03x04 - Blanket of Snow, Blanket of Woe

[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.

[Sprocket panting]

There. I've finished all my
noteson that new snow removal idea.

And now I'm readyto play
fling and fetch with you.

[barks] Whoo-hoo!

[panting]

-[rings]-Hello.

Oh, Ms. Ardath, how
nice to hear from you.

That... advertising
copy I promised you?

It's due today?

Well, I'll just polish up the ideasl've
generated and bring them over.

Well, as soon as I can.

Bye.

Sprocket, what am I going to do?

I don't have one single idea!

-[barks]-Oh, fling and fetch!

Sprocket, I know I
promisedto play with you,

but I promised Ms. Ardath,
too. What am I going to do?

But I promised Ms. Ardath,
too. What am I going to do?

[barks]

[Mokey] Give me
one and give me two.

Knit three and purl four.

Oh, phooey.

I just do not feel
like knitting today.

[exhales deeply]
What can I do instead?

[grunting]

[sneezes]

Bless you.

-[sneezes]-Bless you.

Oh, Lanford, [gasps]
you've caught cold.

Oh. Didn't I wrap you up last
night? Gee, I know I meant to.

-I'm sorry, Lanford.-Oh! Oh!

[Mokey] Red! Red, are you okay?

[grunts] No. I twisted
my stupid ankle!

Oh, no. How?

You try playing ice
hockeywith a pair of skates

your best friend didn't
repairlike she promised!

Ah! Ah!

[grunts] Thanks to
you, Gobo's team won.

Oh, Red, I'm really sorry.

I am, I am. I meant to fix your
skates. I just forgot. I'm sorry.

You seem to forget about an
awfullot of things, if you ask me!

-That's not true!-[groans]

[sneezes]

-Lanford.-Oh! Oh!

-Oh, Red.-[sneezes]

-Lanford!-Oh!

-[Boober] Mokey. Mokey.-Huh?

Mokey, good, good, good. Listen,
I just stopped by to remind you

to get the frozen radishesfor
my cold-fighting soups.

[screaming]

Ooh. She doesn't
like soup anymore?

It's not that. Believe
me, it's not that.

Every time I try to help, all
I do is let everybody down.

Well, if you want
to help, just help.

If you don't wanna help,
don't promise that you will.

Well, well, I didn't.

I mean, I did, but...
Well, I didn't mean...

Listen, Mokey, it's not reallya
big problem for me personally.

I mean, I was workingon
my Doozer stick consommé,

I mean, I was workingon
my Doozer stick consommé,

but because of the
big snowfalllast night,

I wanted to start on my
traditionalfrozen radish bisque.

The big snowfall?

As high as a Gorg's knees.
And, of course, to Boober Fraggle,

-the first big snowfall always
means... Oh, no! The tarpaulin!

-[gasps]-The tarpaulin?

Yes, yes. I promised to knit a
tarpaulinfor Madam Trash Heap

before the first
big snowfall, and...

Oh, no. What will
she think of me?

-I just hope she's
okay. Excuse me.-Huh?

[groans loudly]

[stutters] Don't worryabout
the radishes, then.

[sighs] Suppose I can
alwaysmake a nice bouillabaisse.

-[sneezes]-[Red groans]

[grunting]

Ma! Oh, Ma, Ma, whoever
heard of picking radishes

in this weather?

Junior, everything I
learnedas a tiny princess

I learned at the hairy
knee of my mother,

Queen Esmerelda. [gasps]

- May she shed in peace.-Ma...
- May she shed in peace.-Ma...

And her first rule was,
"Waste not, want not."

But, Ma...

Cooking goombah is a
wayof using up all our leftovers,

and that includes those
frozen radishes, my little prince.

[stutters] But, Ma,
my princely paws

-are freezing their
little pads off.-Oh!

Then pick faster, O
heir and head gardener.

-Oh, yes, Ma.-[Ma Gorg shivers]

Oh, why me?

Everything's so frozen solidl can
barely break through the... [screams]

Ice. [sighs]

[mutters] What a... Gee.

-Oh.-[Junior] Whoa!

Oh, Ma!

-[Mokey gasps]-Ma! [yells]

Oh!

Marjory!

[Mokey] Oh, Madam
Trash Heap, I'm so sorry!

-I forgot all about the
tarpaulin and I...-[wailing]

[Mokey] Good morning.

Listen to that! "Good morning."

