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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.

I tell you, Sprocket, that wind is really blowing out there.

Winter is definitely on its way.

Sprocket, where are you, boy?

I can't believe he would've gone outside.

He hates the cold weather.

There you are, Sprocket.

Sprocket, what are you hiding from?

You weren't hiding, you were sleeping.

Now, why do I find that hard to believe?

Well, something tells methat you've got something up your sleeve.

I know you don't have sleeves.

But I know you, and I knowyou're trying to avoid something.

Sprocket.

Aha!

You wanted to avoid your annual visitto the vet's for your shots.

Why, Sprockie, you still can't be scaredof a little needle?

You just fetch your leash, and let's get it over with.

It's for your own good, you know.

Sprockie.

Do you know what just happened?

Morty Fraggle just sneezed all over me.

How any Fraggle can havesuch a careless attitude towards germs,

I just will never understand.

In fact...

Gobo, what's wrong with you?

It's nothing, Boober.

Well, how can you say it's nothing?

You look terrible.

You have a fever, don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I do.

All right, Gobo, I'm gonna ask yousome medical questions now.

Does your fur feel frizzy?

Yeah.

Do your teeth feel ticklish?

Yeah.

Does your tail ache?

Now that you mention it, yeah.

You fool, you fool, you fool. Don't you realize what's happening?

Not really.

You're coming down with the Pebble Pox.

Is that all?

"Is that all"? "Is that all"?

The Pebble Pox is only the mostcontagious disease a Fraggle can have.

But, Boober...

All right, Gobo, I don't want youto take this personally...

But I gotta get out of here!

Well, yeah, sure, Boober.

The germs, they're everywhere. They're all over everything.

They're on the rocks, and they're crawling through the slime.

It's horrible. You can't... It's horrible. You can't...

Is there no escape from contagion?

I don't know that,

but I do think I could think betterif you put me down.

-I'm sorry.-Yeah.

-I'm sorry, it's just...-It's okay.

It's just Gobo has been strickenwith the Pebble Pox.

We've gotta do something to cure him

before his germs spread any further.

That's a good idea. How do we do that?

The only thing that can possiblycure the Pebble Pox is doogenberries.

-Yeah.-And the only place

we can get doogenberriesis in the Cave of Shadows.

The Cave of Shadows?

Yes.

Normally, I wouldn't goanywhere near the place.

But we have got to stop the spread of germs.

Yes! I'll go with you.

-You will?-I'll go get my stuff.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Wembley, whatever you do, don't get too close to Gobo.

Gobo, can I borrow your mapof the Cave of Shadows?

I told Boober I'd go there with him.

It's right over there.

Gee, Gobo, you... you really look sick. Gee, Gobo, you... you really look sick.

Yeah, but... Well...

It's no big deal.

But Boober says it's the Pebble Pox.

Look, the Pebble Pox is just oneof the challenges that life has to offer.

You know, Gobo, you're really brave.

I've never been sick, but if I ever am, I bet I'd get real scared.

Well, Wembley,

-I've faced a lot of danger in my time.-Yeah.

I've been chased by monsters and...

-thumped by Gorgs.-Yeah.

I hardly think a little thinglike being sick is gonna get me down.

Yep.

I'm the kind of guy who can take a tusslewith a few germs right in stride.

Yeah. You know, Gobo, I wish I could be more like you.

I'd really hate it if I had thoselittle red dots all over my face.

Yeah.

You know, Wembley, I wish more Fraggles were like you.

You mean clumsy?

No, I mean interested in preventingthe spread of germs.

Yeah, but do you really thinkdoogenberries are gonna cure Pebble Pox?

Well, I hope so, Wembley,

because the Pebble Pox is one of the

mosthorrible experiences a Fraggle can have.

I'd heard that they're not that bad.

Well, Gobo says that you justhave to learn to take germs in stride.

Wembley, let me tell youabout the greatest evil

the world has ever known.

Contagion.

