Fraggle Rock (1983–1987): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Thirty-Minute Work Week - full transcript
Wembley has to decide what job he wants to do.
The printing press
is in the front yard
because there was no room
in the bathroom
after I installed
that drill press.
Neighbors, Sprocket,
neighbors.
Why should he care
where the printing press is?
From his window
it's almost completely hidden
by the base fiddles??
and the bottle colection.
I see you're interested
in my purchase.
All right, sprocket.
Here we are,
Cotter pins and
number 12 __ screws.
You were waiting for
the resin superglue.
That's really all I have.
And a couple of doughnuts!
Manners, Sprocket.
Now, you have to choose.
This is custard
and the other is jelly-filled.
It makes no difference.
The jelly or the custard?
All right,
I'll take the custard.
All right, then you take the custard
and I'll take the jelly.
Oh, Sprocket!
This should be easier
than usual.
And there's the postcard
from my uncle Traveling Matt.
Thanks for breaking
my fall, Red.
Terrific.
I break your fall
and you break my neck.
One good turn
deserves another.
Did you get uncle Matt's
message?
I sure did.
Got it right here.
And that means my job
is done for another day.
Speaking of jobs,
didn't Wembley promissed
to pick a job today?
Yeah, poor Wembley.
Sometimes he can't even walk
because he can't make up his mind
which foot to use first.
Picking an occupation
is not gonna be easy for him.
Hello, Wembley,
how are you?
Don't ask me questions.
You are just upset
becasue you havent decided
what job you're going to do.
No, I haven't.
I just don't decide well.
Wembley, all fraggles have to decide
what job they're gonna do.
But picking a job
is 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.
Just look at the Doozers.
Work is an eriching
experience.
Tedium and drudgery
are good for the soul.
Boober!
Wembley's gotta put in
his 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 games that must be played
and songs that must be sung.
Workin', workin'
I'd like to tell the story
of what my work is for
a tail of toil and gathering
and radishes and more
But don't forget my mighty job
the lonely tough routine
I dive and crash
and swing and splash
to keep the water clean
Workin', workin'
When I was just a baby
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, explore
And bring back pink ice cream
And you'll be
Workin', workin'
Give me work that's boring,
Boring to the core
A job that goes on much too long
And then goes on some more
The work I think I'll work at
Or else I think I won't
It's sort of something that you do
Unless you maybe don't
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 games that must be played
And songs that must be sung
And you'll be
Workin', workin'
Wembley
Mockey, what am I going to do?
Well, choose the job,
of course.
A job is one of the really great things
a Fraggle gets to do.
But do you really enjoy
your 30-minute work week?
Oh, yes.
Sometimes I put in 2,
maybe 3 minutes of overtime,
just for fun.
I bet your job
is terrific.
It is!
Would you like to choose
the job that I do?
Sure, I would.
What is it you do?
I collect radishes.
That is a job
I could really love.
Well, maybe.
-Can I try it?
-Of course, you can.
Come on, it's just
along this way.
Where is it that
you gather radishes?
Just in the garden
at the top of the tunnel.
Wait a minute!
Isn't that where the Gorgs live?
Yes.
But the Gorgs are like
walking talking mountains.
No, Wembley.
They are more like very tall hills.
And here we are.
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.
I don't know the password.
Then you can't come in.
"I don't know the password"
is the password.
-Then you know the password.
-Of course.
What's the password?
I don't know the password.
But you said
you knew the password.
You said "you knew the password"
was yesterday's password.
Just come in, daddy.
I'll go ahead and look
for the Gorgs.
If you want that job,
you've got it.
Wembley.
I love the garden.
Yes, me too.
Don't you just feel
a sense of growth?
I guess it's all
the things that grow.
I guess you're right.
Al the things that...
Like what?
You know, trees, flowers,
grass, things like that.
And the radishes!
I heard a little chirp
of a thimble bug.
No, that was the scream
of a Fraggle.
Look, there's a Gorg coming.
-I can handle Gorgs.
-Handle Gorgs?
-You Fraggle!
-Look out!
You almost hit Wembley.
Come on, Wembley,
let's leave.
Gladly.
That Fraggle hit me.
-Hey, Red
-Yeah, Gobo?
