Fraggle Rock (1983–1987): Season 1, Episode 15 - I Don't Care - full transcript

What's the matter, Sprocket?

It's 4 o'clock,
that's right.

Time for you to fetch
the newspaper.

Poor old Sprocket.
Every day the same old thing.

But no more.

No dog of mine should have to fetch
the newspaper every day at 4 o'clock.

Look.

It's my new invention, Sprocket.

It's my all-new
newspaper retriever.

It's my clockwork and electronic
steam driven dog.

What was that?



Who cares, Wembley.

I have my lucky bottlecap
so I fear nothing.

That star looks magic.

Just like the magic words
on the other side.

No deposit,
no return.

Where did you get that?

The Trash Heap
gave it to me.

So I could do brave deeds
and heroic acts.

Like what?

Name it, and I'll do it.

Could you go in front of everyone
and do your part in Mockey's play?

Certainly.

Could you explore the unknown tunnels
past the great barrens?

Absolutely.



Could you go
into outer space?

No deposit,
no return.

-Is that really you?
-Of course. Here I go!

Wait a minute.
No, Boober.

You have to have faith
in these things.

But there are monsters
out there.

I call him "the rocket", Sprocket.
Do you know why?

Watch.

He'll fetch that
paper for you, boy,

faster than you'd ever thought
he'd fetched it.

3 seconds, Sprocket.
That's a new record.

I think you'd last about 3 seconds
out there, Boober.

You've got to have faith.

You don't believe in magic, do you?

I believe
you'd be killed, Boober.

You'd be flattened and mangled.
You'd be chewed up.

You see, Sprocket,
he brought the newspaper.

Look at that.

Of course it's all mangled
and chewed up.

Don't worry, Sprocket.

Just bumper cables.
I can fix it.

I'll have this fixed in no time.
I promise.

You'll never have to fetch
the paper again.

That's right, Sprocket.

Relax.
Enjoy yourself.

Relax, Wembley,
let go!

Oh, no, my lucky bottlecap.

It's at the bottom of
that bottomless cavern.

I'm sorry, Boober.

Now what am I gonna do?

I'm gonna go back to
what I used to be:

a spineless coward.

Please, don't be angry.

I'm not angry, Wembley.

Disappointed perhaps.
Distressed, distraught.

It's because I was worried about you.
I thought you'd be killed.

I don't have to listen to
your feeble excusses.

Sorry, Boober.

Going down the road
Sun don't shine

No one in the world
is a friend of mine

Looks like trouble so
it's looking real fine

Get blue

Doop do dooba dooba do da do

Will you be quiet?

Going down the road
Sing a little song

People say they're happy
But people are wrong

Trouble's gonna get us
and it won't be long

Get blue
(Doop do dooba dooba do da do)

Going down the road
The sun don't even shine

No one in the world
is a friend of mine

Looks like trouble so
it's looking real fine

Get blue.
(Doop do dooba dooba do da do)

Ah, dooba-do yourself.

Here we are, Marjorie.

We brought you your
latest treasures.

All the newly discarded trash.

We got a well used banana peal...

It's hardly black yet.

And we found this lamp shade.

Put it on.

-Is it me, boys?
-It's you, Marjorie.

And we found this blanket.

That is not trash,
it's brand new.

But somebody threw it out.

Do I know trash when I see it?

You know everything.

Get rid of it.

Leave it out
with the garbage.

But this is the garbage.

-Take it down to the dump.
-But we are the dump.

Am I the Trash Heap
or a gift shop?

We'll give it away.

Excuse me, madam Trash Heap.

Lucky, lucky.

Things have turn out badly
as I knew they would.

Just the little Fraggle
we want to see.

Don't worry, little Fraggle.

I've lost my lucky bottlecap.

Let this be a lucky blanket.

Did you say "lucky"?

Compared to this blanket,
that lucky bottlecap

was the kiss of death.

You know what happened
to the last person who owned this blanket?

After he inherited
the ice-cream factory?

He found a pony.

And met the president

The president of what?

He said
"I owe all to this blanket".

Then why did he
throw it out?

How should I know?

Maybe someone gave him
a lucky bobsled.

Really?

Maybe he wanted to share,
little Fraggle.

Sometimes that happens
when you have everything you want.

It makes you a better poison.

I think I feel better already.
Thank you.

The Trash Heap has spoken.

Going down the road
See the sun shine

No one in the world
is a friend of mine

Looks like trouble so
it's looking real fine

Get blue
doop do doba doba do da do.

Going down the road
Sing a little song

People say they're happy
But people are wrong

Trouble's gonna get us
and it won't be long

Get blue
doop do doba doba do da do

Does this mean
you can be in our play?

With this I can do anything!

Wonderful.

Could you get into costume over here?
We're gonna start in about 2 minutes.

Mockey!

You gave me somebody else's lines
for this scene.

You say "I know my prince
will come and rescue me".

Who needs a prince?
I can rescue me.

