Original subtitles

[upbeat music playing]

♪ 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!

-[female Fraggle] Whoopee!-Wowee!

Ooh, a Fraggle!

[Gobo groans]

[chuckles] Hey, look, Ma.

-I caught a Fraggle!-[screams]

[Gobo] Whoa! Whoopee!

♪ Dance your cares away ♪

♪ Worry's for another day ♪

♪ Let the music play ♪

-Yahoo!-♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪

♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪ ♪ Down at Fraggle Rock ♪

Down at Fraggle Rock.

The printing press is in the front yard

because there was no room in the bathroom

after I installed the drill press!

-[gasps]-Oh, neighbors, Sprocket. Neighbors.

Why should he carewhere the printing press is?

From his window, it's almost completely hidden

by bass fiddles and the bottle collection.

Ah, I see you're interested inmy purchases.

-[barks]-All right, Sprocket.

Here we are, cotter pinsand number 12 sheet metal screws.

[barks]

Ah, oh, you were waitingfor the resin superglue, weren't you?

Oh, but that's really all I have, thecotter pins, the screws, and the glue...

-[growls]-And a couple of doughnuts!

-[barks]-Ah! [tuts] Wait!

Manners. Manners, Sprocket. Manners.

No, you have to choose.

Now, one of these... Ah, this is custard, and the other is jelly filled.

[groans]

[whines]

It makes no difference to me. You choose. The jelly or the custard?

[sighs]

All right. I'll take the custard.

[barking]

All right. Then you take the custard, and I'll take the jelly.

-Oh, Sprocket!-[barks]

Look... [chattering]

[whispers][sighs] This should be easier than usual.

[Sprocket whines]

[Doc] And the jelly in this...

[gasps] And there's the postcardfrom my Uncle Travelling Matt.

[Doc chattering]

-[Gobo grunts]-Oh!

[both panting]

Oh, here.

Thanks for breaking my fall, Red.

Terrific. I break your fall, you break my neck.

Well, one good turn deserves another.

Did you get Uncle Matt's message?

Oh, I sure did. Got it right here.

And that meansmy job is done for another day.

Speaking of jobs, didn't Wembley promiseto pick a job today?

Hmm, yeah, poor Wembley.

Sometimes he can't even walk

because he can't make up his mindwhich foot to use first.

Picking an occupationis not gonna be easy for him.

Mm.

[Mokey and Boober sigh]

Oh, hello, Wembley. How are you?

Oh, don't ask me questions.

Aw, Wembles, you're just upset

'cause you haven't decidedwhat job you're going to do.

No. I haven't. I... - I just don't decide well.-Yeah.

Wembley, all Fraggles have to decidewhat job they're gonna do, eh.

But picking a jobis just too big a decision.

I can't do it!

But you have to have a job, Wembley.

Life's not all fun and games.

Hey, just look at the Doozers.

-[Boober and Red] Yeah.-[Mokey] Oh.

Work is an enriching experience.

Yeah.

Tedium and drudgery are good for the soul.

-[Gobo] Boober!-Boober!

Wembley's got to put inhis 30-minute work week

Wembley's got to put inhis 30-minute work week

just like everyone else.

♪ Wake up in the morning ♪

♪ Get yourself to work ♪

♪ Fraggles never fool around ♪

♪ Fraggles never shirk ♪

♪ Your duty's always waiting ♪

♪ And duty must be done ♪

♪ There's ping-pong gamesThat must be played ♪

♪ And songs that must be sung ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ I'd like to tell the story ♪

♪ Of what my work is for ♪

♪ A tale of toil and gathering ♪

♪ And radishes and more ♪

♪ But don't forget my mighty job ♪

♪ The lonely, tough routine ♪

♪ I dive and crash and swim and splash ♪

♪ To keep the water clean ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ When I was just a baby ♪

