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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[moneymatters]

He considered that, watching them both again as he thought. Gobo had fallen silent, still holding onto his tail from before.

At a thought, Scrooge turned back.

"So, you said it was the music that had triggered it?"

[takeittothebridge]

He nodded. "Yeah. We figured out my Fraggle song, and it triggered it." He frowned curiously. "Although it's kinda weird. I've been playing that kinda thing for a while, but that's never happened before."

[moneymatters]

"Huhmm." He rubbed his beak, thinking. Wonder if... "What was different about it this time?"

[takeittothebridge]

"Well...I guess hearing it with other music."

[gobetween]

He rubbed his snout, thinking. Fraggle magic... Fraggles have magic about connections... And if the music triggered it...

"Hey!" He snapped his fingers, looking up. "I bet you needed a Fraggle to do it in the first place!"

[takeittothebridge]

He glanced at Gobo curiously. "A Fraggle? How so?"