Wembley watched carefully as Gobo disposed of the empty cup, then quickly slurped up the remainder of his own cocoa so he could do the same.

He liked doing the things Gobo did, sometimes - especially out here, where Gobo knew even more than he had about Fraggle Rock, it seemed. At least, he sure knew more compared to Wembley.

After a bit of walking, Wembley let out a delighted gasp - further down the street a bit, a few folks were sitting on the front steps of an apartment building. They had a phone set up to a speaker, and lively music filled the area. Wembley leaned over to tug on his friend's hand.

"Gobo, Gobo, look!"