Fraggle Rock Short Stories

Lost and Found

On a warm and sunny day, Mokey Fraggle was sitting in the Gorgs' Garden, sitting under her favorite tree, writing in her diary. She enjoyed the beauty and peace of the garden, taking in all the sights and sounds. The soft twittering of birds, the gentle breeze blowing through her hair, the smell of green moss, and the soothing sound of water flowing from the nearby stream. Mokey always felt at peace there, like she had nothing to worry about. She was just finishing up her entry when she heard two young voices crying out for help. Her head jerked towards their direction, where they were coming from. "Hello!" she called out. "Can you hear me?" There was no response but more cries for help. Her heart skipped a beat and her mind went blank with terror. She started walking toward the sound. The crying became louder. Soon, she found two young Fraggles, trapped in a Fraggle trap. The children appeared to be no older than five years old. They were curled up together in one corner of the Fraggle trap, their bodies shaking and quivering with fear. They were covered in sweat and dirt. Their clothes hung off them in tatters. The little girl turned towards Mokey and asked "Are you here to help us?" Tears streaked down her dirty face as her voice came out weak and trembling. Mokey nodded. "Yes I am," she replied in a soft, reassuring tone. "What's your name?" she added. "I'm Azalea."  was the little girl's reply. A smile formed on Mokey's face and she replied "Is that your brother?" Azalea nodded and replied. "His name is Aspen. What's your name?" "I'm Mokey. Where are your parents? Are you lost?" Azalea shook her head in despair. "Our mama and papa were thumped by the Gorg. They didn't survive." Mokey rested her hand on her heart. She clearly felt sorry for the children. "You poor little dears. How long have you been stuck here?" Azalea sniffled and looked at her younger brother. "I think it's been one week. Papa says if we don't get rescued soon, the Gorg will leave us here to starve." "I won't let that happen." Mokey cried, tears forming in her own eyes. She quickly wiped her tears away before anyone noticed. "I'm going to rescue you and your brother. Then you can live with me and my family.'' Azalea smiled at this and Aspen smiled too. Mokey's heart swelled with warmth as she saw the gratitude in Azalea's eyes. The weight of the children's tragic circumstances hung heavily in the air, but in that moment, a glimmer of hope shone through. "Thank you so much," Azalea whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and disbelief. Mokey crouched down beside the trapped siblings, her gentle smile radiating a sense of reassurance. "Of course, my dear. I'll get you out of here, I promise." She glanced around, assessing the situation. The Fraggle trap was a crude contraption made of gnarled roots and sturdy vines, designed to ensnare unsuspecting Fraggles who ventured too close to the Gorgs' territory. With a determined expression, Mokey began to inspect the trap, searching for weak points or any sign of an escape route. Her fingers traced the rough edges of the roots, feeling for any loose sections that could be pried apart. As she worked, she couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for the brave young siblings who had endured such hardship.

 Mokey's thoughts were consumed with finding a way to set Azalea and Aspen free. She knew she couldn't do it alone, though. Mokey  gathered her friends to help with the rescue mission. Without hesitation, Wembley, Boober, Red, and Gobo rallied around Mokey, their unwavering loyalty evident in their determined gazes. Together, they formed a united front, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Back at the Fraggle trap, Mokey led her friends to Azalea and Aspen, their hearts brimming with compassion. The children's eyes widened with a mixture of awe and gratitude as they saw the group of Fraggles gathered to help them. A sense of belonging and hope settled upon them, weaving a tapestry of comfort and security. With their combined strength and resourcefulness, the Fraggle friends worked tirelessly to dismantle the trap. Their hands moved with precision and purpose, untangling the roots and vines that held Azalea and Aspen captive. As the last obstacle was overcome, a collective cheer erupted from the group, filling the air with a chorus of triumph. Mokey embraced Azalea and Aspen, tears of joy streaming down her face. The children clung to her tightly, their bodies trembling with a mix of relief and newfound hope. "You're safe now," Mokey whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "You're part of our Fraggle family, and we'll always take care of you." The garden seemed to sigh with contentment as the Fraggle friends and the rescued siblings made their way back to Fraggle Rock. The warm sun continued to bathe the surroundings, casting a radiant glow that mirrored the love and compassion that now enveloped Azalea and Aspen. And as they ventured forward, hand in hand, a new chapter unfolded for these brave young souls, where the beauty of the garden merged with the warmth and love of their newfound family. A tale of resilience, friendship, and the unwavering belief that even in the darkest of times, hope would always guide them home.