04x13 - Boober Gorg

[bunniefuu]

[upbeat music playing]

♪ Dance your cares away ♪

♪ Worry's for another day ♪

♪ Let the music play ♪

♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪

♪ Work your cares away ♪

♪ Dancing's for another day ♪

♪ Let the Fraggles play ♪

We're Gobo, Mokey,
Wembley, Boober, Red!

-[female Fraggle]
Whoopee!-Wowee!

Ooh, a Fraggle!

[Gobo groans]

[chuckles] Hey, look, Ma.

-I caught a Fraggle!-[screams]

[Gobo] Whoa! Whoopee!

♪ Dance your cares away ♪

♪ Worry's for another day ♪

♪ Let the music play ♪

-Yahoo!-♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪

♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪
♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪

Down at Fraggle Rock.

[Doc] Oh, I'm
sorry to hear that.

Don't worry, Ned.

I'm sure the vet will take good
careof Fluffinella. She'll be fine.

It's you I'm worried about.

Say, how about a
game of checkers?

Okay, some other time, maybe.

Bye, Ned.

Ah! Poor Ned Shimmelfinney.

[Sprocket gags]

Well, he's very depressed'cause
he misses Fluffinella.

Well, that little cat
is his best friend.

I wish we could think of
somethingto cheer him up.

-[Sprocket exclaims]-I know.

You'd like to help Ned,
wouldn't you, Sprocket?

Oh, now Sprocket,
he's very lonely.

Couldn't you go over
there and be his pet?

Just for the day?
Just for the day?

Oh, come on, Sprocket.

Do it for me.

[Sprocket sighs]

-Attaboy! And, oh,
Sprocket...-[Sprocket murmurs]

There's just one
other little thing.

-Could you pretend
to be a cat?-[gasps]

[whimpering]

-[Wembley] Stoke, stoke,
stoke.-[Boober] Oh, boy!

-Keep stoking those coals,
Wembley.-I'm stoking and poking.

[Red] Hi, Boober and Wembley.

-Oh, hi.-[Gobo] Hi,
what's going on?

-Boober's on a health kick.-Yup.

Yup, we're cutting downon
all those nasty fried foods

around this place.

I've invented a new way to cook
radishesto preserve their natural goodness.

Oh, Boober Fraggle, you sure
do getinto cooking radishes.

Well, radishes are my life.

Why, if it weren't for those
Gorgs, I'd live in the garden.

Now, come on, we
gotta build up the fire.

-[Wembley] Okay.-Come
on, Wembley.

More fuel! More fuel! That's it!

-That's it. Keep stoking,
Wembley!-[Red] Go! Go!

-Attaboy! Attaboy!-[Red] Go! Go!

-Oh, this is gonna be
good!-[Red] Go! Go! Go! Go!

-[expl*si*n]-[all exclaiming]

What the...
- [all scream]-[Boober groans]

-Boober!-[Wembley] Oh, no.

Forsooth, oh
queen of all that is.

Dost thou know what day it is?

It's wash day, of course.

According to the Encyclopediaof
Gorgish Myth and Wisdom,

it's also the day an evil sorcereris
meant to reappear in the neighborhood.

I don't have time to
worryabout an evil sorcerer.

The kingdom must be
scouredfor this interloper.

Oh, thank you, my
dear. [clears throat]

Today? With all the
workto do around the castle?

As Lord of the Universe, -I
must protect the realm.-Oh.

You become awfully
bravewhenever there's work to do.

-Mm-hmm.-Well, if you're
facing a sorcerer alone,

-Mm-hmm.-Well, if you're
facing a sorcerer alone,

at least don't get dirty!

Who said anything
about facing him alone?

Uh, where's Junior?

Oh, he's probably at the
swamp talkingto his reflection.

I better get him.

As heir to the throne, he, uh,
he ought to learn about sorcerers.

Tell him to come home
and help mewith the laundry.

