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Making Christmas
Today was supposed to be a pretty good day. While "any excuse for a party" was the lifesblood of a Fraggle, Gobo usually preferred leaving the decorating to someone else. But today was different. One, it'd be with one of his closest (non-Fraggle) friends and two, it would involve learning about a new holiday. So, it wasn't long after receiving the note that he popped out of the Fraggle Hole in Scrooge's backyard, heading up to the mansion doors.
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“Hey, Gobo.”
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"Deja vu. Heya, Bridge!"
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He led Gobo through the house and into the main parlor, where a bare tree stood on one side of the room and surrounded by various boxes.
“...sometimes, it’s a matter of fitting all the decorations on it, though.”
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"Ahh, yeah I could see where that would be a problem." He snickered and walked over to one of the boxes, leaning to peek inside. "So, where do we start?"
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"I might need a boost for more than a couple feet, but I'll try." He laughed softly.
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"Sure! It'll be easier than scaling down the Great Hall."
Keeping the string tight in one hand, once Bridge boosted him to the top of the tree he wound it around the thin part and fastened it in place. From there he carefully made his way down through the tree, pulling the lights around after him, occasionally pausing to readjust based on remarks from Bridge. It only took a couple minutes before he popped out the bottom, took a moment to shake himself all over, and walked toward Bridge.
"There! How's it look?"
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Walking over to the wall, he plugged it in, causing the multiple colors to light up.
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"Whoa... Look at those lights!"
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"Yeah, getting Boober out might be a struggle, but it'd be worth it."
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He paused, drumming his fingers on his snout in thought for a moment, then snickered. "Provided he follows a recipe for it. Boober's food when he goes 'off the book' isn't usually the best."
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Pulling over one of the boxes, he retrieved some ornaments and handed one to Gobo. “Here...find a good place to hang this.”
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