Fraggle Rock (1983–1987): Season 2, Episode 12 - The Doozer Contest - full transcript
An argument between Flange and Modem Doozer turns into a Doozer duel and causes a crisis in Fraggle Rock.
[upbeat music playing]
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Work your cares away
I Dancing's for another day
I Let the Fraggles play
We're Gobo, Mokey, Wembley, Boober, Red!
“Whoopee!
Wowee!
Ooh, a Fraggle!
[chuckles] Look, Ma. I got a Fraggle!
Argh!
Whoopee!
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
Down in Fraggle Rock.
Oh, Sprocket.
What an amazing phenomenon, this ant farm.
What a marvel of cooperation
and organization.
See... see how they've tunneled out
different rooms?
Now, no one told them to do that.
They act out of some ancient instinct.
Sprocket?
[Sprocket growling]
-Oh, Sprocket, there you are!
-[dog barking]
-You've got company. [chuckles]
[Sprocket growls]
Sprocket, you're not being very friendly.
[Sprocket barking]
-[dog barking]
Obviously, you're not friends,
but don't be so rude.
Hello there. You're new...
You're new around here, eh?
He must have just moved in, Sprocket.
Well, welcome to the neighborhood.
-[both dogs barking]
What's the matter, Sprocket?
Sprocket, what is the matter?
Get in here.
[growls]
And keep it down. You'll disturb the ants.
Sprocket, what is the matter with you?
gags]
-Shimmelfinney?
[barks]
New dog?
Bone? Shimmelfinney gave the new dog
a bone, and you're jealous. Is that it?
That is just silly.
Well, you've never wanted
Shimmelfinney's bones before.
Sprocket!
I'm telling you,
it's just around the next bend.
This sure is a long way to go for lunch.
Yes, but it's these out-of-the-way places
that always have the best food.
Yes, and the best atmosphere.
I know what you mean. [chuckles]
[beep]
-Flange to Crosscut. Come in.
Welder Crosscut, standing by.
[Flange] Uh, status report, please.
Experimental tomato extract
mixed and ready, sir.
[Flange] Then commence precasting.
You got it.
Ya-hoo! There she blows. Oh, what a sight.
-Howdy, Flange.
Modem, good to see you.
Oh, that experimental tomato extract
you developed for the new towers,
-is it holding?
Positive results so far.
By the way, the new mustard powder
you gave us yesterday is holding well.
Ah, glad to hear it. I must say, Flange,
we Doozers do good work.
Good work is the only kind
we know how to do, Modem.
-[Flange laughs]
-You said it.
[gasps] It's a culinary paradise.
Oh, and such an esthetics presentation.
-Yeah, and they look good, too.
Mmm, and I bet they taste even better.
[chomping]
Hey, look, the Fraggles are
destroying the north tower.
[all cheering]
-That tomato extract did it.
Yeah.
Three cheers for the mustard powder.
[all cheering]
[Mokey] Ooh, delicious.
It's terrific.
Mmm. What are those little guys
putting in these things, anyway?
I don't know, but I wish I had the recipe.
Did you hear that?
Didn't even have to get that one finished
and the Fraggles still ate it all up.
Congratulations, Modem.
It must have been that new mustard powder
of yours that did it.
Oh, mine? Not at all.
It was your tomato extract they liked.
Oh, well, thanks,
but with all due respect, Modem,
it's clear that the new mustard powder
you added made the difference.
Oh, no, no, no. Beg to differ,
but it was the tomato extract you added.
Well... [chuckles]
[Red] Does anyone know what makes
these constructions taste so good?
[lips smacking]
You know what? This is crazy,
but don't these taste kinda like tomatoes?
You know, they do.
I was just going to say that.
But there's also a hint of mustard.
-That, too. That, too.
-That was right on the tip of my tongue.
-This tomato is good.
Delicious.
Oh, but the mustard taste
is definitely better.
Positively.
Oh, s0 you like the mustard the most,
eh, Wembley?
Uh, did I say that?
But I thought you liked the tomatoes.
Well, I wouldn't go that far.
Well, I like the mustard best.
Oh,sodol.
Boober, you're right about the mustard.
Well, I just have a sensitive palate.
Then it's unanimous.
The mustard makes the meal.
Hey, look at these towers over here.
Come on.
Oh, boy, this is even better.
-[Mokey] Fabulous.
Wow!
Well, apparently, my mustard powder
did do the trick. Hmm.
Yes, yes, but well, remember, it was
my tomato extract that held it together.
Sometimes I'm smarter than I thought.
Uh, what was that, Flange?
Nothing, nothing.
Just that my tomato extract
did make a difference.
Well, with all due respect, Flange,
you did hear the Fraggles
specifically compliment my mustard.
[siren blaring]
Quitting time.
-It was a good day.
-It was a nice day. I had a good time.
Yeah,
-Nice bit of building we did today.
I think you're being
alittle stubborn about this, Modem.
[Modem] Just trying to give credit
where credit is due, Flange.
