Original subtitles

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.

Mail call!

Here's a catalog for you.

The Kennel Collection: What's New in Summer Collars.

You don't care about the collars. You're just interested in the cute models.

Here's another postcardto that Gobo Fraggle character.

Why are we always getting postcardsfor a guy named Gobo Fraggle?

Gobo, don't try it.

I've got to go out thereand see if there's a postcard

from my Uncle Travelling Matt.

May my lucky walking stick protect us.

Bad news. They're both out there.

And look here. A letter fromthe North American Society of Tinkerers.

It must be timefor their annual convention again.

No, no! I wouldn't leave my dog aloneto go to their silly convention.

North American Society of Tinkerers, they bored me for years.

They have no imagination. They have...

made me Man of the Year.

I'll just mosey on out thereand pick up that postcard.

That's a very spirited mosey.

I mean, Man of the Year!

The North American Society of Tinkererswant me to be Man of the Year!

And don't worry, Sprocket.

While I'm gone,

I'll have Mr. Shimmelfinneycome in and feed you.

What's wrong with Mr. Shimmelfinney?

Come on, Sprocket! Mr. Shimmelfinney does not look like that.

He's a nice man. You'll like him.

Well, at least you'll get used to him.

Sorry.

You broke my lucky walking stick.

I'm sorry, Boober.

Hey, what do you sayyou and I mosey on back to the cave?

Check.

I'm always here I'm never there

I'm never, ever anywhere I'm never, ever anywhere

Excepting here

'Cause here is where I'm in

But when I go from here to there My here comes with me

Everywhere Till there is here

And here is where I've been

Boober, one stick is just as good as another.

But you don't understand!

That lucky walking stick protected mefrom ghosts and volcanoes

and the agony of dingy, gray laundry.

It's just a stick.

Go to the Gorgs' gardenand get another one.

I can never go to the Gorgs' garden again.

Why not?

Because you broke my lucky walking stick!

Okay. Okay.

I'm tired of hearing about it. I'll go get you a new stick.

There ya go. Gobo will do that.

-Yeah, me and Wembley will do that.-Yeah, me and Wemb...

Wembley? What are you... Hey! Wembley? What are you... Hey!

First step to get the mail, now up to the Gorgs' garden.

It's turning out to be a dangerous day.

Yeah, but we love it, right, Gobo?

Well, to tell you the truth, Wembley, sometimes I get sick of it.

Yeah, me too.

You sure do like to agree with a person.

I got to agree with that.

Look.

Gorgs.

Why are there never any loyal subjectsat the palace gate, bowing and groveling?

Has it ever occurred to youthat we don't have any loyal subjects?

Sometimes it gets lonely,

especially if you're the king and queenof the universe like us.

Junior!

What are you doing up that tree?

Well, look, Ma!

I nearly got this trap finished.

It's a Fraggle trap.

Son, I wouldn't give youa brass meatball for a Fraggle.

Now leave that trap aloneand plant those turnip sprouts.

Plant, boy, plant!

This looks like a good magic stick, Wembley?

It's okay with me if it's okay with you.

Oh, boy. The Gorg's in the way. Should we run for it?

It's okay with me if it's okay with you.

It would be hardto have an argument with you, Wembley.

Right.

Boy, I bet I'll never catch a Fraggle now.

Wembley, are you all right?

Yeah, Gobo. I'm fine.

I caught a Fraggle!

Hey, Ma! Ma, look! I really did it! I caught a Fraggle!

Get that wretched, hideous thingout of my castle this instant!

Yeah, but, Ma, I finally caught a Fraggle! Yeah, but, Ma, I finally caught a Fraggle!

It's a disgusting little thing. You don't know where it's been.

I've been at a lot nicer places than here.

-But, Ma, I found it. Hey, hey, hey!-Could the king have a little quiet?

Please?

What's the matter, Your Majesty?

What's the matter?

I'm king of the universe, and nobody cares.

Why won't anyone pay any heed?

Well, if I had any heed, I'd pay it to you. I'm broke.

Would you care for this Fraggle instead?

You don't understand, son. As king, what I want is loyal subjects.

Gosh.

I want... I want people to salute their king.

I salute you, O King.

I want people to cry, "Hurrah!"

Well, hurrah for the king!

Junior, my boy.

-Give me that jar.-But, but... Hey...

I knew they wouldn't let mekeep that Fraggle.

And then, whoosh!

This big hand scooped down, and whomp!

Wembley was captured.

That's just awful!

Poor little Wembley.

I will personally erect a memorial stone.

A memorial stone?

Yes. In memory of Wembley Fraggle,

who went to find a lucky walking stickfor a friend,

and was squished to death by Gorgs!

Now, Boober, we don't knowthat he's been squished.

Come on, everybody. We've got to go up there and rescue him.

Us go up there?

