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01x10 - Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk

Episode transcripts for TV show, "Fraggle Rock". Aired: January 10, 1983 – March 30, 1987.*
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Children's musical fantasy comedy puppet series about interconnected societies of Muppet creatures, created by Jim Henson.

01x10 - Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk

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[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.

And it's an object
everybody knows,

everybody's played with,
and it doesn't have a name.

-Isn't that fascinating,
Sprocket?-[snoring]

Oh, get excited
about this, Sprocket!

-[honks]-[gasps]

This has no name.

A toy found at partieson
New Year's Eve everywhere.

This is an opportunity, Sprocket.
We can name this object.

Thought I'd call
this a tromcordian.

-A foomerphone.-[sighs]

Well, how about I
christen this object...

a pookarina?

[snoring]

Is the tension of the
momenttoo great for you?

[snoring continues]

Come on, Wembley. We're
almost to the first room.

Oh, Gobo, do we have to go?

Well, I have to go. It's my job.
Well, I have to go. It's my job.

Oh...

Besides, maybe there's a letter
therefrom my Uncle Travelling Matt.

Uh, it's just so scary.

Shh! We're here.

-[honks]-[both gasp]

[pants]

-[laughs]-[honks]

-[barks]-[laughs]

-[honks]-[barks]

-Oh...-[honks]

You know, they're always scary, but
sometimes they are really grotesque.

Gobo, are you really gonna go out
thereand look for a letter from your uncle?

I guess. That's why we came.

Uh... [gulps] Be careful!

-[Doc laughing]-[barking]

Well, here, Sprockie,
here. Give it a try.

Might help you thinkof
a name for the thing.

[barking]

[honks]

[Doc laughs]

[laughs] Now look
what you've done.

It went right into this hole in the wall.
It went right into this hole in the wall.

Ha! We've lost a perfectly
goodwhatchamacallit down this dumb hole.

Sprocket, let's
board it up right now.

[barks]

That's it. Now get a
hammer and some nails.

[barks]

Yeah.

-[barks]-Attaboy! This
should solve the problem.

Won't solve mine.

Yeah. There we go.

[barks]

[banging]

[screams]

Help! Red! Mokey! Boober!

[screams]

[snoring]

Well, it'll be okay.
Wembley won't desert me.

He'll go for help.

[panting]

[Gobo] Why, he'll go down to Fraggle Rock,
and he'll find Mokey, and Boober, and Red.

My friends will save me.

And I had to stand there and
watchwhile they nailed the opening shut...

[Gobo] Why, when the g*ng
hearswhat's happened to me,

they'll devise a
plan to rescue me.

They'll know what to do.

[screams]

Well, there's only
one thing we can do.

Sing about it.

♪ Buckets of woe ♪

♪ And gushes of sorrow ♪

♪ Wastepaper
baskets of heartache ♪

♪ With a sorry tomorrow ♪
♪ With a sorry tomorrow ♪

♪ So follow and swallow ♪

♪ And wallow in more woe ♪

♪ I feel so bad ♪

♪ Feel so bad ♪

♪ You know, I feel so bad ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Feel so bad ♪

♪ I feel so bad ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I feel so bad ♪

-♪ Oh, feel so bad ♪- ♪
You know I feel so bad ♪

♪ Oh ♪

-♪ I really feel so bad ♪-♪ Oh ♪

-♪ So bad ♪-♪ Feel so bad ♪

♪ I feel so ♪

♪ Bad, bad ♪

♪ I feel so bad ♪

♪ I feel so bad ♪

-♪ Whoo ♪-♪ Bad ♪

-♪ You know that I feel
so bad ♪-♪ Feel so bad ♪

-♪ Whoo ♪-♪ Bad ♪

-♪ I feel so bad now
♪-♪ Feel so bad ♪

-♪ Whoo ♪-♪ Bad ♪

-♪ I feel, I feel, I feel so
bad ♪-♪ Feel so bad ♪

- ♪ Bad, bad ♪-♪ Whoo, feel so bad ♪
- ♪ Bad, bad ♪-♪ Whoo, feel so bad ♪

♪ You know I feel so bad ♪

-♪ Oh, yeah ♪-[Boober] ♪ Bad ♪

-♪ You know I feel
so bad ♪-♪ Bad ♪

-♪ I feel so bad ♪-♪ Bad ♪

-♪ I feel so bad
♪-[Boober] ♪ I feel bad ♪

♪ Oh, I feel so bad ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ I feel so bad now ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ I really, really feel so bad ♪

