02x18 - The Day the Music d*ed
Posted: 10/03/23 08:32
[upbeat music playing]
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Work your cares away
I Dancing's for another day
I Let the Fraggles play
We're Gobo, Mokey, Wembley, Boober, Red!
“Whoopee!
Wowee!
Ooh, a Fraggle!
[chuckles] Look, Ma. I got a Fraggle!
Argh!
Whoopee!
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
Down in Fraggle Rock.
Dawn. And the birds are singing.
Isn't that the most beautiful
thing in the world, Sprocket?
[snorts]
The light. The music.
[yawns]
I wonder what the birds think about
when they're singing, Sprocket.
I wonder if they think
they are making the sun rise. [chuckles]
Well, we'd have to be
able to really communicate
with the birds to know that.
I wonder how you'd go about
communicating with another species.
Like you and me, for instance.
Could I find a way
for you and me to communicate?
Now, where would I start?
How could I, a human being,
communicate with you, a dog?
[sighs]
But suppose we miss it, Gobo?
[yawns] Don't worry, Wembley.
‘We'll make it.
-Yeah.
Hey, look how deserted these caves are.
You know, we haven't
seen a Fraggle in days.
Do you think everyone's at the Great Hall?
Of course, waiting for the Storyteller
to announce who's going
to write the Glory Song.
-Yeah.
-I can't wait.
Me neither.
-Hey, ooh...
Hey, did you see that?
Yeah, yeah. [stuttering] The light just...
[indistinct voices]
Did... did you hear something?
I felt something.
No, no. I mean a sound.
Like a voice, or voices.
Huh.
Nah.
Nah.
Come on, let's go find out
who's going to write the Glory Song.
-Yeah.
Hey, Wembley?
What if it were you?
“You?
-Or me?
-Me? Hoo-hoo!
[Gobo yawning]
[yawning]
-I don't know why I'm so tired.
I always get this way when it gets dark.
Yeah, I guess so.
Hey, come on, let's get going.
We don't wanna miss anything.
Yeah, yeah.
[indistinct voices]
Fellow Fraggles,
the future awaits our song.
I, your Storyteller,
have brought to you the Gourd of Guidance.
[Storyteller] Yes, yes.
And I am now ready to draw
the name of the Fraggle
who will write our Glory Song.
[all exclaiming]
To write the song that
will sing of our generation,
our entire cycle of the cave.
[all exclaiming]
Now, get on with it, will you?
I'm already the World's Oldest Fraggle
without waiting another cycle
for your announcement.
[Storyteller] And the winner is...
[Fraggle] Oh, brother!
And it's going to be...
[Fraggles clamoring]
The lucky Fraggle is...
Gobo Fraggle!
[Fraggles cheering]
[Storyteller] The Gourd of Guidance
has brought your name to the top.
Wow!
-It's never been wrong yet.
-Yeah, but
-[Red] Gobo!
[all chanting] Gobo! Gobo! Gobo! Gobo!
Really, really, Madame Storyteller,
I'm much more
of an explorer than a writer.
We can all help Gobo!
[Fraggles cheering]
[Storyteller] Well, as long as
you don't help him write the song.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
We wouldn't do that, would we?
No, no.
No, no, no.
This is a task
he must undertake by himself.
Yeah, but we'll all help him
in any other way we can, right?
[all] Yeah! Yeah!
We'll take
the Solemn Fraggle Oath on that.
[all] Yeah!
Weeba weeba, waffa waffa,
garpox gumbage, whoopee!
[indistinct voices]
[strumming guitar]
[sighs]
Boy, being chosen to write the Glory Song
is the most important thing
that's ever happened to me.
[sighs] And it's gotta be
the most important song I've ever--
[Fraggles] ♪ Flitzy witzy Ditzy §
I Your brain's so ftsy bitsy I
I Your toes so small, no nose at all
I You're smaller than a Ditzy
Hmm. Tsk.
It sure is hard to concentrate
with all that squawking and shouting.
Hmm.
['l have to att*ck this songwriting
more systematically.
I'l start with the lyric.
Let's see, um...
Ask me what's a Fraggle,
oh, what's a Fraggle for?
I Hup, two, three, four }
7 Set your shoulder?
I Move that boulder ♪
I Hup, two, three, four...?
What's a Fraggle for?
Two, three, four, hup, two...
No. No. No.
I Give me one, and give me two ♪
I Cover me with muck and goo ©
I Give me three, and give me four?
