You can count on me for a helping hand.

[strikesachord]

From the moment the baby had born, Frizzle had become Gobo's pride and joy, and it really seemed that the feeling spread through all of the others, not just Mokey. And while Gobo appreciated everyone's love for their son, and all the help they offered, he couldn't help notice there was a bit less help when Frizzle woke up before dawn, screaming and crying.

He didn't blame them, honestly, but it would have been nice... Ah, well.

He and Mokey were quite tired after a particularly bad string of nights, and Gobo had insisted Mokey get some sleep now that the day had really begun. He'd take care of Frizzle, while the others were still catching up on their own sleep at the Manor. It wasn't even leadership duties... It was what a father did.

He was rocking Frizzle in his arms, hoping he could catch up on sleep as well, when he heard a knock on the door. Were the others back already- Maybe just Boober? Boober might knock, Wembley and Red never did.

"Come in!"

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[gobetween]

The door opened and it was a Fraggle face that peered in, but none of the ones he might've been expecting. Spotting Gobo, he waved, voice quiet, not quite coming in yet. After all, he wasn't sure if the coast was clear.

"Hey! I was hoping to catch you before the others woke up..." Seeing Frizzle as well, there was a little sweetness to his smile, fingers wagging a bit even if he couldn't see him from there. God but the puffling was so adorable.