As long as I
don't have to do it.

And if you see the sorcerer,
invite him home to dinner.

It'd be nice to have
company for a change.

[sighs]

-Boober. Boober, wake
up.-[Mokey] Boober.

-Speak to us.-[Boober groans]

-[Gobo] Come
on.-[Wembley] There you go.

-[Gobo] There,
huh?-[Wembley exhales]

Where am I?

[Mokey] What do
you mean, Boober?

Who are you?

-[gasping]-[Gobo] Huh?

-Who am I?-Uh-oh!

Oh, no!

That bump on the
beanhas given him amnesia.

And he doesn't
remember anything either.

What are we gonna do?

We gotta try to
help him remember.

- Oh, yes, yes.-Boober, it's me, Gobo.
- Oh, yes, yes.-Boober, it's me, Gobo.

-Pleased to meet ya.-Huh?

Don't you remember anything?

Well, no, not really.

Well, what about laundry?

-You love doing
the laundry.-Yeah.

-I do?-Oh, yes!

-You practically live
in soapsuds.-Yeah.

-Are you making this up?-Oh, no.

-Uh, cooking!-[Mokey]
Ah, cooking!

-Cooking.-Uh, Boober,
uh, I'd love to have a recipe

-for your Doozer
stick pâté.-Mmm.

What's pâté?

-Ah, this isn't working.-No, no.

[Gobo] What are we gonna do?

I know.

♪ I'm a little Fraggle ♪

♪ Boober is my name ♪

-[Mokey] Yeah.-[Wembley] Yes.

♪ Cooking is my job
hereLaundry is my game ♪

-[Wembley] Game.-[Red] Right!

♪ When I see a
stewpotSomething whispers, wow ♪

♪ I prepare a new
pot, I remember now ♪

♪ I love to wash ♪

♪ Socks! ♪
♪ Socks! ♪

♪ That's what I adore ♪

♪ k*lling germs and
cookingThat's what life is for ♪

♪ And when I think ♪

♪ Back ♪

♪ Everything is clear ♪

♪ I am Boober Fraggle ♪

♪ And I live right here ♪

-Remember?-Try it.

Yeah, come on. Take your time.

♪ I'm a little stewpot ♪

-What?-Uh-oh.

♪ Laundry is my name ♪

No.

♪ Boo boos are my job here ♪

Uh.

♪ La la not the same ♪

-[Wembley] Definitely not the
same.-[Gobo] He's got it all mixed up.

♪ When I set a germ free ♪

♪ Something whispers, whee ♪

-No!-♪ I make
friends with germy ♪

♪ He makes friends
with mel love to squash ♪

♪ Rocks ♪

♪ Sitting on the floor ♪

♪ Cooking little Fraggles ♪

♪ That's what life is
forAnd when I think ♪

♪ Back ♪

♪ Something, something clear ♪

♪ You are Boober Fraggle ♪
♪ You are Boober Fraggle ♪

♪ I must cook you here ♪

What! No! Let go!

Let him go, Boober! Come
on, you've got it all mixed up.

He doesn't remember anything.

Oh, it didn't work.

-Boober still doesn't know he's Boober.-And
all because of the exploding radish.

Radishes.

Radishes, that feels familiar.

-Yes, radishes.-Radishes.

-[Wembley]
Oh!-Well, it's a start.

-Let's take him to the Gorgs'
garden.-[Wembley] Yes.

Maybe if we retrace his
steps, it'll jog his memory.

-Yeah.-Come on.

-Let's go.-Radishes!

-Well, it's about time you
got home.-[shouts, grunts]

-[laughs]-Did you
find your silly sorcerer?

No, but he can't elude the Ruler of
Fireand Air forever, by golly by gone.

[laughs] I don't believethe
sorcerer even exists.

-Oh?-Besides, Junior
would take care of him.

Oh, where is Junior?

Didn't you tell him to
come homeand help me?