I Down my sock and... }
-Come on.
Uh-oh.
What?
-Uh, Gobo?
What's wrong?
[stutters] Did we do something wrong?
Well, how can I
possibly write the Glory Song with...
with all this singing going on?
But, gee, Gobo, we're sorry.
Yeah, we didn't realize.
Well, you all promised
to help me, didn't you?
[all] Yeah.
-So how about a little quiet?
-Oh.
-Oh.
Gobo, you are absolutely right.
Come on, you guys, let's go.
[all shouting] Gobo says stop singing!
-Gobo says stop singing!
-Everybody stop singing!
-Stop singing!
-Shh! Quiet!
-Stop singing!
-Stop singing!
Uh, I didn't mean to stop singing.
I meant...
[sighs]
[gasps] I've got it!
Ask me what's a Fraggle?
What's a Fraggle, please?
And I will show you something
with hair upon its knees.
[groans] No. No. No.
The Glory Song's got to be great.
My responsibility
is to make our cycle of the cave
come fo life for future generations.
[indistinct voices]
I Flitzy witzy Ditzy 3
I You're smaller than a Ditzy... }
[Red] Gobo says stop singing!
[all] Gobo says stop singing! Stop!
[all three] Stop singing?
[groaning]
Oh, come on, you three. We promised.
Besides, you don't have to sing
to be a Fraggle.
No!
I suppose we could speak it.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
[all three] Flitzy, witzy, Ditzy,
your brain's so itsy bitsy,
your toes so small...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!
-It lacks a certain sparkle, somehow.
-Sparkle.
Yes, well, I suppose itis difficult
when you can't just let your essence
manifest at will.
-Hmm.
How true. How true.
True, true.
-Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Fraggle is as Fraggle does.
Afragile Fraggle thing.
A fleeting flight of flickering fluff.
Flah, flah, flah, flah, floo, flee.
No...
No, Gobo, that's great!
Is that the Glory Song? ‘Cause I love it.
[gasps]
Nah.
No. No.
I've been working on it all day, Wembley,
but I just can't get it right.
[sighs]
Well, let me help.
Well, thanks, Wembley, but I...
[shudders]
laughs]
Wembley, what are you doing?
Well, I'm trying for
a different point of view
on your problems.
[panting]
-Hmm.
“Whoa! Ooh. Oh.
-Yeah.
You know, there's
something in that, Wembley.
-Yeah.
“Hmm.
Maybe a walk could loosen me up.
Whoa!
Well, hey, no problem.
I know a really loose way of walking.
[grunting]
Whoops!
Shh!
Boy, it sure is quiet around here
without anybody singing
or playing music.
Yeah, I never thought I'd say it,
but it's depressing, too.
Yeah.
Boy, it's amazing how
a song brightens a day.
I sure hope Gobo
finishes that Glory Song soon.
I know we promised,
but one little song couldn't hurt.
I've never gone this long without singing
in my whole life.
But, Red!
Gobo is engaged in a huge undertaking.
I mean, our definitive song.
I know. I know.
I really appreciate your
trying to help, Wembley, but--
Hey, how about if I show
you how I att*ck a problem?
Watch. [grunts]
[making karate sounds]
[siren wailing]
-Hey, did you do that?
-Uh-uh.
[Flange] Blackout in the Great Halll
Blackout in the Great Hall!
[Fraggles clamoring]
What happened to the light?
It's gone! The light is gone!
[siren wailing]
[imitating barking]
Well, I'm trying, Sprocket.
Give me a chance.
[imitating growling]
[Sprocket grunts]
What did I say? What did I say?
[grunting]
This isn't working at all.
[stutters] This is doing no good. Come on.
Listen. It's that noise again.
Listen!
[indistinct voices]
[voice] Help!
There itis.
That voice I heard in the dark cave.
I hear it, too.
[voice] We need your help.
Who did you say needed our help?
[voice] We are the Ditzies.
That is our name.
But I thought Ditzy
was just a nonsense word.
[Ditzies] We have been
trying to speak to you.
But we've never met you before.
We have never gathered to speak until now.
[stutters] Well, that makes sense.
[Ditzies] The glow of
our bodies lights your caves.
Now we are dying.
We do not know why.
We must save our strength.
Help us.
[voice fading] Help us.
The light... spoke to us.
It's like a vision.
[Cotterpin] Oh, it's a vision, yeah.
