Fraggle Rock (1983–1987): Season 1, Episode 19 - The Great Radish Famine - full transcript
When all the radishes suddenly disappear from the Gorg's garden, the civilization of Fraggle Rock nearly comes to an end. Who would have thought that the universe runs on radishes?
It's even better than I thought.
30 kilometers to a liter.
Imagine that, Sprocket.
An 11-year-old station wagon
that gets 30 Km to a liter.
That's 71 miles to the galon.
Hello?
Hello, Ned.
It's Shimmelfinney.
You won't believe it.
Remember that carburetor
I rebuilt to save gas?
Well, I've been running it
for the past 2 weeks now
and I'm getting about 71 miles
to the gal—
Why are you laughing?
He's laughing, Sprocket.
What kind of joke?
You've been adding gas
to my tank every night?
You mean I'm not getting
better mileage?
Stop that laughing!
Shimmelfinney,
this is no joke.
I've sent a report about this
to the North American Society of tinkerers.
I'll be a laughing stock.
Our friendship
is at an end.
Go and never darken
my phone again.
Ned Shimmelfinney.
Who needs him?
Let's go and do something else.
Let's play a little football,
just you and me.
We'll toss the old
kick skin around for a while.
Just remembered.
We don't have a football.
Always used to borrow
Ned Shimmelfinney's.
I tell you what.
Let's play a round
of our computer game, Triple Cross.
Remember what fun that is?
Oh, yeah.
Takes 3 players.
When Mr. Shimmelfinney used to
come on over and...
Who needs him?
Marjorie, wake up.
Marjorie, you're having
a nightmare!
Oh, boys,
what an experience!
Forget it, Marjorie.
It was just a dream.
It wasn't an ordinary dream.
I appeared to me
in my sleep.
You appeared to yourself
in a dream?
You know how it is:
when the Trash Heap
appears to you in a dream
you better listen up
and you better listen tight.
I'd should say so.
So what did you say
to yourself?
I said:
Why can't the Fraggles
and the Doozers and the Gorgs,
why can't they
understand one another?
Why can't I
bring them together?
What do you say,
Marjorie?
It's time to teach them
a lesson again.
But not with magic though.
No magic, right, Marge?
Yes, with magic!
I hate it when she gets like this.
Let the radishes in the Gorgs' garden
come to me!
Take it easy.
I don't understand.
How come
we need all these radishes?
We don't need the radishes.
The Fraggles need radishes,
the Doozers need them,
the Gorgs need them.
You see?
They all think
they're completely different
one from the other.
Well, Gorgs and Doozers
are kind of different.
Someway it's different,
someway it's the same.
Take for example radishes.
This old Gypsy Trash Heap is going to bring
a little harmony to this place.
She is in one of her
"save the world" moods.
Yeah, bad week.
For one thing there are
all this radishes here...
Dear Diary,
tragically I have not written
in you for several days.
So I think I'll write a sad poem
about lost friendship.
Mockey, there you are.
Then you haven't died
in the night.
Died? No!
But perhaps in the end
of the poem...
I was down at the pantry
to get a radish for my breakfast
and since there are no radishes
down there
and it is your job
to pick the radishes,
I thought you had died.
I'm sorry,
I forgot!
I guess one does not live
on art alone.
I'll go do it right away.
-Nice of you to remember.
-Anytime.
Radishes and
Doozer constructions.
It is so nice to have variety
in the diet.
Dear diary,
it's been an exciting week
for me here in Doozerland.
I have a new job:
working in the radish mines.
After we have cut up
the radishes
we take the pieces
to the mill
where they are ground
to radish dust.
Then of course radish dust
is the material out of which
our Doozer sticks are made.
And Doozer sticks are
the building blocks of our castles.
And that's what
my new job is like, diary.
If I can't have radishes,
Doozer constructions are almost as good.
I wonder why that is.
To the radish mines!
-Yes, chief.
-__
You know I can recognize you
with the helmet on.
To the radish mines!