And then you'll say

"I think I hear the hoof beats
of his fiery charger".

Good grief.

I'm gonna play
a fiery charger.

That sounds great, Boober.

Thank you, I owe it all
to my lucky blanket.

That's Gobo's costume.

I beg your pardon?

You are the back half.

What!

Please, don't be angry.

Angry?
I'm not angry.

Dismayed perhaps, disappointed.

I don't wanna be the back half
of a fiery charger.

Why not?
All you have to do is bend over.

Terrific.
I don't wanna bend over.

Where did you get
this beautiful blanket?

The Trash Heap gave that to me
so I could be in our play.

-For our play?
-No, for me.

Boober, thank you.

It will make a beautiful costume
for Red.

Now, wait a minute!

And you'll get
a credit in the programme.

But Mockey!

Boober, I'm sorry.

It's all right, Wembley.

I hope you're not angry.

Why should I be angry?

Dismayed perhaps, dizzy.

I just finished painting the trellis
with all this stuff...

But I don't have to be rescued.

I can climb on this trellis.

My blanket!

I'll swing on this vine!

Poor Red.

I don't care about Red!

Why don't we call it
"the tale of the triumphant princess"?

You call that "triumphant"?
I call it "paint stained".

Please, don't be angry.

I'm not angry.

I am furious!

Look at that, Sprocket!
Isn't that cute?

Can you do that?

And when we fix this problem
with the newspaper...

He always chews right through
to the crossword puzzle

and I love to do the crossword.

But don't worry,
I'll straighten it out

and everything will be
like it was before.

Except you won't have
to fetch the paper.

I'm sorry, Boober.
I didn't know the paint was there.

They planned this, Gobo.

I'm sorry too, Boober.

I had no idea Red was gonna jump
on a trellis.

They mock me,
they despoil my blanket...

-They are trying to apologize.
-I don't care!

My blanket has paint on it!

You're the one who likes laundry.
Why don't you just wash the blanket?

That is not the point.

The point is that
you've been disrespectful to my blanket.

And I will never forgive you.

You're being much too serious.

And why not?
It is serious.

And all you can do is
stand around with your mouths open

and Wembley says he's sorry
and Red laughs about it

and Gobo says
"let's all be friends

and I'll read you my postcard
from my uncle Travelling Matt"

I've got it right here
in my pocket.

Go away!

It says
"Dear nephew Gobo"

"sometimes it's impossible
to get rid of something you don't want".

Sometimes it's impossible
to keep something you do want.

For instance,
the other day

I observed this silly creature
throwing away a curved stick.

Not very remarkable in itself
but the stick's proved to be magic.

It came back.

How strange.

The silly creature tried
to throw it away again

and again and again
but with no success.

The silly creature
was obviously sad.

So I decided to help.

I think I'll help.

Fortunately, Gobo,
I am an expert in such matters

and can get rid of any stick,
even a magic one.

Love, your uncle Traveling M—

Just remember this lesson, nephew,

it is often painful to part
with magic objects.

Your friend,
Traveling Matt.

That was a good one,
Gobo.

A lesson for us all.
Right, Boober?

Uncle Matt's cards always
seem to help, don't they?

-Maybe he's asleep.
-Maybe he's sulking.

Quiet, Red.

That's what you call it, Boober.

You're sulking!

I guess we have to try to talk out
our differences.

I'll kill him!

You won't have to, Red.
I've booked the hall of justice.

Did you say
"the hall of justice"?

We're going to
the hall of justice.

I love the hall of justice.

I like the ceremony of pie throw.

I like the speeches.

What speeches?

As a matter of fact

I'm preparing a short speech
to explain my case.

Let's go.

But don't we have to say
the oath first?

Everybody,
we've got to say the oath.

-I swear
-I swear

-To be fair
-To be fair

Now solemnly
repeat after me.

Now solemnly
repeat after me.

No, no, no, Wembley.

Not that part, Wembley.
You're not supposed to say what he says.

-I swear,
-I swear,

-To be fair,
-To be fair

And treat everybody
as if they were me

-I vow,
-I vow,

-Right now,
-Right now,

To never do bad things
or act selfishly.

Well, I swear to be cheerful
I swear to be true

I swear to be faithful
In all that I do

-I swear
-I swear

-To be fair
-To be fair

And treat everybody like me,

Like only a Fraggle can be.

Now everyone,
sing it with me!

I swear
To be fair

And treat everybody
as if they were me.

I vow
Right now

To never do bad things
or act selfishly

Well, I swear to be cheerful
I swear to be true

I swear to be faithful
In all that I do

I swear
To be fair

And treat everybody like me

Like only a Fraggle can be

Faithful and loving and true

Like only a Fraggle can do

And that's what I promise to you

Finito.

Is the jury ready?

Wait!
I'm still working on my speech!

I think we should keep
Boober's blanket on the table

since it's evidence.

Would you like some
blueberry juice?

