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[upbeat music]

- ♪ Muppet Babies ♪

♪ They make their dreams come true ♪

♪ Muppet Babies ♪

♪ They'll do the same for you ♪

♪ When your world looks kind of weird ♪

♪ And you wish you weren't there ♪

♪ Close your eyes and make believe ♪

♪ That you can be anywhere ♪

♪ Kermit loves adventure, Miss Piggy is a star ♪

♪ Summer loves to paint, and Fozzie's jokes are... ♪

- Wocka wocka! - Hey, that doesn't even rhyme.

- ♪ Animal's on drums, Gonzo's off in a flash ♪

♪ Everybody duck, 'cause I think he's gonna... ♪

- Is everything all right out here?

all: Yes, Miss Nanny.

- ♪ Muppet Babies, they make their dreams come true ♪

♪ Muppet Babies ♪

♪ They'll do the same for you ♪

[western music]

[horse neighs]

- Yee-haw!

[horse neighs]

- Come back here, ya varmint. - You'll never catch me now.

- Coming through.

- [grunts] - Ooh.

- Whoo-hoo! Yeah.

- Ooh, Kermie.

Your tricycle looks beautiful today.

Likemoi. - Thanks, Piggy.

I just got new wheels

and now it's the fastest trike on the playground.

[horn honks] - Vroom, vroom.

But my bike's name is The Fantastic Fozzie Flyer

and it's the fastest trike on the playground.

- We can't both have the fastest tricycle.

- Uh, then, how do we decide whose is fastest?

- I know. A tricycle race.

- Oh. I thought you were gonna say

juggling contest. Whoa!

[sighs]

But a tricycle race is good too.

- Okay, racers.

Whoever tricycles around the backyard first

is the winner.

On your marks.

Get set.

- [chicken clucks] - Ooh.

[both panting, both laugh]

- Whoa.

- Whoa. - Ooh.

I think I'm winning. - I think I'm winning.

[both yelping] - Get along, little doggies.

- Yee-haw.

both: Ah! - Look out!

[yells] Oof.

[groaning] - Sorry, Kermit.

We didn't mean to make you crash.

- Don't worry, Summer. I'm fine--ow!

My knee. [all gasp]

- Froggy, boo-boo.

- Yeah, and it's the worst kind.

A tricycle race boo-boo.

- You know the best way to get over

a tricycle race boo-boo?

Another tricycle race. - No way.

I--I might get hurt again.

- Oh. Okay.

What do you wanna do instead?

- I know. Come play "Western" with us.

- Yeah. I'll be the villain.

[laughs maniacally]

- We can all play together.

- As long as I don't have to ride a tricycle, count me in.

- Yee-haw!

[western music]

- Welcome to Galloping Gulch, partners.

The rootin-tootinest wild west town

you'll ever set eyes on. [whip cracks]

[horse neighs] It has horses

and cowboys-- - And cowgirls.

- Right. And sheriffs.

- Oh, good 'cause I'm an expert at sharing.

- Not sharing, Fozzie. Sheriffs.

It's the sheriff's job to make sure everyone in town

follows the rules.

You always know the sheriff by his shiny star badge.

- Yup. Like this one.

- [gasps] Kermie,

moi just got a brilliant idea.

You should be our sheriff.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. - Great idea.

- Me? - Well, you do know

an awful lot about sheriffs.

- Then it's settled.

With this extremely

official-looking sheriff's badge,

I hereby name you, "Hop-along Froggy,"

sheriff of Galloping Gulch.

- Well, then I promise to protect Galloping Gulch

from bandits and all that other sheriff stuff.

[all cheer]

- Well, come on, sheriff. Let's all go celebrate.

I hear they're having a hoedown

at the Okie-Dokie Corral.

- Hooray! Wait...what's a hoedown?

- A hoedown is a cowboy... - And cowgirl...

- Dance party. - Yippee ki-yay!

[laughs]

- Saddle up, partners,

and let's mosey on over to the Okie-Dokie Corral.