But then we'll need five memorial stones.

Come on, Boober. You'll be okay.

Gobo will get youa new lucky walking stick.

Come on, everybody. We've got work to do.

In a cage in a garden In a cage in a garden

By the house at the well There's a poor, lonely Fraggle

And he's locked in a cell Let your blood run cold

Let your hearts grow bold

For it's time to rescue Wembley now Follow me!

From the hills, from the valleys

From the high cliffs above We will march to the rescue

Of the one that we love For our brave hearts choose

When they hear the news

And it's time to heed the drumbeat now Follow me!

From the hills they will follow

From the dales they will come

From the high cliffs above us

They will march to the drum

For their brave hearts choose When they hear the news

And it's time to heed the drumbeat now And it's time to heed the drumbeat now

For their brave hearts choose When they hear the news

And it's time to heed the drumbeat now Follow me!

And I'm known to my friends as Wembley, if it pleases Your Majesties.

"Your Majesty!"

"If you please." How nice this is.

I agree.

I've never meta real king and queen before.

Well, we've never met a real subject.

Don't tell him that!

You know, there's no room inside that jar.

Let's let him out.

What if he runs away?

Little Fraggle-raggle wouldn't run away, would he?

Well, not if Your Majestydoesn't wish me to.

Well, not if Your Majestydoesn't wish me to.

And is little Fraggle-raggle hungry?

Hungry? Well, sure!

I've got some fricasseeon the back burner.

We'll get you some.

Don't go away.

I don't believe it!

I've just been talkingto the king and queen of the universe.

And they're bringing me dinner.

They like me!

I think I like it here.

But, Sprocket, I've got to leave.

The convention only is four days long.

And Mr. Shimmelfinneywill take good care of you.

Mr. Shimmelfinney does not look like that. He's nice.

And he's gonna come by nowto say hello.

He's... he's even going to bring a friend,

-Fluffinella.-Who?

Fluffinella, his cat.

But I have no other choice!

I mean, if Mr. Shimmelfinneydoesn't take care of you,

I can't go to the convention. I can't go to the convention.

But then I wouldn't be Man of the Year.

And you want me to beMan of the Year, don't you?

Then you are a little proud of me?

Thank you, Sprocket.

Hi, Mr. Shimmelfinney!

I see you brought along Fluffinella.

Well, it takes a little timeto make friends.

Well, you can't be hungry anymore.

Boy, I guess not.

Look at all the food he's eaten.

It was a lot, all right.

Do you suppose, good husband,

that our loyal subjectwould care to sing for his supper?

That our loyal subjectwould care to sing for his supper?

Well, sure, I know a few songs.

Husband, you light the lamps, and I will get the harp.

Boy, I get to sing for the king and queen.

Wembley, we're here.

Wembley...

Come on, Wembley.

Hi, guys. Boy, it's good to see you.

Hey, Wembley. Climb down the table leg. We'll make a run for it.

No, I can't do that. I've got to sing for the king and queen.

What are you talking about? Those are Gorgs!

Come, come. Bring the lights, husband.

Here we are.

Now then, little subject, what song will you sing?

Golly.

How about an old Fraggle balladcalled "Here to There"?

I'm always here I'm never there

I'm never, ever anywhere

Excepting here

'Cause here is where I'm in

I don't believe it. Wembley's singing for the Gorgs!

He's made friends.

Poor Wembley.

He'd try to be agreeable with anybody.

I did it! I did it again!

I captured a bunch of Fraggles!

You little Fraggles.

Junior, that's a disgustingbunch of Fraggles.

No, Your Majesty. These are my friends.

Your friends?

Will they bow and call me "sire"? Will they bow and call me "sire"?

Well, sure. You're king.

Well, that's different.

Hail, lowly subjects. It is I, the king of the universe.

And it is I, Gobo Fraggle, rescuer of Wembley!

Yay! We're saved!

Those are enemy Fraggles!

Junior, take them to the toolshed.

You betcha, Daddy, sire.

Come, you little pesky Fraggles.

Let us out of here!

We must watch you. You've been keeping bad company.

No!

Well, they threw us in a cageAnd there's No key

We got to find a way that we can Get free

There's just one thingThat might be found

Got to rock this jointTill the bars fall down

'Cause everybody here's got to shoutTill we all break out

We got to rock our way to freedom

We got to roll right back and see them

We got to flip-flop, skippity-hop Back to Fraggle Rock

Mokey took a stick and she Banged bars

Red started rocking till she Seen stars

Boober blew a harp like a Wild thing

Got myself a guitar and began to sing

'Cause everybody here's got to shoutTill we all break out

We're gonna rock our way to freedom

We're gonna roll right backAnd see them

We're gonna flip-flop, skippity-hop

Back to Fraggle Rock

Pack our backpacksBack to Fraggle Rock Pack our backpacksBack to Fraggle Rock

Pack our backpacksBack to Fraggle Rock

Pack our backpacksBack to Fraggle Rock

Don't need no key, don't Need bail

Gonna bust right out of this Old jail

Gonna beat those bars till theyDrop their locks

Gonna spring yourselves looseWith the Fraggle Rock rock

'Cause everybody here's got to shoutTill we all break out

We're gonna rock our way to freedom

We're gonna roll right backAnd see them

We're gonna flip-flop, skippity-hop

Back to Fraggle Rock

We're gonna flip-flop, skippity-hop

Back to Fraggle Rock

Come on, guys, let's move it!

