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 sheet metal 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 dealt 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 shoe 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!
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.