03x07 - Believe It or Not

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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.

Yes.

I put it out the window
myself. Don't worry.

See you later.

Imagine a grown-up
woman like Ms. Ardath

being afraid of spiders.

It was only about this big.

The way she was talking about it,
you'd have thought it was this big.

Poor little spider.

He got trapped in the
bathtubin number seven.

You know what I did?

Well, imagine there's a little
spiderhere, Sprockie, you see,

I coaxed him very
gentlyinto my hand like...

Sprocket.

It's bad luck to k*ll a spider,

and not just for the spider.

Besides, anyway, every
living thing has a right to live.

Sprocket, don't
tell me that you,

a reasonably rational,
well-behaved dog,

are afraid of spiders.

That's ridiculous.

But don't worry. I
know just what to do.

You know something, Wembley?

-What?-I believe
today's the perfect day

for an adventure.

-It is?-Yeah.

Can't you feel itin
your little green bones?

Well, even if I could, I
don't know if I'd believe it.

What do my bones know?

-Wembley, you know what's
wrong with you?-What?

You don't believe
in what you believe.

I...

Wembley, it's all up here.

Here?

Well, what about
my little green bones?

-Oh, no.-Boy, oh boy, oh boy.

I tell you, dreamcake,

'tis all up here.

No, 'tis not.

'Tis all down there
in the basement.

Let us not argue, honeybunch.

The basement does
not need to be cleaned.

You only think it does.

I'm not arguing, sweetiekins.

I'm telling you to
clean out the basement.

But sugarpuff, it
really... Don't argue.

Hey, Ma, Pa, come see what I caught.
Hey, Ma, Pa, come see what I caught.

What is it, Junior?

Can I keep him as
a pet? Can I, Ma?

Can I? Can I? Please? Can I?

No.

"No"?

But, Ma, why not?

Because I said so.

No pets.

Not now, not ever.

I want you and your
fatherto clean it out.

I mean right now.

No way I'm spending the dayin
that basement, and that's final.

Now, get in here,

and tell your father to come
outfrom behind the tool shed.

Yes, Ma.

Come on, Wembley.
The coast is clear.

Red, do you really thinkthere's
an adventure out here?

Sure, Wembley.

It's what I've been telling you.

If you really believethere's
an adventure somewhere,

just waiting for you,

then I believe
you're gonna find it.

Hello.

Look at that.

So nice of you to stop by.

Hello.

See? What did I tell you?

Well, is this an adventure?

I am whatever you believe I am.
I am whatever you believe I am.

It's all up there.

Now you see me

Now you don't Where'd he go?

Now I think I'll be me

Now I won't

You only seeWhat you
seem to believe to be me

You hear that, Wembley?

Well...

Making believe that the
dreamln your head could be me

I don't get it.

But it's only you That you
see He sounds like me.

But it's only you That you see

Me too. Wembley, do
you believe those pigtails?

Yeah. I mean, no. I
mean... Now I'm hiding

Now I'm not

Now I'm sliding away

Now you're caught

You only seeWhat you
seem to believe to be me

Making believe that the
dreamln your head could be me

But it's only you That you see

But it's only you That you see

-Oh, my gosh. This
is fantastic.-Yeah.

Wembley and I believeyou
have red pigtails all the time.

-Don't we,
Wembley?-Well, yeah...

Well, no. Well, I mean, I...

Well, which is
it, pigtails or not?

Well...

Come on, hurry. Indecision
is so tough on my system.

Tell me about it.

Wembley, if we believe
pigtails, we'll get pigtails.

Well, in that case, sure.

Thank you very much.

What did I tell you, Wembley?

It's all up here.

Say, these are nice.

Anything else about
me I ought to know?

Sure.

You're nice and you're fuzzly,

and your name is Skenfrith.

Right, Wembley?

Right. Skenfrith?
Right. Skenfrith?

And you love to swimmore
than anything else in the world.

-Right, Wembley?-Right.

I love to swim. I love to swim.

Quick, where do I swim?

There's a big, beautiful
pondin Fraggle Rock

with lots and lots
of fantastic water.

Lead me to it.

