Meanwhile, Wembley was peacefully alone at Fraggle Home. He'd had several ideas for what to do with having the place to himself for a bit, but - unable to settle on one - he hadn't done much of anything until he'd gotten hungry.

Now, though, he was munching on a leaf of lettuce with a smile, settled in on the couch - he loved Boober and all, but while he was out Wembley could eat wherever he pleased, which was nice.