[Flange] Credit? How dare you imply
such a ridiculous notion. [scoffs]
You heard the Fraggles,
they liked my mustard.
What do Fraggles know
about building materials anyway?
Hint of mustard, bah!
Flange, for a Doozer,
you're awfully jealous.
Jealous? How dare you accuse me
of something so... so un-Doozerish?
[Modem] Your turnip grease is rancid.
[Flange] Oh, yeah?
Well, your radish dust has lumps. [scoffs]
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.
Hi, Daddy, hi.
Welcome home, Flange.
What have you got to say to your family?
-[Flange] Your bolts are popped.
[Modem] Your pipes are clogged.
-[Flange] Phooey!
[Modem] Your circuits are bumt.
Don't think I'm going to take this
standing up, Modem.
As the old saying goes,
if the ear flaps, it's yours.
You don't know your elbow stick
from your bunge bolt.
Flange, whatever is the matter
between you and Modem?
Yeah, Daddy, you two were acting
like a couple of Fraggles. [giggles]
Oh, Wingnut, it is too ghastly to tell
in front of our daughter.
-Oh, Flange.
-Oh, come on, Daddy. Spill the bolts.
Modem actually took credit--
gasps]
For the success of our experimental tower.
Credit? Why, the last time
somebody took credit for something
was Old Man Pipe Wrench
back in the old days.
-And he had to give it back.
“What's credit, Daddy?
Oh, Cotterpin, my child,
I'm ashamed that your tender ears
even have to hear the word.
But she must learn about it
some day, Flange.
True enough. You tell her.
Well, me?
Well, I suppose she is old enough.
A Doozer takes credit for something
when he or she thinks their work
is better than the rest.
Whoa!
That's a helmet-bending concept, Mom.
Och, that no-good Modem thinking
the Fraggles like her mustard powder,
and when it was really
my tomato extract that they really liked.
Now, don't go telling your friends
about taking credit.
-Doozers just don't do it.
Well, Daddy is.
[gasps] What? My! Give her
a little education and then they start--
No, Flange, your daughter is right.
You're doing just what Modem is doing.
[sighs] Well...
[stuttering] But she started it!
It doesn't matter.
After supper,
you will apologize to Modem and end it.
[Flange sighs]
And your dog sings upside-down!
[Flange] What in the world?
Your eyes glow in the dark.
-[Doozer 1] What's the disturbance there?
-[Doozer 2] Come on.
-[Doozers clamoring]
-You... You barge bolt.
Wobbly bridge.
Rusty nail.
-Chain grease.
-Radish.
[gasps] Well, you'll regret that. [scoffs]
Modem!
-Yo. Platform descending.
-Interfacing requested.
-Affirmative.
-Commence communication.
-[Flange straining]
Clarification, please.
I have hurled the helmet.
[Doozers exclaiming]
The ancient contest of the Doozers,
tower building at 20 paces.
Look, Flange,
can't we just talk about this?
Negative. Response, please.
-[Modem gasps]
[all exclaiming]
[Modem grunting]
-Three cheers for Modem.
[all] Hip, hip, hooray!
-Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray!
-Yeah. [laughing]
Four cheers for Flange!
[all cheering]
Thank you. Thank you.
Stand by for radish withdrawal.
Pull back that trellis.
No, not that girder, the other one.
Hold fast there, young Flange.
What in all Doozerdom are you doing?
Well, I'm practicing
for the contest, Architect.
-The contest?
-Ihave to get in shape if I want to win.
And then I have to shape up my crew.
Oh, no. The ancient Doozer vice.
-Doozer vice?
-Competitiveness.
Oh, I'had hoped
we Doozers had lost that urge.
Now, listen to me, bulldoozer.
This contest must not take place.
What? But I made the challenge.
What can be made can be unmade.
What's to be lost
by canceling the challenge?
The contest. Modem would think she won.
Now, excuse me,
I have to coach my loyal crew.
But, I warn you.
Nothing is gained by winning such contests
except misery. [sighs]
[Sprocket barking]
Oh, you're back. Any luck?
[growls]
-Oh!
You did your best tricks for Shimmelfinney
and he didn't give you a bone?
[barking]
[growling]
Oh, I see.
Oh, you're gonna fight that dog.
And if you win, well,
you'll be top dog on the block.
Oh, everyone will respect you then,
even Shimmelfinney.
[barking]
-They might even become afraid of you.
[barking]
All right, if you're gonna fight,
fight fair.
You know who gave these to me? My father.
He said if ever I was gonna fight anyone,
I had to make them put on boxing gloves.
By the time I got them on,
I'd usually forgotten
what the fight was all about.
So, go ahead and fight.
And youll find out
what it's like to fight.
-This contest is pretty silly, huh?
Ill say.
Who'd have thought my mom and your dad
would start something like this?
-Grown-ups. I can't figure them.
“What do you mean?
Well, they tell us kids
not to do something,
and then they go and do it themselves.
[both laughing]
Yeah, now Doozers who want your dad to win
won't work with Doozers
who want my mom to win.