Well, no, he wasn't
by the swamp.

[gasps] Oh! Then
something's happened to him.

I can feel it.

What if the wicked
sorcerer's gotahold of him?

-Oh! Junior was always so
gullible.-Yes, yes, he was.

He gets that from
your side of the family.

What? Well, uh, no.

-He only gets his good looks from
me.-Oh, we have to find him before...

before it's too late! [crying]

Oh, no. There, there,
there, my little pumpkin rind.

-I'll search the
grounds.-My baby!

-My baby! My baby!-Oh,
come on, my little peach pit.

-Now don't worry. I'm
gonna find him.-[crying]

-Well, here we
are.-[Ma Gorg] Junior!

-Doesn't this, uh, feel
familiar?-[Ma Gorg crying] Junior!

-[Ma Gorg
crying]-What's that sound?

Oh, probably just
the Gorgs singing.

Gorgs? Gorgs.

-Radishes.-Yes, yes, yes!

-[Boober exhales]-[Ma
Gorg crying]

This may be it.

Maybe showing him the
Gorgswill scare him back to reality.

-Yeah.-Maybe.

-Junior! My baby!-I've
scanned the ramparts,

but our son and heirto
the throne hath vanished.

What would a sorcerer do to him?

Why, a sorcerer might...
might have changed Junior

-into a... a horrible
creature.-Oh!

You mean, my
gorgeous son is now ugly!

-[Pa Gorg groans] Oh,
my dear.-[screaming]

[Wembley] Here he comes,
here he comes. [clears throat]

-Well, Boober?-I have
strong feelings about Gorgs.

-Oh, boy!-Oh, I knew it.

Boober, you've got to get
in touchwith those feelings.

Let them wash over you.

Sort of let them expressthe
essence of your being.

-[Wembley] Essence.
Essence.-Radishes.

-Radishes are my
life.-Yes! Yes! Yes!

-Radishes and Gorgs.-Yes!

-Keep going, Boober.
You're getting it.-Oh, boy.

Gorgs take care of
radishes. Remember?

And that can mean
only one thing.

- Yeah?-I should've known this.
- Yeah?-I should've known this.

-Yeah?-I'm a Gorg! [laughing]

Huh? Boober, wait.
Boober! Boober!

Boober, come back!

Oh, I can't stand to look!

[Pa Gorg] Now, now. Don't take
on so. Why... Why just remember...

-My baby. [crying]-Every
cloud has a silver lining.

-[Boober clears throat]-Huh?

Uh, hello! My, it's
good to be home.

[gasps]

What's the matter? Haven't
you ever seen a Gorg before?

Egad, you know what this means?

The sorcerer has changed our son

-into a Fraggle!-Into a Fraggle!

-Oh!-Oh, Ma. Ma!

-Oh, I don't believe
it.-Boober thinks he's a Gorg.

-He's gone nuts.-Yeah,
but the Gorgs believe him.

-They've gone nuts too.-Careful.

-Oh!-Now, duckykins,
we must remember

that although Junior is now a Fraggle,
that although Junior is now a Fraggle,

-he is still our son.-Oh!

And as such, he is still
heirto the Gorgish throne.

But now all his
clothes are too big.

Oh, gee, I'm sorry to be so much
trouble, but what happened to me?

Why, son, don't you remember?

Memory is not my
strong suit today.

It's becauseyour lovely
giant Gorgish brain

has had to shrink to fitinto
the head of a... of a... Fraggle.

Great Gorgotious! It must
be plum bursting in there.

An evil sorcerer has
turned youinto a Fraggle.

Fraggle? What's a Fraggle?

Oh, why, he's even
dumberthan he used to be.

Uh, we're gonna have
to teach youall over again.

Fraggles are those icky creaturesthat
make life miserable for us Gorgs.

And that's what
happened to me? Yuck.

-A failure. And so
young.-But you're still

the Prince of the
Universe to us.-Mm-hmm.

