Gobo had taken Louie around to all his favorite spots, and even introduced him to other Fraggles of his extended friend group (and Marlon). In the past, perhaps, Fraggles might've been afraid at such a strange Silly Creature in their midst, but times had changed, and they were all too happy to include him along- as Mokey had said, any friend of Gobo's seemed a friend of theirs.

But time wore on and soon it was time for sleep. For Gobo, the only place Louie could be was his old bed, it was only hospitable. Sure, it begged the question where HE was gonna sleep, but he'd figure that out later. At the moment, there was something on his mind, so after bidding his friend goodnight (and a whispered one to Wembley, who was zonked out the moment his head hit the pillow, it seemed), he wandered back out into the tunnels. Even the Ditzies were starting to turn in, so he carried a lantern with him that cast a gentle, orangeish glow over the rocks, and easily let him see who he was looking for, sitting in a secluded part of the Rock.

"Hey, Mokey!" His voice was cheery but quiet, mindful of the sleeping population around them. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"