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When it's nice and bright, and it brings delight, let your heart choose right
Scrooge huffed as he wandered through the garden, picking up another scattered leaf. This went into a basket he was carrying, which was already full of torn and chewed stems, roots divorced from their vegetables, and other torn leaves left behind. Spotting something in the soil, he bent to examine a clear print left among the other, more smudged ones he had been seeing.
"Ah-hah. I had a feeling." Standing back up with some effort, he resumed his cleaning. "Goin' to have to set some bigger traps..." And other such mutterings under his breath, most not repeatable in this post made for the reading of mixed company.
"Ah-hah. I had a feeling." Standing back up with some effort, he resumed his cleaning. "Goin' to have to set some bigger traps..." And other such mutterings under his breath, most not repeatable in this post made for the reading of mixed company.
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Adventure had never been her favorite thing.
One constant, however, was Unca Scrooge. He'd always been someone she could go to when she was feeling unsure... Or, on days like today, when she was simply in the mood for company. She'd found her own social circle here, sure, but few understood her as well as Scrooge.
When she saw the old duck with his basket, muttering away, she blinked curiously as she leaned against the outside of the garden fence. "Everything okay, Unca Scrooge?"
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Turning, he waved at the garden around him. "Just look. Tomatoes taken, radishes robbed, and potatoes pilfered! I wish I'd caught the little thief, I'd have a word or three for it." Growling some, he snatched the greens off the ground and stuffed them into the basket at his elbow.
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"Four-letter words, I'm sure," she said, shaking her head. "Come on, Unca Scrooge, garden pests aren't that big a deal."
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"Fraggles are annoying vermin, and they have a voracious appetite. All that's missing here probably went down one bastard's throat. If it strikes again, we'll be out o' a vegetable garden!"
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"I see where that would cause problems, but I have no idea what Fraggles even are."
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That last word got a meaningful lean toward her, before he waved a finger. "In all my years, I've seen exactly one Fraggle. They're extremely quick, magical, and live underground. But you certainly feel their effects on your garden, when one's in the neighborhood."
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"Sounds weird. And you've never had this kinda problem with them before?" she asked, brushing back her bangs. She couldn't help wondering what might've changed...
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"I s'pose I should put all this on the compost heap. Keep an eye on the rest of the garden in case the Fraggle comes back."
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Ooh that did not get a good reaction. Not that she'd been expecting one, of course, but she stood by her advice. A little eyeroll before she turned her attention to the vegetable patch.
It was boring, and her hand twitched toward the pocket her phone was in- Wait, speaking of twitches, had that plant moved? Maybe...?
And then it was gone, pulled down through the ground below.
"Oh, come on!"
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An adjacent one trembled, shaking up its whole length.
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"Oh, no you don't!" She gripped it firmly with both hands and tugged it back up. "Get back here, Fraggle!"
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And hanging onto the end of it, blinking wide eyes at her, was a furry creature with a big nose and a long tail, looking quite surprised at being pulled up.
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"Alright, fuzzy, you're caught," she said, her beak curling in a smirk.
There was just one problem, one she wasn't too keen on letting the Fraggle see: She had no idea what to do next.
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"Got you, you little blighter!" A bit of a shake, not enough to hurt him but at least to make his point. "Do you know the damage you've caused??"
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And if he could understand what she was saying, Lexi was certain she could talk her way through this.
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"Alright. Just take it somewhere far past my property." Leaning down, he poked him in the stomach with a glare. "And if you come back-!"
A slash across his throat, then he yanked up the empty basket off the ground and stomped off back to the manor.
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"That's Unca Scrooge," she explained, glancing down at him. "He's a bit rough, but I'm sure you and I can come to some sort of agreement here. You talk, Fraggle?"
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"Still, we'll figure something out - my name's Lexi, by the way. And you know, Fuzzy, we do have a problem here. Unca Scrooge may have overreacted, but let's face it... You're a thief," she stated casually.
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"Gobo." A pause, then he put a hand on her. "Lexi." It was a little thick on the X, but he managed it; he put that same hand on himself. "Gobo."
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"So you're smarter than you look... Hello, Gobo."
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"So Gobo... Obviously, you're going to have to find a new place to get your food. I mean, Scrooge is good for his word. But he also never forgets a debt. You're going to have to find a way to pay him back." She smirked as she shifted her hold on Gobo to a one-handed one, her free hand tapping the tip of her beak.
"What do Fraggles have access to that's valuable? You live underground, right? That's what Unca Scrooge said. Any access to jewels, or rare minerals?"
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