Wiggle’s concert
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The early morning sun rose over the Shimmering spring sand. It's gorgeous ray’s slowly lit up Wiggles warm orange fur. With a yawn she sat up in her hammock and put on her pink star sunglasses and her boa that hung on its ropes. Her paws met with the sand below her as she stood.
Gramble slept peacefully on the ground in his sleeping bag. Razzbys and kweebles snuggled up to him but scurried away into a bush when they saw Wiggle, Gramble opened his eyes sleepily as they did.
“Good morning darling!” Wiggle purred as she picked up her banjo that leaned on her hammock post.
“Oh good mornin’ Wiggle…” the pink grumpus yawned. “Yer’ up early.”
“Well of course! I just know today is the day I make my new hit single!”
Gramble gave her a warm smile “Ooooo that’s amazing Wiggle! when you're done show me what you got!”
“When I’m done I won’t just show you, I’ll show the whole world!” And with that she walked off.
When she made her way to her spot overseeing the sandy shore. She sat down on her towel, plucking at her banjo’s strings. “All I have to do is find a rhythm first and the rest will come naturally…”
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Wiggle aimlessly played her banjo. “Oh that’s not the right note…”
Twang
“Not that one..”
Pwing
“Oh come on…!”
With an angry huff she laid her banjo on the ground then sat on the ledge of her cliff, gazing upon the sandy shore and for a moment she let her mind wander. She remembered her last concert, adoring fans, flashing lights, and all the autographs she signed. It was all she could have ever asked for, but one thing was missing.
A concert worthy song, and “do the wiggle” was anything but that.
In the midst of her gazing she noticed Gramble walk across the shore with chocolate pods in his paws and kweebles following behind. He squirted some chocolate on the sand, his kweebles now swarmed around the puddle.
“Mornin’ Wiggle!” He called out to her. Her eyes met with her muse with two chocolate pods in his paws. “How’s your song goin’?”
“Worse than I hoped, darling.” She sighed as she took the pod handed to her. “I just can’t find the right rhythm! Nothing I play sounds right.”
“Hmm, maybe you need to change your instrument?” Gramble sat next to wiggle on the cliff, both watching the kweebles play with each other. “Trying something new could be just what you need.”
“But what would I use? All my instruments are in Snaxburg.” She said after squinting some chocolate syrup in her mouth
“Hmmm” Gramble said as he tapped a digit on his chin, thinking. “Oh! Watta bout’ this?” He said as he eyed the hanging instrument next to him.
“My triangle?”
“Yeah! Why not?” He picked up the triangle’s beater. “It might just do the trick.”
He gently tapped the hanging instrument with its beater.
TING
Its high note rang out across the beach and for a moment everything was silent.
“Mmhh, I don’t think the triangle is what I need. But thank you for-“ Wiggle stopped as her attention was drawn towards the water
Two Small tornados quickly appeared over the water. everything in its way twisted up into its wind, including a misfortunet crapple. Out the water emerged two waffle-like bugsnax. “Waffstackarak! Waffstackarak!” The two called
“Now what in grumps name is that?!” Wiggle yelled as the Waffstackaraks crawled their way to the shore
“Oooo I’m not sure, but they look feisty!” Gramble answered
The Waffstackaraks looked around as everything ran and hid except Gramble’s kweebles, who were too busy playing
“Waffstackarak!” The waffles cried as they began twirling their legs. A vortex appeared over their heads that began pulling in sand, seashells, and the kweebles.
“CHARWEE!!! JOEWEEE!!!!” Gramble cried as the two watched his beloved snax get pulled towards the tornado
“Gramble wait, no!” She called as Gramble ran to their aid. “You’ll get sucked up too!” Wiggle watched as her muse scooped up his two snax and tried to take them to safety, only to get himself caught in the tornado.
She had to do something and she’d have to do it fast. She snatched the triangle from its string and grabbed its beater. She stood on the rock’s ledge and held the instrument above her head
TING TING TING TING
And like that, everything stopped. The twisting legs of the Waffstackaraks stalled as they looked to where Wiggle stood. As the tornado disappeared Gramble fell to the ground, his kweebles running for the bushes
Wiggle paused for a moment, then tapped the triangle again. “Waffstackarak!” The waffles cried happily as they began to walk towards her.
