Original subtitles

[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 attack 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 attack 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.

Who knows anything about Ditzies?

You could check with the World's Oldest Fraggle.

I' mean, he's been around so long, he might know something.

-Yeah, Yeah. Wembley] Good idea.

[snoring]

Gobo, are you sure that the World's Oldest Fraggle's cave

is this far?

Well, it's kinda hard to tell, it's so dark,

-but I think so. Yeah.

[Gobo] Hello!

Your Agedness!

[gasping]

We're sorry to disturb you,

but we were wondering if you could tell us anything about the Ditzies.

[snoring]

What did he say?

[snoring]

Oh.

Wake up. Wake up, Your Agedness--

[Wembley] Oh, no. -Ah, it's no use, Wembley.

[Gobo] He's really asleep.

Well, come on, we'll have to think of something else.

Okay.

[snoring]

The World's Oldest Fraggle must have really been tired.

[yawning] I'm feeling kind of tired, too, Gobo.

Hey. Hey, Red! How's it going in the Great Hall?

Have you been able to... [grunts]

[snoring]

[grunting]

-Red? [snoring]

Oh, no. She's fallen asleep, too.

Wembley, what's happening to us?

Oh! Oh!

Ooh! Oh, I... I'm sorry, Gobo.

I must have dropped off there for a second.

What were you saying?

-Come on, give me a hand. -Oh. Oh, oh...

[grunting]

We've got to get back to the Great Hall, and fast.

[all snoring]

-Oh, no! “What?

-They've all fallen asleep. -Asleep.

All these cycles, we've depended on the Ditzies, and now--

Now, I think I'l just take a little nap.

[groans] -Oh, no!

Wembley, you've got to stay awake.

-Pay attention. -[stutters] Hey, look!

Huh?

Oh, thank goodness. The Storyteller hasn't fallen asleep.

Storyteller hasn't fallen asleep.

Oh, no. “What? What? What?

She's sleepwalking.

[yawning]

There's got to be some way.

Oh, they must have gathered those lanterns,

but then they all went out, and everyone fell asleep.

That means this is the only thing keeping us awake.

[Fraggles snoring]

“Wembley, come on! [grunting]

[stutters] Where are we going?

Well, where there's light.

We've got to go see the Trash Heap.

Oh... Oh, yeah.

[yawning] I gotta lay down, Gobo.

I gotta get just a little sleep.

It will all be over if you do, Wembley.

[babbling]

[Gobo] Wembley! [grunting]

[Wembley snoring] -Come on.

[grunting]

The light in the garden will wake him up.

[grunts] It will wake us both up.

[yawning]

Got to keep moving.

[Wembley snoring]

[Gobo panting]

There itis.

The light.

[panting]

The light.

I can see I've been going about this all wrong.

Dogs don't just communicate with their barking.

They also use an elaborate sign language.

[snoring] [ll try the hello gesture.

[sniffing]

[yelps]

Ahal Success!

Now, I'l try the l-want-to-be-friends gesture.

[panting]

I resent the implication that I've gone mad, Sprocket.

I'm experimenting,

and doing miserably at it, too.

[Sprocket yawns]

Excuse me.

Hmm? Uh...

Uh... Ah.

You're excused.

[both] The Trash Heap has spoken.

Nyah!

But everyone's asleep, and we can't-

Sorry. One consultation only.

Yeah, yeah, we can't have Fraggles running in here all the time

bothering the all-seeing Trash Heap.

But this is an emergency.

-Yeah, -It's okay, boys.

I'm feeling in an expansive mood.

Don't get fooled now, Marjory.

Yeah, it's just the fresh load of radish tops

the Gorgs dumped on you this morning.

[laughing]

Yes, it does give me energy, boys.

Now, what can I do for you?

It's the Ditzies, Madame Heap.

You've heard of Ditzies?

Of course. Of course.

Well, the Ditzies are dying, and the Fraggles have all fallen asleep.

What should we do?

Do what Fraggles always do.

Yeah, the Trash Heap has spoken.

Yeah. Twice, in fact.

But wait! I don't understand. What should we do?

[Marjory] Okay.

You came to the right place. Il'spell it out for you.

Yeah, spell it, Marjory.

I When you think you've got problems ♪

7 Call Marjory ♪

I When you're feeling confused ©

I What are we gonna do?

I When you don't know from trouble ♪

I don't know, don't know ♪

I And your brain is in a snooze ♪

[snoring]

I Every Thomas, Dick And hairy-faced baboon ♪

[Philo gibbering]

I Thinks he knows which way to go I

7 Which way am I gonna go? §

I But I am telling you The way you want to be ♪

I You wanna be like her

I Listen up, because I know!

I know, I know, I know, I know! }

I Hey, don't be shy, don't be lonely

[Philo trilling]

I No, don't go falling on the floor §

Hi-ya!

I What you need now is only?

[exclaiming]

7 Do the stuff you've always done before

IYes, doit doit doit doit doit?

