Fraggle Rock (1983–1987): Season 2, Episode 18 - The Day the Music Died - full transcript

[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.

Dawn. And the birds are singing.

Isn't that the most beautiful
thing in the world, Sprocket?

[snorts]

The light. The music.

[yawns]



I wonder what the birds think about
when they're singing, Sprocket.

I wonder if they think
they are making the sun rise. [chuckles]

Well, we'd have to be
able to really communicate

with the birds to know that.

I wonder how you'd go about
communicating with another species.

Like you and me, for instance.

Could I find a way
for you and me to communicate?

Now, where would I start?

How could I, a human being,
communicate with you, a dog?

[sighs]

But suppose we miss it, Gobo?

[yawns] Don't worry, Wembley.

‘We'll make it.
-Yeah.

Hey, look how deserted these caves are.

You know, we haven't
seen a Fraggle in days.

Do you think everyone's at the Great Hall?

Of course, waiting for the Storyteller

to announce who's going
to write the Glory Song.

-Yeah.
-I can't wait.

Me neither.

-Hey, ooh...
Hey, did you see that?

Yeah, yeah. [stuttering] The light just...

[indistinct voices]

Did... did you hear something?

I felt something.

No, no. I mean a sound.

Like a voice, or voices.

Huh.

Nah.
Nah.

Come on, let's go find out
who's going to write the Glory Song.

-Yeah.
Hey, Wembley?

What if it were you?
“You?

-Or me?
-Me? Hoo-hoo!

[Gobo yawning]

[yawning]
-I don't know why I'm so tired.

I always get this way when it gets dark.

Yeah, I guess so.

Hey, come on, let's get going.
We don't wanna miss anything.

Yeah, yeah.

[indistinct voices]

Fellow Fraggles,
the future awaits our song.

I, your Storyteller,
have brought to you the Gourd of Guidance.

[Storyteller] Yes, yes.

And I am now ready to draw
the name of the Fraggle

who will write our Glory Song.

[all exclaiming]

To write the song that
will sing of our generation,

our entire cycle of the cave.

[all exclaiming]

Now, get on with it, will you?

I'm already the World's Oldest Fraggle

without waiting another cycle
for your announcement.

[Storyteller] And the winner is...

[Fraggle] Oh, brother!

And it's going to be...

[Fraggles clamoring]

The lucky Fraggle is...

Gobo Fraggle!

[Fraggles cheering]

[Storyteller] The Gourd of Guidance
has brought your name to the top.

Wow!
-It's never been wrong yet.

-Yeah, but
-[Red] Gobo!

[all chanting] Gobo! Gobo! Gobo! Gobo!

Really, really, Madame Storyteller,

I'm much more
of an explorer than a writer.

We can all help Gobo!

[Fraggles cheering]

[Storyteller] Well, as long as
you don't help him write the song.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
We wouldn't do that, would we?

No, no.
No, no, no.

This is a task
he must undertake by himself.

Yeah, but we'll all help him
in any other way we can, right?

[all] Yeah! Yeah!

We'll take
the Solemn Fraggle Oath on that.

[all] Yeah!

Weeba weeba, waffa waffa,
garpox gumbage, whoopee!

[indistinct voices]

[strumming guitar]

[sighs]

Boy, being chosen to write the Glory Song
is the most important thing

that's ever happened to me.

[sighs] And it's gotta be
the most important song I've ever--

[Fraggles] ♪ Flitzy witzy Ditzy §

I Your brain's so ftsy bitsy I

I Your toes so small, no nose at all

I You're smaller than a Ditzy

Hmm. Tsk.

It sure is hard to concentrate
with all that squawking and shouting.

Hmm.

['l have to attack this songwriting
more systematically.

I'l start with the lyric.
Let's see, um...

Ask me what's a Fraggle,
oh, what's a Fraggle for?

I Hup, two, three, four }

7 Set your shoulder?

I Move that boulder ♪

I Hup, two, three, four...?

What's a Fraggle for?

Two, three, four, hup, two...

No. No. No.

I Give me one, and give me two ♪

I Cover me with muck and goo ©

I Give me three, and give me four?

I Down my sock and... }

-Come on.
Uh-oh.

What?

-Uh, Gobo?
What's wrong?

[stutters] Did we do something wrong?