Ah, dream a dream
and make it true
That's what Doozers
like to do
And building is the Doozer way to go
two, three, four
'Cause every day
the world is new
There's dreams to pay
attention to
And building is the surest way we know
two, three, four
Set your shoulder
Move that boulder
'Up, two, three, four
'up, two, three, four
Make our dreams work
Through our team work
'Up, two, three, four,
'up
And when the Doozer day
is done
There's still some time
for Doozer fun
So take your helmets off
and set them down
two, three, four
There's dreams to dream
There's work to do
But after all
the work is through
There's still some Doozer dreams
to go around
two, three, four
Set your shoulder
Move that boulder
'Up, two, three, four
'up, two, three, four
Make our dreams work
Through our team work
'Up, two, three, four
'up
Rats!
There's a Gorg in the garden.
Ah, my son and princely hero.
I am preparing a new batch
of the Gorgs' famous
youth and beauty cream.
Ma, why are you always making
new batches of youth and beauty cream?
You're already beautiful.
That's because we always use
my cream.
So I guess you want me to go
to pick some radishes?
You can't make youth and
beauty cream without radishes.
Then radishes it is, Ma.
Okay, little radishes,
let me—
Something terrible.
There are no radishes.
No radishes!
Help! Help! It's a radish failure!
Now they all know.
My plan is starting to work.
What's working?
They're all in a panic.
That's temporary, boys.
When they see
they share the problem
they'll start to see
how much alike they are.
You think so, huh?
Those creatures of this world
will all come together.
We are going to make something
of this place.
I can feel the spirit rising.
That could be indigestion.
Yeah, these radishes are murder.
No radishes!
We better go to town meeting.
Good idea.
-But everyone would panic.
-Bad idea.
-But it's time to panic.
-Good idea.
-Quiet, Wembley.
-Good idea.
A world without radishes.
Let's ask Gobo, he's sensible
about this sort of thing.
Gobo went exploring down
by the singing caverns.
He might not be here for days.
I guess it's up to me.
I'm the radish gatherer.
But radishes are the stuff of life,
the sustainer of Fraggledom.
Ashes, all is ashes!
Boober, try to be brave.
Take the Doozers for instance.
They are absolutely
un-flappable.
They're different from us.
If they were in trouble,
would they panic?
There are no radishes!
Without radishes
we cannot build!
Could this be the end
of Doozerdom?
We are different from other creatures.
We must build.
Why?
Because building is
the greatest joy there is.
Other things must be nice too.
What are you,
some kind of revolutionary?
But if we don't build,
what can we do?
I know.
I could teach you to knit.
Knit?
Plant those radish seeds, boy.
Faster.
I'm planting as fast as I can.
Honestly, dad,
what's the big problem?
If we don't have any of Ma's
beauty creams of a few weeks,
aren't we beautiful enough?
That's not the point, son.
You're old enough to know
the terrible truth.
That stuff your mother makes
out of radishes,
it's not really
youth and beauty cream.
It's anti-vanishing cream.
Anti-vanishing cream!
You mean…
Yes, if the Gorgs don't use it,
we vanish.
No.
Turn invisible,
slowly from the head down.
I don't want my head
to be invisible.
-Then plant those radish seeds.
-Yes, sir!
Oh, now we need more, dear,
now we have another son.
It's neat and it's sweet
It's a ding dong treat
Knittin' socks
for little feet
Just sittin' with your knittin'
all day long
You know, knittin's friendly,
And knittin's fun
Knittin's good for everyone
And that is why we sing
this knittin' song
Well it's knit one pearl two
What's a Doozer gonna do
With a gol-darn
Ball of yarn?
It's stitch three drop four
Pitch that knittin'
out the door right now
There's a green, there's a red
There's a knot in my thread
A knitter needs
his noggin read
So don't come 'round
and speak to me of yarn
You can k-nit all day
and k-nothin' fits
'Cause only k-nitwits
like to k-nit
And k-nittin' k-needles
just ain't worth a darn
Well it's knit one pearl two
What's a Doozer gonna do
With a gol-darn
Ball of yarn?
It's stitch three
drop four
Pitch that knittin'
out the door right now
You are using
all the lime green.
My cardigan would look silly
without lime green stripes.
Don't shout.