Well, come on.
We got to do something.
-Yeah.
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Work your cares away
I Dancing's for another day
I Let the Fraggles play
We're Gobo, Mokey, Wembley, Boober, Red!
“Whoopee!
Wowee!
Ooh, a Fraggle!
[chuckles] Look, Ma. I got a Fraggle!
Argh!
Whoopee!
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
Down in Fraggle Rock.
Dawn. And the birds are singing.
Isn't that the most beautiful
thing in the world, Sprocket?
[snorts]
The light. The music.
[yawns]
I wonder what the birds think about
when they're singing, Sprocket.
I wonder if they think
they are making the sun rise. [chuckles]
Well, we'd have to be
able to really communicate
with the birds to know that.
I wonder how you'd go about
communicating with another species.
Like you and me, for instance.
Could I find a way
for you and me to communicate?
Now, where would I start?
How could I, a human being,
communicate with you, a dog?
[sighs]
But suppose we miss it, Gobo?
[yawns] Don't worry, Wembley.
‘We'll make it.
-Yeah.
Hey, look how deserted these caves are.
You know, we haven't
seen a Fraggle in days.
Do you think everyone's at the Great Hall?
Of course, waiting for the Storyteller
to announce who's going
to write the Glory Song.
-Yeah.
-I can't wait.
Me neither.
-Hey, ooh...
Hey, did you see that?
Yeah, yeah. [stuttering] The light just...
[indistinct voices]
Did... did you hear something?
I felt something.
No, no. I mean a sound.
Like a voice, or voices.
Huh.
Nah.
Nah.
Come on, let's go find out
who's going to write the Glory Song.
-Yeah.
Hey, Wembley?
What if it were you?
“You?
-Or me?
-Me? Hoo-hoo!
[Gobo yawning]
[yawning]
-I don't know why I'm so tired.
I always get this way when it gets dark.
Yeah, I guess so.
Hey, come on, let's get going.
We don't wanna miss anything.
Yeah, yeah.
[indistinct voices]
Fellow Fraggles,
the future awaits our song.
I, your Storyteller,
have brought to you the Gourd of Guidance.
[Storyteller] Yes, yes.
And I am now ready to draw
the name of the Fraggle
who will write our Glory Song.
[all exclaiming]
To write the song that
will sing of our generation,
our entire cycle of the cave.
[all exclaiming]
Now, get on with it, will you?
I'm already the World's Oldest Fraggle
without waiting another cycle
for your announcement.
[Storyteller] And the winner is...
[Fraggle] Oh, brother!
And it's going to be...
[Fraggles clamoring]
The lucky Fraggle is...
Gobo Fraggle!
[Fraggles cheering]
[Storyteller] The Gourd of Guidance
has brought your name to the top.
Wow!
-It's never been wrong yet.
-Yeah, but
-[Red] Gobo!
[all chanting] Gobo! Gobo! Gobo! Gobo!
Really, really, Madame Storyteller,
I'm much more
of an explorer than a writer.
We can all help Gobo!
[Fraggles cheering]
[Storyteller] Well, as long as
you don't help him write the song.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
We wouldn't do that, would we?
No, no.
No, no, no.
This is a task
he must undertake by himself.
Yeah, but we'll all help him
in any other way we can, right?
[all] Yeah! Yeah!
We'll take
the Solemn Fraggle Oath on that.
[all] Yeah!
Weeba weeba, waffa waffa,
garpox gumbage, whoopee!
[indistinct voices]
[strumming guitar]
[sighs]
Boy, being chosen to write the Glory Song
is the most important thing
that's ever happened to me.
[sighs] And it's gotta be
the most important song I've ever--
[Fraggles] ♪ Flitzy witzy Ditzy §
I Your brain's so ftsy bitsy I
I Your toes so small, no nose at all
I You're smaller than a Ditzy
Hmm. Tsk.
It sure is hard to concentrate
with all that squawking and shouting.
Hmm.
['l have to att*ck this songwriting
more systematically.
I'l start with the lyric.
Let's see, um...
Ask me what's a Fraggle,
oh, what's a Fraggle for?
I Hup, two, three, four }
7 Set your shoulder?
I Move that boulder ♪
I Hup, two, three, four...?
What's a Fraggle for?
Two, three, four, hup, two...
No. No. No.
I Give me one, and give me two ♪
I Cover me with muck and goo ©
I Give me three, and give me four?