♪ Pappy used to roam ♪ ♪ Pappy used to roam ♪

♪ Mama told me, "Sonny boy ♪

♪ Your work won't be at home ♪

♪ Go to where you're going ♪

♪ Come back when you've been ♪

♪ Get out that door, explore, exploreAnd bring back pink ice cream" ♪

♪ And you'll be ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Aw, give me work that's boring ♪

♪ Boring to the core ♪

♪ A job that goes on much too long ♪

♪ And then goes on for more ♪

♪ The work I think I'll work at ♪

♪ Or else I think I won't ♪

♪ Well, it's sort ofSomething that you do ♪

♪ Unless you maybe don't ♪

♪ And you'll be ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Wake up in the morning ♪

♪ Get yourself to work ♪

♪ Fraggles never fool around ♪

♪ Fraggles never shirk ♪

♪ Your duty's always waiting ♪

♪ Duty must be done ♪

♪ There's ping-pong gamesThat must be played ♪

♪ And songs that must be sung ♪

♪ And you'll be ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪ ♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin' ♪

♪ Workin', workin', workin', workin'... ♪

[sighs]

Oh, Wembley. Aw.

Oh, Mokey, what am I going to do?

Well, choose a job, of course.

-Oh, yeah.-Oh, Wembley.

Hey, a job is one of the reallygreat things a Fraggle gets to do.

Yeah, but do you really enjoyyour 30-minute work week?

Oh, yes. Why, sometimes I put in two, maybe three minutes of overtime.

Just for fun.

Wow. I bet your job is terrific.

-Oh, it is.-Yeah.

Hey! Would you like tochoose the job that I do?

Well... well, sure I would!

-Yeah.-What is it you do?

I, uh, collect radishes.

[gasps]

Well, now, there's a jobl could really love.

- Yeah!-Well, maybe. Well, can I try it? - Yeah!-Well, maybe. Well, can I try it?

Of course you can. Come on, it's just over this way.

Oh, boy!

Um, Mokey, where is itthat you gather radishes?

Oh. Just in the gardenat the top of the tunnel.

Oh. Hey, wait a minute! Isn't that where the Gorgs live?

Why, yes! As a matter of fact, it is.

But the Gorgs are likewalking, talking mountains!

Oh, no, Wembley.

Why, they're more like very tall hills.

-Oh, and here we are.-Here we are.

Hup, two, three, four. About face!

Hup, two, three! Right face! Attention!

Sound off! One!

Uh, hmm... Oh!

Halt! Who goes there?

What do you mean, "Who goes there?"

It's your mother and father, the king and queen.

Stand and give the password.

Uh. [clears throat]

I don't know the password.

Oh, then you can't come in.

Oh, "I don't know the password"is the password.

Oh, "I don't know the password"is the password.

Oh! Then you know the password.

Of course.

Oh, okay, uh, what's the password?

I don't know the password.

But you said you knew the password!

Oh! "You said you knew the password" was yesterday's password!

Oh! Just come in, Daddy.

[Pa Gorg] You come in now too, Junior.

[Junior Gorg] Yes, King Daddy. Coming my way right now!

-Okay, I'll go ahead and look for Gorgs.-[Junior Gorg] Hup, two, three, four!

If you want that job, you've got it.

[both shush]

[Junior Gorg] Hup. Two... Ooh!

-[door closes]-Oh! Uh. [pants]

Wembley!

Oh, Wembley!

-[Junior Gorg] Ooh.-I love the garden.

Oh, yes. Me too.

You know, don't you just feela sense of growth?

-[Junior Gorg] Ooh, my body. [grunts]-Oh, yes. Sense that growth!

I guess it's all the thingsthat grow here. I guess it's all the thingsthat grow here.

I guess you're right.

- Yeah.-All the things that... - Yeah.-Well, like what?

Oh. You know, trees, flowers, grass. Things like that.

Oh, and the radishes!

-Yes!-Yes, radish... [screams]

Hark! I hear the little chirpof a thimble bug.