I shout if I want to
and do you know why?
Because I hate knitting!
I want to build!
The Fraggles took our radishes!
The Fraggles took our radishes!
They eat them all the time.
It's their fault!
So, Diary,
life gets worse and worse.
We haven't had a decent meal
in 3 days.
We are slowly starving.
First the Gorgs took
our radishes.
And then for some unimaginable reason
the Doozers stopped building.
I don't...
Wait a minute!
I can't just write about this.
I've got to do something.
Here comes the king
in his bad mood.
Junior. Where is that lad?
I'll kick his ass.
The radishes just vanished,
it's not Junior's fault.
Maybe it's the Fraggles
who took them.
Junior is in charge of the garden,
ain't he?
Where is that boy?
Well, head, this is good-bye.
Soon you will be invisible.
Good-bye, chin.
Good-bye, nose.
I enjoyed every tinzy winzy
itzy bitzy little sneeze.
Good bye, irresistible eyes.
Junior, where are you?
I wanna talk to you.
There you are,
I wanna see you.
I wanna see you too, daddy.
But I can't.
Well, I can feel you
but I can't see you.
Look me in the eye
and say that.
I'd love to.
Careful of my nose.
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, yeah,
their heads are invisible.
Your head is invisible!
Look at that!
Your heads are invisible!
And that's what it's like
out there.
What are you telling me?
You mean they still don't understand
how much they have in common?
You are joking.
All they're doing
is blaming each other.
They're just running around
in circles.
They completely lost their heads.
Some more than others, of course.
I don't know, boys,
I've tried so hard.
And still I can't bring them together.
Why do I bother?
Ashes, all is ashes!
There's old Ned.
Wearing that awful sweater
with the lime green stripes.
It's several days since
we talked to Shimmelfinney.
Why is it you never do your
Shimmelfinney imitation now?
'Cause you've forgotten
all about him.
Who needs him?
You mean you miss
Mr. Shimmelfinney?
Well, I'm amazed.
All I can say is
so do I.
I don't know, Philo.
I've never seen her
like this before.
She hasn't said a word for hours.
Come on, Marjorie, sweetheart.
Speak to us.
Don't do this to yourself.
Just because
you couldn't get
the Fraggles and the Doozers
and the Gorgs to come together.
She's not moving, Philo.
-Do you think she's okay?
-I'm worried.
Excuse me.
I need to see the Trash Heap.
Go away, she can't see you.
But she always sees us.
She isn't well.
It's your kind that made her sick
so go away
and don't come back no more.
But then there's no hope
for any of us.
It's okay, little Fraggle.
Come back.
-Marjorie!
-How are you?
Madam Heap, I know you're not
feeling well but...
Maybe I know more about your problem
than you think.
Really?
Then you know that
the Fraggles are in trouble.
The Fraggles?
What about the Doozers?
What about the Gorgs?
They caused the trouble.
They did not!
You see how it is?
-You haven't even noticed, have you?
-Notice what?
I've been trying to make you
understand each other,
to bring you together.
Please, I don't understand.
I just know that
the Fraggles are starving.
Okay.
Listen up and listen tight.
You want your radishes back?
Okay, you've got radishes.
Really?
I've worked the magic.
But only if you
and a Doozer and a Gorg
meet together in the Gorgs' garden
at midnight.
Me and a Doozer and a Gorg?
How?
Your problem.
Make it happen.
But why?
So you can see
how much alike you all are.
But Doozers are just a little—
The Trash Heap has spoken.
Where did we put those radishes.
I'm kind of hungry.
Little Doozers!
There's gotta be Doozers
here somewhere.
Maybe the Fraggles left
some radishes around here somewhere.
I've been looking all over
for you.
Just ignore her,
maybe she'll go away.
You must listen,
it's very important—
All right! Now!
Listen up and listen tight!
The Fraggles' radishes
have been taken.
I know this doesn't mean a thing to you
but to us means everything.
The Trash Heap has promised
to return the radishes.
But only if I bring a Doozer
to the Gorgs' garden at midnight.
One of you must come.
Well, we'll talk about it.
Flange will do it.
What is a Gorg?