-Oh!-Oh, the sting
of a simple salutation.

Can't you see that there's
nothinggood around here, little Fraggle?

Can't you see that there's
nothinggood around here, little Fraggle?

-We got an emergency on
our hands.-Marjory's frozen.

-[Mokey gasps]-[Gunge] Ice!

And we're to blame. Oh!

Boo-hoo!

♪ Once, it was summer ♪

♪ Once, there was sun ♪

[both wail]

♪ Pouring its love-light
upon everyone ♪

[Philo] Oh, gee!

♪ But now my poor
heartHas nowhere to go ♪

-Nowhere to go.-Nowhere.

♪ It's buried beneath ♪

♪ A blanket of snow ♪

[all] ♪ This blanket of
snow'sA blanket of woe ♪

♪ What did I say ♪

♪ And where did she go? ♪

Where'd you go, Marjie?

♪ This cold in my
heartKeeps hurtin' me so ♪

[Gunge] I don't know, Philo.

♪ This blanket of
snow'sA blanket of woe ♪

♪ First she was warm ♪

♪ And then she was cool ♪

[both crying]

[both] ♪ And then came the
frostOn this poor, frozen fool ♪

♪ The snow dropped, got piled ♪
♪ The snow dropped, got piled ♪

-♪ From my head ♪-♪ To my toes ♪

Remember? It was cold.

♪ Under that blanketOur
lovin' has froze ♪

[all] ♪ This blanket of
snow'sA blanket of woe ♪

♪ What did I say ♪

♪ And where did she go? ♪

Marjory!

♪ This cold in my
heartKeeps hurtin' me so ♪

♪ This blanket of
snow'sA blanket of woe ♪

♪ This blanket of
snow'sA blanket of woe ♪

Oh, Marjory!

Marjory!

-Whoa!-Oof.

You see, usually, we cover
Marjorywith the tarpaulin

just before the
first big snowfall.

Yeah, but we couldn't find it.

-[Mokey] Mm-mmm.-"Don't worry!"

That's what Marjory said.

Yeah. And look at her now.

[Gunge] It's all our fault.

Uh... No, no, it's all my fault.

You see, she asked meto knit her a new one
You see, she asked meto knit her a new one

when the old one fell apart. And I
promised I would, but I... I forgot.

-[both] It's all your
fault!-[Mokey gasps]

So, little Miss Promise-Breaker,
what are you gonna do about it?

What are you gonna do about it?

-What are you gonna do?-I
don't know! I don't know!

But I'll think of something. I
promise. And this time, I mean it.

Oh, I only promised
to knit herthat tarpaulin,

'cause I didn't want
herto think badly of me.

Oh, no. Now she's really
gonna thinkbadly of me. Oh, dear.

Okay, Cotterpin, don't rev
heruntil I give her the jump.

[engine revving]

Thanks for the spark, Rich.

It's lucky for youl
sprained my ankle, Gobo.

-Yeah.-My team had
broken your defense.

-We were just about...
The only thing you broke

-was your ankle,
braid-brain.-Oh. [laughs]

Listen, hat-head, as soon
as this heals, you're on.

Team against team for the number one spot.
Team against team for the number one spot.

-Agreed.-[Mokey] Red! Red! Red!

-[Red] What?-The Trash
Heap is frozen solid.

-[all] Solid?-Yeah.

Oh, it's all my
fault! It's all my fault!

I didn't knit the tarpaulin. Oh!

Hey, there'll be time
enoughfor guilt later.

-What are we gonna
do right now?-Um...

It's too bad the Trash Heap's
frozen. We could ask the Trash Heap.

You know, we can't just chip her
freebecause, well, she's pretty brittle.

I think we've got to find a wayto
thaw her out before it's too late.

There's only one place I
knowto turn to for inspiration.

-Yes!-Oh, no. You're right.

Read it. Go ahead. Oh!

[Red groans]

"Dear Nephew Gobo..."

[Matt] I find myself increasingly
lonelyin Outer Space,

searching for creatureswho
could be my friends.

The other day, I saw a Silly Creature,
all by himself, atop a giant stalagmite.

He seemed the perfect
companionfor a lonely Fraggle like me,

but he ignored me completely.
But he ignored me completely.

-[grunts]-I decided
to climb up to see him,

but found myself face-to-facewith
one of his vicious guards...

[screams]

- who attacked me.-Whoa!

The few kindnesses I am
shownmake me long for Fraggle Rock,

where we know how to really
loveand take care of each other.