Do you want to hear the postcard
I got today from my uncle Traveling Matt?
Certainly. Read it to me.
I love fiction.
This one is a beauty.
Dear nephew Gobo,
exploring Outer Space is hard.
So hard in fact that
sometimes I wonder
if I've chosen the right job
in this life.
For instace today
I decided to investigate
one of the transportation systems
of this world.
At first it was so pleasant
I stood up to enjoy the view.
You know, they call this
train system "rapid transit".
At first, it wasn't rapid at all.
But after a while
it lit up to its name.
Sorry.
Rapid transit
is not for this Fraggle.
After one ride I have decided
to walk everywhere.
Although walking
doesn't seem so easy at the moment.
I never had this trouble
back in Fraggle Rock.
Love, your uncle Traveling Matt.
Wouldn't want his job.
Here come Mockey and Wembley.
I've been thinking of a way to make Wembley
decide on a job.
I'm gonna get really tough with him.
It's worth to try.
And that's gathering radishes.
-Isn't it wonderful?
-It was terrific.
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.
I thought you liked it.
This is a nice job.
I guess that's just not for me.
You want a good job?
You've got to try mine: laundry.
Boober, you have the dullest
and most boring job there is.
That is my favorite part
about it.
I guess I won't take
that job either.
Now is the time.
Get tough, kid.
You mean you haven't chosen a job yet?
No.
Okay, that's it.
I don't pal around with wishy-washy Fraggles.
What do you want me to do about it?
I can't just go away.
Yes, you can.
If that's the way you feel
I'll just pack my things.
That shouldn't take long.
You've only got one spare shirt.
Right.
I'll pack my thing.
Boy, when you're tough,
you're tough.
We just have to make him choose.
Everybody has to choose.
I mean, You must choose!
Do you want the jelly doughnut
or the custard doughnut?
All right,
you can have the jelly doughnut.
Except that it's noon.
It'd spoil your lunch.
Well, it's soup for lunch.
You want chicken
or split-pea?
I shouldn't have asked that.
I never thought I'd be so desperate
as to go see the trash heap all by myself.
The trash heap knows all.
And maybe she even knows
which job I should do.
Who __ this hand?
I'll just take your four of clubs.
No, you won't. Go fish.
Here she comes.
Somebody comes this way.
How can you tell?
What do you mean how can I tell?
I'm an oracle.
The great trash heap knows all.
Wait, she's right.
This must be one of her good days.
You are in the presence of
her omniscient rubbishness,
the all-knowing Trash Heap.
That's me.
Please, madam Trash Heap,
I need your help.
You look so unhappy.
My very best friend
doesn't ever want to see me again.
Please, don't cry.
There's so much sadness in the world.
Please, Marjorie,
compose yourself.
In your case compost yourself.
I'm sorry.
Now, young Fraggle,
why is your friend unhappy with you?
It's because I can't decide.
Could you tell me
what job I should do?
Let me think.
How about an accountant?
A beauty job.
You just sit around all day
adding numbers.
Yeah, everyday!
I don't think so.
Then you probably shoud be
a farmer.
Yeah, free eggs!
A __ salesman.
How about a prime minister?
A classy job!
It's no use.
Personally I always
wanted to be a fireman.
Pardon?
You know, a fireman.
With the bells and the ladders
and the hoses...
And the red suspenders,
and the sirens, and the axes,
and the hats.
I'd love to be a fireman.
But that's not work.
It's too much fun.
A lot of good jobs are fun.
Me, personally,
I'm a trash heap and there's a million laughs,
I can tell you.
Then I guess I've chosen.
Thank you, madam.
I'm gonna be a fireman.
How come you didn't become a fireman,
Marjoie?
I couldn't have.
I don't even know
how to start a fire.
Oh, boy, I'm gonna be a fireman.
Wait till Gobo hears that
I made the decision on my own.
That __ today and...
Wait a minute.
I can't be a fireman.
I don't even know how to start a fire.
Order!
Order!
I now call this meeting
of the Fraggle Rock volunteer fire department
to order.
The court will call __
You guys all here?
Yeah!
All present and accounted for,
mister president.
Very good.
And now I call for the singing
of the fireman's anthem.