Yeah. Well, it's a good thing
this contest is tomorrow.
Yeah. Things can get back to normal
once my mom wins.
[tires screech]
What?
Huh?
Well, fellow Doozers, I just want
to make sure you're ready for the contest.
-[Doozer] Yeah. We're ready!
-[others agreeing]
That's good.
As you know, our opponents are a good crew
led by bulldoozer Modem.
[Doozers jeering]
Well, just remember,
it doesn't matter who wins.
As long as it's us.
7 Who will win the contest there?
I We will win the contest there
7 Who's the best team in the land?
7 Don't you know? It's Flange's band 0
-♪ Sound off §
-I One, two?
-0 Sound off §
-0 Three, four?
♪ One, two, three, four, one, two ♪
♪ Three, four ♪
7 Who will win the contest there?
-0 We will win the contest there
-I wonder if I overdid it.
7 Who's the best team in the land?
[gasps] Cotterpin, what happened?
Um, I think it's time
I go study my blueprints.
No, Cotterpin. Your daughter was... was...
Was what?
Ah, gee, Daddy,
I just got into a little fight.
[gasps] A fight? But Doozers never fight.
Look at yourself. You're a mess.
Yeah, you should see Wrench. [giggles]
She was fighting
with one of her friends from school.
Oh, Wingnut, where have we failed?
-Flange, don't you see? It's the contest.
What?
It's affecting our whole community,
even the children.
Well, then...
Then we must cancel the contest.
[gasps]
-Oh, Flange.
Cancel the contest?
After what I've been through?
Especially after what you went through.
[ll go over and tell Modem right now.
Oh!
[Flange] Modem will be as glad as I am
fo get back to what we Doozers do best,
building.
We'll call off the contest.
No winners, no losers,
just Doozers once again. [chuckles]
Wait a minute.
What if she doesn't want
to call off the contest?
I'l look like I thought
1 was going to lose.
But that's not fair. I challenged her.
So I should be able to withdraw
the challenge. I will look foolish.
She'll probably just laugh at me.
If that happened, I won't be able to get
any Doozers to work with me again.
Modem will think I'm a fool.
Oh, Modem. Modem, get out here!
Yes. Who is it? [shrieks]
Who are you calling a fool? [grunts]
Good luck, Flange.
This is silly.
-[Flange] Seventeen.
Modem] Eighteen.
-[Flange] Nineteen.
Modem] Twenty.
[Flange grunts]
I suppose you two think
you're the first Doozers
-to ever compete.
Well, aren't we?
Well, hardly. Generations of Doozers
have known competition before you.
We never seem to leam. More's the pity.
[sighs] Let the outcome of this contest
end this conflict forever.
And let the winner win and the loser lose
and only the building remain.
-Hey, come on.
-Let's get on with it.
Oh, allright, all right. All right.
Uh, tomato team, mustard team, stand by.
[clears throaf]
As no Doozer watching knows who will win,
get on with the building.
Let the games begin.
Ooh, what did you bring
for our picnic, Boober?
Well, we have a terrine of lima bean soup.
Lima bean soup?
Well, I'love lima bean soup.
And I brought
some of my famous radish pate.
Wow! With those
great tomato and mustard Doozer towers,
-this will be a real feast.
Uh-huh.
Hey, it looks like
my Uncle Traveling Matt had a real feast
-in Quter Space.
-Ooh! Read it, Gobo. Read it.
-Yeah, I was afraid of that.
-[Gobo clears throat]
"Dear Nephew Gobo..."
[Matt] Outer Space has never ceased
to amaze me.
And today, I was astounded.
What?
Oh!
It was the ultimate Doozer construction.
It looked absolutely delicious.
But it tasted terrible.
Perhaps this thing will be tastier
at the top.
[grunting]
-Just when I thought I would fail--
[elevator bell dings]
I noticed some silly creatures
entering a small cave at the base.
So I followed them.
1 found myself flying upwards
at an astonishing rate.
These creatures may be silly,
but they sure know the fastest way
fo a good meal.
1 reached the summit, tasted if,
and then I claimed it
in the name of Fragglekind.
[grunts]
"Love, your heroic Uncle Matt."
Wow.
-Too had. It looks delicious.
Well, looks aren't everything.
Speaking of delicious,
let's go find those Doozer towers
-we ate yesterday.
[all] Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, has anybody seen my yo-yo?
Wait, wait.
-Oh, I'm done.
-And I'm done. Which tower is better?
-But I can't judge.
[all sighing]
If a Doozer builds
for the joy of building, that is good.
If not, then that is bad.
-But who won?
“Who can say?
[exclaims] Wow!
Oh, boy, can I have a piece?
Why not let the Fraggles decide?
Yes, the tower that the Fraggles like
must be the best.
You would let a Fraggle decide?
Yes, yeah.
-Yeah, sure.
[retching]
These... These Doozer sticks are awful.
They're mushy like... like tomatoes.
These are even worse.
They're nothing but mustard.