And what is a garden?
Please, what's a Gorg like?
That doesn't matter.
The Trash Heap says we're all the same.
Hello.
Hello, Gorgs.
Please, come out.
Okay, listen up
and listen tight.
We gotta see you, Gorgs
so the radishes will come back.
The radishes will come back?
Marjorie, you won't believe it!
It worked?
They came together?
Well, they were all there.
The Fraggles were there,
the Doozers and the Gorg
were there.
You don't have to tell me any more.
I can picture the whole thing.
There they were, together at last,
the Fraggles, the Doozers, the Gorgs.
I can almost see
a world of harmony
Music in the air
Friendship everywhere
Ties of love uniting
you and me
I can almost see
a world of harmony
Peace and love to share
Radishes to spare
Babies everywhere
In their underwear
All the world aware
We can truly care
Ties of love uniting you and me
Linking us in perfect harmony
That's the way it was, right?
Well, not exactly.
This is the way it was.
Okay, where are the radishes...
A walking mountain!
He has no head.
And that is what really happened.
Yeah, a disaster.
Was it a disaster?
I mean the Fraggle did get the Doozer
to come to the garden with him
and the Doozer did get the Gorg
to come out and see him.
True.
So they did what I asked.
The three of them
together at last.
Actually the two and a half
of them.
Remember the Gorg's head?
Oh, close enough.
It may not be perfect
but it's a beginning.
Who knows,
maybe they even remember something
from all of this.
It's all your fault,
Junior.
Isn't it enough that our heads are...
and then you gotta go chasing Fraggles
in the middle of the night.
Oh, gee wiz Daddy.
What?
Listen up and listen tight.
The radishes are back.
You're right, Sprocket.
I should do it.
I should pick up
that phone
and call Ned Shimmelfinney
and apologize.
Hello?
Hello, Ned.
Shimmelfinney.
He's calling to apologize.
Shimmelfinney?
I don't believe I know
anyone of that name.
No, I'm only kidding, Ned.
I was just about to call you
and apologize.
Why don't you come on over
and we'll play a game of Triple Cross?
Good, good.
He's on his way.
It'll be such a pleasure
to shake his hand.
A little joke
for Ned Shimmelfinney.
30 kilometers to a liter.
Imagine that, Sprocket.
An 11-year-old station wagon
that gets 30 Km to a liter.
That's 71 miles to the galon.
Hello?
Hello, Ned.
It's Shimmelfinney.
You won't believe it.
Remember that carburetor
I rebuilt to save gas?
Well, I've been running it
for the past 2 weeks now
and I'm getting about 71 miles
to the gal—
Why are you laughing?
He's laughing, Sprocket.
What kind of joke?
You've been adding gas
to my tank every night?
You mean I'm not getting
better mileage?
Stop that laughing!
Shimmelfinney,
this is no joke.
I've sent a report about this
to the North American Society of tinkerers.
I'll be a laughing stock.
Our friendship
is at an end.
Go and never darken
my phone again.
Ned Shimmelfinney.
Who needs him?
Let's go and do something else.
Let's play a little football,
just you and me.
We'll toss the old
kick skin around for a while.
Just remembered.
We don't have a football.
Always used to borrow
Ned Shimmelfinney's.
I tell you what.
Let's play a round
of our computer game, Triple Cross.
Remember what fun that is?
Oh, yeah.
Takes 3 players.
When Mr. Shimmelfinney used to
come on over and...
Who needs him?
Marjorie, wake up.
Marjorie, you're having
a nightmare!
Oh, boys,
what an experience!
Forget it, Marjorie.
It was just a dream.
It wasn't an ordinary dream.
I appeared to me
in my sleep.
You appeared to yourself
in a dream?
You know how it is:
when the Trash Heap
appears to you in a dream
you better listen up
and you better listen tight.
I'd should say so.
So what did you say
to yourself?
I said:
Why can't the Fraggles
and the Doozers and the Gorgs,
why can't they
understand one another?
Why can't I
bring them together?
What do you say,
Marjorie?
It's time to teach them
a lesson again.
But not with magic though.
No magic, right, Marge?