I Tell them, boys }

7 Oh, yeah! }

I Everybody's got some Problems of their own ♪

I Oh, we got problems, foo

I Everybody gets the blues §

♪ Oh, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe ♪

I If you take some Good advice I got for you §

I You better take it

I Then you won't feel confused ♪

I Hey, don't be shy, don't be lonely

I No, don't be lonely I

I Oh, don't go falling on the floor

[trilling]

[tweeting]

I What you need now is only?

[exclaiming]

7 Do the stuff you've always done

JAnddoit doit Do it, doit, do it like before 2

[Philo exclaiming and trilling]

"Oh, doit?

[tweeting]

7 Oh, yeah, doit?

[tweeting]

That was great!

Yeah, but what does it mean?

Well, I think it means that we're supposed to do

what we've always done, doesn't it?

Exactly.

But it doesn't make any sense.

[both] The Trash Heap has spoken.

-Yet again. -Yeah.

You'll see the light yet, young Fraggle.

You'll see the light yet.

[yawning]

What are we going to do now, Gobo?

Well, we gotta stop and think. -Hmm.

I know the Trash Heap is saying something, but I don't know what.

And there's no one left to ask about the Ditzies.

Hey, we could check your Uncle Matt's postcard.

It's helped before.

Well, we've tried everything else.

"Dear Nephew Gobo..."

[Matt] / have discovered a race of minstrels here in Outer Space.

I Blow the horn, beat the drum }

I Make that banjo start to strum

I What's that far-off Rat-tat-booma-chicka sound? }

7 Oh, yeah?

[Matt] Multitalented creatures with strange appendages

that make the most pleasing music.

Other silly creatures throw things at them,

a bizarre practice, which, fortunately, we more civilized Fraggles avoid.

The music was so good, I couldn't help joining in.

After all, there's nothing more important to a Fraggle than music.

I Fraggles really love to eat?

I When the Doozers dig up radishes I

[yodeling]

"Love, your Uncle Traveling Matt."

[Wembley exclaiming]

Gee! Singing, dancing.

Wow! -Yeah.

Soon, that will all be gone forever,

unless we can get those Fraggles out of there.

You and I'l have to go back in and carry them out here, Wembley.

-One by one. Here?

But what about the Gorgs?

Well, we'll just have to risk that.

The light will wake our friends up and then,

maybe together we can find some way to save the Ditzies.

Yeah. -If we don't fall asleep, too.

[yawns]

[all snoring]

Grab the nearest Fraggle you can and let's get out of here.

Yeah.

Oh, boy!

Is a pile of Fraggles ever comfortable?

Hey, Wembley.

[grunts]

Wembley!

Uh, wait.

I feel so tired.

I've got no strength left. Oh--

[Ditzies whispering] Help us, please. Help us.

[grunts] I'm so tired, I can barely lift this guitar,

let alone another Fraggle.

Uncle Matt says nothing's more important than music.

But what about the Ditzies' lives?

What about ours?

[sighs]

If only there was something I could do.

[strumming guitar]

I Times I lose the spark I

I Living in the dark ♪

I How I wish my song could be a sign }

[gasps] Where did that come from?

I Sing it like a bird ♪

I Sunlight in my words

I Learn to sing the golden sun to shine

Must be from the music.

♪ Shine on?

♪ Shine on me ♪

♪ Shine on?

♪ Shine on me ♪

The Trash Heap said, "Do stuff you've always done before."

And Uncle Matt said, "Nothing is more important than music.”

Ditzies! That's it.

They must live on music.

I Times I'm in the night 7

I Can't locate the light ♪

I How { wish I knew the right design I

I Music in the air?

I Making brightness there ♪

I Learn to sing the golden sun to shine

Id sing?

♪ Shine on?

♪ Shine on me ♪

♪ Shine on?

♪ Shine on me ♪

♪ Shine on?

♪ Shine on me ♪

♪ Shine on?

♪ Shine on me ♪

♪ Shine on?

♪ Shine on me ♪

♪ Shine down so we can see ♪

♪ Shine on?

♪ Shine on me ♪

♪ Shine on?

♪ Shine on me ♪

1 Till the glory comes to be

♪ Shine on?

♪ Shine on me ♪

[Ditzies] We thank you for this. We will not forget.

[Gobo] We did it!

That's it! That's Gobo's Glory Song!

[all cheering]

tis?

Yeah, itis.

The Gourd of Guidance guides again.

[all cheering and laughing]

I can't think of any other approaches, Sprocket.

I'd like to communicate with you, but...

[grunts]

Well, I think it was a very good suggestion.

Think of the benefits to mankind and dogkind

if we'd solved this problem.

[whimpers)

We're already communicating? But what has that got to do with the--

Why, you're right.

-So we are. -[whines]

Two different species in constant communication.

Ah, but you didn't really realize that fill we'd done the experiment,

and that makes it a good experiment.

What have we proved?

We proved that the best way for us to communicate

is being just the way we are.

[sniffing]

[groans]

[music playing]

[scatting]

I Dance your cares away ♪

I Worry's for another day

I Let the music play }

I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪

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 ♪

I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