Fraggle Rock

Everyone:
[everyone is singing the opening theme] Down at Fraggle Rock.

Boober Fraggle:
Down at Fraggle Rock! [Boober puts his face in his hands]

Pa Gorg:
Son, it's time we had a talk.

Junior Gorg:
Oh boy! Is this *that* talk?

Pa Gorg:
Yes. It's time you've learned how to rule the universe.

Junior Gorg:
Oh, this is *that* talk.

Marjorie the Trash Heap:
We cannot leave the magic!

Boober Fraggle:
[the fraggles have found Sprocket's ball, which has rolled through the Fraggle hole] Ugh! It's a hideous round thing!

Junior Gorg:
Look, Ma! I got a Fraggle!

Ma Gorg:
Aaaaaah!

Pa Gorg:
Junior, are you sure this isn't another one of your dumb hair-brained schemes?

Junior Gorg:
No, Pa, this is one of my smart hair-brained schemes!

Ma Gorg:
Our little Junior's growing up!

Pa Gorg:
I think he's too big already!

Cotterpin:
Architecture was meant to be enjoyed.

Mokey Fraggle:
It was rapturous!

Red Fraggle:
Is "rapturous" the same as "boring"?

Wembley Fraggle:
I don't think so.

Red Fraggle:
Then she's wrong.

'Doc':
Sometimes I wonder why I keep a dog here at all!

Uncle Travelling Matt:
The magic is always there, as long as we keep looking for it...

Gobo Fraggle:
Gobo's the name, adventure's the game! Ah, there's the greaseberry bush. When you got all the moves, you just can't lose!

Gobo Fraggle:
[sadly sings as he is trapped in a Gorg's cage] I thought I was so clever/I thought I was so smart/I thought I had a map that leads to everybody's heart/But I got wise to myself/I got no answers anymore/And now I'm anybody's baby/'Cause I don't know how to get up off the floor/Oh, no, I don't know how to go one/How to go on one single day more.

Ma Gorg:
[as Gobo cries] Do I hear crying? Oh, to a mother, there is no more terrible sound than this one.

[comes out of the castle]

Ma Gorg:
Oh, I cannot bear the sound of tears. I must ease the pain of whoever...

[she sees Gobo in a Gorg's trap]

Ma Gorg:
[screams] A FRAGGLE!

[runs back inside]

Gobo Fraggle:
[after Ma Gorg releases him] Gorg butter. Yuck!

Boober Fraggle:
Warning! Warning to all!

[accidentally trips over Red]

Boober Fraggle:
Oh, sorry. Excuse me. Sorry. Listen, everybody, I just read in my book of superstitions that it's unlucky to tug your tail.

Wembley Fraggle:
Unlucky to do this?

[Wembley tugs on his tail]

Boober Fraggle:
[freaks out] Don't do that! It'll bring death and pestilence!

Wembley Fraggle:
'Death and pestilence'? What, just from doing this?

[Wembley tugs on Boober's tail making him scream, Gobo and Wembley laugh]

Boober Fraggle:
*Wembley*!

Boober Fraggle:
[singing with amnesia] I'm a little stewpot/laundry is my name/boo-boos are my job here/la-la not the same/when I set a germ free/something whispers 'whee'/I make friends with germy/He makes friends with me/I love to squash rocks/sitting on the floor/cooking little Fraggles/that's what life is for/and when I think back/something, something clear/you are Boober Fraggle/I must cook you here

[last lines, after Doc plays the calliope made with pipes and party favors]

Doc:
[to Sprocket] From this moment forth, the piano was obsolete!

[Doc finishes his music and laughs as Sprocket looks at the camera in embarrassment]

Wembley Fraggle:
[accidentally wipes juice off the ruined blanket with Boober's speech paper] What a mess.

Boober Fraggle:
[scares Wembley] WEMBLEY! My speech!

Mokey Fraggle:
Uh, Wembley? Wembley, what does it say on page 62?

Wembley Fraggle:
Uh, well, I think it says, uh, 'bliffenstimmers'.

[all the Fraggles laugh out loud]

Red Fraggle:
We're running out of air. What do you think it's like to die?

Boober Fraggle:
I don't know, Red. I don't think anybody does. You know, I remember this one day, I was doing my laundry, and then this big soap bubble floated right up from the tub, and there is was, in front of my face, beautiful and shiny, and then it was gone.

[Red cries]

Boober Fraggle:
Red, don't be sad.

Red Fraggle:
I can't help it.

Boober Fraggle:
It was fun while it lasted...

Boober Fraggle:
On my birthday I worry about the grim reaper.

Mokey Fraggle:
But Boober, the time to worry about the grim reaper is when you stop having birthdays.

Mokey Fraggle:
Oh, Red!

Red Fraggle:
Hi...

Mokey Fraggle:
Is that for Gobo?

Red Fraggle:
[disapprovingly] Oh, yeah. He had this sudden craving for parsnip stew right after I finished making him some rutabaga soup.

Mokey Fraggle:
Oh, Red, don't be so hard on him. Being sick can be very difficult.

Red Fraggle:
Oh, Gobo's not being difficult. HE'S BEING IMPOSSIBLE!

Mokey Fraggle:
[after Boober helped Wembley's illness] Boober, weren't you afraid of catching whatever it is Wembley had? I mean, well, you know how worried you are about getting sick.