Oh, boy, Wembley. Let's
take him home to Fraggle Rock.

He can be our pet.

You mean, like the pets Uncle Matt
sawthe other day in Outer Space? He...

Wembley, you sure knowhow
to wreck a good adventure.

What did Uncle Matt say?

Oh, yeah. He said...
Dear Nephew Gobo,

the other day, I found a
group of Silly Creatures

who keep their nice fuzzy
petstied to their heads.

Can you imagine?

Why do you do it?

I asked.

Why do you wear your
fuzzy peton your head?

And do you know, the Silly
Creature refused to answer.

Perhaps his pet was asleep.

When the Silly
Creature went for a walk,

he was extremely careful not
to disturbhis little pet fuzzy thing.

I found the whole
thing very touching,

or silly.

In any case, it was strange.

And you can believe it or not.

Love, your Uncle
Travelling Matt.

Wasn't that great?

Yes, I believe I found
thatvery interesting.

-I believe you found
it very boring.-Well...

Yes. Couldn't have been worse.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Gorgs! Quick, hide.

Quiet, will ya?

Now that Ma's not looking,

I'm gonna get my pet, and hide
him in my bedroom, and then...

Junior.

Get back in here
and bring your father.

I need him to pry open
the basement door.

It's been nailed shut.
It's been nailed shut.

Hey, Daddy.

I don't know why she wants
usto clean out the basement.

There's nothing down
there except water.

Water?

Water?

Lots and lots of water.

Why do you think I nailed
the door shut, in the first place?

Lots and lots of water?

I could go swimming.

No, no, Skenfrith.

Not that way. Don't go in there.

That's where the Gorgs live!

Pull, Junior.

-Come on.-Pull.

Do you see Skenfrith?

Yeah, there he is, over there.

What Gorgic nincompoopnailed
up this door, in the first place?

Probably one of
your ancestors, dear.

But, Daddy, I
thought you said you...

-What?-I said pull, Junior.

Oh, yeah.

Pull.

I knew it.

Enough waterto sink
a Paloonian battleship.

Water? Let me at it.

No, Skenfrith, come back!

So let's just nail up the
door againand forget it.

-Yeah.-Verily, we should not.

There could be something
disgustingdown there.

There's nothing
disgustingdown there, sugarlips.

Why, it's just your imagination.

So let's just close
up the door...

Hey, Ma,

I think there's something
disgustingdown there.

Oh, no.

I do believe there's a...

a monster in the basement.

Wembley, if the Gorgs
believeSkenfrith is a monster,

then he'll turn into...

A monster!

There, now.

You live with these for a while,

and before long, you'll findyou're
not scared of spiders at all.

It's all up here, Sprocket.
It's all up here, Sprocket.

There. That's not so bad, is it?

Sprocket, stop.

Think of the spider as a friend.

Well, for one thing,

spiders eat all
sorts of bugs, like...

Well, like this beetle.

Oh, no.

You're not afraid
of beetles too?

I can see I have my
workcut out for me.

You have your
work cut out for you.

There is a horrible
monsterliving in our basement,

and you are going
to get it out of there.

That's right, Junior.

-You are going to
get it out of there.-Me?

We've gotta get
Skenfrith out of there.

What about the monster?

There is no monster,
Wembley. It's Skenfrith.

Skenfrith's not a monster.

He's a nice little fuzzly
guywith pigtails, remember?

But I wanna know
about that monster.

Come on.

He's a horrible giant
fiendwith three big googly eyes.

He's a horrible giant
fiendwith three big googly eyes.

Three big googly eyes?

Are you sure he doesn't
havefour big googly eyes?

Of course I'm sure.

I'm a mother, aren't I?

Mothers know these things.

It's got three
googly eyes, and...

fangs.

Oh, no. Don't tell
me I'm a monster.

I can't stand googly
eyes and fangs.

I hate being a monster!

Red, did you hear that?

Yeah. It sounded like a monster.

-This is getting serious.-Yeah.

We've got to find Skenfrithand
believe him back into being Skenfrith.

Red, what about the monster?

See? I know three googly
eyeswhen I hear them.