We'll never get out of here.

If you hadn't brokenmy lucky walking stick,

we'd all be backin our little Fraggle beds at home.

Try not to think about it, Boober.

What else can I think about? What else can I think about?

Hey! How about Travelling Matt?

I put his postcard in my pocketthis morning and forgot all about it.

Gobo!

Come on, guys. It might take our mindsoff the mess we're in.

Okay, Gobo. It's worth a try.

"Dear nephew Gobo,

I have made yet another amazing discoveryabout this weird world..."

Today I observedcertain types of creatures here

that live in the sky.

They swoop and soar

and seem altogetheras carefree as Fraggles.

Then I realized that these wonderfulcreatures were being held captive.

They were trapped on the end of strings.

Suddenly, I saw a second kindof flying creature.

When I saw that, I just had to act.

I waited for an opening and then I setabout freeing the captive flying things.

The first ones flew awayinto the sunshine. The first ones flew awayinto the sunshine.

Excuse me.

But when I set freeone of the other flying creatures,

it immediately landedand waited for its master.

Evidently, the world hereis much the same as Fraggle Rock...

"in that some creaturesvalue freedom more than others.

More news soon. Love, Travelling Matt."

Funny thing,

that didn't lift my spirits much at all.

And another day dawns.

Did our loyal subject sleep well?

Morning, Mommy. Morning, Daddy. Look, I still got my Fraggles.

What are we gonna dowith these little nose stabbers?

What are we gonna dowith these little nose stabbers?

Well, I think I'll thump them.

-Yeah.-Good idea.

-But you can't do that.-No!

Why ever not?

Gracious Queen, I mean, please don't let him thump them.

You can't punish themwithout a fair trial.

Oh, boy, a trial! Goody!

I'll get the trial stuff.

Good thinking, Wembley. Now let us out and we can all escape.

-Hurry.-But you don't have to escape, Gobo.

They're gonna give you a fair trial.

-What?-Let me out! I'm claustrophobic!

But I can't.

I mean, Gobo, these two arethe king and queen of the universe.

Wembley, they are Gorgs. They want to make slaves of us.

Hear ye, hear ye. All rise.

Gorg court is now in session.

The Right Honorable Judge Daddy presiding.

Call the first case. Call the first case.

The Gorgs vs. The Fraggles, Your Honor.

Young Master Fraggle, do you know the accused?

Yes, ma'am.

Do they deserve to be thumped?

Thumped?

Well, of course they don't deserveto be thumped.

Gobo, he knows all the cranniesin all the caves in Fraggle Rock.

And Mokey knows songs, and Red knows games, and Boober, well...

Wembley, please!

Boober knows special stuffthat means a lot to him.

I've known all of them forever, and I've always loved them.

They don't deserve thumping. They deserve good stuff.

They deserve to live.

The court finds the defendants not guilty.

Shucks!

Does that mean I don't get to thump them?

No, you don't. No, you don't.

Let's keep them, instead, as slaves.

What?

Yeah, they'll bow, and they'll curtsy, andthey'll grovel whenever we want them to.

Now, wait a minute!

-Just like this little one does.-Yeah.

Gobo was right.

Daddy! I've got it!

-The Fraggles are escaping!-They're getting away!

The Fraggles are in the...

Mommy! Mommy, are you all right?

Is everybody okay?

-Come on. Let's go! Back to Fraggle Rock!-...my lucky stick, boy!

At first I thoughtit was kind of wonderful,

me, a Fraggle, knowing a king and queen.

I understand, Wembley.

I mean, it didn't seem like I was a slave.

I guess some slavery feels like freedom.

I understand, Wembley.

I didn't noticewhat they were doing to me till...

well, till they tried to do it to you. Well, till they tried to do it to you.

Well, that's good, Wembley.

You know who your friends are.

Hello, Sprocket!

I know, I know.

You were expecting Mr. Shimmelfinney.

Well, it's me.

I spent one dayat that tinkerers' convention,

and all I could think aboutwas my good old dog.

I did get my award though, Man of the Year.

And now, you get your award, Dog of the Year.

It's good to be back homewith a real friend.

It's good to be back homewith a real friend.

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