- Uh, no, thanks. - I'll just walk.

- You sure you don't want to ride there, Sheriff Kermit?

It's a long way. - [sighs]

Sorry, partner. No can do.

Listen up and you'll hear the legend of

Hop-along Froggy and the Bucking Bronco.

[western music]

♪ ♪

♪ There once was a dashing cowboy ♪

♪ Hop-along Froggy was his name ♪

♪ The fastest rider that you've ever seen ♪

[horse neighs]

♪ He rode high up in the saddle ♪

♪ And never lost his way ♪

♪ And like me, he was a little short and green ♪

- Is this song about you, Kermit?

[whip cracks]

- ♪ Till that dark and fateful day ♪

♪ When our cowboy met his match upon the range ♪

♪ And I was thrown ♪ all: ♪ He was thrown ♪

- ♪ From the saddle ♪ all: ♪ From the saddle ♪

- ♪ Tossed, rather roughly ♪

♪ To the floor ♪ - Ouch.

- ♪ Yes, I was thrown ♪ all: ♪ He was thrown ♪

- ♪ From the saddle ♪ all: ♪ From the saddle ♪

- ♪ That's why you'll never see me riding ♪

♪ Anymore ♪

Hiyah!

[sighs]

And I still gots the boo-boo

to remind me of that no good day.

- Well, if my best pal is walking

then I'm a-walking too.

- You're darn tootin'. We're with you, buckaroo.

It's a mighty fine day for a stroll.

♪ ♪

- Hey, how about some jokes while we walk, huh?

What kind of horses do cowboys ride at the beach?

Sea horses. Ah, get it?

Funny.

What did the cowboy say to the pencil?

Draw, partner. [chuckles]

Ooh. Funny.

- Oh, we finally made it.

Welcome to the Okie Dokie Corral.

- [sighs] I'm so tired from walking,

I'm too tired to tell another joke,

and that's no joke.

- [gasps] The hoedown's starting.

Who's ready for some square dancing?

- Square dance! - Yay!

- All right.

- Ooh, juice boxes. Don't mind if I do.

- Come on, Kermie. Let's dance.

- [yells]

- [laughs maniacally]

- ♪ Dosey doe and round you go ♪

♪ Swing your partner, point your toes ♪

♪ Flap your flippers, shake your beak ♪

♪ Wiggle your ears, and stomp your feet ♪

- ♪ Hoedown, hoedown, hoedown, hoedown ♪

♪ Hoedown, hoedown, hoedown ♪

Ah-hah.

- Ah, look. I'm square dancing.

Get it? Wocka wocka!

- Phew.

All that dancing has made me thirsty.

- Sounds like you need a juice box break, sheriff.

Tarnation.

The juice boxes have been stolen.

[all gasp]

Who could have done such a dastardly deed?

- We did.

Gonzo the Kid and the Sundance Potater.

I've got all your juice boxes

and I'm not gonna share with anyone.

'Cause bad guys are really bad at sharing.

- A juice-box bandit.

- You got that right, Fuzzy.

And I've got the bad guy mustache

and bad guy laugh to prove it. [laughs maniacally]

[slurps] Ah.

- Vou will never get away with this.

Sheriff Kermie's gonna catch you

and put you in jail.

- Nobody catches Gonzo the Kid.

So long, city slickers, and thanks for the juice boxes.

[laughs maniacally]

[horse neighs]

- Well, at least he said thank you.

- Nobody takes my juice box.

- Then let's head Gonzo the Kid off at the pass

and get them juice boxes back.

[whistles]

[horses neigh] Saddle up, Kermit.

We gotta skidaddle.

- Sorry, guys. I wanna go with you but...

I don't want to ride a horse.

I might fall off and hurt myself again.

- But you have to come.

We can't chase a bad guy without a sheriff.

- Then I guess you'll have to be the sheriff, Fozzie.

[both gasp]

- Kermit, I--I...

I'll bring back those juice boxes

with or without a straw.