"Love, your Uncle
Travelling Matt."

-[blows nose]-[Wembley sobs]

"Love and take
care of one another."

Oh, I just feel so bad

about what's happened
to Madam Trash Heap.

-[Wembley crying]-We all do.

Yeah. Me, too.

Now, we really need
some inspiration.

Soup's on. Come and get it.

A hot consommé to
thaw out a cold brain.

-That's perfect!-What?
Now you like soup?

We'll take every last
dropof Boober's soup

-and we'll dump it on the
Trash Heap.-Terrific idea!

[Boober] What?

-The soup's hot, which
will melt the ice.-Yeah.

It's full of all kinds of good thingswhich
will help revive Madam Heap.

It's full of all kinds of good thingswhich
will help revive Madam Heap.

[all] Yeah!

Will somebody please
tell mewhat is happening?

Believe me, Boober, your
soup will be saving a life.

-[Boober] Yeah,
but I... [Red] Yeah!

Oh, no! Oh, oh. Stupid ankle!

Now they're gonna haveall
the adventures. [grunts]

[wails]

[Gobo] Oh, no!
She's really frozen.

Hurry up. Before
the soup gets cold.

Soup? Hey, is this
any timefor picnicking?

-Yeah. Have you no
heart? No soul?-Yeah!

But this is for Madam Heap, to
help revive her, like I promised.

-Don't just stand there,
then.-Yeah. Dish it up!

[Mokey] Right.

[Wembley] Did it help?

Not a twitch.

-Nary a stir.-Oh,
we're too late.

[both] Too late!

-[Mokey] Oh, no.-[ice cracking]

-[gasps] Hold it!
Hold it! Look!-[gasps]

[Boober] Oh!

Yay! Yay! She's okay! She's
okay!-[Gobo] It's working!

Yay! Yay! She's okay! She's
okay!-[Gobo] It's working!

Once you've known the whole Trash Heap,
it's hard to settle for just a finger.

What are we supposed to do, spend
our days shaking hands? [sniffles]

Oh, Mokey, I hate to say
it, but they have a point.

That took the whole
pot of Boober's soup.

-The only pot.-I know, I know.

-[ice cracks]-[gasps]

[Marjory] Mmm. More soup.

[both] The Trash
Heap has spoken!

-You heard the lady. Let's
get cooking!-[all] Yeah!

-The Trash Heap has spoken!-The
Trash Heap has spoken!

-The Trash Heap has spoken!-The
Trash Heap has spoken!

But how are we ever
gonnaget enough soup up here

to thaw the Trash Heap?

Oh, I don't know,

-but we just have to think of
something.-[Ma Gorg] Junior!

Don't forget the beebleberries,
or the dried lulu blossoms!

[chuckles] This is going
to be a soupfit for a queen.

[chuckles] This is going
to be a soupfit for a queen.

-Did you hear that?-What?

-She said soup, and I
can smell it.-[Gobo sniffs]

-Waste not, want not, my
royal fledgling.-[Junior] Yeah.

Some of this has been sitting in
thatroot cellar for at least 100 years.

[chuckles] It might as
wellgo in my goombah.

[Junior] Gosh, Ma, there's gonna
beenough soup to last us for days.

-Gobo, follow those Gorgs.-Yeah.

Junior, leave those berries and
blossomson the royal table, dear,

right next to your lovely gift.

Oh! Oh, I'm glad you likedthe
salt and pepper shakers, Mommy.

Yeah, oh, I carved
themall on my lonesome.

Yeah. Don't they lookjust
like Fraggles, huh?

-Indeed. A very unusual
gift idea, son...-Thank you.

But Mommy always
lovesthe gifts you make her.

Oh, Ma, cut out the
gushy stuff, will ya?

Oh! [chuckles]

- [Junior] Always so gushy.-Junior!
- [Junior] Always so gushy.-Junior!

Is something wrong,
O mildest of moms?

-What are these?-Uh...

Greaseberry seeds. [exclaims]

Greaseberry seedsmake
soup taste horrible!

Well, it's dark in
the root cellar, Ma.

I didn't know I'd
grabbedgreaseberry seeds.

Still it's good to
learnto be more careful.

-Well, yeah, but I... If those
had ended up in my goombah,

I'd have had to throwthe
whole potful in the trash.

-[Junior] Ma, I
really tried.-That's it!