When evening draws near
we all gather here
with tales of the fires
we have known
We pull on our boots
climb into our suits
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 hose
and starts to sing
Bring your hook and ladder, friend,
and make the sirens wail
Rev the engine up and let her run.
Ring your bell and doe-see-doe,
And dance until you drop, oh,
A fireman's job
is never ever done.
Thanks Gobo for making me choose.
Sure thing.
I'm proud of you.
Maybe too soon for that.
What if the firemen don't accept me?
They will, Wembley.
You're gonna be so happy.
-You're gonna be so scared.
-Boober!
They are going to ask you
all these questions you don't even know.
They are, aren't they?
You're gonna die.
-Do you thing so?
-Yes.
When you don't know the answers
you'll get so scared you'll blow up.
I'm gonna blow up!
Order!
Well, fellow firemen,
today mister Wembley Fraggle
has asked to take the job of a fireman.
There you go, kid.
Blow up.
As in explode.
That's what you're gonna do.
Let the applicant
be brough forth.
Good luck.
Wembley Fraggle,
the time has come for me to ask you
some very important questions.
Fingers in the ears.
Question number one:
do you like to wear hats
and climb ladders?
Sure.
Good answer!
Question number two:
what are your feelings
about bells and sirens?
I love bells and sirens.
Almost as much as
hats and ladders.
Very nicely put,
young Fraggle.
And now I must ask you
the final question.
How do you start a fire?
Come, young Fraggle.
Can we have an answer?
How do you start a fire?
Please, sir.
I don't know.
Thank goodness.
Neither do we.
But do you still
want to be a fireman?
Sure I do.
That was my decision.
Then welcome,
young fireman.
So fetch him his clothes,
And hand him his hose,
And sing him that old melody
Guess what,
everybody.
-What?
-I get to be the siren.
Congratulatons.
Bring your hook and ladder, friend,
And make the sirens wail
Rev the engine up
and let her run
Ring your bell and doe-see-doe
And dance until you drop, oh,
A fireman's job is never ever done
Sirens.
Most likely the fire department.
Some will probably call them up
to start a fire.
"Start a fire".
Firemen.
Joke.
Forget it.
Just choose your soup and doughnut.
It'll be bedtime soon.
is in the front yard
because there was no room
in the bathroom
after I installed
that drill press.
Neighbors, Sprocket,
neighbors.
Why should he care
where the printing press is?
From his window
it's almost completely hidden
by the base fiddles??
and the bottle colection.
I see you're interested
in my purchase.
All right, sprocket.
Here we are,
Cotter pins and
number 12 __ screws.
You were waiting for
the resin superglue.
That's really all I have.
And a couple of doughnuts!
Manners, Sprocket.
Now, you have to choose.
This is custard
and the other is jelly-filled.
It makes no difference.
The jelly or the custard?
All right,
I'll take the custard.
All right, then you take the custard
and I'll take the jelly.
Oh, Sprocket!
This should be easier
than usual.
And there's the postcard
from my uncle Traveling Matt.
Thanks for breaking
my fall, Red.
Terrific.
I break your fall
and you break my neck.
One good turn
deserves another.
Did you get uncle Matt's
message?
I sure did.
Got it right here.
And that means my job
is done for another day.
Speaking of jobs,
didn't Wembley promissed
to pick a job today?
Yeah, poor Wembley.
Sometimes he can't even walk
because he can't make up his mind
which foot to use first.
Picking an occupation
is not gonna be easy for him.
Hello, Wembley,
how are you?
Don't ask me questions.
You are just upset
becasue you havent decided
what job you're going to do.
No, I haven't.
I just don't decide well.
Wembley, all fraggles have to decide
what job they're gonna do.
But picking a job
is 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.
Just look at the Doozers.
Work is an eriching
experience.
Tedium and drudgery
are good for the soul.
Boober!
Wembley's gotta put in
his 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 games that must be played
and songs that must be sung.
Workin', workin'
I'd like to tell the story
of what my work is for
a tail of toil and gathering
and radishes and more
But don't forget my mighty job
the lonely tough routine
I dive and crash
and swing and splash
to keep the water clean
Workin', workin'
When I was just a baby
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, explore
And bring back pink ice cream
And you'll be
Workin', workin'
Give me work that's boring,
Boring to the core
A job that goes on much too long
And then goes on some more
The work I think I'll work at
Or else I think I won't
It's sort of something that you do
Unless you maybe don't
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 games that must be played
And songs that must be sung
And you'll be
Workin', workin'
Wembley
Mockey, what am I going to do?
