01x02 - Wembley and the Gorgs

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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!

A Fraggle!

Hey, look, Ma.

I caught a Fraggle!

Dance your cares away

Worry's for another
day Let the music play

Down at Fraggle Rock

Down at Fraggle Rock
Down at Fraggle Rock

Down at Fraggle Rock.

Mail call!

Here's a catalog for you.

The Kennel Collection:
What's New in Summer Collars.

You don't care about the collars.
You're just interested in the cute models.

Here's another postcardto
that Gobo Fraggle character.

Why are we always getting
postcardsfor a guy named Gobo Fraggle?

Gobo, don't try it.

I've got to go out thereand
see if there's a postcard

from my Uncle Travelling Matt.

May my lucky walking
stick protect us.

Bad news. They're
both out there.

And look here. A letter fromthe
North American Society of Tinkerers.

It must be timefor their
annual convention again.

No, no! I wouldn't leave my dog
aloneto go to their silly convention.

North American Society of
Tinkerers, they bored me for years.

They have no
imagination. They have...

made me Man of the Year.

I'll just mosey on out
thereand pick up that postcard.

That's a very spirited mosey.

I mean, Man of the Year!

The North American Society of
Tinkererswant me to be Man of the Year!

And don't worry, Sprocket.

While I'm gone,

I'll have Mr. Shimmelfinneycome
in and feed you.

What's wrong with
Mr. Shimmelfinney?

Come on, Sprocket!
Mr. Shimmelfinney does not look like that.

He's a nice man.
You'll like him.

Well, at least you'll
get used to him.

Sorry.

You broke my
lucky walking stick.

I'm sorry, Boober.

Hey, what do you sayyou and
I mosey on back to the cave?

Check.

I'm always here I'm never there

I'm never, ever anywhere
I'm never, ever anywhere

Excepting here

'Cause here is where I'm in

But when I go from here to
there My here comes with me

Everywhere Till there is here

And here is where I've been

Boober, one stick is
just as good as another.

But you don't understand!

That lucky walking stick protected
mefrom ghosts and volcanoes

and the agony of
dingy, gray laundry.

It's just a stick.

Go to the Gorgs'
gardenand get another one.

I can never go to the
Gorgs' garden again.

Why not?

Because you broke
my lucky walking stick!

Okay. Okay.

I'm tired of hearing about
it. I'll go get you a new stick.

There ya go. Gobo will do that.

-Yeah, me and Wembley will
do that.-Yeah, me and Wemb...

Wembley? What are you... Hey!
Wembley? What are you... Hey!

First step to get the mail,
now up to the Gorgs' garden.

It's turning out to
be a dangerous day.

Yeah, but we
love it, right, Gobo?

Well, to tell you the truth,
Wembley, sometimes I get sick of it.

Yeah, me too.

You sure do like to
agree with a person.

I got to agree with that.

Look.

Gorgs.

Why are there never any loyal subjectsat
the palace gate, bowing and groveling?

Has it ever occurred to youthat
we don't have any loyal subjects?

Sometimes it gets lonely,

especially if you're the king
and queenof the universe like us.

Junior!

What are you doing up that tree?

Well, look, Ma!

I nearly got this trap finished.

It's a Fraggle trap.

Son, I wouldn't give youa
brass meatball for a Fraggle.

Now leave that trap aloneand
plant those turnip sprouts.

Plant, boy, plant!

This looks like a good
magic stick, Wembley?

It's okay with me
if it's okay with you.

Oh, boy. The Gorg's in the
way. Should we run for it?

It's okay with me
if it's okay with you.

It would be hardto have an
argument with you, Wembley.

Right.

Boy, I bet I'll never
catch a Fraggle now.

Wembley, are you all right?

Yeah, Gobo. I'm fine.

I caught a Fraggle!

Hey, Ma! Ma, look! I really
did it! I caught a Fraggle!

Get that wretched, hideous
thingout of my castle this instant!

Yeah, but, Ma, I finally caught a Fraggle!
Yeah, but, Ma, I finally caught a Fraggle!

It's a disgusting little thing.
You don't know where it's been.

I've been at a lot
nicer places than here.

-But, Ma, I found it. Hey, hey,
hey!-Could the king have a little quiet?

Please?

What's the matter, Your Majesty?

What's the matter?

I'm king of the universe,
and nobody cares.

Why won't anyone pay any heed?

Well, if I had any heed,
I'd pay it to you. I'm broke.

Would you care for
this Fraggle instead?

You don't understand, son. As
king, what I want is loyal subjects.

Gosh.

I want... I want people
to salute their king.

I salute you, O King.

I want people to cry, "Hurrah!"

Well, hurrah for the king!

Junior, my boy.

-Give me that
jar.-But, but... Hey...

I knew they wouldn't
let mekeep that Fraggle.

And then, whoosh!

This big hand scooped
down, and whomp!

Wembley was captured.

That's just awful!

Poor little Wembley.

I will personally erect
a memorial stone.

A memorial stone?

Yes. In memory of
Wembley Fraggle,

who went to find a lucky
walking stickfor a friend,

and was squished
to death by Gorgs!