The Prince of the
Universe to us.-Mm-hmm.

Prince of the Universe?

Yeah, it's coming
back to me now.

Prince of the
Universe. Of course!

♪ The most magnificent
thingln the world ♪

♪ Is a Gorg ♪

♪ Is a Gorg ♪

♪ You'll rejoiceTill your
toenails are curled ♪

♪ With a Gorg ♪

♪ With a Gorg ♪

♪ It picks you up, it sets you
downlt makes you sing all over town ♪

♪ It even tickles
when you frown ♪

♪ The most magnificent
thingln the world ♪

♪ Is a Gorg ♪

[Pa Gorg coughing]

♪ If you're the bestln
the test and you win ♪

♪ Your reward ♪

♪ Your reward ♪

-♪ Is a Gorg ♪-♪ Is a Gorg ♪

♪ It's a friend to the
endThick or thin ♪

-♪ Never bored ♪-♪ Never bored ♪

-♪ With a Gorg ♪-♪ With a Gorg ♪

♪ It helps you sleep,
it helps you wake ♪

♪ It's good for squeaks and tummyaches ♪
♪ It's good for squeaks and tummyaches ♪

♪ It's even cheap,
for heaven's sake ♪

♪ The most magnificent
thingln the world ♪

♪ The most splendificent
thingYou ever hurled ♪

♪ The most magnificent
thingln the winter or the spring ♪

♪ Is a Gorg ♪

-Yeah!-Yeah!

Oh, that's my boy.

-No, that's my boy!-The
Gorgs are brainwashing him.

-[Mokey] Oh, no!-What
are we gonna do?

[Wembley] I don't know.

[yawns]

-This is it.-[bees buzzing]

Hey, get out! Get!

Oh, yes, Junior,

being a prince of the universe,
means guarding the ramparts,

protecting the realm,
and tilling the garden.

Not to mention
making life easy for you.

[laughs] Dragon's
breath, you catch on quick.

Ah, nothing like a glassof
freshly squeezed garlic juice.

Ah, nothing like a glassof
freshly squeezed garlic juice.

[slurping, gulping]

For some reason, I felt the needto
add a sprig of mint for garnish.

[smacks lips]

Tasty.

Now, while I contemplatemy
next royal decree,

why don't you seeif your
mother needs any help.

[sighs] Brother, oh
brother, oh brother.

This being a Gorg is hard work.

Boober!

[Boober] Ah! A Fraggle!

[shushes] The Gorg will hear us.

Of course I can hear you. Now
what are you doing in my garden?

Your garden? Boober!

Don't you remember anything?

-I have to remember
everything.-Huh?

Nobody does any
workaround here except me.

[Ma Gorg] Oh, Junior. Come
and help me make dinner.

-See what I mean?-Huh?

Coming, oh queen
of light and darkness.

Oh, no. This is
worse than I thought.

[vocalizing beat]
[vocalizing beat]

[slurps]

Yuck!

Oh, there's something definitely
wrongwith my betelberry broth.

-Oh.-Uh.

Well, maybe if you, uh, maybe if
you addsome of these pickled truffles.

-[gasps] How
creative!-[Boober laughing]

But risky. [laughs]

Adventures in eating. [laughs]

I'll just put in a pinch.

-Oh! Delicious!
[laughs]-[Boober laughing]

Oh, Junior, I didn't
know you could cook.

Oh, neither did I.

Oh, it can be so handy
havinga Fraggle for a son.

[Boober] And being Prince
of the Universehas its merits.

Why, just look at
all these condiments.

That's the... Whoa!

Junior! Oh! Oh!

-[clattering]-[snoring]

Wha... Zounds! What was that?
Wha... Zounds! What was that?

[Ma Gorg] Oh! Junior!

Oh! Oh, where are you? Oh!

[grunting]

Listen, is there a safer wayto
be Prince of the Universe?

