Despite his confidence in Wembley's ability to do it and the promise to catch him if he fell, he still watched him almost worriedly as the other Fraggle shimmied up the tree. Each slip got a half-step forward, then a pull back as Wembley continued ascending.

Once he got up there, Gobo went over beneath the branch and held the long knit scarf out across his arms again. A minute or two of the jiggling and an apple fell, caught in the middle of the scarf "hammock" after a dive toward it. Laughing some, he folded his arms in and let the apple roll to the ground, then stood back up and readied himself.

"Again, Wembley! Keep going!"