♪ Feel so bad ♪

♪ I feel, I feel,
I feel so bad ♪

♪ Feel so bad ♪

♪ I feel bad now ♪

-♪ Yeah, I feel so...
♪-♪ Feel so bad ♪

♪ Bad ♪

♪ Bad ♪

♪ Bad ♪

[all panting]

Oh, um...

Haven't we forgotten something?

You're forgetting Gobo!

He's trapped forever
in the outside world.

Oh, yeah. We should
all be depressed.

Yeah. Singing that sad
songmade us much too happy.

We've just got to save Gobo.

Teamwork. We'll work together!
Teamwork. We'll work together!

[all] Yes!

-To the tunnel!-To the tunnel!

-To the Trash Heap!-Well,
to the Trash Heap!

I've got to think
about this. Um, hmm...

[snoring]

Maybe I can sneak over
thereand get that hammer.

[grunts]

[gasps, whimpers]

[barks]

-Boo!-[gasps]

[barking]

Oh, stop shouting at me, Sprocket!
Oh, stop shouting at me, Sprocket!

Now, take a look at this.

[barks]

I thought you'd never ask.

This is a new
musical instrument.

[honking]

Even a Fraggle in
troublelikes good music.

[humming]

♪ Oh, I'm all alone, so... ♪

♪ Whoa-h* ♪

♪ Kick a stonel don't know
what else I'm gonna do ♪

♪ Maybe things will change ♪

♪ And maybe they'll rearrange ♪
♪ And maybe they'll rearrange ♪

♪ I may see my friend
come back again ♪

Hmm. Oh.

I've just gotta help Gobo.

[tapping]

-Come on. This way
to the Trash Heap.-Mm.

She'll know how to rescue Gobo.

The Trash Heap is
all-wiseand all-knowing.

-They say she has
magic powers.-[gasps]

Yeah, but the bad part
isthat she's so scary!

No. The bad part is thatto
get to the Trash Heap...

[Junior Gorg humming]

you have to go throughthe
garden of the Gorgs.

[gasps] Fraggles!

[Junior Gorg] Oh, where's
my club? Oh, there it is.

The good part is,

-is that that gets you there really
fast.-Oh, h*! Sneak around the other side?

-Run! [screaming]-Why,
you, you...

Whoa!

Ah! One of these daysl'm
gonna get those Fraggles.

Ah! One of these daysl'm
gonna get those Fraggles.

Ooh! [groans]

[whimpers]

Oh, I wish I'd rememberedto
wear my lucky orange socks.

I've never been this farup
the tunnel alone before.

I'll go back.

No! I can't.

I've got to be here. It's part
of my plan to save Gobo.

Gobo!

Somebody save Gobo! Oh, h*!

It's not much of a plan, is it?

Oh, look!

There she is, the
all-knowing Trash Heap.

[sobbing]

Marjory, come on, will you?

Hey, we've got
company coming, Marjory.

-What's wrong with her,
Philo?-Oh, who knows, Gunge?

Oh, I just spilt the milk.

It was the last milk we had.

I was looking forward to it.

Oh, Marjory, don't
cry over spilt milk.

Yeah.

Oh. [sniffles]

Yes, yes, you're right, of
course. That's good advice.

[clears throat] Oh,
great Trash Heap...

uh, hello from the
world of Fraggles.

Hello from the world
of garbage![laughing]

-You are in the presence
of...-The all-knowing...