No! That was the scream of a Fraggle. Look, there's a Gorg coming!

Oh, I can handle Gorgs.

Handle Gorgs? [yelps]

-Oh, you... You Fraggles!-Oh, no! Look out!

Oh! You almost hit Wembley.

Ooh!

-Come on, Wembley. Let's leave.-Oh, gladly.

[Wembley whimpering] Whoa.

That Fraggle hit me! Well...

Hey, Red!

Yeah, Gobo?

Do you want to hear the postcardl got today

from my Uncle Travelling Matt?

-Certainly. Read it to me. I love fiction.-Yeah.

Hey, hey! This one's a beauty.[clears throat]

"Dear Nephew Gobo, exploring Outer Space is hard,

"Dear Nephew Gobo, exploring Outer Space is hard,

so hard, in fact..."

that sometimes I wonderif I've chosen the right job in this life.

For instance, today I decided to investigate

one of the transportation systemsof this world.

[chuckles]

At first, it was so pleasant, I stood up to enjoy the view.

Oh! Hmm...

You know, they call this train systemrapid transit.

At first, it wasn't very rapid at all.

[screams]

But after a while, it lived up to its name.

[screams]

Whoa!

[screaming] [screaming]

[roller-coaster man grunts]

[grunts] Sorry.

[screams] Oh!

Rapid transit is not for this Fraggle.

After one ride, I have decided to walk everywhere.

Whoa!

[grunts]

[sighs]

Although, walking doesn't seemso easy at the moment.

I never had this troubleback at Fraggle Rock.

[sighs]

"Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt."

Wouldn't want his job.

Oh, hey. Look, here come Mokey and Wembley.

You know, I've been thinking of a wayto make Wembley decide on a job.

I'm gonna get really tough with him.

Well, it's worth a try.

And that's gathering radishes.

[grunts]

Isn't it wonderful?

-Oh, it was terrific. [laughs]-Yeah.

You have got to be kidding!

Every time you go up to the garden, you almost get thumped by a Gorg.

I know, Boober, it was terrifying.

Oh! I thought you liked it.

Oh, well, it's a nice job. I... I guess, it's just not for me.

Listen, you want a good job? You gotta try mine. Laundry.

Boober, you have the dullest, the most boring job there is.

Well, that is my favorite part about it.

Ah, gee, I guess I won't take that job either.

Now's the time. Get tough, kid.

-Wembley?-Yes, Gobo.

You mean you haven't chosen a job yet?

Well, no.

Okay, that's it! I don't pal aroundwith wishy-washy Fraggles.

What? What do you want me to do about it? I can't just go away.

Oh, yes, you can!

Well, if that's the way you feel... Well, if that's the way you feel...

I'll just pack my things.

Well, that shouldn't take long. You've only got one spare shirt.

[sniffles] Right.

I'll pack my thing.

[sighs]

Boy, when you're tough, you are tough!

Well, we just have to make him choose.

Everybody has to choose!

I mean, you must choose!

Do you want the jelly doughnutor the custard doughnut?

All right, you can have the jelly doughnut.

[clock boings]

[cuckoos]

Except that it's noon. It'll spoil your lunch.

We'll have soup for lunch.

[both sigh]

You want chicken or split pea?

Oh, I shouldn't have asked that.

Oh. I never thought I'd be so desperateas to go see the Trash Heap all by myself.

Oh, well. The Trash Heap knows all.

And maybe she even knowswhat job I should do.

Oh, boy! Who dealt this hand?

Ah, ha ha! Well, I'll just takeyour four of clubs. Ha! Ha!

No, you won't! Go fish! [laughs]

-[Trash Heap] Oh. Oh. Ah.-Oh, here she comes.

[sighs]

Oh.

Somebody comes this way.

How can you tell?

What do you mean, "How can I tell?" I'm an oracle, aren't I?

The great Trash Heap knows all.