You want to drink juice?
In the sacred hall of justice?

The meeting in the hall of justice
will now come to order!

I'd like to order
some blueberry juice.

According to the rule book
you don't have the floor, Red.

I don't want the floor,
I want the blueberry juice.

The jury will recognize
Boober Fraggle.

Of course you recognize him.
He is Boober!

That's what it says I say
in this book.

How come you get to be
the chair, anyway?

If you're gonna be the chair
I'm gonna be the chest of drawers.

I don't table your suggestion, Red.

This frivolity will end
when you hear my speech.

And Wembley can be
the sofa.

And Mockey can be
the chandelier.

The chest of drawers
recognizes the chair.

You're out of order, Red.

The chest of drawers
will shelve the chair's suggestion.

Boober, you're the shelf.

Why not let Boober be
the doormat?

You could walk all over Boober.

You could spill blueberry juice
on his blanket.

Look at it this way, Boober.
It covers the paint.

You could forgive and forget

and party!

Just a minute!

As I say in my speech
on page 62…

Where is it?

What a mess.

My speech!

What does it say
in page 62?

I think it says
"Blooberstimmens".

Very funny, Wembley.

-Even you think it's a joke.
-Me?

You joke about everything
I care about.

You've make justice a joke.

I'm sorry, Boober, but...

I had enough of
your so called "humor".

I'm getting out of here.

No, I'm leaving now,
stop it.

Where do you think
you're going?

I don't know!

Don't be silly.

I'm going any way.

And I'll go as far as I have to

to find Fraggles
who play fair,

who love justice
and laundry!

Boober, wait.

Who cares what he does?

We care, don't we?

Do you really think
the Trash Heap can help us, Mockey?

Yes, Red.

The Trash Heap knows everything.

I know the answer to 7 across.

An 11-letter word meaning
life of the party.

Maximilian, my uncle.

Excuse me, your trashiness,

Red Fraggle and I have come
to consult you.

Maximilian,
that's a proper name.

We've damaged
a friend's magic blanket.

And that's not how you spell
"Maximilian".

That's the way
uncle Max spelled it.

With a "Q"?

Your trashiness,
about our problem...

-The "q" is silent.
-I beg your pardon?

Tell him the "q" is silent.

The Trash Heap has spoken.

Red, the Trash Heap has spoken.

But all she said was
the "q" was silent.

Maybe those are magic words.

Magic? You don't need magic.

To clean a blanket you need
soap, water, a little bleach,

a cold water rinse.

The Trash Heap has spoken.

The wisdom is ours.

They'll be sorry.

I don't need them.
I don't need anybody.

I'm going away and live
by myself.

Then I'll have my own
hall of justice

and my own parties.

Please, stop.

Wembley, what are you doing here?
You go back.

You come with me.

We are sorry.
Will you forgive us?

I'm not gonna forgive you
and I'm not going back with you.

What good is wrecking everything?
Just cut it out.

I don't care!
And get out of my way!

Wembley!

It's not true.
I do care.

What have I done?

Wembley, speak to me!

All this fuss about
a little blanket.

I guess Boober doesn't think
it's just a little blanket.

I guess he will now.

It shrank.

Something went wrong.

Who knows about laundry
except Boober?

-Now what's he gonna say?
-Help!

Wembley's hurt.

Give him here.

What's wrong with him?

It's my fault.
I knocked over all the Doozer constructions

I knocked Wembley out.

I'm sorry.

I'll go get him
a moss pack.

I'll go get him
a blanket.

I'll put this little
wet rag on his forehead.

I feel responsible too.

No. It's my fault.

But I was the one who got
the paint on the blanket
in the first place.

-No, Red,
-No, Red.

The paint doesn't matter.

But I was the one who kept making jokes
in the hall of justice.

-No, Red,
-No, Red.

-It was my fault.
-It was my fault.

It was my fault!
I was the one who made you angry.

But I was the one who got angry.

Wait a minute.

I was the one who lost
the magic bottlecap
and painted the trellis.

Wembley, you're alright!

I'm fine, Boober.
And thanks to the wet blanket.

My blanket?

I'm sorry, Boober.
I shrank it when I tried to clean it.

-I don't care about my blanket.
-You don't?

I care about Wembley.

-Really?
-Yes, really.

Wembley, you're okay.

Yeah, I'm fine.

And not only that.

Boober doesn't need
his magic blanket anymore!

Goodness, it looks more
like a magic wash cloth.

I bet you washed it
in hot water, didn't you?

I can show you a great trick
with table salt and borax

Takes out any stain.

Gather round the tub,
this is really exciting.

-Looks like the old Boober's back.
-Yeah.

I think I've done it, Sprocket.

No rips, no wrinkles...

He did the crossword puzzle.

And he did it in ink.

You know how I love to do
the crossword puzzle.

I'm sorry, Sprocket.

But this is one labor-saving device
that hasn't worked out.

Hope you don't mind.

That's my dog.