See? I know three googly
eyeswhen I hear them.

What are we going to do?

How about we just nail up
the doorand forget about it?

-Yeah.-Not on your life.

Yes.

Well, never fear, my queen.

Junior and I will
defend our homestead.

-Right.-Mostly Junior.

But, Daddy, maybe I should
check on my pet before I...

Now, Junior, I
got a brilliant idea.

This monster is a
Gorg-eater for sure.

So why don't you stand
hereand be the bait?

And when the monster
lunges to devour you,

I, the king of the universe, will
clobber it over the head with this.

Oh, gee, I don't know.

Go on, boy. Look appetizing.

Hello.

Monster.

Pa, I don't think that
monster likes me.

This is too much.

What's the matter, monster?

Isn't my son good
enough for you?

Red, we can't go in there.

But, Wembley,
Skenfrith needs us.

You're right. The
monster might eat him up.

Then again, the monstermight
eat us up, too, and...

- Wembley, there is no monster.-Well...
- Let's go.-But...

Then what just roared?

Come on.

This is a very
clever monster, this.

And I'll tell you why.

It's because it has two heads.

Two heads?

Two heads?

Well, there's only
one last thing to do.

Junior must go
down into the murk

and capture the
monster with this net.

I don't know if I should... No!

No son of mineis going
to risk his life so foolishly.

You go.

But, queen of mine,

you know murk is
bad for my circulation.

That's true.

Well, since you two
royal poopnoddies

are so frightened
of a little monster,

I assume this means that I,

your delicate wife,
mother, and queen,

will just have to
go in there myself.

Guess so, Ma.

Yeah, of course
you must, my dear.

Have you ever known
meto stand in your way?

Red, stop, we can't go in there.

What about the monster?

For the last time, Wembley,
Skenfrith is not a monster.

You've gotta
keep believing that.

Who said anything
about Skenfrith?

It's the big two-headed,
googly-eyed monster with fangs

that I'm worried about. And
I'm not gonna... Get in here.

-Skenfrith.-Fraggles.

I'll get you all.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Junior?

Junior, open this
door this instant!

I can't, Ma. It's stuck.

It's stuck?

Oh, no.

That means I'm locked
in herewith the monster.

Hey, Red, we're locked in
herewith a Gorg and a monster.

Okay, Wembley,
I'll give you the Gorg,

but there is no monster.

-But... We've gotta
keep believing that.

Okay, Red. If you say so...

Hey, Skenfrith.

Boy, look at you.

No wonder everyone
believesyou're a monster.

But you can't fool
me. I see your pigtails.

Hey, Red, look it's...

Red. Red.

A monster!

Red.

If we have lots and lots of bugs

and spiders around, Sprocket,

then you'd just
naturallyget over your fear.

You can't be scared of thingsyou
see all the time, now, can you?

You need to be surroundedby
bugs and spiders, Sprocket.

Now, are we doing
everything we canto help you?

Oh, no, we're not.

Constant exposure,
that's the key to my cure.

Now, you see me
all the time, right?

And obviously you're
not scared of me?

Right?

Right. Well, look
what I've made.

Now, Sprocket,

that can't possibly
scare you, now, can it?

I can see this cure is gonna
takelonger than I thought.

Daddy, you think
Mommy will be all right?

Let me out!

Well, at least we
know she's still alive.

Yeah. Don't worry, Mommy.
Yeah. Don't worry, Mommy.

You're not alone
with the monster.

There are two Fraggles
in thereto help you.

Fraggles?

How revolting.

Get away. Get away, Fraggles!

Red, we gotta get
away from the Gorg.

Wembley, let me remind
youof one minor problem.

There's a monster out here.

Skenfrith's not a monster.

I know that, Wembley,

but I found the two
heads very convincing.

Yeah, and the fangs are great.

You know, isn't it amazing?

I never would've believed it. But
all this believing stuff really works.

Wembley, aren't you scared?

Of Skenfrith?

No.

He's only a monsterbecause
the Gorg and you believe he is.

You know something, Wembley?

-You're absolutely right.-Yeah.

There's not a monster out here.

It's only our old
friend Skenfrith.

