And it's somethin' true to pass on down to generations yet to come

[takeittothebridge]

Sitting in the garden by a rather familiar tunnel, Bridge played his harmonica, hoping to draw out a certain visitor. He had some news he wanted to tell him, and was hoping that the Fraggle would be able to hear the music and come drop by for a visit.

And despite appearing calm on the outside, he couldn't help buzzing a bit with excitement.

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[gobetween]

He glanced up at that with a warmer smile. "Yeah. I know the feeling."

Then, another soft laugh. "You know what this means, right? You've gotta come down to Fraggle Rock!"

[takeittothebridge]

Looking at Gobo, he then glanced at the tunnel entrance. "Well...I think Uncle Scrooge does still have that shrinking machine."

[gobetween]

"Aww c'mon, it's not that bad. Once you get through the entrance, the tunnels are plenty big enough! And Fraggle Rock itself is huge."

[takeittothebridge]

He snickered. "Yeah, but I still have to get through the entrance in the first place."

[gobetween]

"You know, my buddy Sprocket got into the tunnels once just by digging his own hole above one. Maybe you could do that, eh?"

[takeittothebridge]

He thought about that for a moment. "I could give it a try. Though honestly, the shrinking machine might be easier."

[gobetween]

"Getting shrunk is bad news if you ask me, but if you're confident enough that it'll work, then that's good enough for me."

[takeittothebridge]

"Depends on how it's done. I'll double check with Uncle Scrooge to see if the shrinker is working properly. If not, I'll try digging."

[gobetween]

He nodded brightly, satisfied. "Deal!"

[takeittothebridge]

With a grin, he closed the file. "All right, lemme go check with him."

Brushing himself off, he started making his way back towards the house.

[gobetween]

He started off after Bridge, braked, doubled back to get the eggplant again, then raced to catch up.

Man, today was turning into a good day!

[takeittothebridge]

Once they were inside, Bridge double checked the different rooms, looking for where Scrooge would be. When he wasn't in the others, Bridge headed for the study, knocking on the door.

"Uncle Scrooge?"

[moneymatters]

"Come in!" Bridge is going to find Scrooge at work sorting out the drawers in his desk, though when he saw them both enter he set down what he was holding and pushed back from it, stepping over.

"Ahh, hello you two. What can I help you with?"

[takeittothebridge]

"Hey, Uncle Scrooge. Do you know if the shrinking machine is working?"

[moneymatters]

"The shrinking machine?" He glanced from Bridge to Gobo beside him, practically abuzz with energy, and he laughed inwardly. Ah, he could guess what this was about.

"Why d'you ask?"

[takeittothebridge]

"Well, y'know how we found that one of my ancestors is a Fraggle? Gobo wants me to meet the other Fraggles down in Fraggle Rock. I was hoping to use the shrinking machine to get through the tunnel entrance."

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[moneymatters]

"I thought that might be it." He rested his arms behind him, rocking on his feet a bit. "Ayye, the shrinking machine is in workin' order, but why not try for a Fraggle form o' your very own?"

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[gobetween]

That's the second time today he's nearly choked on his snack.

"Someone can just- do that?"

[takeittothebridge]

Bridge frowned, blinking in surprise. "You think I could? Wouldn't the blood be diluted too much?"

[moneymatters]

"Haven't you learned anythin' by now?" It wasn't a true chastising though, as he laughed some, spreading his hands. "Magic sticks around! Look at how it's carried through the McDuck line, no matter how much the blood spread out over the centuries. Or how even temporary shapes become permanent possible transformations, like the merduck.

"Why, a secret inner form could even be why you've had trouble with the duck from time to time. Getting your wires crossed, so to speak."

[takeittothebridge]

His frown deepened slightly, glancing from Gobo to Scrooge. "I mean...I guess I could try it. But I wouldn't really know what I'm feeling for."

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[moneymatters]

"Well, we do have somethin' of an expert here. Gobo? What makes a Fraggle, a Fraggle?"

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[gobetween]

Suddenly put on the spot, he found himself stammering a moment before finally managing to talk. "Well, uh- Music, I guess. B-but not just any music! Every Fraggle's got their own inner song, which you find by listening to yourself."

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[moneymatters]

"Then there you go! Bridge, I know it might seem like a difficult task when you've already written so many songs that come from you, but finding your 'Fraggle song' might be a place to start."

[takeittothebridge]

He looked between them again, his expression thoughtful. "Well..." he said after a long moment. "I guess it's worth a shot. Thanks, Uncle Scrooge."