They'll come from the east They'll come from the west

They're comin' to get youWhen you wake and when you rest

They'll come from the front They'll come from the rear

Look out!

They're comin' to taste youAnd they don't know any fear

Oh, no.

Their name is contagiousTheir numbers outrageous

They're wrigglin' and ragin' like wormsAnd it wiggles and squirms

-Wiggles and squirms?-I'm talkin' 'bout germs

You're just walkin' along

Just singin' a song

You're mindin' your business'Cause you ain't done any wrong

I ain't done nothing wrong.

They'll come from the drains

Look out, Wembley! They'll come in their planes Oh, no.

They're comin' in cabs and trainsAnd clouds and hurricanes

Look out!

You know, you'll never get rid of themNever be hidden

They're wigglin' and squirmin' like worms

-Wiggles and squirms-Wiggles and squirms

I'm talkin' 'bout germs Wembley.

They're everywhere.

It's bad. It's bad.

So I understand about contagion.

And I didn't go near Gobo.

That's good.

I feel weird.

Do you think I could get sickfrom his map?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Boober!

Wembley.

Boober... Boober...

Germs.

This is ridiculous, Sprocket.

You've gotta come outfrom under that blanket sometime and...

Hello.

Ms. Ardath, you're probably callingabout the storm windows.

Well, I'll come over as soon as I can getmy dog to come out from under the...

What?

You're not calling about the windows?

It's about your Airedale, Marigold?

She's sick? How awful.

And she's afraid to go to the vet?

Yes, I do understand.

I see, she's hiding under the porch of the Inn,

and she won't come out?

And you were wonderingif Sprocket could come over

and convince her to go to the vet's?

Well, I'd love to help, but...

We'll be right over.

Germs.

I gotta get out of here.

Boober.

What am I doing?

I'm deserting a sick friend.

I can't do this.

Wembley, I'm coming.

What am I saying? He's sick.

He's covered with germs.

What am I gonna do?

This is a nightmare.

If I run away, I'm a coward, the lowest of the low.

-Slime.-Boober.

But if I help him, I risk being exposed to his germs.

I think I need another pillow, Red.

But you just asked meto take that other pillow away.

I know, but my neck hurts.

Okay.

Okay, take it easy.

Every muscle in my bodyis wracked with pain.

Well, sorry.

Could you fluff it up a bit?

Why, sure I can.

You know, I don't think you realizehow serious the Pebble Pox is.

It isn't that bad, you big baby.

Didn't I have it last time?

Well, yeah, but it couldn't have been as bad as this.

And watch who you're calling a baby.

Okay, you're not a baby.

You have a much worse caseof Pebble Pox than I had.

Mm-hmm. I thought so.

In fact, you probably havethe worst case of Pebble Pox

that any Fraggle has ever had.

I bet you're right.

So, why don't we settle downand have a nice little nappy.

So, why don't we settle downand have a nice little nappy.

And soon, Boober will be back with your medicine.

Medicine?

I'm not taking any medicine.

Yes, you will,

because I am going to pour it downyour little baby throat.

Hey, you're supposed to be nice to me.

I want some barley tea.

Okay.

And radish toast.

Okay.

And a moss pack...

for my head.

Boober, where are you when we need you?

Boober...

I'm right here, Wembley.

Where are you? You sound so far away.

Well, I'm coming, Wembley.

I was just...

I was just looking for something.

Uh-huh.

Here I am, Wembley.

Well, you sound closer, but I still can't hear you.

Well, I'm right here.

Oh, no. This is scary.

I think there's something wrongwith my ears.

Well, there's nothing wrongwith your ears.

I can hear.

Well, of course you can.

You just can't do much of anything else.

I guess this is a pretty bad case, huh?

Well, not necessarily.

In a bad case, your fur starts to frizz... My fur?

And your teeth get ticklish... My teeth?

And your tailwould start to ache like crazy.

Wembley, what is it? What's wrong?

It's my tail, it's killing me.