Now, Boober, we don't
knowthat he's been squished.

Come on, everybody. We've
got to go up there and rescue him.

Us go up there?

But then we'll need
five memorial stones.

Come on, Boober. You'll be okay.

Gobo will get youa
new lucky walking stick.

Come on, everybody.
We've got work to do.

In a cage in a garden
In a cage in a garden

By the house at the well
There's a poor, lonely Fraggle

And he's locked in a cell
Let your blood run cold

Let your hearts grow bold

For it's time to rescue
Wembley now Follow me!

From the hills, from the valleys

From the high cliffs above
We will march to the rescue

Of the one that we love
For our brave hearts choose

When they hear the news

And it's time to heed the
drumbeat now Follow me!

From the hills they will follow

From the dales they will come

From the high cliffs above us

They will march to the drum

For their brave hearts choose
When they hear the news

And it's time to heed the drumbeat now
And it's time to heed the drumbeat now

For their brave hearts choose
When they hear the news

And it's time to heed the
drumbeat now Follow me!

And I'm known to my friends as
Wembley, if it pleases Your Majesties.

"Your Majesty!"

"If you please."
How nice this is.

I agree.

I've never meta real
king and queen before.

Well, we've never
met a real subject.

Don't tell him that!

You know, there's
no room inside that jar.

Let's let him out.

What if he runs away?

Little Fraggle-raggle
wouldn't run away, would he?

Well, not if Your
Majestydoesn't wish me to.

Well, not if Your
Majestydoesn't wish me to.

And is little
Fraggle-raggle hungry?

Hungry? Well, sure!

I've got some fricasseeon
the back burner.

We'll get you some.

Don't go away.

I don't believe it!

I've just been talkingto the
king and queen of the universe.

And they're bringing me dinner.

They like me!

I think I like it here.

But, Sprocket,
I've got to leave.

The convention
only is four days long.

And Mr. Shimmelfinneywill
take good care of you.

Mr. Shimmelfinney does
not look like that. He's nice.

And he's gonna come
by nowto say hello.

He's... he's even
going to bring a friend,

-Fluffinella.-Who?

Fluffinella, his cat.

But I have no other choice!

I mean, if Mr. Shimmelfinneydoesn't
take care of you,

I can't go to the convention.
I can't go to the convention.

But then I wouldn't
be Man of the Year.

And you want me to beMan
of the Year, don't you?

Then you are a
little proud of me?

Thank you, Sprocket.

Hi, Mr. Shimmelfinney!

I see you brought
along Fluffinella.

Well, it takes a little
timeto make friends.

Well, you can't be
hungry anymore.

Boy, I guess not.

Look at all the food he's eaten.

It was a lot, all right.

Do you suppose, good husband,

that our loyal subjectwould
care to sing for his supper?

That our loyal subjectwould
care to sing for his supper?

Well, sure, I know a few songs.

Husband, you light the
lamps, and I will get the harp.

Boy, I get to sing for
the king and queen.

Wembley, we're here.

Wembley...

Come on, Wembley.

Hi, guys. Boy, it's
good to see you.

Hey, Wembley. Climb down the
table leg. We'll make a run for it.

No, I can't do that. I've got
to sing for the king and queen.

What are you talking
about? Those are Gorgs!

Come, come. Bring
the lights, husband.

Here we are.

Now then, little subject,
what song will you sing?

Golly.

How about an old Fraggle
balladcalled "Here to There"?

I'm always here I'm never there

I'm never, ever anywhere

Excepting here

'Cause here is where I'm in

I don't believe it. Wembley's
singing for the Gorgs!

He's made friends.

Poor Wembley.

He'd try to be
agreeable with anybody.

I did it! I did it again!

I captured a bunch of Fraggles!

You little Fraggles.

Junior, that's a
disgustingbunch of Fraggles.

No, Your Majesty.
These are my friends.

Your friends?

Will they bow and call me "sire"?
Will they bow and call me "sire"?

Well, sure. You're king.

Well, that's different.

Hail, lowly subjects. It is
I, the king of the universe.

And it is I, Gobo Fraggle,
rescuer of Wembley!

Yay! We're saved!

Those are enemy Fraggles!

Junior, take them
to the toolshed.

You betcha, Daddy, sire.

Come, you little pesky Fraggles.

Let us out of here!

We must watch you. You've
been keeping bad company.

No!

Well, they threw us in a
cageAnd there's No key

We got to find a way
that we can Get free

There's just one
thingThat might be found

Got to rock this jointTill
the bars fall down

'Cause everybody here's
got to shoutTill we all break out

We got to rock
our way to freedom

We got to roll right
back and see them

We got to flip-flop, skippity-hop
Back to Fraggle Rock

Mokey took a stick
and she Banged bars

Red started rocking
till she Seen stars

Boober blew a
harp like a Wild thing

Got myself a guitar
and began to sing

'Cause everybody here's
got to shoutTill we all break out

We're gonna rock
our way to freedom

We're gonna roll right
backAnd see them

We're gonna
flip-flop, skippity-hop

Back to Fraggle Rock

Pack our backpacksBack to Fraggle Rock
Pack our backpacksBack to Fraggle Rock

Pack our backpacksBack
to Fraggle Rock

Pack our backpacksBack
to Fraggle Rock

Don't need no
key, don't Need bail

Gonna bust right
out of this Old jail

Gonna beat those bars
till theyDrop their locks

Gonna spring yourselves
looseWith the Fraggle Rock rock

'Cause everybody here's
got to shoutTill we all break out

We're gonna rock
our way to freedom

We're gonna roll right
backAnd see them

We're gonna
flip-flop, skippity-hop

Back to Fraggle Rock

We're gonna
flip-flop, skippity-hop

Back to Fraggle Rock

Come on, guys, let's move it!

