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Give me one and give me two, cover me with muck and goo.
The birthday campout hadn't quite gone as planned, but it had fueled Lexi and Gobo's friendship enough that, when the idea of a do-over came up, Lexi ultimately agreed to it. After all, she'd only spent a few hours outside on Gobo's birthday. That had been over a week ago, too.
And the first day of the trip hadn't been too bad, she had to admit. They'd picked a different place this time, a spot outside the Other Duckburg where Louie had suggested there might be arrowheads to be found that she could sell for a pretty good price. Sure, the craggy landscape had left Lexi a little concerned about sleeping comfortable, but once she was in her sleeping bag that night, she'd actually been out like a light.
She slept in late the next morning, too, even through several minutes of someone calling her for help... But when the cries did get through to her mind, she awoke with a jolt.
"Gobo? Oh man!" She scrambled out of the sleeping bag and made her way toward the source. It couldn't have just been a relaxed, lucrative little trip, now could it? Great.
And the first day of the trip hadn't been too bad, she had to admit. They'd picked a different place this time, a spot outside the Other Duckburg where Louie had suggested there might be arrowheads to be found that she could sell for a pretty good price. Sure, the craggy landscape had left Lexi a little concerned about sleeping comfortable, but once she was in her sleeping bag that night, she'd actually been out like a light.
She slept in late the next morning, too, even through several minutes of someone calling her for help... But when the cries did get through to her mind, she awoke with a jolt.
"Gobo? Oh man!" She scrambled out of the sleeping bag and made her way toward the source. It couldn't have just been a relaxed, lucrative little trip, now could it? Great.
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That is, until he didn't see the drop-off over a ridge, thanks to the pre-dawn dimming the view. The good thing was, the actual drop was short. The bad thing, the very bad thing, was that it was into a natural ditch filled with bubbled up tar.
At least that was pretty shallow...?
After landing with what must've been the world's thickest splash- more of a splootch, really -he tried to get to his feet. It was a struggle, but he managed it after a short while. Panting softly, he looked up and assessed his situation. He was out here but Lexi didn't know it. He was up to his knees in tar, which was already covering over half of his body just from the landing. Any clear ground was too far away to grab easily, though perhaps he could struggle his way there...
That consisted of the first good while. Tugging and pulling at his feet, legs, and tail whenever it got bogged down, trying to get to the nearest patch of solid ground. Unfortunately, the sun was already several degrees above the horizon by the time he gave up, slumping down a little into the muck, breathing heavily. Okay, hope's not dead yet. He wasn't that far from camp, right? Lexi could hbopefully hear him if he called for help, which is what consisted of the next little while of his predicamet.
He was just about to give up that too, for hoarseness and breathlessness if nothing else, when he actually heard her in response. One more call, "OVER HERE!" and then he set about trying to get to his feet again.
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And despite everything, she breathed a sigh of relief. This was going to be a pain, for sure, but it was something she could figure out her way through. If something or someone had been actively trying to harm Gobo, it would've been way worse.
"Are you okay?" she called down, cupping her hands around her beak.
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"And getting tired..." A sharp exhale, more venting to himself than anything else.
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Dry? His tone? No, must be the exhaustion of trying to get out.
"Can you get a rope from camp, or something?"
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"So, you wanted a rope?"
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"I'll be right back, Gobo!" she sing-songed, before she lost the willpower to hold back laughter. She did, at least, go to get the rope - coming back quickly, of course.
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When she returned and tossed him one end of the rope, he wrapped it around his arm and wrist, then grabbed on with both hands.
"Alright, pull!"
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Then she had to scramble away as she realized, no it hadn't, and she was about to get hit with one very mucked-up Fraggle.
"Oh, jeez-!"
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"Great." He sat up with some difficulty, if only because the tar on the back of his head wanted to stay on the ground, feeling like it nearly took his scalp with it. "Now I'm covered in goo and sand."
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Well, that, and once she was hadn't wound up with any tar on herself.
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He struggled a bit to get up, failed, and fell onto his front, strands of tar splatting out on impact.
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The other words were breathed out too, mind. He was absolutely wiped, and it was still only mid-morning. There was a long day of cleaning the tar out of his fur before him, and on realizing that he closed his eyes with a low groan through closed mouth.
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"You want me to call Unca Scrooge?"
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"Yes. Let's get it over with."
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"Just because there's been ones before doesn't make this aaaannnny easier to deal with."
While Lexi was busy with the phonecall he got to his feet again, and started trying to free his tail from the ground. Maybe if he worked bit by bit off with his fingers, he wouldn't leave much fur behind...
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"Dude, you're going to make it worse, stop it," she said - her tone actually quite gentle, even sympathetic... That was entirely genuine, too.
So was her satisfaction, though, when she remembered and began to hum a particular tune.
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"Don't you even start-!!"
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A moment's pause, and then she went all the way, singing out the song - not only loudly, but intentionally off-key.
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"Well, you shouldn't have taught me the song, then!"
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