-No. I knew it. I knew it.-Yeah.

You are going to have the worst caseof Pebble Pox in the history of sickness.

I knew it. I knew it.

What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?

Boober, don't be afraid.

What? You, the sickest Fragglel have ever seen

are telling me not to be afraid?

Sure, Boober, because...

it isn't you that's going to die.

Well, neither are you. Well, neither are you.

Don't even say such a thing.

Don't even think it.

He's gonna die.

Boober, but the germs have got me, and I'm so scared.

Wembley, just try to be like Gobo.

-Like Gobo?-Yes.

There. He...

He wouldn't be scared of a little thinglike Pebble Pox, would he?

Gobo?

What's wrong?

Red and I could hear you moaningall the way over in our cave.

It's this horrible Pebble Pox. I can't stand it.

Oh, Gobo.

Will it help if I tell youthe secret of how I turned the Pebble Pox

into one of my most gratifyingexperiences?

You found the Pebble Pox... gratifying?

Yes, yes.

And I'm sure when I tell you about it, so will you.

Okay. What's the secret?

First, hold out your arm. First, hold out your arm.

Now...

What do you see?

You know what I see.

Miserable, horrible, itchy Pebble Pox!

Exactly, exactly, and that's your problem.

Mokey, I don't understandwhat you're talking about.

You are not looking at itfrom the Pox's point of view.

-What?-Well, how do you think a Pebble Pox feels

when you call it horrible and miserable?

I bet you never thought about that, now, did you?

No, I didn't think so.

Well, I have, and let me tell you, it's not pleasant.

That is why you have to learn to loveyour Pebble Pox.

Accept it on its own terms.

And I have not told you the best part yet.

Yeah.

-The best part, sure.-Yes. Now, see this? See this?

Each little Pebble Pox is different.

No two are exactly alike.

Like snowflakes.

And... if you look closely,

you can see a pattern. You can see a pattern.

Here, here, look at this.

A field of dandelions.

Here, Mokey. Why don't you read this?

Well, yes, but...

I was just getting to the middleof my philosophy on...

I know, and it really helped me a lot.

It did?

Thanks.

Yeah, well, that's why I wanna sharethis card with you.

I'm sure you'll find it very gratifying.

Oh, gee.

I guess I'll read it, then.

"Dear Nephew Gobo..."

The life of an explorercan be a lonely one,

especially here in Outer Space.

Occasionally, you meet some fellow travelers,

but it's rarethat you make any real friends.

But every once in a while, destiny steps in...

Hubba-hubba.

And you find someoneyou were meant to know.

So your name's Bessie?

"Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt." "Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt."

You're right, Gobo.

That really is gratify...

Gobo?

Isn't that nice?

He's sound asleep.

Well, I just love helping Fraggles.

Here I am,

the one Fraggle who's devoted his lifeto the avoidance of illness,

and what do I get?

Stuck out in the middle of nowherewith my friend, the germ farm.

Well, might as welllook on the bright side.

While I'm at the Cave of Shadowscollecting doogenberries,

I won't have to be exposedto Wembley's Pebble Pox.

Help! Poison Cacklers! Poison Cacklers!

I'm coming, Wembley!

I'm coming.

Boober!

I'm coming, Wembley.

-Boober!-I'm coming, I'm coming.

What is it? What's wrong, Wembley? What is it? What's wrong, Wembley?

They're all over me!

What? There's nothing on you.

The Poison Cacklersare crawling all over me, Boober.

Oh, no, he's delirious.

Now, Wembley, listen to me.

-What?-You have a very high fever.

Do you understand me?

It's very, very high.

-A fever?-Yes, that's right.

And it's making you see thingsthat really aren't there.

Not here?

That's right. There are no Poison Cacklers.

No Cacklers?

No. There's nothing herethat can hurt you.

No Cacklers.

Okay. Now, Wembley,

I have to go to the Cave of Shadowsfor your medicine.

What? No, you can't go!

Please don't leave me, Boober. What about the Cacklers?