Boober Fraggle:
Oh, don't be ridiculous, Mokey. I'm not afraid of being sick.

Mokey Fraggle:
You're not?

Red Fraggle:
You're not?

Boober Fraggle:
Nah, of course not.

Red Fraggle:
Well, that's good. Then you won't mind it when I tell you that little red dots are starting to appear all over your face.

[Boober feels his face as he realizes he now has the pebble pox, Wembley gasps in shock]

Boober Fraggle:
OH, NO!

[Boober faints but Wembley catches and carries him]

Wembley Fraggle:
Boober! Boober, remember, the pebble pox are just a natural part of life. Now come on. Now, look at me. Come on.

Red Fraggle:
[aghast] That makes three patients!

Boober Fraggle:
[as he and the other Fraggles prepare to become Sir Hubris] Why did I have to finish the laundry? I could've gotten out of this.

Red Fraggle:
So why'd you volunteer to be on the bottom?

Boober Fraggle:
I'm afraid of heights.

Gobo Fraggle:
[disguised as Sir Hubris] Gorgs! I wish to speak with you, Gorgs! Come out, come out wherever you are!

Junior Gorg:
[bringing a wheelburrow with a bag of cement to Pa Gorg] I found the cement, daddy.

Gobo Fraggle:
Well, you won't need it.

Junior Gorg:
Huh?

Gobo Fraggle:
Before you leave, there is one thing that I must show you.

Junior Gorg:
Oh, goody! I love surprises!

Gobo Fraggle:
[takes off the cape, with the other Fraggles] Fooled you!

[Ma Gorg gasps in shock and faints]

Gobo Fraggle:
Let's get out of here!

Wembley Fraggle:
Hey, Gobo, what's gonna happen when the real Sir Hubris shows up?

Gobo Fraggle:
Not now, Wembley! Not now!

Junior Gorg:
[trips on a wheelburrow] Come back here! Come back here, you Fraggles!

Red Fraggle:
Does it seem even colder?

Mokey Fraggle:
Maybe it's just your imagination, Red.

Boober Fraggle:
Well, then, is it her imagination that's ma-making it so hard to mooove?

Red Fraggle:
What if Gobo doesn't come back in time? I, for one, do not want to sit here and freeze, just to keep your ridiculous promise, Wembley!

Wembley Fraggle:
Gogogogogobo will be back with the great bell, and theeen we'll ring our be-bells!

Mokey Fraggle:
Hey, let's let's do something to keep our spirits up!

Wembley Fraggle:
Hey, hey did I tell you the latest postcard from Gobo's Uncle Traveling Mmmmmatt?

Red Fraggle:
Oh, stand by spirits, going down.

Junior Gorg:
[talking in his sleep] Enemy of Gorg... Ever vigilant... Peach and garlic pie...

Gobo Fraggle:
[points at the Gorg's door to look for the treasure] Look, there's our chance! All we have to do is get up there.

Red Fraggle:
Oh, terrific. Do we do that before or after we flap our arms and fly to the moon?

Mokey Fraggle:
Now, wait a minute. There must be a way to get in.

Boober Fraggle:
I'd rather flap my arms and fly to the moon.

Gobo Fraggle:
I know! I know the way!

Wembley Fraggle:
What's the way, Gobo?

Gobo Fraggle:
[points at a pie on the ground by the door] Peach and garlic pie.

Wembley Fraggle:
Peach and garlic pie!

Mokey Fraggle, Red Fraggle, Boober Fraggle:
[in unison, disgusted] 'Peach and garlic pie'?

[Boober is bouncing on a pie on the ground to catch up with the four Fraggles]

Gobo Fraggle:
Doing good, Boober.

Boober Fraggle:
[bouncing out of control] I'm too high! I'm sure I'm too high!

[Boober falls falling through the pie crust]

Boober Fraggle:
[strains] I'm neck-high - in peaches and [sniffs in disgust]... garlic!

Gobo Fraggle:
Oh, boy. Boober broke through the pie crust. Wait there.

Boober Fraggle:
Do I have a choice?

Red Fraggle:
[pacing to the treasure]... 36, 37, 38, 39 - that's it! According to the map, the treasure is right behind this stone!

Gobo Fraggle:
[seeing Junior Gorg sleeping] To tell you the truth, Red, I don't like the neighborhood.

Uncle Travelling Matt:
[as the Fraggles sing River Roll On] All right, now everybody, sing!

7-Words-Max:
Wizard! Wizard! The Poison Cackler is here! Run for your lives!

The Wizard, Gobo Fraggle, Mokey Fraggle, Red Fraggle, Wembley Fraggle:
[in unison] THE POISON CACKLER?

[all the Fraggles scream for their lives]

[the Poison Cackler approaches to Wembley disguised as the wizard and the wizard disguised as Wembley]

Wembley Fraggle:
[laughs nervously] Hello. Uh, wait, wait. You're making, uh, a terrible mistake. You see he's really the wizard. No, I know I look like the wizard. Well, I even have his beard, but...

[the beard comes off of Wembley's chin, the next scene show the Doozer construction falling apart to the ground]

Wingnut Doozer:
[sighs in disappointment] Glue experimental failure. Back to the drawing board.

Wembley Fraggle:
I guess sometimes slavery feels like freedom.