Oh, I don't believe it.
Our picnic is ruined.
Not quite. I still have my radish pate.
-[Doozers murmuring]
But they loved my mustard yesterday.
The tomatoes were a hit.
Since the Fraggles liked neither one,
I must declare that--
Yes?
-There is no winner.
[all grumbling]
The contest is a draw.
So, let's get back to building
for the joy of building, shall we?
Wait, wait. We will modify the recipe.
-Yes, Il add some garlic.
-The contest isn't over yet.
Until the Fraggles
eat one of the towers. Hmph!
Oh, dear.
I thought I had them for a moment.
Oh, no. Are we Doozers doomed
to compete forever?
[chuckles] Well, here we go again.
Il never understand grown-ups.
[growling]
Oh, you're in training, Sprocket.
Oh, that's a mean left hook
you've got there.
Well, I guess you need to practice.
Well, here. Here's a steady target.
Oh, that's it. Left jab.
Right. Right uppercut.
Oh, you're looking mean, Sprockie.
Oh, the footwork.
Don't forget the footwork.
It's all in the footwork.
That's it, Sprockie.
[panting]
[laughing] Sprockie.
What... What is this really about?
-[whimpering]
-A bone. A simple bone.
Just because Ned Shimmelfinney
gave that new dog a bone,
just because a new dog moved
into your territory,
just because a handsome new dog
happened to--
[growls]
Oh! [panting]
Welder Crosscut.
-Standing by.
-Status report.
Towers three and four complete.
Tower five, girders in place, sir.
Hey, we're gonna win this one, huh?
[laughs]
We've built a tower for every tower
that Modem built.
All we've done is run out of space.
The Fraggles aren't eating a thing.
And you two bolt brains
haven't figured out why?
Halt operations.
I repeat, halt operations.
[sighs] It's about time.
“We're running out of building materials.
Not to mention space.
-So, end the contest.
‘We have to find a winner.
Why do you need a winner?
After all this, I want to know who won.
[sighs] Oh!
-But how do we decide?
We have to find a Fraggle who will decide
whose tower tastes better.
But not just any Fraggle.
One that's decisive.
Who can make a choice.
We need the wisest Fraggle alive.
[humming]
Ooh, hello.
Did I leave my yo-yo here or not?
He'll do.
-This will decide things.
Once and for all.
It's against my better judgment,
but these bulldoozers want you,
the wisest Fraggle in the world,
to choose the tower that tastes better.
Yeah. But both kinds of towers
tasted awful before.
And that stuff about me being
the wisest Fraggle in the world?
I mean, that's nice but
♪ There's a time, there's a season
When the world starts again
I And for no other reason
Than the dream in our brain I
! Sing a tune for the tower
Sing a song for the stair
! Sing-a-ling for the power
Tracing shapes in the air}
Huh.
-Go! Go!
I We will build on the bridges
We will build on the heights ♪
I We will build through the daytime
And the long, lonely nights ♪
♪ For the world has a reason
And the world has a thyme ♪
I When we all work together
Building shapes out of time
[whistle blowing]
[blowing raspberry]
♪ Take your lead from the leader
Take a tip from the top
I Work and build till you stagger
Work and build till you drop ♪
I Or your basements will founder
And your buildings will fade ♪
I If you don't dream together
As foundations are laid
[whistle blowing]
1 So go high with your willing
And go high with the gleam?
I And be sure that your building's
Making real out of dream ♪
I For we don't know the starting
And we don't know the end
I But we know that our building
Makes the whole world a friend }
Which will it be, the red or the yellow?
Time to choose.
Well, I... 1... Oh, I don't know.
Hey, wait a minute. They taste great
when you taste them both together. Mmm.
-Together?
-[Flange sighs]
I We will all work together
We will all work as one ♪
I And today is forever
And a dream world is won ♪
I For the space that we're building
Is a grace in our fives
I And the shape we are given
We will build till we die 2
♪ Workin", workin', workin', workin'
Workin', workin, workin'
I Workin', workin', workin... }
Flange and Modem are even.
Neither of us won.
Complete waste of time.
Wembley] Well, no, it wasn't.
This is the best-tasting
Doozer sticks ever,
but when you eat
the two kinds together, that is.
That means my mustard powder needs
your tomato extract.
From now on, we'll put both tastes
into the same stick.
[Wembley laughs]
Working together
is what Doozers are all about.
[Wembley] Hmm.
[all cheering]
Oh, well. Yay!
Our world is saved
because of this decisive Fraggle.
[all cheering]
Well, uh, yes and no.
Oh, you're back.
Well, you look none the worse
for wear and tear.
[barks]
How was your fight?
You didn't fight?
Well, there's nothing wrong in that,
Sprockie.
You know,
you can carry competitiveness too far.
Oh, but, those ants,
they dare not compete,
but they still have to give
their best effort in order to survive.
[laughs] The new dog...
And he gave you... He gave you the bone.
Oh, you've made friends, Sprocket.
You won.
-You won more than you know.