Well, choose the job,
of course.
A job is one of the really great things
a Fraggle gets to do.
But do you really enjoy
your 30-minute work week?
Oh, yes.
Sometimes I put in 2,
maybe 3 minutes of overtime,
just for fun.
I bet your job
is terrific.
It is!
Would you like to choose
the job that I do?
Sure, I would.
What is it you do?
I collect radishes.
That is a job
I could really love.
Well, maybe.
-Can I try it?
-Of course, you can.
Come on, it's just
along this way.
Where is it that
you gather radishes?
Just in the garden
at the top of the tunnel.
Wait a minute!
Isn't that where the Gorgs live?
Yes.
But the Gorgs are like
walking talking mountains.
No, Wembley.
They are more like very tall hills.
And here we are.
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.
I don't know the password.
Then you can't come in.
"I don't know the password"
is the password.
-Then you know the password.
-Of course.
What's the password?
I don't know the password.
But you said
you knew the password.
You said "you knew the password"
was yesterday's password.
Just come in, daddy.
I'll go ahead and look
for the Gorgs.
If you want that job,
you've got it.
Wembley.
I love the garden.
Yes, me too.
Don't you just feel
a sense of growth?
I guess it's all
the things that grow.
I guess you're right.
Al the things that...
Like what?
You know, trees, flowers,
grass, things like that.
And the radishes!
I heard a little chirp
of a thimble bug.
No, that was the scream
of a Fraggle.
Look, there's a Gorg coming.
-I can handle Gorgs.
-Handle Gorgs?
-You Fraggle!
-Look out!
You almost hit Wembley.
Come on, Wembley,
let's leave.
Gladly.
That Fraggle hit me.
-Hey, Red
-Yeah, Gobo?
Do you want to hear the postcard
I got today from my uncle Traveling Matt?
Certainly. Read it to me.
I love fiction.
This one is a beauty.
Dear nephew Gobo,
exploring Outer Space is hard.
So hard in fact that
sometimes I wonder
if I've chosen the right job
in this life.
For instace today
I decided to investigate
one of the transportation systems
of this world.
At first it was so pleasant
I stood up to enjoy the view.
You know, they call this
train system "rapid transit".
At first, it wasn't rapid at all.
But after a while
it lit up to its name.
Sorry.
Rapid transit
is not for this Fraggle.
After one ride I have decided
to walk everywhere.
Although walking
doesn't seem so easy at the moment.
I never had this trouble
back in Fraggle Rock.
Love, your uncle Traveling Matt.
Wouldn't want his job.
Here come Mockey and Wembley.
I've been thinking of a way to make Wembley
decide on a job.
I'm gonna get really tough with him.
It's worth to try.
And that's gathering radishes.
-Isn't it wonderful?
-It was terrific.
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.
I thought you liked it.
This is a nice job.
I guess that's just not for me.
You want a good job?
You've got to try mine: laundry.
Boober, you have the dullest
and most boring job there is.
That is my favorite part
about it.
I guess I won't take
that job either.
Now is the time.
Get tough, kid.
You mean you haven't chosen a job yet?
No.
Okay, that's it.
I don't pal around with wishy-washy Fraggles.
What do you want me to do about it?
I can't just go away.
Yes, you can.
If that's the way you feel
I'll just pack my things.
That shouldn't take long.
You've only got one spare shirt.
Right.
I'll pack my thing.
Boy, when you're tough,
you're tough.
We just have to make him choose.
Everybody has to choose.
I mean, You must choose!
Do you want the jelly doughnut
or the custard doughnut?
All right,
you can have the jelly doughnut.
Except that it's noon.
It'd spoil your lunch.
Well, it's soup for lunch.
You want chicken
or split-pea?
I shouldn't have asked that.
I never thought I'd be so desperate
as to go see the trash heap all by myself.
The trash heap knows all.
And maybe she even knows
which job I should do.
Who __ this hand?
I'll just take your four of clubs.