Let's ride. [horse neighs]

♪ ♪

- Yee-haw.

Oh. I hope my friends are okay.

They've been gone forever.

- [clucking]

- What's this, Camilla? "Wanted: Gonzo the Kid.

"For juice-box rustling, skipping his naps,

and not sharing his toys."

[gasps] There's a note too.

"Dear Frog, I've got your juice boxes

"and now I've got your friends too.

"There's nothing you can do to stop me

or my mustache." [gasps]

My friends need me.

I've gotta get back on the horse.

[horse neighs]

[western music]

♪ Yes, I'll get back ♪ - ♪ Bok, bok, bok, bok ♪

- ♪ In the saddle ♪ - ♪ Bok, bok, bok ♪

- ♪ Riding high upon my steed again ♪

♪ Yes, now I'm back ♪ - ♪ Bok, bok, bok, bok ♪

- ♪ In the saddle ♪ - ♪ Bok, bok, bok ♪

- ♪ And I'm riding off to help... ♪

♪ My friends ♪

Yah! [yelps]

[all crying for help]

- [laughs maniacally]

I got the juice boxes and those city slickers.

Boy, am I good at being bad. Right, Potater?

Oopsie.

- Not so fast, Gonzo the Kid.

- If it isn't Hop-along Froggy.

- That's right.

- Kermie. You came to save me.

Oh, and everyone else too. - Hi, Kermit.

- Gonzo the Kid,

your juice-box-pinching days are over.

- Uh-oh. Ah!

- Your ride ends here, Gonzo the Kid.

- That's what you think. Get him, Potater.

Hmm.

You might have caught me, sheriff,

but I'll never tell you where them juice boxes are.

- Then I guess we'll just have to have a show down.

[all gasp] If I win,

you give me back the juice boxes

and let my friends go. all: Yay!

- And if I win, you get out of town.

all: Boo. - You're on.

[western music]

♪ ♪

- [slurps] Ah.

I got me a whole box of crayons

and I'm not afraid to use them, Frog.

- Then draw.

♪ ♪

Beat that, Gonzo the Kid.

- [gasps] That there's the best dinosaur

I ever did see.

I, um, drew a potato.

Looks like you got me beat, you green varmint.

[cheering] - You did it, Kermit.

You beat Gonzo the Kid.

- And you rode a horse to get here.

- You were so brave, Kermie.

- Actually, Piggy, I wasn't. I was afraid to ride.

But when my friends needed me, I got back in the saddle,

and everything worked out fine.

I didn't get a boo-boo or anything.

- Here's your gosh darn juice boxes.

I got to admit, you earned them.

- And you also earned this.

- The sheriff's badge.

But, Fozzie, you're the sheriff.

- Not anymore. You saved us.

There's no better sheriff than you, Hop-along Kermit.

- Wow, I'm so happy, I just want to shout, yee-haw!

- That was a super cool adventure.

- It sure was, but I think it's time

to hang up my cowboy hat.

- What? - But why?

- Because it's time to... race tricycles again!

- Yay!

On your mark.

Get set. Go!

[all laugh]

- [yelling, drumming]

[panting] Ugh.

[guitar wails] - Hello, playroom.

And Miss Nanny.

I am Piggy Stardust and this is...

all: Muppet Rock-splosion.

One, two, three, four.

- ♪ We're the rockingest, rollingest, raddest band ♪

all: ♪ And we need no introduction ♪

- Oh, no.

- ♪ But we're gonna introduce ourselves anyway ♪

Here comes... all: The Muppet Rock-splosion!

all: ♪ So shout it just as loud as you can ♪

- ♪ When I ask the question once again ♪

Do you wanna rock? all: Yeah!

- [laughs]

- Tell me, do you wanna rock? both: Uh-huh.

- All right.

- Ladies and gentlemen, Piggy Stardust.

all: Yay!

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- Yahoo!

And that's what it will be like when we're rock stars.

- Rock! - Whoa.