[Sprocket yelps]
[laughing]
[music playing]
[scatting]
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Work your cares away
I Dancing's for another day
I Let the Fraggles play
We're Gobo, Mokey, Wembley, Boober, Red!
“Whoopee!
Wowee!
Ooh, a Fraggle!
[chuckles] Look, Ma. I got a Fraggle!
Argh!
Whoopee!
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
Down in Fraggle Rock.
Oh, Sprocket.
What an amazing phenomenon, this ant farm.
What a marvel of cooperation
and organization.
See... see how they've tunneled out
different rooms?
Now, no one told them to do that.
They act out of some ancient instinct.
Sprocket?
[Sprocket growling]
-Oh, Sprocket, there you are!
-[dog barking]
-You've got company. [chuckles]
[Sprocket growls]
Sprocket, you're not being very friendly.
[Sprocket barking]
-[dog barking]
Obviously, you're not friends,
but don't be so rude.
Hello there. You're new...
You're new around here, eh?
He must have just moved in, Sprocket.
Well, welcome to the neighborhood.
-[both dogs barking]
What's the matter, Sprocket?
Sprocket, what is the matter?
Get in here.
[growls]
And keep it down. You'll disturb the ants.
Sprocket, what is the matter with you?
gags]
-Shimmelfinney?
[barks]
New dog?
Bone? Shimmelfinney gave the new dog
a bone, and you're jealous. Is that it?
That is just silly.
Well, you've never wanted
Shimmelfinney's bones before.
Sprocket!
I'm telling you,
it's just around the next bend.
This sure is a long way to go for lunch.
Yes, but it's these out-of-the-way places
that always have the best food.
Yes, and the best atmosphere.
I know what you mean. [chuckles]
[beep]
-Flange to Crosscut. Come in.
Welder Crosscut, standing by.
[Flange] Uh, status report, please.
Experimental tomato extract
mixed and ready, sir.
[Flange] Then commence precasting.
You got it.
Ya-hoo! There she blows. Oh, what a sight.
-Howdy, Flange.
Modem, good to see you.
Oh, that experimental tomato extract
you developed for the new towers,
-is it holding?
Positive results so far.
By the way, the new mustard powder
you gave us yesterday is holding well.
Ah, glad to hear it. I must say, Flange,
we Doozers do good work.
Good work is the only kind
we know how to do, Modem.
-[Flange laughs]
-You said it.
[gasps] It's a culinary paradise.
Oh, and such an esthetics presentation.
-Yeah, and they look good, too.
Mmm, and I bet they taste even better.
[chomping]
Hey, look, the Fraggles are
destroying the north tower.
[all cheering]
-That tomato extract did it.
Yeah.
Three cheers for the mustard powder.
[all cheering]
[Mokey] Ooh, delicious.
It's terrific.
Mmm. What are those little guys
putting in these things, anyway?
I don't know, but I wish I had the recipe.
Did you hear that?
Didn't even have to get that one finished
and the Fraggles still ate it all up.
Congratulations, Modem.
It must have been that new mustard powder
of yours that did it.
Oh, mine? Not at all.
It was your tomato extract they liked.
Oh, well, thanks,
but with all due respect, Modem,
it's clear that the new mustard powder
you added made the difference.
Oh, no, no, no. Beg to differ,
but it was the tomato extract you added.
Well... [chuckles]
[Red] Does anyone know what makes
these constructions taste so good?
[lips smacking]
You know what? This is crazy,
but don't these taste kinda like tomatoes?
You know, they do.
I was just going to say that.
But there's also a hint of mustard.
-That, too. That, too.
-That was right on the tip of my tongue.
-This tomato is good.
Delicious.
Oh, but the mustard taste
is definitely better.
Positively.
Oh, s0 you like the mustard the most,
eh, Wembley?
Uh, did I say that?
But I thought you liked the tomatoes.
Well, I wouldn't go that far.
Well, I like the mustard best.
Oh,sodol.
Boober, you're right about the mustard.
Well, I just have a sensitive palate.
Then it's unanimous.
The mustard makes the meal.
Hey, look at these towers over here.
Come on.
Oh, boy, this is even better.
-[Mokey] Fabulous.
Wow!
Well, apparently, my mustard powder
did do the trick. Hmm.
Yes, yes, but well, remember, it was
my tomato extract that held it together.
Sometimes I'm smarter than I thought.
Uh, what was that, Flange?
Nothing, nothing.
Just that my tomato extract
did make a difference.
Well, with all due respect, Flange,
you did hear the Fraggles
specifically compliment my mustard.
[siren blaring]
Quitting time.
-It was a good day.
-It was a nice day. I had a good time.
Yeah,
-Nice bit of building we did today.
I think you're being
alittle stubborn about this, Modem.
[Modem] Just trying to give credit
where credit is due, Flange.
[Flange] Credit? How dare you imply
such a ridiculous notion. [scoffs]
You heard the Fraggles,
they liked my mustard.
What do Fraggles know
about building materials anyway?
Hint of mustard, bah!