-Shh!-[Ma Gorg] Oh, tried?

Slip greaseberry
seeds into the soup,

and the Gorgs will have to throw
iton Madam Heap. She'll be saved.

Yeah. But first, we'll have
to getsome of those seeds.

-Now, throw them out.-[sighs]

Yes, Ma.

Boy, your best is never good
enougharound this kingdom.

[Gobo] Come on. We'll grab
all of those seeds we can.

Whoa! It's cold out there.

[shivers, laughs]
[shivers, laughs]

[Ma Gorg scatting]

[Ma Gorg sniffs, exhales]

[exhales]

Oh, gee, queen of
cuisineand mommy of mine.

How do you ever figure
outhow much to put in?

I mean, there's
so much stuff here.

Expertise, Junior.

♪ Take a pinch of
thisAnd a shake of that ♪

♪ And a splash of
somethin' good ♪

♪ 'Cause a cook just knowsBy
the twitch in her nose ♪

♪ The way a good cook should ♪

I see!

♪ Take an ounce of
thisAnd a pound of that ♪

♪ And a ton of something else ♪

-No, no.-Right? No?

♪ And you stir it
roundAnd you let it brown ♪

♪ Till the whole
concoction melts ♪

I get it.

[both] ♪ Give it a
whoopWith a loop the loop ♪

♪ A ladle and a scoop ♪

♪ It's a good-time
goombah soup ♪

[slurps]

♪ A good time can be had by
allWith a good-time goombah soup ♪

♪ It'll rock your socksTill
you climb the wall ♪

♪ The good-time goombah soup ♪

♪ It's a soup that
laughsAnd barks and jeers ♪

♪ It's the old-time
goombah soup ♪

♪ It'll pin your earsTill
you give three cheers ♪

♪ It'll pin your earsTill
you give three cheers ♪

♪ It's a good-time
goombah soup ♪

-[scatting]-[Ma Gorg] Oh!

That's my boy.

[continues scatting]

♪ Everybody wants some more ♪

♪ It's an old-time
goombah soup ♪

♪ With a hey and a
h* and I love it so ♪

♪ The good-time goombah soup ♪

♪ Everybody wants some more ♪

♪ It's an old-time
goombah soup ♪

♪ With a hey and a
h* and I love it so ♪

♪ The good-time goombah soup ♪

♪ With a little shake
hereAnd a little shake there ♪

♪ And then there's
soup to spare ♪

[Junior] Sounds really yum.

-Careful. You're spilling
the seeds.-It's okay.

[Ma Gorg] 'Tis definitely getting
there, mmm, but it still lacks something.

[exhales] The
pot's too far away.

Pass me the salt
and pepper, Junior.

Okeydoke. Here you go, Mommy.

-Whoops!-[gasps]

Careful, Junior.

Spilling salt is bad luck.

Did you see that?

Yeah. Salt and pepper
shakers. So?-Right.

Yeah. Salt and pepper
shakers. So?-Right.

[Ma Gorg scatting]

Boy, have I got a terrific idea!

[Gobo] What idea?

Well, what do you think?
Do I look like pepper?

-[Sprocket] Whoo-hoo.-"The
resort for winter sport."

Ah, no. That's an exaggeration.

"Put the boots to
winterat the Captain's Inn."

-No, that's too
violent.-[Sprocket trilling]

Oh, not now, Sprocket! I
promised this to Ms. Ardath,

and a promise is a promise!

-[barks]-Yes, but I
promised her first.

"When the snow's in your
faceand the wind's at your back,

try the Captain's
Innfor a place to relax."

[groans]

You didn't like it either, eh?

"When you go out,
the Captain's Inn."-Ugh!

"When you go out,
the Captain's Inn."-Ugh!

Ah, it's too corny.
It's too general.

[groans]

Admit it, Gobo, posing
as a shakeris a good idea.

Okay, okay, but I should be
the Fraggledoing the posing.

Oh, I caused all this trouble,
and, well, I promised to fix it.

That's very brave
and very good of you.

But I'm the best qualified,
in terms of experience.

-No, Gobo, you don't...
And I think... Shh!

-[sighs]-You don't
understand. I've got to do it.

Me. It's my responsibility.

I caused the trouble, and
now I'm going to finish it.

-[sighs]-Besides...
[Ma Gorg scatting]

You're too short.

Too short?

Oh, uh, I mean...

[slurps]

[lips smacking] Oh,
still not right. Hmm.