Yes, with magic!
I hate it when she gets like this.
Let the radishes in the Gorgs' garden
come to me!
Take it easy.
I don't understand.
How come
we need all these radishes?
We don't need the radishes.
The Fraggles need radishes,
the Doozers need them,
the Gorgs need them.
You see?
They all think
they're completely different
one from the other.
Well, Gorgs and Doozers
are kind of different.
Someway it's different,
someway it's the same.
Take for example radishes.
This old Gypsy Trash Heap is going to bring
a little harmony to this place.
She is in one of her
"save the world" moods.
Yeah, bad week.
For one thing there are
all this radishes here...
Dear Diary,
tragically I have not written
in you for several days.
So I think I'll write a sad poem
about lost friendship.
Mockey, there you are.
Then you haven't died
in the night.
Died? No!
But perhaps in the end
of the poem...
I was down at the pantry
to get a radish for my breakfast
and since there are no radishes
down there
and it is your job
to pick the radishes,
I thought you had died.
I'm sorry,
I forgot!
I guess one does not live
on art alone.
I'll go do it right away.
-Nice of you to remember.
-Anytime.
Radishes and
Doozer constructions.
It is so nice to have variety
in the diet.
Dear diary,
it's been an exciting week
for me here in Doozerland.
I have a new job:
working in the radish mines.
After we have cut up
the radishes
we take the pieces
to the mill
where they are ground
to radish dust.
Then of course radish dust
is the material out of which
our Doozer sticks are made.
And Doozer sticks are
the building blocks of our castles.
And that's what
my new job is like, diary.
If I can't have radishes,
Doozer constructions are almost as good.
I wonder why that is.
To the radish mines!
-Yes, chief.
-__
You know I can recognize you
with the helmet on.
To the radish mines!
Ah, dream a dream
and make it true
That's what Doozers
like to do
And building is the Doozer way to go
two, three, four
'Cause every day
the world is new
There's dreams to pay
attention to
And building is the surest way we know
two, three, four
Set your shoulder
Move that boulder
'Up, two, three, four
'up, two, three, four
Make our dreams work
Through our team work
'Up, two, three, four,
'up
And when the Doozer day
is done
There's still some time
for Doozer fun
So take your helmets off
and set them down
two, three, four
There's dreams to dream
There's work to do
But after all
the work is through
There's still some Doozer dreams
to go around
two, three, four
Set your shoulder
Move that boulder
'Up, two, three, four
'up, two, three, four
Make our dreams work
Through our team work
'Up, two, three, four
'up
Rats!
There's a Gorg in the garden.
Ah, my son and princely hero.
I am preparing a new batch
of the Gorgs' famous
youth and beauty cream.
Ma, why are you always making
new batches of youth and beauty cream?
You're already beautiful.
That's because we always use
my cream.
So I guess you want me to go
to pick some radishes?
You can't make youth and
beauty cream without radishes.
Then radishes it is, Ma.
Okay, little radishes,
let me—
Something terrible.
There are no radishes.
No radishes!
Help! Help! It's a radish failure!
Now they all know.
My plan is starting to work.
What's working?
They're all in a panic.
That's temporary, boys.
When they see
they share the problem
they'll start to see
how much alike they are.
You think so, huh?
Those creatures of this world
will all come together.
We are going to make something
of this place.
I can feel the spirit rising.
That could be indigestion.
Yeah, these radishes are murder.
No radishes!
We better go to town meeting.
Good idea.
-But everyone would panic.
-Bad idea.
-But it's time to panic.
-Good idea.
-Quiet, Wembley.
-Good idea.
A world without radishes.
Let's ask Gobo, he's sensible
about this sort of thing.
Gobo went exploring down
by the singing caverns.
He might not be here for days.
I guess it's up to me.
I'm the radish gatherer.
But radishes are the stuff of life,
the sustainer of Fraggledom.
Ashes, all is ashes!
Boober, try to be brave.
Take the Doozers for instance.
They are absolutely
un-flappable.
They're different from us.
If they were in trouble,
would they panic?
There are no radishes!
Without radishes
we cannot build!
Could this be the end
of Doozerdom?