Well, how can I
possibly write the Glory Song with...

with all this singing going on?

But, gee, Gobo, we're sorry.

Yeah, we didn't realize.

Well, you all promised
to help me, didn't you?

[all] Yeah.
-So how about a little quiet?

-Oh.
-Oh.

Gobo, you are absolutely right.

Come on, you guys, let's go.

[all shouting] Gobo says stop singing!

-Gobo says stop singing!
-Everybody stop singing!

-Stop singing!
-Shh! Quiet!

-Stop singing!
-Stop singing!

Uh, I didn't mean to stop singing.
I meant...

[sighs]

[gasps] I've got it!

Ask me what's a Fraggle?
What's a Fraggle, please?

And I will show you something

with hair upon its knees.

[groans] No. No. No.

The Glory Song's got to be great.

My responsibility
is to make our cycle of the cave

come fo life for future generations.

[indistinct voices]

I Flitzy witzy Ditzy 3

I You're smaller than a Ditzy... }

[Red] Gobo says stop singing!

[all] Gobo says stop singing! Stop!

[all three] Stop singing?

[groaning]

Oh, come on, you three. We promised.

Besides, you don't have to sing
to be a Fraggle.

No!

I suppose we could speak it.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

[all three] Flitzy, witzy, Ditzy,

your brain's so itsy bitsy,

your toes so small...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!

-It lacks a certain sparkle, somehow.
-Sparkle.

Yes, well, I suppose itis difficult

when you can't just let your essence
manifest at will.

-Hmm.
How true. How true.

True, true.
-Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Fraggle is as Fraggle does.

Afragile Fraggle thing.

A fleeting flight of flickering fluff.

Flah, flah, flah, flah, floo, flee.

No...
No, Gobo, that's great!

Is that the Glory Song? ‘Cause I love it.

[gasps]

Nah.
No. No.

I've been working on it all day, Wembley,
but I just can't get it right.

[sighs]
Well, let me help.

Well, thanks, Wembley, but I...

[shudders]
laughs]

Wembley, what are you doing?

Well, I'm trying for
a different point of view

on your problems.

[panting]
-Hmm.

“Whoa! Ooh. Oh.
-Yeah.

You know, there's
something in that, Wembley.

-Yeah.
“Hmm.

Maybe a walk could loosen me up.

Whoa!

Well, hey, no problem.

I know a really loose way of walking.

[grunting]

Whoops!

Shh!

Boy, it sure is quiet around here
without anybody singing

or playing music.

Yeah, I never thought I'd say it,
but it's depressing, too.

Yeah.

Boy, it's amazing how
a song brightens a day.

I sure hope Gobo
finishes that Glory Song soon.

I know we promised,
but one little song couldn't hurt.

I've never gone this long without singing
in my whole life.

But, Red!

Gobo is engaged in a huge undertaking.

I mean, our definitive song.

I know. I know.

I really appreciate your
trying to help, Wembley, but--

Hey, how about if I show
you how I attack a problem?

Watch. [grunts]

[making karate sounds]

[siren wailing]

-Hey, did you do that?
-Uh-uh.

[Flange] Blackout in the Great Halll

Blackout in the Great Hall!

[Fraggles clamoring]

What happened to the light?

It's gone! The light is gone!

[siren wailing]

[imitating barking]

Well, I'm trying, Sprocket.
Give me a chance.

[imitating growling]

[Sprocket grunts]

What did I say? What did I say?

[grunting]

This isn't working at all.

[stutters] This is doing no good. Come on.

Listen. It's that noise again.

Listen!

[indistinct voices]

[voice] Help!

There itis.
That voice I heard in the dark cave.

I hear it, too.

[voice] We need your help.

Who did you say needed our help?

[voice] We are the Ditzies.
That is our name.

But I thought Ditzy
was just a nonsense word.

[Ditzies] We have been
trying to speak to you.

But we've never met you before.

We have never gathered to speak until now.

[stutters] Well, that makes sense.

[Ditzies] The glow of
our bodies lights your caves.

Now we are dying.

We do not know why.

We must save our strength.

Help us.

[voice fading] Help us.

The light... spoke to us.

It's like a vision.

[Cotterpin] Oh, it's a vision, yeah.

Well, come on.

We got to do something.

-Yeah.