A final splash of seasonings, methinks.
A final splash of seasonings, methinks.

[inhales deeply] Uh, um...
- Oh, uh...-[Mokey whimpers]

-Yes.-[Mokey] But...

Oh, phooey.

That should do it. Mmm.

No, it needs more pepper, too.

Ooh! These are
awfully realistic, Junior.

-[Gobo] Oh, no!-[Junior]
Aw, gee. Thanks, Ma. [laughs]

-They feel like Fraggles.-Yeah.

-[Ma Gorg] Oh.-[Mokey grunting]

[Ma Gorg] "An extra whack for good
luck," as Queen Esmerelda used to say.

Oh, oh, excuse me. I... Oh.

[Ma Gorg scatting]

-Come on!-Yeah.

Junior, how would you
liketo taste my soup?

Oh, you bet! Oh,
boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy!

[slurps]

[gasps]

-Ma! That's horrible!-Huh?

-[Ma Gorg] What? How can
you say that?-That is so terrible.

[gasps] Pa, you come down here!
[gasps] Pa, you come down here!

[Pa Gorg] Coming, sweetykins.

Well, it is!

Your son has been
insulting my cooking.

Junior, how could you?

But I only said thather
soup tasted horrible, Pa.

Taste it yourself and tell your
heirto the throne how delicious it is.

-Of course, my
queen of hearts.-Oh.

[slurps] Mmm!

That does taste delicious!

A-ha.

Oh, no! It's not working.

-Greaseberries. My
favorite.-[gasps] What?

Let me taste that.

[slurps] Ugh!

Ooh! That's disgusting!

I told you, Ma.

-And you didn't lie,
son.-Mmm-hmm.

Well, throw it all out.

-Aw!-[sobs]

All that work for nothing.

But... but... but, dumpling
lips, I love greaseberry soup.

I know. But I don't.

And I don't like the bad
breathit gives you, either.

And I don't like the bad
breathit gives you, either.

-It lasts for months.-Oh!

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Make sure you throw iton
that heap of trash, Junior.

We might as wellget
some compost out of it.

-Waste not... Yeah, want
not. I know, Ma. I know.

[Pa Gorg] Oh!

Oh, boy.

[both] We did it! We did it!

-[Junior] Whoa!-Oh,
no. What now? Come on.

[stutters] Ah.

[Junior laughs]

-Whoa!-Oh, no! The soup.

Ah, ah, ah. Whoa!

Whoa!

[exclaims]

[yelling]

-Oh, come on! Come on! Oh!-Oh.

Whoa! Oh!

Whoa! [crash]

Hurry, Gobo! [yells]

I got rid of the soup, Mommy!

[panting] Is Madam Heap...

No! She hasn't
moved since you left.

-It's too late.-Oh.

- Nothing can help.-The spark is gone!
- Nothing can help.-The spark is gone!

Yeah. Passed intothe
trash heap of history.

[Mokey] Oh, no. Madam Heap!

-[ice cracking]-[grunting]

Oh! Now that's
what I call goombah!

Mmm!

Greaseberry seeds, right?

Mmm! Delicious!

Um, uh... Madam Heap, it was all
my faultand I'm really, really sorry.

I promised to knit you that
tarpaulin, and, well, I didn't.

But from now on, I promise
to keep all my promises.

Oh! Just keep bringing me
soupslike these last two, little Fraggles,

and all is forgiven.

Hey, look. I just whipped upa
fresh, little batch of moss bouillon.

[chuckles]

Oh, a third course.

How civilized!-[Wembley]
She's all right! She's okay!

How civilized!-[Wembley]
She's all right! She's okay!

[all clamoring]

Yes, my little Fraggles.

Sprocket, Ms. Ardath loved
my copyfor the newspaper ad.

"For a real icebreaker,
try the Captain's Inn."

She said she never
realizedhow multi-talented I was.

Now, I haven't
beenneglecting you, Sprocket.

I made a promise I had to keep,

and now it's time
for fling and fetch.

[rings]

-[Sprocket] Whoo!-Oh! Hello.

Oh, Ms. Ardath.

You're looking for a fourth
personto play a game of bridge?

Now?

Well, I'm sorry, but I
did promise Sprocket

-that I'd spend this time
with him.-[exclaims happily]

You understand?

Well, promises are promises.

Some other time, then. Bye.

[chuckles] Here we go.

[barks]

[laughs]

[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 ♪