Phew! That was close.

Do you realize our
thronealmost became heirless?

[gasps] Oh, why don't you go
outand tend the radish patch?

Good idea.

Protecting them from those pesky
Fraggleswill keep you out of trouble.

Well, can't be worse than this.

-[Mokey] Oh, dear.-We've
got to get Boober out of there.

This is more like it.

Radishes are my lifeand
so is protecting them

from those devious Fraggles.

Why, they're probably
planningsomething right now.

No, they wouldn't dare. [scoffs]

-[Red] Where should we
do it?-[Wembley] Uh, uh...

-Uh, well... In
the radish patch.

-Yes.-Let's go get our stuff.

-Right.-Okay, stuff.

Yuck. I was wrong.

It's a Fraggle invasion.

Well, no Fraggle is gonna
getthis Gorg's radishes.

-Now, make sure it's solid.-Hmm.

I don't want any of those shifty
Fragglesgetting loose on me.

[gasps] Neither do I.

[Pa Gorg groans]

I've been patrolling the ramparts,
but I haven't seen any Fraggles.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. I know
how the Fraggle mind works.

Okay, but I could go for
a tankardof garlic juice...

-[Boober] Oh,
brother.-I'm a tad parched.

Well, I don't have
time to squeeze any.

Start scanning the horizon.

You never knowwhen
those Fraggles will show up.

[groans] Life was sure
easierwhen Junior was a Gorg.

Careful. [shushes]

Okay. There he is.

Yeah! Yeah!

-Everybody ready?-Yeah.

-I've got the net.-Got the rope.

- Here we go.-Okay.
- Here we go.-Okay.

[Wembley] Okay, be quiet.

-[Red] Go around there.
Wembley.-Come on.

-Come on, let's get
him.-Okay, right now.

[Boober] Oh! Oh! Oh!

-What are you doing?-It's
for your own good, Boober.

But is this any way
to treat a friend?

-Uh, a... a friend?-What?

-Yes, I was wondering when
you'd show up.-Oh, I'm so sorry.

You mean, you know
who we are now?

Well, of course I do!

Does this mean you'll come home?

-Well, not yet.-Huh?

Uh-oh.

Not until I get a radish to
take back. Just wait here.

-Okay.-Boober's a Fraggle again!

[cheering]

[Wembley] This meanshe's
gonna come home with us, right?

Now!

Come home now, Boober.
What are you talking about?

[shouting]

-Boober, let us out.-Boober.

-Don't you know a Gorg when
you see one?-[Wembley screams]

Hello, Sprocket.

My, you were at Ned
Shimmelfinney'sa long time.

My, you were at Ned
Shimmelfinney'sa long time.

Oh, did he enjoy having
you substitutefor Fluffinella?

[meows]

-[laughs] That's
excellent!-[continues meowing]

That's fine.

But you can go back
to being your own self

now that you're home.

-[meowing,
purring]-Sprocket. Sprocket.

You're not a cat, you're
a dog. Don't meow.

[meows]

Sprocket, don't meow,
bark. Remember barking?

[Doc barks] Like that! Try it!

-[Doc barks]-[Sprocket meows]

No, no, bark. It'll make
you feel good. [barks]

[laughing]

You pesky Fraggles thoughtyou
could steal my radishes, eh?

Look, Ma, our son and heir has
captureda whole passel of Fraggles.

Oh, I'm just as proud of him
nowas when he looked like a...

-Gorg!-Oh, there, there,
Ma. Don't take on...

What do you think they're gonna do to us?
What do you think they're gonna do to us?

Well, they might roast us or
boil usor fry us or fricassee us.

Now that you got 'em, son,
what are you gonna do with 'em?

[stammering] Do with 'em?

Yes, why, now that you have
capturedyour archnemesises,

to wit, Fraggles, what
shall be their fate?

-Come on, boy.-I don't know.
What should I do with them?