Oh, come off it, Marjory, will ya? Oh, come off it, Marjory, will ya?

-No, wait. She's right.-Huh?

-This must be one of her good days.-Yeah.

[Trash Heap] Hmm.

-You are in the presence of...-Her omniscient rubbishness!

The all-knowing... [both] Trash Heap! Yeah!

-That's me.-[sniffles]

Oh, please, Madam Trash Heap, I need your help. [sniffling]

Oh, you look so unhappy.

Oh, well, yes, ma'am.

My very best friend doesn't ever wannasee me again. [sniffles]

Oh, please! Please don't cry!

[crying]There's so much sadness in the world!

[honks]

Please, Marjory, compose yourself.

Yeah. Or in your case, compost yourself.

[both laugh]

Oh, I'm sorry.

Now, then, young Fraggle, why is your friend unhappy with you?

Well, uh, it's because I can't decide. Well, uh, it's because I can't decide.

Could you tell me what job I should do?

Hmm. A job. Let me think.

[gasps] How about an accountant?

Hey, a beauty job. You just sit aroundall day adding numbers.

-Yeah. Every day.-Yeah.

I... I don't think so.

[both] Nah. Nah.

Oh. Then you're probably suitedto be a farmer.

-Yeah! Free eggs!-Yeah!

-No.-[Philo and Gunge] Nah. Nah.

Uh, uh, a shoe salesman.

-Yeah.-And sneakers too.

No.

-Nah.-Nah.

Ah! How about a prime minister?

-Hey, a classy job.-[Philo and Gunge] Ah!

-It's no use. [sniffles]-Hmm.

Well, personally, I always wanted to be a fireman.

Pardon?

You know, a fireman.

With the bells and the laddersand the hoses...

And the red suspenders! And the sirens! And the axes and the hats!

Oh, I'd love to be a fireman!

Oh, but that's not work. It's too much fun.

Oh, but that's not work. It's too much fun.

Oh, a lot of good jobs are fun.

Me, personally, I'm a trash heap,

and it's a million laughsl can tell you! [laughing]

-Whoa!-Marjory, whoa!

Then I guess I've chosen. Oh, thank you, ma'am. Oh, thank you.

I'm gonna be a fireman.

Gobo!

So, how come you didn't becomea fireman, Marjory?

-Yeah.-Oh, I couldn't have.

I don't even know how to start a fire.

[all laughing]

[panting]

Oh, boy! I'm gonna be a fireman!

Wait till Gobo hearsthat I made a decision on my own.

Oh, the volunteer fire departmentmeets today, and I...

Wait a minute.

I can't be a fireman.

I don't even know how to start a fire.

[sighs]

Fraggle, Fraggle, Fraggle...

Order!

[all shush]

Order!

I now call this meeting

of the Fraggle RockVolunteer Fire Department to order!

The clerk will call the roll.

You guys all here?

[all] Yeah!

[giggles]

All present and accounted for, Mr. President.

Very good. Very good.

And now I call for the singingof "The Fireman's Anthem."

♪ When evening draws near ♪

♪ We all gather here ♪

♪ With tales of the fires we have known ♪

♪ We have known ♪

♪ We pull on our boots ♪

♪ Climb into our suits ♪

♪ In our friendly old fire hall home ♪ ♪ In our friendly old fire hall home ♪

♪ A fireman's life is hard ♪

♪ He plays inside the yard ♪

♪ Waiting for the fire bell to ring ♪

♪ And when he hears that sound ♪

♪ He races round and round ♪

♪ And he goes and gets his hoseAnd starts to sing ♪

♪ Bring your hook and ladder, friend ♪

-♪ And make the sirens wail ♪-[siren wailing]

♪ Crank the engine up and let it run ♪

[siren wailing]

♪ Ring the bell and do-si-doh ♪

♪ And dance until you drop, oh! ♪

♪ A fireman's job is never, ever done... ♪

Gee, thanks, Gobo, for making me choose.