-I told you, there are no Poison Cacklers.-Don't go, Boober.

No, Boober! Please stay.

Don't go.

Don't worry, Wembley.

Come on. We'll go to the Cave of Shadows together.

Come on. Come on.

Yes. That's it. Yes. That's it.

-Boober, I can't...-Don't worry, Wembley. I'm right here.

I just... Pox.

All right, germs.

This is the dayyou've all been waiting for.

Come and get me.

Boober, what about the Poison Cacklers?

It's all right, Wembley. I'll carry them too.

We're almost there, Wembley.

Just a few more turns.

Thanks.

Sorry, Wembley.

All right, you shadows! Back off.

Jungle grass.

That'll ward off infection.

Moon rose.

That'll reduce his fever.

Yeah.

There's what we came for, Wembley.

Doogenberries.

Yes.

Well, Wembley... we did it.

We got what we need. We got what we need.

Ha, shadows.

There, Wembley.

Drink this doogenberry tea.

It'll make you feel better.

Here. Come on, head up.

There.

How's that?

It's nice, but I don't thinkit's gonna do any good.

What do you mean? Of course it will.

I still think I'm gonna die.

Wembley, don't say that.

But, Boober, the germs got mefrom the east and from the west.

-But...-And I'm contagious,

which is the greatest evilthe world has ever known.

You're just trying to make the endeasier for me.

The end? Wembley, stop it. Stop it.

Stop it.

Sometimes, although not very often,

I guess I exaggeratehow terrible being sick can be.

Yes. You see, I guess...

Well, I suppose the Pebble Poxis just a natural part of life.

I don't believe I said that.

I'm confused.

Well, you're confused because of me. Well, you're confused because of me.

I put it in your headthat the Pebble Pox was unbearable.

Actually, you called it the mosthorrible experience a Fraggle can have.

Well, yes. No. I mean...

Don't you see? Your suffering is partly my fault.

You mean, if I think that being sickisn't that bad, then it won't be?

Well, what you thinkcertainly can make a difference.

Do you believe that?

-Well, sure.-Well, so do I.

I'm feeling a lot better already.

But, Wembley, you are sick and you do need your rest.

Well... Yes. There, just settle down.

Yes.

You know... But I'm not tired anymore.

Wembley, listen to me.

If there's one thing I do know about, it's being sick.

Yeah.

Well, you know about cooking.

-Well, yes, but... And laundry.

That's true, I... Wembley.

Just go to sleep.

Okay.

Yeah.

You know, Boober, I'm real glad you're here with me.

I'm glad too.

-Red.-Hi.

Is that for Gobo?

Oh, yeah.

He had this sudden cravingfor parsnip stew,

right after I finished making himsome rutabaga soup.

Red.

Don't be so hard on him.

Being sick can be very difficult.

Gobo's not being difficult.

He's being impossible!

Now, Wembley, just remember what I told you.

It's just a natural part of life.

Wembley. Poor Wembley.

Great, another patient.

Boober saved my life.

-Well...-He did?

-Yeah.-But, Boober... weren't you afraid of catching

whatever it is Wembley had? I mean...

Well, I know how worried you areabout getting sick.

Don't be ridiculous, Mokey.

I'm not afraid of being sick.

-You're not?-You're not?

Nah, of course not.

Well, that's good.

Then you won't mind it when I tell you Then you won't mind it when I tell you

that little red dotsare starting to appear all over your face.

Oh, no.

Boober.

Boober, remember,

the Pebble Poxare just a natural part of life.

-Come on. We'll look after you.-That makes three patients.

-Come on.-So, remember, boys,

it's just a natural part of life.

I want to commend you, Sprocket, for being so brave.

You set quite an example for Marigold

when you leapt upon the vet's examining table

and demanded your shots.

Yes, you were magnificent,

and I'm sure she thought so too.

That's it, boy.

Have a nice, long rest. You deserve it.

Would this help?

There we are.

Good boy.

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