No, you won't. Go fish.
Here she comes.
Somebody comes this way.
How can you tell?
What do you mean how can I tell?
I'm an oracle.
The great trash heap knows all.
Wait, she's right.
This must be one of her good days.
You are in the presence of
her omniscient rubbishness,
the all-knowing Trash Heap.
That's me.
Please, madam Trash Heap,
I need your help.
You look so unhappy.
My very best friend
doesn't ever want to see me again.
Please, don't cry.
There's so much sadness in the world.
Please, Marjorie,
compose yourself.
In your case compost yourself.
I'm sorry.
Now, young Fraggle,
why is your friend unhappy with you?
It's because I can't decide.
Could you tell me
what job I should do?
Let me think.
How about an accountant?
A beauty job.
You just sit around all day
adding numbers.
Yeah, everyday!
I don't think so.
Then you probably shoud be
a farmer.
Yeah, free eggs!
A __ salesman.
How about a prime minister?
A classy job!
It's no use.
Personally I always
wanted to be a fireman.
Pardon?
You know, a fireman.
With the bells and the ladders
and the hoses...
And the red suspenders,
and the sirens, and the axes,
and the hats.
I'd love to be a fireman.
But that's not work.
It's too much fun.
A lot of good jobs are fun.
Me, personally,
I'm a trash heap and there's a million laughs,
I can tell you.
Then I guess I've chosen.
Thank you, madam.
I'm gonna be a fireman.
How come you didn't become a fireman,
Marjoie?
I couldn't have.
I don't even know
how to start a fire.
Oh, boy, I'm gonna be a fireman.
Wait till Gobo hears that
I made the decision on my own.
That __ today and...
Wait a minute.
I can't be a fireman.
I don't even know how to start a fire.
Order!
Order!
I now call this meeting
of the Fraggle Rock volunteer fire department
to order.
The court will call __
You guys all here?
Yeah!
All present and accounted for,
mister president.
Very good.
And now I call for the singing
of the fireman's anthem.
When evening draws near
we all gather here
with tales of the fires
we have known
We pull on our boots
climb into our suits
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 hose
and starts to sing
Bring your hook and ladder, friend,
and make the sirens wail
Rev the engine up and let her run.
Ring your bell and doe-see-doe,
And dance until you drop, oh,
A fireman's job
is never ever done.
Thanks Gobo for making me choose.
Sure thing.
I'm proud of you.
Maybe too soon for that.
What if the firemen don't accept me?
They will, Wembley.
You're gonna be so happy.
-You're gonna be so scared.
-Boober!
They are going to ask you
all these questions you don't even know.
They are, aren't they?
You're gonna die.
-Do you thing so?
-Yes.
When you don't know the answers
you'll get so scared you'll blow up.
I'm gonna blow up!
Order!
Well, fellow firemen,
today mister Wembley Fraggle
has asked to take the job of a fireman.
There you go, kid.
Blow up.
As in explode.
That's what you're gonna do.
Let the applicant
be brough forth.
Good luck.
Wembley Fraggle,
the time has come for me to ask you
some very important questions.
Fingers in the ears.
Question number one:
do you like to wear hats
and climb ladders?
Sure.
Good answer!
Question number two:
what are your feelings
about bells and sirens?
I love bells and sirens.
Almost as much as
hats and ladders.
Very nicely put,
young Fraggle.
And now I must ask you
the final question.
How do you start a fire?
Come, young Fraggle.
Can we have an answer?
How do you start a fire?
Please, sir.
I don't know.
Thank goodness.
Neither do we.
But do you still
want to be a fireman?
Sure I do.
That was my decision.
Then welcome,
young fireman.
So fetch him his clothes,
And hand him his hose,
And sing him that old melody
Guess what,
everybody.
-What?
-I get to be the siren.
Congratulatons.
Bring your hook and ladder, friend,
And make the sirens wail
Rev the engine up
and let her run
Ring your bell and doe-see-doe
And dance until you drop, oh,
A fireman's job is never ever done
Sirens.
Most likely the fire department.
Some will probably call them up
to start a fire.
"Start a fire".
Firemen.
Joke.
Forget it.
Just choose your soup and doughnut.
It'll be bedtime soon.