Sure thing. I'm proud of you.

Uh, may be too soon for that. What if the firemen don't accept me?

Oh, they will, Wembley. You're gonna be so happy.

You're gonna be so scared.

Boober!

They're gonna ask you all these questionsyou don't even know.

They... they are, aren't they?

-You're gonna die.-You think so?

Yes, when you don't know the answers, you'll get so scared, you'll blow up!

Yes, when you don't know the answers, you'll get so scared, you'll blow up!

I'm gonna blow up?

♪ Oh, a fireman's jobls never, ever done ♪

-♪ Yee-hoo! ♪-[all laugh]

[all shush]

Order! Order!

Order!

Well, fellow firemen,

today Mr. Wembley Fragglehas asked to take the job of fireman.

-Mm.-[firewoman] Oh!

There you go, kid.

Blow up, as in explode.

-That's what you're gonna do.-[stutters]

Let the applicant be brought forth!

Good luck!

Kablam.

-Oh, yeah, I remember him.-[President] Ah...

Uh!

-Ooh! Come on!-[fireman 1] Go ahead, kid.

-[fireman 2] Come on, you're doing good.-[fireman 3] Yeah.

Wembley Fraggle,

the time has come for me to ask yousome very important questions.

Fingers in the ears. Fingers in the ears.

Question number one...

Do you like to wear hatsand climb ladders?

Well, sure. Hats and ladders are a kick! [laughs]

[fireman 3] A good answer.

[fireman 4] I wouldn't havethought of that. That's good.

Question number two...

What are your feelingsabout bells and sirens?

Well... well, I love bells and sirensalmost as much as hats and ladders!

[laughs]

[chattering]

Very nicely put, young Fraggle.

And now I must ask you the final question.

[Wembley gulps]

How do you start a fire?

[all murmuring]

Come, come, young Fraggle. Can we have an answer?

-Oh.-How do you start a fire?

Oh, well, please, sir.I... I don't know.

-[sighs]-Well, thank goodness. Neither do we!

[all laughing]

But, but... But do you still want to be a fireman?

Well... well, sure I do. That was my decision!

Yeah, all right! Hear, hear.

Well, then, welcome, young fireman!

[all cheering]

♪ So fetch him his clothes ♪

♪ And hand him his hose ♪

♪ And sing him that old melody ♪

♪ Melody ♪

[humming]

-Hey, guess what, everybody?-What?

I get to be the siren! [laughs]

-[Red] Hey, good going, Wembley!-[Gobo] Congratulations!

-[Wembley imitating siren]- ♪ Bring your hook and ladder, friend ♪

♪ And make the sirens wail ♪

♪ Crank the engine up and let it run ♪

♪ Run, run, run ♪

♪ Ring the bell and do-si-doh ♪

♪ And dance until you drop, oh! ♪

♪ A fireman's job is never, ever done ♪

♪ Bring your hook and ladder, friend ♪

♪ And make the sirens wail ♪

♪ Crank the engine up and let it run ♪ ♪ Crank the engine up and let it run ♪

♪ Run, run, run ♪

♪ Ring the bell and do-si-doh ♪

♪ And dance until you drop, oh! ♪

-♪ A fireman's job is never, ever done ♪-[whistle blows]

♪ Bring your hook and ladder, friend ♪

♪ And make the sirens wail ♪

♪ Crank the engine up and let it run ♪

♪ Run, run, run ♪

♪ Ring the bell and do-si-doh ♪

♪ And dance until you drop, oh! ♪

♪ A fireman's job is never, ever done ♪

[Wembley imitating siren]

Hmm. Sirens.

Most likely the fire department.

Someone probably called them outto start a fire.

Start a fire.

Firemen.

Joke.

Oh, forget it. Just choose your soup and doughnut.

Be bedtime soon.

[sighs]

[upbeat music playing]

[scatting]

♪ 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 ♪