Unfortunately, "him time" wasn't to be, unless one stretched the definition anyway. A head popped up out of a tunnel several yards from Fraggle Home- was that there earlier? -and looked around, cautious prairie dog-style. Seeing what he was searching for, he all but vaulted the rest of the way out of it and cross the grass.

"Gobo! GoboGoboGobo-WHOOP-" The unintentional mimicry of Wembley was strengthened by him falling flat when he tripped over a small rock. He lay there a moment, blinking, then got up on hands and feet, shook himself all over, and then resumed running over, hopping up some with a wave. "Gobo! I've got some news!"