We're gonna be awesome.

- It sure sounds like it.

I hope you'll invite me to your band's first show.

- We will, Miss Nanny.

Oh, boy, I can't wait for the show.

- Butvous do not have to wait. We can start right now.

[guitar wails]

[all gasping]

- This stadium is big.

- You could fit about 100 bajillion people in here.

- Eh, give or take a bajillion.

- And they're all coming to see us.

- Us? - Huh?

- Muppet Rock-splosion is going to perform on this stage.

Tonight.

- Tonight? Uh-oh.

Looks like the sun's about to go down.

It's almost tonight right now.

- Yep. So we better get ready.

Do you know the most important thing we need?

- Oh, oh, oh, oh. Tree slugs.

all: Huh?

- Tuna casserole? Footy pajamas?

Am I getting hotter or colder?

- Animal know. Band need...

practice.

- No, no, no, Animal.

To be real rock stars, there's something

we need much more than practice.

- Huh?

- We need groovy rock star outfits!

[guitar wails]

Because everyone knows the most important part

of being a rock star is...

looking like a rock star.

- Ooh. Can you help me

look like a rock star too?

- Can I?

[rock music]

♪ ♪

♪ Muppet baby ♪

♪ You can be a star ♪

♪ But before all the music starts ♪

♪ Gotta make sure you look the part ♪

♪ Let's get a little crazy ♪

♪ Dress up for success ♪

♪ Our outfits have gotta be extraordinary ♪

♪ 'Cause rock stars can't dress normally ♪

♪ We gotta stand out on the stage tonight ♪

♪ Show everybody we're decked out ♪

♪ For the big time ♪

♪ I guarantee the crowd's gonna love it ♪

♪ 'Cause everybody knows ♪

♪ The clothes make the muppet now ♪

♪ Muppet baby ♪

♪ Oh, you can be a star ♪

♪ Muppet baby ♪

♪ Yeah, you can be a-- ♪

[record scratches]

Animal, what's wrong? - [grunting]

- Don't you wantmoi to give you a cool rock star look too?

- Animal already cool.

- True that. - He's kinda my hero.

- Band need practice.

- We will practice, Animal, but first...

how would you feel about dying your hair purple?

Then you'd really look like a rock star.

- Ah! Practice!

- Okay, okay. Fine, fine, fine.

We'll practice. Right, you guys?

[all agreeing]

- [panting] Practice good.

[slow banjo chords]

- Okay, so let's start with our big song.

[jingling]

- Uh... how does it go again?

- Beats me. Piggy, can you show us?

- Of course.

Huh?

- Hey, you guys. Look what I found.

With these bright, flashy lights

we'll really look like rock stars, huh?

all: Ooh. Wow.

- Fozzie, your bright, flashy lights are so...

bright.

- They'll help the audience see us

even from the very back of this big stadium.

all: Wow.

- Hey, I wonder what this switch does?

[electricity crackling] Uh-oh.

[all groan]

- Turn it off, Fozzie. It's too bright.

[sighs] Sorry.

I think I broke them.

- Thenvous must fix them. Our band needs those lights.

- Band need practice.

- These lights might take a while to fix.

- That's okay. I know something we can do

to get ready in the meantime.

- Practice song.

- Design concert t-shirts. - Ugh.

- People in the audience might wanna take one home

as a souvenir.

That's sort of like a party favor.

- Great idea, Summer. Let's get drawing.

[all talking at once]

- Fine. Animal practice himself.

One, two, three.

[upbeat drum solo]

Uh-oh. Animal make mistake.

[upbeat drum solo]

Hmm. Not right.

[upbeat drum solo]

Yeah. Animal mess up.

Animal practice.

Animal rock!

- Okay, people. Center stage, please.

- Huh? - Our rock concert

still has no spark. No pizazz.

- [clucks]

- But don't worry, the Great Gonzo already knows

the perfect solution.

A dance spectacular. [clucking]

- Ugh.

- Animal, what are you doing here?