Well, you might roast us or
boil usor fry us or fricassee us.

-Wembley!-Now you
can rid the kingdom

of those disgusting
Fraggles forever.

Hmm, forsooth,
surely you could think

of some nasty, dastardly
fate worsethan death.

A dastardly fate? Like what?

Well, you could
roast us or boil us.

Egad, Junior, think of
something terribleto do to them.

-Okay! All right!-[Pa
Gorg] Yeah? Hurry.

A Gorg's job is never done.

-Well, I'm really proud of
our boy, Ma.-Oh, me too.

Okay, Junior, what do you want
us to do?-Don't do it, Boober.

Okay, Junior, what do you want
us to do?-Don't do it, Boober.

All right, now. I open the
door, you blow 'em out,

and then you get readywith
the Fraggle thumper.

-[Red] No!-Ready?

Ready and waiting,
oh son of mine.

No, don't. Come on, Boober.

-Remember who
we are.-Keep it down!

Quiet down! I can't concentrate.

[Wembley] You can't do
this to us. We're your friends.

-[Boober] I'm going to
open the door.-Come on.

-I am going to open
the, the...-No, no, no.

Get on with it, lad. Your
future as a Gorg is at stake.

-Let us go.-Distract him.

-Come on. Do something...-I
don't need this pressure.

-We're your friends.-I've
gotta be cruel and nasty

-to these Fraggles?-No! No! No!

I just... I just gotta
open the door.

And then send these
Fragglesto their doom?

-Boober.-But...

I can't do it.

-Boober!-[both] Junior!

-Oh!-Speak to us, son.

[Boober groaning]

-Ah! Gorgs! I'm gonna be eaten
alive!-Boober, Boober, is that you?

Of course it's me. What
do I look like, Junior Gorg?

You mean you're not a Gorg?
You mean you're not a Gorg?

You've got to be
kidding. I'm a Fraggle.

A Fraggle! [screams]

But, but, but, if he's not
Junior, then where is Junior?

-[clattering]-[Junior
Gorg groans]

-Junior!-Junior!

-Oh, hello, daddy dear!
Hi, mommy dearest.-Oh!

You mean you've been
up thereall the time?

Well, I was dusting the
parapetslike you told me,

and I guess I fell
asleep. [laughs]

Oh, thank goodness the
evil sorcererdidn't turn him

-into a Fraggle.-Mm-hmm.

Fraggles? Did you say Fraggles?

-Okay, come on!-Let's
go! Come on, everyone!

Jump! Whoa!

-Get back, get back here,
you...-[Gobo] Come on.

Oh... Looks like I
missed all the fun.

It's a good thing you couldn't
gothrough with it, Boober.

Yup, that sure snapped me
outof thinking I was a Gorg.

-Yeah.-Once a Fraggle,
always a Fraggle.

-And I like it that way.-Yeah!

Whoa!

-Boober!-Boober,
are you all right?

Are you okay? Are you okay?

-Who are you?-[gasping]

Oh, no!

Just kidding!

[all laughing]

[purring]

[whistling]

-Ah! Here you go,
Sprocket.-[meowing]

I have a dog who
enjoys being a cat.

I wonder if the dog owner's
almanacwould be interested in this.

[Sprocket coughing]

Well, look, since
you like being a cat,

it's only logical
you eat cat food.

[Sprocket groans]

Don't suppose we
needthis dog food anymore.

[barking]

Right, Sprocket. Does that
mean you're a dog again?

Oh, Sprocket. Once a dog,
always a dog. And I like it that way.

-[meows]-Oh, no.

[upbeat music playing]

[scatting]

♪ Dance your cares away ♪

♪ Worry's for another day ♪

♪ Let the music play ♪

♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪

♪ Dance your cares away ♪

-♪ Worry's for another
day ♪-[Red] Whoopee!

♪ Let the music play ♪

♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪

♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪

♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