-Trash heap!
Yeah!-Trash heap! Yeah!

I see all. I know all.

Uh, did you bring me a present?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Oh, oh, we brought you this.

Oh!

A beauty thing.

Well, what do you wish to know?
Well, what do you wish to know?

[stammers] We need your
advice. Our friend Gobo, you see...

Don't cry over spilt milk.

That's terrific advice.

-Yeah. The Trash Heap has
spoken! Yeah!-Has spoken! Hmm!

[both] "Don't cry
over spilt milk"?

Oh, thank you, ma'am.

-Thank you! Don't cry over
spilt milk.-Don't cry over spilt milk.

Oh, bye-bye, bye-bye, and
thank you for the, uh... the, uh...

Hmm.

Ever noticedthere's
no name for this thing?

[both] Don't cry
over spilt milk.

I don't understand that.

Well, neither do I, but it's magic, andthe
Trash Heap knows the very best magic.

Yeah. I guess so. Okay.

[both] Don't cry over spilt
milk. Don't cry over spilt milk.

Don't cry over spilt milk.

Of course, maybe Gobo'shaving
fun in the outside world, but...

gee, I bet he'd rather be here with us.
Gee, I bet he'd rather be here with us.

Prepare to clear
stones from area!

Set up!

[rumbling]

[Mokey] Hmm...

Pesky Doozers.

-Oh, Gobo!-[Bull
Doozer chattering]

Will we ever go huntingfor
water stones again?

[thudding]

Down endless corridorswhere
Doozers never dig.

Searching together
for the perfect pebble.

[thudding]

Just you and I, down
endless streams,

constantly churning one
stone against... Hi. Hi, Mokey.

Boober!

I've been up looking at the
entranceto the other world.

-Have you?-It's hopeless.

We're not strong enoughto
get through a wall like that.

Why, to break through that thing,
we'd need a rock, well, this big.

Huh? What...

Boober! You've done it!
Boober! You've done it!

-I have?-Yes. Look!

m*ssile armed.

Stand by.

Ready, aim, fire!

[thudding]

Hope is rekindled.

I tell you, maestro, it's the
musical instrument of the decade!

Of course, I still got a couple
oflittle problems to work out of it.

But, well, for one thing, it
needs to be mechanized,

and, of course, it still sounds
terrible, but other than that, it...

Well, same to you!

Who does he think he is?

[honking]

[sighs] Doesn't he
ever leave this room?

I can't even try to escape.

[chuckles]

[pants]

Ah, Sprocket, mail call already,
hey? Let's see what we have here.

Aw, a letter from Kermit, and a
bill from the Party Favor Company,

and another postcardfor
someone named Gobo.

Here. Throw that away,
Sprocket. There's a good dog.

[sniffing]

Oh, it's another notefrom
my Uncle Travelling Matt.

"Dear nephew Gobo,

I can't tell you how lonely it isfor
a Fraggle in the outside world."

Wanna bet?

"I've been trying to make friendswith
some of the creatures here..."

[Matt] ...and believe me,
some of them are strange.

I am currently exploring a big city, so I
have donned an appropriate disguise.

[yells]

It was here that I discovered
that strangeand sad little animal,

the sidewalk creature.

Sidewalk creatures have very
large headsand long, skinny bodies

that appear to be
rooted to the ground.

They cannot move
about to gather food.

When they grow hungry,
their faces turn red.

Interestingly, the silly
creatures of this world

seem to like the
sidewalk creatures.

They carry pockets
of food for them.

But the sad thing is
thatsometimes the silly ones

forget all aboutthe dear
little sidewalk creatures,

so there they stand,
starving for hours.

Once I found a bit ofsidewalk
creature food on the ground.

So I fed one of the creatures.

[whirs, clicks]

It made a grateful sound.
I think I've made a friend.

I hope so because
I get lonely out here.

I miss all the good
Fragglesof Fraggle Rock.

"Love, Travelling Matt."