Flange, for a Doozer,
you're awfully jealous.
Jealous? How dare you accuse me
of something so... so un-Doozerish?
[Modem] Your turnip grease is rancid.
[Flange] Oh, yeah?
Well, your radish dust has lumps. [scoffs]
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.
Hi, Daddy, hi.
Welcome home, Flange.
What have you got to say to your family?
-[Flange] Your bolts are popped.
[Modem] Your pipes are clogged.
-[Flange] Phooey!
[Modem] Your circuits are bumt.
Don't think I'm going to take this
standing up, Modem.
As the old saying goes,
if the ear flaps, it's yours.
You don't know your elbow stick
from your bunge bolt.
Flange, whatever is the matter
between you and Modem?
Yeah, Daddy, you two were acting
like a couple of Fraggles. [giggles]
Oh, Wingnut, it is too ghastly to tell
in front of our daughter.
-Oh, Flange.
-Oh, come on, Daddy. Spill the bolts.
Modem actually took credit--
gasps]
For the success of our experimental tower.
Credit? Why, the last time
somebody took credit for something
was Old Man Pipe Wrench
back in the old days.
-And he had to give it back.
“What's credit, Daddy?
Oh, Cotterpin, my child,
I'm ashamed that your tender ears
even have to hear the word.
But she must learn about it
some day, Flange.
True enough. You tell her.
Well, me?
Well, I suppose she is old enough.
A Doozer takes credit for something
when he or she thinks their work
is better than the rest.
Whoa!
That's a helmet-bending concept, Mom.
Och, that no-good Modem thinking
the Fraggles like her mustard powder,
and when it was really
my tomato extract that they really liked.
Now, don't go telling your friends
about taking credit.
-Doozers just don't do it.
Well, Daddy is.
[gasps] What? My! Give her
a little education and then they start--
No, Flange, your daughter is right.
You're doing just what Modem is doing.
[sighs] Well...
[stuttering] But she started it!
It doesn't matter.
After supper,
you will apologize to Modem and end it.
[Flange sighs]
And your dog sings upside-down!
[Flange] What in the world?
Your eyes glow in the dark.
-[Doozer 1] What's the disturbance there?
-[Doozer 2] Come on.
-[Doozers clamoring]
-You... You barge bolt.
Wobbly bridge.
Rusty nail.
-Chain grease.
-Radish.
[gasps] Well, you'll regret that. [scoffs]
Modem!
-Yo. Platform descending.
-Interfacing requested.
-Affirmative.
-Commence communication.
-[Flange straining]
Clarification, please.
I have hurled the helmet.
[Doozers exclaiming]
The ancient contest of the Doozers,
tower building at 20 paces.
Look, Flange,
can't we just talk about this?
Negative. Response, please.
-[Modem gasps]
[all exclaiming]
[Modem grunting]
-Three cheers for Modem.
[all] Hip, hip, hooray!
-Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray!
-Yeah. [laughing]
Four cheers for Flange!
[all cheering]
Thank you. Thank you.
Stand by for radish withdrawal.
Pull back that trellis.
No, not that girder, the other one.
Hold fast there, young Flange.
What in all Doozerdom are you doing?
Well, I'm practicing
for the contest, Architect.
-The contest?
-Ihave to get in shape if I want to win.
And then I have to shape up my crew.
Oh, no. The ancient Doozer vice.
-Doozer vice?
-Competitiveness.
Oh, I'had hoped
we Doozers had lost that urge.
Now, listen to me, bulldoozer.
This contest must not take place.
What? But I made the challenge.
What can be made can be unmade.
What's to be lost
by canceling the challenge?
The contest. Modem would think she won.
Now, excuse me,
I have to coach my loyal crew.
But, I warn you.
Nothing is gained by winning such contests
except misery. [sighs]
[Sprocket barking]
Oh, you're back. Any luck?
[growls]
-Oh!
You did your best tricks for Shimmelfinney
and he didn't give you a bone?
[barking]
[growling]
Oh, I see.
Oh, you're gonna fight that dog.
And if you win, well,
you'll be top dog on the block.
Oh, everyone will respect you then,
even Shimmelfinney.
[barking]
-They might even become afraid of you.
[barking]
All right, if you're gonna fight,
fight fair.
You know who gave these to me? My father.
He said if ever I was gonna fight anyone,
I had to make them put on boxing gloves.
By the time I got them on,
I'd usually forgotten
what the fight was all about.
So, go ahead and fight.
And youll find out
what it's like to fight.
-This contest is pretty silly, huh?
Ill say.
Who'd have thought my mom and your dad
would start something like this?
-Grown-ups. I can't figure them.
“What do you mean?
Well, they tell us kids
not to do something,
and then they go and do it themselves.
[both laughing]
Yeah, now Doozers who want your dad to win
won't work with Doozers
who want my mom to win.
Yeah. Well, it's a good thing
this contest is tomorrow.
Yeah. Things can get back to normal
once my mom wins.
[tires screech]
What?