We are different from other creatures.
We must build.
Why?
Because building is
the greatest joy there is.
Other things must be nice too.
What are you,
some kind of revolutionary?
But if we don't build,
what can we do?
I know.
I could teach you to knit.
Knit?
Plant those radish seeds, boy.
Faster.
I'm planting as fast as I can.
Honestly, dad,
what's the big problem?
If we don't have any of Ma's
beauty creams of a few weeks,
aren't we beautiful enough?
That's not the point, son.
You're old enough to know
the terrible truth.
That stuff your mother makes
out of radishes,
it's not really
youth and beauty cream.
It's anti-vanishing cream.
Anti-vanishing cream!
You mean…
Yes, if the Gorgs don't use it,
we vanish.
No.
Turn invisible,
slowly from the head down.
I don't want my head
to be invisible.
-Then plant those radish seeds.
-Yes, sir!
Oh, now we need more, dear,
now we have another son.
It's neat and it's sweet
It's a ding dong treat
Knittin' socks
for little feet
Just sittin' with your knittin'
all day long
You know, knittin's friendly,
And knittin's fun
Knittin's good for everyone
And that is why we sing
this knittin' song
Well it's knit one pearl two
What's a Doozer gonna do
With a gol-darn
Ball of yarn?
It's stitch three drop four
Pitch that knittin'
out the door right now
There's a green, there's a red
There's a knot in my thread
A knitter needs
his noggin read
So don't come 'round
and speak to me of yarn
You can k-nit all day
and k-nothin' fits
'Cause only k-nitwits
like to k-nit
And k-nittin' k-needles
just ain't worth a darn
Well it's knit one pearl two
What's a Doozer gonna do
With a gol-darn
Ball of yarn?
It's stitch three
drop four
Pitch that knittin'
out the door right now
You are using
all the lime green.
My cardigan would look silly
without lime green stripes.
Don't shout.
I shout if I want to
and do you know why?
Because I hate knitting!
I want to build!
The Fraggles took our radishes!
The Fraggles took our radishes!
They eat them all the time.
It's their fault!
So, Diary,
life gets worse and worse.
We haven't had a decent meal
in 3 days.
We are slowly starving.
First the Gorgs took
our radishes.
And then for some unimaginable reason
the Doozers stopped building.
I don't...
Wait a minute!
I can't just write about this.
I've got to do something.
Here comes the king
in his bad mood.
Junior. Where is that lad?
I'll kick his ass.
The radishes just vanished,
it's not Junior's fault.
Maybe it's the Fraggles
who took them.
Junior is in charge of the garden,
ain't he?
Where is that boy?
Well, head, this is good-bye.
Soon you will be invisible.
Good-bye, chin.
Good-bye, nose.
I enjoyed every tinzy winzy
itzy bitzy little sneeze.
Good bye, irresistible eyes.
Junior, where are you?
I wanna talk to you.
There you are,
I wanna see you.
I wanna see you too, daddy.
But I can't.
Well, I can feel you
but I can't see you.
Look me in the eye
and say that.
I'd love to.
Careful of my nose.
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
Oh, yeah,
their heads are invisible.
Your head is invisible!
Look at that!
Your heads are invisible!
And that's what it's like
out there.
What are you telling me?
You mean they still don't understand
how much they have in common?
You are joking.
All they're doing
is blaming each other.
They're just running around
in circles.
They completely lost their heads.
Some more than others, of course.
I don't know, boys,
I've tried so hard.
And still I can't bring them together.
Why do I bother?
Ashes, all is ashes!
There's old Ned.
Wearing that awful sweater
with the lime green stripes.
It's several days since
we talked to Shimmelfinney.
Why is it you never do your
Shimmelfinney imitation now?
'Cause you've forgotten
all about him.
Who needs him?
You mean you miss
Mr. Shimmelfinney?
Well, I'm amazed.
All I can say is
so do I.
I don't know, Philo.
I've never seen her
like this before.
She hasn't said a word for hours.
Come on, Marjorie, sweetheart.
Speak to us.
Don't do this to yourself.
