jessa had no mercy in her eyes as she stared him down.
"It's all fun and games until it happens to you," she said apathetically.
Junior's breathing eased as Jessa walked closer to him.
"If I were you, I would stick to picking on someone your own size," she said in a grim tone before walking off.
By this point, the pain had subsided in Junior's stomach as he exhaled in relief and stood up.
"You're definitely not a Fwaggle," he said, his strength not in his voice yet.
Jessa kept walking on, not even looking back at Junior. Of course, what he said was partially true. Jessa was only half Fraggle. The other half of her heritage was something else. Something that she didn't want the other fraggles to know about. If they knew, then they would be terrified of her. Jessa sighed before she held up her colossal sword as it shrunk back down to its original size, tucking it into her holster as she finally came back to the rock.
"I thought you killed him!" Mokey said to her.
"No Mokey, he's very much alive."
"But you hit the gorg. We saw you," Wembley replied, still a little shaken from what happened.
"No, I hit him with a lightning strike from my sword. It only hurts for a few seconds."
"How bad does it hurt?" Boober asked her.
"It depends on the severity of one's malevolence. And judging by his reaction, I'd say that gorg has a bone to pick with every single fraggle in this rock."
Boober shuddered at the thought of being tortured by the gorgs.
"I don't understand why though."
"Nobody does," Mokey added. "That's just how it's been for years."
"Years?" Jessa asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jessa had some knowledge of the gorg's nature, but she hadn't known them to be this vicious. She thought back on her battle with Junior that happened just a few seconds ago while Wembley and Mokey lifted the radish.
"Jessa," Mokey began while struggling to lift. "We need your strength here."
Jessa obliged, placing her hands on the radish and lifting it with more ease than anyone else. Seeing her physical strength, Boober blushed and watched her in awe, his tail wagging once again. He could have sworn he felt his baloobius glow.
"Boober, where do you want this radish?" Wembley asked, grunting from the strain of the radish.
"Huh?" Boober asked absentmindedly before coming back to his senses. "Oh, in the kitchen. Come on."
Boober led the way while Jessa, Wembley, and Mokey hauled the giant radish to where he wanted it.