Huh?
Well, fellow Doozers, I just want
to make sure you're ready for the contest.
-[Doozer] Yeah. We're ready!
-[others agreeing]
That's good.
As you know, our opponents are a good crew
led by bulldoozer Modem.
[Doozers jeering]
Well, just remember,
it doesn't matter who wins.
As long as it's us.
7 Who will win the contest there?
I We will win the contest there
7 Who's the best team in the land?
7 Don't you know? It's Flange's band 0
-♪ Sound off §
-I One, two?
-0 Sound off §
-0 Three, four?
♪ One, two, three, four, one, two ♪
♪ Three, four ♪
7 Who will win the contest there?
-0 We will win the contest there
-I wonder if I overdid it.
7 Who's the best team in the land?
[gasps] Cotterpin, what happened?
Um, I think it's time
I go study my blueprints.
No, Cotterpin. Your daughter was... was...
Was what?
Ah, gee, Daddy,
I just got into a little fight.
[gasps] A fight? But Doozers never fight.
Look at yourself. You're a mess.
Yeah, you should see Wrench. [giggles]
She was fighting
with one of her friends from school.
Oh, Wingnut, where have we failed?
-Flange, don't you see? It's the contest.
What?
It's affecting our whole community,
even the children.
Well, then...
Then we must cancel the contest.
[gasps]
-Oh, Flange.
Cancel the contest?
After what I've been through?
Especially after what you went through.
[ll go over and tell Modem right now.
Oh!
[Flange] Modem will be as glad as I am
fo get back to what we Doozers do best,
building.
We'll call off the contest.
No winners, no losers,
just Doozers once again. [chuckles]
Wait a minute.
What if she doesn't want
to call off the contest?
I'l look like I thought
1 was going to lose.
But that's not fair. I challenged her.
So I should be able to withdraw
the challenge. I will look foolish.
She'll probably just laugh at me.
If that happened, I won't be able to get
any Doozers to work with me again.
Modem will think I'm a fool.
Oh, Modem. Modem, get out here!
Yes. Who is it? [shrieks]
Who are you calling a fool? [grunts]
Good luck, Flange.
This is silly.
-[Flange] Seventeen.
Modem] Eighteen.
-[Flange] Nineteen.
Modem] Twenty.
[Flange grunts]
I suppose you two think
you're the first Doozers
-to ever compete.
Well, aren't we?
Well, hardly. Generations of Doozers
have known competition before you.
We never seem to leam. More's the pity.
[sighs] Let the outcome of this contest
end this conflict forever.
And let the winner win and the loser lose
and only the building remain.
-Hey, come on.
-Let's get on with it.
Oh, allright, all right. All right.
Uh, tomato team, mustard team, stand by.
[clears throaf]
As no Doozer watching knows who will win,
get on with the building.
Let the games begin.
Ooh, what did you bring
for our picnic, Boober?
Well, we have a terrine of lima bean soup.
Lima bean soup?
Well, I'love lima bean soup.
And I brought
some of my famous radish pate.
Wow! With those
great tomato and mustard Doozer towers,
-this will be a real feast.
Uh-huh.
Hey, it looks like
my Uncle Traveling Matt had a real feast
-in Quter Space.
-Ooh! Read it, Gobo. Read it.
-Yeah, I was afraid of that.
-[Gobo clears throat]
"Dear Nephew Gobo..."
[Matt] Outer Space has never ceased
to amaze me.
And today, I was astounded.
What?
Oh!
It was the ultimate Doozer construction.
It looked absolutely delicious.
But it tasted terrible.
Perhaps this thing will be tastier
at the top.
[grunting]
-Just when I thought I would fail--
[elevator bell dings]
I noticed some silly creatures
entering a small cave at the base.
So I followed them.
1 found myself flying upwards
at an astonishing rate.
These creatures may be silly,
but they sure know the fastest way
fo a good meal.
1 reached the summit, tasted if,
and then I claimed it
in the name of Fragglekind.
[grunts]
"Love, your heroic Uncle Matt."
Wow.
-Too had. It looks delicious.
Well, looks aren't everything.
Speaking of delicious,
let's go find those Doozer towers
-we ate yesterday.
[all] Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, has anybody seen my yo-yo?
Wait, wait.
-Oh, I'm done.
-And I'm done. Which tower is better?
-But I can't judge.
[all sighing]
If a Doozer builds
for the joy of building, that is good.
If not, then that is bad.
-But who won?
“Who can say?
[exclaims] Wow!
Oh, boy, can I have a piece?
Why not let the Fraggles decide?
Yes, the tower that the Fraggles like
must be the best.
You would let a Fraggle decide?
Yes, yeah.
-Yeah, sure.
[retching]
These... These Doozer sticks are awful.
They're mushy like... like tomatoes.
These are even worse.
They're nothing but mustard.
Oh, I don't believe it.
Our picnic is ruined.
Not quite. I still have my radish pate.
-[Doozers murmuring]
But they loved my mustard yesterday.
The tomatoes were a hit.