Just because
you couldn't get
the Fraggles and the Doozers
and the Gorgs to come together.
She's not moving, Philo.
-Do you think she's okay?
-I'm worried.
Excuse me.
I need to see the Trash Heap.
Go away, she can't see you.
But she always sees us.
She isn't well.
It's your kind that made her sick
so go away
and don't come back no more.
But then there's no hope
for any of us.
It's okay, little Fraggle.
Come back.
-Marjorie!
-How are you?
Madam Heap, I know you're not
feeling well but...
Maybe I know more about your problem
than you think.
Really?
Then you know that
the Fraggles are in trouble.
The Fraggles?
What about the Doozers?
What about the Gorgs?
They caused the trouble.
They did not!
You see how it is?
-You haven't even noticed, have you?
-Notice what?
I've been trying to make you
understand each other,
to bring you together.
Please, I don't understand.
I just know that
the Fraggles are starving.
Okay.
Listen up and listen tight.
You want your radishes back?
Okay, you've got radishes.
Really?
I've worked the magic.
But only if you
and a Doozer and a Gorg
meet together in the Gorgs' garden
at midnight.
Me and a Doozer and a Gorg?
How?
Your problem.
Make it happen.
But why?
So you can see
how much alike you all are.
But Doozers are just a little—
The Trash Heap has spoken.
Where did we put those radishes.
I'm kind of hungry.
Little Doozers!
There's gotta be Doozers
here somewhere.
Maybe the Fraggles left
some radishes around here somewhere.
I've been looking all over
for you.
Just ignore her,
maybe she'll go away.
You must listen,
it's very important—
All right! Now!
Listen up and listen tight!
The Fraggles' radishes
have been taken.
I know this doesn't mean a thing to you
but to us means everything.
The Trash Heap has promised
to return the radishes.
But only if I bring a Doozer
to the Gorgs' garden at midnight.
One of you must come.
Well, we'll talk about it.
Flange will do it.
What is a Gorg?
And what is a garden?
Please, what's a Gorg like?
That doesn't matter.
The Trash Heap says we're all the same.
Hello.
Hello, Gorgs.
Please, come out.
Okay, listen up
and listen tight.
We gotta see you, Gorgs
so the radishes will come back.
The radishes will come back?
Marjorie, you won't believe it!
It worked?
They came together?
Well, they were all there.
The Fraggles were there,
the Doozers and the Gorg
were there.
You don't have to tell me any more.
I can picture the whole thing.
There they were, together at last,
the Fraggles, the Doozers, the Gorgs.
I can almost see
a world of harmony
Music in the air
Friendship everywhere
Ties of love uniting
you and me
I can almost see
a world of harmony
Peace and love to share
Radishes to spare
Babies everywhere
In their underwear
All the world aware
We can truly care
Ties of love uniting you and me
Linking us in perfect harmony
That's the way it was, right?
Well, not exactly.
This is the way it was.
Okay, where are the radishes...
A walking mountain!
He has no head.
And that is what really happened.
Yeah, a disaster.
Was it a disaster?
I mean the Fraggle did get the Doozer
to come to the garden with him
and the Doozer did get the Gorg
to come out and see him.
True.
So they did what I asked.
The three of them
together at last.
Actually the two and a half
of them.
Remember the Gorg's head?
Oh, close enough.
It may not be perfect
but it's a beginning.
Who knows,
maybe they even remember something
from all of this.
It's all your fault,
Junior.
Isn't it enough that our heads are...
and then you gotta go chasing Fraggles
in the middle of the night.
Oh, gee wiz Daddy.
What?
Listen up and listen tight.
The radishes are back.
You're right, Sprocket.
I should do it.
I should pick up
that phone
and call Ned Shimmelfinney
and apologize.
Hello?
Hello, Ned.
Shimmelfinney.
He's calling to apologize.
Shimmelfinney?
I don't believe I know
anyone of that name.
No, I'm only kidding, Ned.
I was just about to call you
and apologize.
Why don't you come on over
and we'll play a game of Triple Cross?
Good, good.
He's on his way.
It'll be such a pleasure
to shake his hand.
A little joke
for Ned Shimmelfinney.