So do I, Uncle Matt.

Oh, I hope my friends have
a planto get me out of here.

Ready, aim, fire!

[tooting]

Lunch break!

Come on, we have to
drag this thingup the tunnel.

Okay.

Hey, g*ng! Gobo is
about to be rescued.

We know! We have the Doozers' catapult.
We know! We have the Doozers' catapult.

-We have the Trash Heap's magic.-The
catapult will break through the wall.

Don't cry over spilt
milk. That's the magic!

-Isn't it great?-Isn't
it wonderful?

[Mokey and Red]What
are you talking about?

[grunting]

[grunts] Oh, thank
goodnessl got this hammer.

-[grunting]-[barking]

Oh, easy, boy. Ah. Easy!
Oh, no. Steady, steady now.

Hey. Hey, look.
There's Santa Claus!

[groans]

[gasps, barking]

Oh, quiet, Sprocket!

The mechanized versionof my
new musical instrument is complete.

-[barks]-Quiet, now, quiet,

or you won't hear the music.

[barks]

-There we are.-[barking]

[honking]

You like that, Sprocket?

[chuckles]

[gasps, barking]

Back, boy! When I say the magic
words, I will vanish in a puff of smoke.

Abracadabra!

[barking]

Okay, a little,
little to the left.

[grunts]

How's that?

Perfect! Oh, that's great.

It's aimed exactly at the
boardwe have to break.

Good. I'll wind the tension.

Okay. Um... I'll
go get a big rock.

[grunts]

[panting]

Okay. Here we go.

Okay, Red, start the magic.

Check.

Oh! [squeaks]

The milk is spilt.

Okay, now, don't cry over it.

Right.

-Presto change-o! Uh,
uh, shazam!-[barking]

Oh, I'm starting to
tear up, Red![sniffles]

Wembley, you mustn't!

[barks, howls]

Here comes the
big one. Alakazam!

[Wembley pants]

-We did it.-Huh? What?

We didn't cry over spilt milk!

[exhales]

-I found one!-Oh,
don't slip in the...

[Mokey and Boober scream]

Whoa!

[barking]

Hey, I'm back!

[all] Yay!

My magic words worked.

Oh, it was us not
crying over spilt milk.

But it was my catapult.

It was me! I was the ammunition.

[all laughing]

How about that? We rescued me.

♪ We feel glad ♪

♪ Glad, glad ♪

♪ I feel so glad, hey! ♪

♪ Yeah, we feel so glad ♪

♪ I feel glad ♪

♪ Yeah, we feel so glad ♪

♪ I feel glad, I feel
glad, I feel glad ♪

♪ We feel so glad ♪

♪ I feel glad ♪

♪ We feel so glad ♪

[Gobo] ♪ I feel glad ♪

♪ Yeah, we feel so glad ♪

♪ Glad, glad, glad ♪

♪ Oh, I feel so glad ♪

♪ Yeah, we feel so glad ♪

♪ Yes, I'm so glad ♪

♪ Yeah, we feel so glad ♪

♪ I feel, I feel, I
feel, I feel so glad ♪

♪ Yeah, we feel so glad ♪

♪ I feel so glad ♪

-♪ Yeah, we feel so glad ♪
-[Wembley] ♪ I feel so glad ♪

♪ Glad, glad ♪

♪ I feel so glad ♪

♪ Yeah, we feel so glad ♪

♪ I feel glad ♪

♪ Yeah, we feel so glad ♪

♪ I feel so glad ♪

♪ Yeah, we feel so glad ♪

♪ I feel so glad ♪

-♪ Glad, glad ♪-♪
Yeah, we feel so glad ♪

♪ Glad ♪

♪ Glad ♪
♪ Glad ♪

♪ Glad ♪

Yeah! All right!

[all chattering, cheering]

[honking]

From this moment forth,
the piano is obsolete!

[laughing]

[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 ♪

♪ Let the music play ♪

♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪

♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪

♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