You can't audition to be one of the dancers.

We need you on drums.

- Mm-hmm. - [clucks]

- Whoa! No chickies.

Animal trying to practice.

- Okay, dancers. Places.

- [clucks] - Oh.

- A show of wings, please.

How many of you can do a cartwheel?

- [laughs]

- Hey. What happened to the lights?

- [clucks]

- Now, don't let this ruffle your feathers.

I'm sure the lights will come back any second.

- [clucks]

- You can't just leave. Be reasonable.

- [laughs]

Bye-bye, chickies.

[grunts] Now, Animal practice.

[upbeat drumming, scatting]

- Psst. Animal, what are you doing?

The concert is starting now.

- No. Concert is tonight.

- But it's tonight, now.

- Huh?

Concert...now?

[audience cheering]

- Uh...I--I guess we better get out there.

[audience cheers]

- Yikes.

I still don't know how to play our song.

[all speaking at once]

[gulps]

Well, here goes nothing.

Two, three, four.

[out-of-tune music]

- Oh.

Moi does not remember the words.

- Uh, try making some up.

Maybe the audience won't notice.

- [clears throat]

♪ Sparkle sneakers mayonnaise ♪

♪ Toaster oven ♪

[audience boos]

- Uh, I think they noticed.

- I sure wish we practiced this song.

- Me too.

- Moi just remembered the real most important part

of being a rock star...

all: Playing rock music.

[audience boos]

- What should we do?

The crowd doesn't sound so happy.

- I know. Do we happen to have

some masking tape, a tuba, and a dozen bologna sandwiches?

- Uh, I don't think so, Gonzo.

- Then I got nothing.

- Oh, Kermie.

This didn't work out the way I pictured at all.

- I guess to be a real rock star

you sort of have to learn a rock song.

- Then I guess the concert's over.

We should go back to the playroom.

- Come on, Animal. Time to go.

- No. It time...

to rock and roll!

[upbeat drum solo]

[all cheer]

♪ ♪

[audience cheers]

[all cheering]

- Animal, you were incred-amazing.

How did you know how to do that?

- Animal practice.

- And it really paid off.

Just listen to all that cheering.

[phone ringing] And phone ringing?

- Greetings and felici-tidings,

little Muppet Rock-splosions.

- Um, greetings, but... who are you?

- Dr. Teeth. Golden teeth and golden tones.

Welcome to my presence. [audience cheers]

- [gasps] Favorite band.

Favorite band. - Well, it's uh...

Nice to meet you

but we're kind of in the middle of something.

- My extreme apologies

but I just saw your show from the back of the stage.

That was some heavy-duty drumming, man.

- That's no man. That's Animal.

- Ah. Well, my band, Dr. Teeth,

that's me-- [audience cheers]

and the Electric Mayhem, that's them,

we just dig your Animal sound

and we want him to come drum with us on the world tour.

[audience gasps] - World tour?

- Away from the playroom? - Far away.

And if he comes with us,

he'd get to play his drums every day.

- Ooh.

- Drumming is what Animal loves.

But...we'd miss him if he left the playroom

to be a rock star. audience: Aw.

- [gulps] A lot.

- Yeah. - Uh-huh.

- So, Animal... what do you think?

- Mm... Animal think...

not yet. [all sigh]

Animal need more practice.

- Too true, too true, red cat.

Then we'll catch you on the flip side, I guess.

Peace and love.

[audience cheers] - Peace out.

all: Peace out.

- Would any of the musicians like to break for a snack?

- Thanks, Miss Nanny, but could we maybe

have some a little later?

- Yeah, we have a song to learn.

- Of course. You kids have fun practicing.

- Okay. - Bye.

- Practice. Yeah!

One, two, three.

[guitar wails, all cheer]

- [giggles]

- Wocka wocka!

- [clucks] - [chirps]

[car horn honks]

♪ ♪

- Yay!

♪ ♪

- Yay!

[grunts]

♪ ♪

- Ooh!

♪ ♪