-Yeah.-Yeah.

Row. Row!

Let me out of here! Let me out!

-Row. Row.-No, Red. Red, no.

Hey, Skenfrith.

So sorry about all this.

Yeah, well... Yeah, well, I
can see your point, sure...

Yeah. Fangs would
be very uncomfortable.

Right. Well, I'll
see what I can do.

-What?-Red.

Red, Skenfrith needs our help.

You see, we gotta
believehe's not a monster.

No, Red. Red, really.

He hates being a monster.

Only we can help.

Okay.

-I'll try.-Okay.

Now all I have to do
is convince the Gorg.

What am I saying?

It's no use.

Well, just because I'm
locked in here forever

with a monster and some Fraggles

is no reason to get
unnecessarily upset.

I'm glad you feel that way

because I think you ought to
knowthat there is no monster in here.

Because I think you ought to
knowthat there is no monster in here.

Right, Red?

Fraggle!

No monster?

No monster?

No monster.

Well, if you ignore the two headsand
the googly eyes and the fangs...

Really, Madam Gorg,

if you take a closer lookyou'll
see Skenfrith is not a monster.

Come on, Skenfrith, show her.

Don't you like his pigtails?

A monster with pigtails!

Look what you've done.

It's all your fault he's a
monster, you monster.

Who are you calling a monster?

You!

But I'm not a monster.

That is a monster.

Would you stop saying that?

It's only a monsterbecause
you believe he is.

Right, Red?

Sure. Sure.

We believe he's a fuzzly
creaturenamed Skenfrith.

-Don't we, Wembley?-You said it.

But how could you?

Just look at those fangs.

What fangs?

We do not believe
there are any fangs.

Look at that.

But I thought...

Say, didn't you
used to have fangs,

or is it just my imagination?

Look, Wembley. No fangs.

-Yeah. Now for the
two heads.-Yeah.

Skenfrith doesn't really have
two heads, does he, Red?

No way.

I see only one head.

How could I have been
so sure he had two?

I've been under a lot of stress.

You've been under a lot
of stress? Tell me about it.

Don't worry. It was an
easy mistake to make.

Now that I look at you,

I don't believeyou're a monster after all.
I don't believeyou're a monster after all.

Just think, all that
fuss over nothing.

-We did it, Red.
We did it.-Yeah.

Yeah, you did it,
Red. You did it. Yeah.

Actually, Wembley, you did it.

-Me? What... Way to go, Wembley.

Well, I guess it was
up here all the time.

That it was.

Of course it was.

And I'm glad you
finally realized it.

-Yeah, but... What
a cute little creature.

How could I have ever
believedyou were a monster?

Yeah.

Why, there's absolutely
nothingto be afraid of.

No.

Except Fraggles!

Look out!

Fraggles!

We're free.

Wembley, wait.
What about Skenfrith?

Really.

This basement is
infested with Fraggles.

But look what I found.

Look. My pet.

Imagine you and your father

believing this poor
little thingwas a monster.

Yeah.

Where is the king?

Hi-h*, my dear.

Glad to see you
looking... so well.

I am going to keep this
cute fuzzly thing as a pet.

Oh, boy.

Wembley, the Gorgs
are keeping Skenfrith.

What are we gonna do?

Well, Red, if we
believe he'll be all right,

then he'll be all right. Right?

It's all up there.

Right.

He's gonna be all right.

Boy, that was some
adventure, huh?

You better believe it.

Okay, Sprocket,

by now, you should not be scaredof
any of these wonderful creatures.

By now, you should not be scaredof
any of these wonderful creatures.

I'll now test you to seeif my
surefire cure is successful.

Now, does that bug scare you?

Good boy.

Well, how about this one?

Well done, Sprockie.

Now here comes the k*ller.

Good boy, Sprocket.

How does it feel to be cured?

Hello.

Hello, Betty.

I mean, Ms. Ardath.

What's that?

There's a bat in the attic?

A real live one?

And you want
me to get rid of it?

Oh, no. I don't mind bats.

Yes, I'll be right there.

Sprocket, what am I going to do?

I hate bats.

They give me the creeps.

You're right.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

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