We'll never get out of here.

If you hadn't brokenmy
lucky walking stick,

we'd all be backin our
little Fraggle beds at home.

Try not to think
about it, Boober.

What else can I think about?
What else can I think about?

Hey! How about Travelling Matt?

I put his postcard in my pocketthis
morning and forgot all about it.

Gobo!

Come on, guys. It might take
our mindsoff the mess we're in.

Okay, Gobo. It's worth a try.

"Dear nephew Gobo,

I have made yet another amazing
discoveryabout this weird world..."

Today I observedcertain
types of creatures here

that live in the sky.

They swoop and soar

and seem altogetheras
carefree as Fraggles.

Then I realized that these
wonderfulcreatures were being held c*ptive.

They were trapped
on the end of strings.

Suddenly, I saw a second
kindof flying creature.

When I saw that,
I just had to act.

I waited for an opening and then I
setabout freeing the c*ptive flying things.

The first ones flew awayinto the sunshine.
The first ones flew awayinto the sunshine.

Excuse me.

But when I set freeone of
the other flying creatures,

it immediately landedand
waited for its master.

Evidently, the world hereis
much the same as Fraggle Rock...

"in that some creaturesvalue
freedom more than others.

More news soon.
Love, Travelling Matt."

Funny thing,

that didn't lift my
spirits much at all.

And another day dawns.

Did our loyal
subject sleep well?

Morning, Mommy. Morning,
Daddy. Look, I still got my Fraggles.

What are we gonna dowith
these little nose stabbers?

What are we gonna dowith
these little nose stabbers?

Well, I think I'll thump them.

-Yeah.-Good idea.

-But you can't do that.-No!

Why ever not?

Gracious Queen, I mean,
please don't let him thump them.

You can't punish
themwithout a fair trial.

Oh, boy, a trial! Goody!

I'll get the trial stuff.

Good thinking, Wembley. Now
let us out and we can all escape.

-Hurry.-But you don't
have to escape, Gobo.

They're gonna
give you a fair trial.

-What?-Let me out!
I'm claustrophobic!

But I can't.

I mean, Gobo, these two arethe
king and queen of the universe.

Wembley, they are Gorgs.
They want to make sl*ves of us.

Hear ye, hear ye. All rise.

Gorg court is now in session.

The Right Honorable
Judge Daddy presiding.

Call the first case.
Call the first case.

The Gorgs vs. The
Fraggles, Your Honor.

Young Master Fraggle,
do you know the accused?

Yes, ma'am.

Do they deserve to be thumped?

Thumped?

Well, of course they don't
deserveto be thumped.

Gobo, he knows all the cranniesin
all the caves in Fraggle Rock.

And Mokey knows songs, and Red
knows games, and Boober, well...

Wembley, please!

Boober knows special
stuffthat means a lot to him.

I've known all of them forever,
and I've always loved them.

They don't deserve thumping.
They deserve good stuff.

They deserve to live.

The court finds the
defendants not guilty.

Shucks!

Does that mean I don't
get to thump them?

No, you don't. No, you don't.

Let's keep them,
instead, as sl*ves.

What?

Yeah, they'll bow, and they'll curtsy,
andthey'll grovel whenever we want them to.

Now, wait a minute!

-Just like this little
one does.-Yeah.

Gobo was right.

Daddy! I've got it!

-The Fraggles are
escaping!-They're getting away!

The Fraggles are in the...

Mommy! Mommy, are you all right?

Is everybody okay?

-Come on. Let's go! Back to
Fraggle Rock!-...my lucky stick, boy!

At first I thoughtit
was kind of wonderful,

me, a Fraggle, knowing
a king and queen.

I understand, Wembley.

I mean, it didn't seem
like I was a sl*ve.

I guess some sl*very
feels like freedom.

I understand, Wembley.

I didn't noticewhat they
were doing to me till...

well, till they tried to do it to you.
Well, till they tried to do it to you.

Well, that's good, Wembley.

You know who your friends are.

Hello, Sprocket!

I know, I know.

You were expecting
Mr. Shimmelfinney.

Well, it's me.

I spent one dayat that
tinkerers' convention,

and all I could think
aboutwas my good old dog.

I did get my award
though, Man of the Year.

And now, you get your
award, Dog of the Year.

It's good to be back
homewith a real friend.

It's good to be back
homewith a real friend.

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 Let the music play

Down at Fraggle Rock

Down at Fraggle Rock

Down at Fraggle Rock