“Ooohhh….” He moaned as he rubbed his head “Wiggle what are you doin’?”
“Uh I don’t know, but I have a plan!” She called, still taping the triangle. “Just go hide!” Wiggle started walking down from her spot and towards the Waffstackaraks. The two snax now cooed their names and swayed to the triangles beat as they followed Wiggle to the shore
“Follow me waffles, follow me! Follow me back to your home, to the sea from where you roam! Leave me and my muse alone, so go back to your ocean throne!” Wiggle sang desperately while ending her final line with her pointing towards the ocean
“Waffstackarak! Waffstackarak!” The snax cried happily as they began walking into the water. Wiggle watched as the two disappeared amongst the waves.
“Bravo, Wiggle! Bravo!” A voice called from behind a log, followed along with some clapping
Wiggle dropped her instrument and ran over to her muse “Gramble darling! Are you okay???”
“I’m okay. Ah, just a little sore… I’m sorry about bringin’ those snax here…”
“Oh it’s okay, darling! You were only trying to help.” She said as she pulled back Gramble’s strabby hat. “And I guess a different instrument was what I needed to make a new song.” She joked as she planted a kiss on his forehead.
“Even if it meant kinda risking ya’ life?”
Wiggle shrugged. “I’ve had worse concerts.”
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BUGSNAX COMMUNITY QUESTIONS ~ POLL #23
Letters below cut.
FILBO:
"Dear buddy,
Thanks for walking me back home, and also for saving me from the brink of starvation!
I figure since you'll be staying in snaxburg for a while, you might need some basics!
Here's a care package with everything I could scrape together. I hope you find yourself at home soon!
Best wishes XOXO,
Mayor Filbo Fiddlepie."
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WAMBUS:
"It's good to be home, Stranger. Feels like a fresh start.
If you're ever fixin' to grow a farm yourself, here's somethin' that oughta help.
- Wambus "
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BEFFICA:
"Hey, Bestie, thanks for convincing me to come back.
I forgot how nice it is to have a real bed lol!
Since I'm not camping anymore, you can borrow my old sleeping bag if you want.
;0P Enjoy!
~ Beffica "
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GRAMBLE:
"Thank you again for helping me and my little ones get to a better home.
I sent you a lantern in case you also get real scared of the dark.
Charwee, Joewee, and Ashwee send their love!
- Gramble"
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WIGGLE:
"Aloha darling, It looks like we're neighbors now!
Well, I hope you'll accept a token of my appreciation for earlier.
May this be the light of your life, and inspire you the way you inspire me!
- Wiggle"
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TRIFFANY:
"Hi there, I thought ya might need this map to help navigate the trickier trails of Snaktooth!
Y'know it feels weird bein' back in civilization, but I'm happy for it all the same.
Feel free to stop by for a chat any ol time!
- Triffany "
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CROMDO:
"Cromdo Mart is back in action and it's all thanks to you, Pal!
You can find enclosed one subscription to Cromdo's Gratitude Plant™.
Put it outside to show your friends how much I like you! And because I'm such a generous guy, your first month is totally free!!
- Cromdo"
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CHANDLO:
"Brooo, thanks again for helping me and snorpy come home!
I found a lotta choice wood up on the mountains, so if you ever need me to swap out your paneling, you let me know!
- Chandlo"
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SNORPY:
"Greetings, Chum!
I am having a fine time in Snaxburg thanks to your efforts.
I thought I would give you this random gift of news and foils because it makes for great insulation and NOT because it blocks a certain wavelength of mind beams.
Good day to you!
- Snorpington"
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FLOOFTY:
"As you are aware, I have returned to Snaxburg with your assistance.
I've been since cajoled into rewarding your efforts with a welcoming gift.
You may have this plant that I found.
- Floofty"
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SHELDA:
"In returning from the wastes, One overflows with gratitude to you who finds the lost.
May this herbaceous token bring you peace of mind, clarity, and a better overall smell.
- SHELDA"
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EGGABELL:
"Hey. Thanks for giving me the space I need and, well, for finding me in the first place.
Even though I'm still up here, I'm still thinking of all of you.
Sometimes I look at this picture to brighten up my day, and I hope it does the same for you.
- Eggabell *Sent via Filbo, Hi buddy!*"
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