Since the Fraggles liked neither one,
I must declare that--
Yes?
-There is no winner.
[all grumbling]
The contest is a draw.
So, let's get back to building
for the joy of building, shall we?
Wait, wait. We will modify the recipe.
-Yes, Il add some garlic.
-The contest isn't over yet.
Until the Fraggles
eat one of the towers. Hmph!
Oh, dear.
I thought I had them for a moment.
Oh, no. Are we Doozers doomed
to compete forever?
[chuckles] Well, here we go again.
Il never understand grown-ups.
[growling]
Oh, you're in training, Sprocket.
Oh, that's a mean left hook
you've got there.
Well, I guess you need to practice.
Well, here. Here's a steady target.
Oh, that's it. Left jab.
Right. Right uppercut.
Oh, you're looking mean, Sprockie.
Oh, the footwork.
Don't forget the footwork.
It's all in the footwork.
That's it, Sprockie.
[panting]
[laughing] Sprockie.
What... What is this really about?
-[whimpering]
-A bone. A simple bone.
Just because Ned Shimmelfinney
gave that new dog a bone,
just because a new dog moved
into your territory,
just because a handsome new dog
happened to--
[growls]
Oh! [panting]
Welder Crosscut.
-Standing by.
-Status report.
Towers three and four complete.
Tower five, girders in place, sir.
Hey, we're gonna win this one, huh?
[laughs]
We've built a tower for every tower
that Modem built.
All we've done is run out of space.
The Fraggles aren't eating a thing.
And you two bolt brains
haven't figured out why?
Halt operations.
I repeat, halt operations.
[sighs] It's about time.
“We're running out of building materials.
Not to mention space.
-So, end the contest.
‘We have to find a winner.
Why do you need a winner?
After all this, I want to know who won.
[sighs] Oh!
-But how do we decide?
We have to find a Fraggle who will decide
whose tower tastes better.
But not just any Fraggle.
One that's decisive.
Who can make a choice.
We need the wisest Fraggle alive.
[humming]
Ooh, hello.
Did I leave my yo-yo here or not?
He'll do.
-This will decide things.
Once and for all.
It's against my better judgment,
but these bulldoozers want you,
the wisest Fraggle in the world,
to choose the tower that tastes better.
Yeah. But both kinds of towers
tasted awful before.
And that stuff about me being
the wisest Fraggle in the world?
I mean, that's nice but
♪ There's a time, there's a season
When the world starts again
I And for no other reason
Than the dream in our brain I
! Sing a tune for the tower
Sing a song for the stair
! Sing-a-ling for the power
Tracing shapes in the air}
Huh.
-Go! Go!
I We will build on the bridges
We will build on the heights ♪
I We will build through the daytime
And the long, lonely nights ♪
♪ For the world has a reason
And the world has a thyme ♪
I When we all work together
Building shapes out of time
[whistle blowing]
[blowing raspberry]
♪ Take your lead from the leader
Take a tip from the top
I Work and build till you stagger
Work and build till you drop ♪
I Or your basements will founder
And your buildings will fade ♪
I If you don't dream together
As foundations are laid
[whistle blowing]
1 So go high with your willing
And go high with the gleam?
I And be sure that your building's
Making real out of dream ♪
I For we don't know the starting
And we don't know the end
I But we know that our building
Makes the whole world a friend }
Which will it be, the red or the yellow?
Time to choose.
Well, I... 1... Oh, I don't know.
Hey, wait a minute. They taste great
when you taste them both together. Mmm.
-Together?
-[Flange sighs]
I We will all work together
We will all work as one ♪
I And today is forever
And a dream world is won ♪
I For the space that we're building
Is a grace in our fives
I And the shape we are given
We will build till we die 2
♪ Workin", workin', workin', workin'
Workin', workin, workin'
I Workin', workin', workin... }
Flange and Modem are even.
Neither of us won.
Complete waste of time.
Wembley] Well, no, it wasn't.
This is the best-tasting
Doozer sticks ever,
but when you eat
the two kinds together, that is.
That means my mustard powder needs
your tomato extract.
From now on, we'll put both tastes
into the same stick.
[Wembley laughs]
Working together
is what Doozers are all about.
[Wembley] Hmm.
[all cheering]
Oh, well. Yay!
Our world is saved
because of this decisive Fraggle.
[all cheering]
Well, uh, yes and no.
Oh, you're back.
Well, you look none the worse
for wear and tear.
[barks]
How was your fight?
You didn't fight?
Well, there's nothing wrong in that,
Sprockie.
You know,
you can carry competitiveness too far.
Oh, but, those ants,
they dare not compete,
but they still have to give
their best effort in order to survive.
[laughs] The new dog...
And he gave you... He gave you the bone.
Oh, you've made friends, Sprocket.
You won.
-You won more than you know.
[Sprocket yelps]
[laughing]
[music playing]
[scatting]
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Dance your cares away ♪
I Worry's for another day
I Let the music play }
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪
I Down in Fraggle Rock ♪