I Down my sock and... }
-Come on.
Uh-oh.
What?
-Uh, Gobo?
What's wrong?
[stutters] Did we do something wrong?
Well, how can I
possibly write the Glory Song with...
with all this singing going on?
But, gee, Gobo, we're sorry.
Yeah, we didn't realize.
Well, you all promised
to help me, didn't you?
[all] Yeah.
-So how about a little quiet?
-Oh.
-Oh.
Gobo, you are absolutely right.
Come on, you guys, let's go.
[all shouting] Gobo says stop singing!
-Gobo says stop singing!
-Everybody stop singing!
-Stop singing!
-Shh! Quiet!
-Stop singing!
-Stop singing!
Uh, I didn't mean to stop singing.
I meant...
[sighs]
[gasps] I've got it!
Ask me what's a Fraggle?
What's a Fraggle, please?
And I will show you something
with hair upon its knees.
[groans] No. No. No.
The Glory Song's got to be great.
My responsibility
is to make our cycle of the cave
come fo life for future generations.
[indistinct voices]
I Flitzy witzy Ditzy 3
I You're smaller than a Ditzy... }
[Red] Gobo says stop singing!
[all] Gobo says stop singing! Stop!
[all three] Stop singing?
[groaning]
Oh, come on, you three. We promised.
Besides, you don't have to sing
to be a Fraggle.
No!
I suppose we could speak it.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
[all three] Flitzy, witzy, Ditzy,
your brain's so itsy bitsy,
your toes so small...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!
-It lacks a certain sparkle, somehow.
-Sparkle.
Yes, well, I suppose itis difficult
when you can't just let your essence
manifest at will.
-Hmm.
How true. How true.
True, true.
-Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Fraggle is as Fraggle does.
Afragile Fraggle thing.
A fleeting flight of flickering fluff.
Flah, flah, flah, flah, floo, flee.
No...
No, Gobo, that's great!
Is that the Glory Song? ‘Cause I love it.
[gasps]
Nah.
No. No.
I've been working on it all day, Wembley,
but I just can't get it right.
[sighs]
Well, let me help.
Well, thanks, Wembley, but I...
[shudders]
laughs]
Wembley, what are you doing?
Well, I'm trying for
a different point of view
on your problems.
[panting]
-Hmm.
“Whoa! Ooh. Oh.
-Yeah.
You know, there's
something in that, Wembley.
-Yeah.
“Hmm.
Maybe a walk could loosen me up.
Whoa!
Well, hey, no problem.
I know a really loose way of walking.
[grunting]
Whoops!
Shh!
Boy, it sure is quiet around here
without anybody singing
or playing music.
Yeah, I never thought I'd say it,
but it's depressing, too.
Yeah.
Boy, it's amazing how
a song brightens a day.
I sure hope Gobo
finishes that Glory Song soon.
I know we promised,
but one little song couldn't hurt.
I've never gone this long without singing
in my whole life.
But, Red!
Gobo is engaged in a huge undertaking.
I mean, our definitive song.
I know. I know.
I really appreciate your
trying to help, Wembley, but--
Hey, how about if I show
you how I att*ck a problem?
Watch. [grunts]
[making karate sounds]
[siren wailing]
-Hey, did you do that?
-Uh-uh.
[Flange] Blackout in the Great Halll
Blackout in the Great Hall!
[Fraggles clamoring]
What happened to the light?
It's gone! The light is gone!
[siren wailing]
[imitating barking]
Well, I'm trying, Sprocket.
Give me a chance.
[imitating growling]
[Sprocket grunts]
What did I say? What did I say?
[grunting]
This isn't working at all.
[stutters] This is doing no good. Come on.
Listen. It's that noise again.
Listen!
[indistinct voices]
[voice] Help!
There itis.
That voice I heard in the dark cave.
I hear it, too.
[voice] We need your help.
Who did you say needed our help?
[voice] We are the Ditzies.
That is our name.
But I thought Ditzy
was just a nonsense word.
[Ditzies] We have been
trying to speak to you.
But we've never met you before.
We have never gathered to speak until now.
[stutters] Well, that makes sense.
[Ditzies] The glow of
our bodies lights your caves.
Now we are dying.
We do not know why.
We must save our strength.
Help us.
[voice fading] Help us.
The light... spoke to us.
It's like a vision.
[Cotterpin] Oh, it's a vision, yeah.
Well, come on.
We got to do something.
-Yeah.