You wonder what I'm doing, don't you, Sprocket?
You've seen that inventor's gleam in my eye before.
This time I'm onto something that will make life fuller and richer for the whole neighborhood.
Here, hang onto that for a minute, Sprocket.
I'm sorry, Sprocket.
We're gonna improve on nature.
That's what we're gonna do.
Great ideas always seem so simple.
It's a well-known fact that plants grow bigger and better
if they're listening to music.
Now, what do you think this is?
It's a quadraphonic growth inducer.
Hand me some music for radishes and roses.
With the help of this rig I'm going to be broadcasting
wall-to-wall music for all the vegetables in our garden.
Yes, indeed.
Come on, Sprocket, make up your mind.
This is gonna be like the garden of Eden.
Radishes the size of pumpkins.
That is beautiful.
It's Gobo Fraggle, world champion pickle balancer
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No, wait folks.
It's Red Fraggle doing her talented double pickle balance.
For his first time Wembley Fraggle
I'm just no good at this game.
Practice makes perfect, Wembley. You keep trying.
If you want my advice, Wembley, you'll wear one of these germ-proof masks.
You don't know where that pickle has been.
Hey, guys. come on. They're calling for the world's oldest Fraggle.
That means there's an official games.
Hey, guys!
I almost did it.
-I saw, Wembley. -You did?
Now come on, it's the world's oldest Fraggle.
All Fraggles stand by for a momentous announcement.
Here he is. The one, the only,
the world's oldest Fraggle!
I'm hungry.
Let's stop for a bite.
OK, stop right here.
Stop, I said.
Hold it!
Is everybody happy?
I call on yesters here for a very special reason.
I've got a feeling in my bones that today is gonna be
"ruler of the rock" day.
Allow me to refresh your memories about the ground rules.
First you must accompany me on a perilous journey
which will take us over the echo hole
and onward to the finger of light
which is gonna choose one of you
to be the ruler of the rock.
A supreme ruler for a limited time only
with 3 commands
which each of you's got to obey for the betterment of all.
Don't stop me now, I'm on a roll.
Only 5 Fraggles may play this dangerous yet exhilarating game.
Who's it gonna be?
Are any of you going to apply ruler of the rock?
And hear my own voice in the echo hole?
Do you know what that can do to your brain?
Are you afraid of the echo hole, Wembley?
Me? I wouldn't touch the echo hole with a 10-foot Doozer stick.
You bet you wouldn't.
The echo hole is about 10,000 feet deep.
Do I have any takers?
Hey, Mr. world's oldest Fraggle, I can assure you that we're on the same wavelength.
I have some ideas for the betterment of all.
It sure looks like Marlon wants to go.
You know Marlon. He's been trying to start that cult for years.
And nobody wants to join.
I figure I'm going.
It might as well be me as Marlon who gets to be ruler of the rock.
How about you, Red?
You expect me to take orders from this guy?
He can't even balance 2 pickles on his nose.
Don't look at me.
Even if I wanted I wouldn't know what to do for the betterment of all.
Don't worry, Wembley. I will bring back a full report.
-You're going? -I must.
I don't have any interest in being ruler
but it would make such a wonderful chapter for my Fraggle book of games.
No more takers?
We'll go afar.
Rookies!
-Where are we going? -The echo hole.
-How far is it? -Long way to go.
-What's gonna happen? -Finger of light.
-When it hits the ruler -That will be assigned
You know, this is such a fascinating game.
I'd play too if I weren't official observer.
It's well worth playing alright.
Especially if you have ideas for the betterment of all.
Would you care to elaborate, Mr. Gobo?
For example we could build a monument to my uncle, Traveling Matt.
Mockey, I have a couple of concepts too.
Behavioral modification, that type of thing.
Be— Would you spell that for me?
No, I couldn't.
It's much too secret.
Sensational.
Kind of give you goosebumps, huh?
By the way, Red, have you got anything for the betterment of all?
Oh, sure.
For starters I'll have everyone wear their hair like me.
Fascinating.
It's the door to outer space. I'll catch up with you later.
Will you stop it?
Don't overdo the hype.
And now fellow Fraggles, the moment of truth.
Take a look.
Does the soul of the wind in that abyss frighten you, young lady?
Oh, sure, I'm scared to death.
I mean... Nice echo, isn't it?
Nothing like it in all of Fraggle Rock.
And nothing will hold you safe from oblivion
except that flimsy bridge.
And on the opposite shore
the finger of light.
Is everybody ready?
There's nothing to be afraid of as long as we're quiet.
It's time to go but
I think we'd better hold hands across the bridge.
There's nothing to fear.
There isn't any danger. Holding hands seems to help.
Don't look down.
All downhill from here.
That was exhilarating. Too bad the rest of you were scared.
Isn't this a scenic cave?
I'm tired of waiting.
Choose your places carefully, young Fraggles.
The finger of light is about to make one of you
the ruler of the rock.
I'll just stand over here out of the way.
Good luck and break it down.
Oh, that power! I crave it. I deserve it.
No, please.
There it is! The ruler of the rock!
Congratulations.
But I wasn't playing the game.
And you played it beautifully.
Your reign is to last as long as the sand in this hourglass.
Do you read me?
-Reign? -Yes.
Remember you only have 3 commands for the betterment of all.
Let's talk about the monument for my uncle.
Will you everybody please be quiet!
You heard it, ladies and gentlemen.
1 command down, 2 commands to go.
Well, I didn't mean that as a command.
But it worked.
Alright, everybody, let's load 'em up and move 'em out!
I didn't want to be ruler of the rock anyway.
Who are you trying to kid, Red?
What a rotten day this is turning into.
Every time you think you know the way that things are gonna go
someone comes along and makes it yucky
Try and have a little fun they come along and say you're dumb
Then they wonder why you're feeling yucky
Tell me stories Tell me tales
Tell me why it never fails
Tell me why it always turns to yucky
Let's catch up with Mockey.
I wanna see what she does with her last 2 commands.
Madam ruler,
are your ready to proceed with your final 2 commands?
But I don't know what to tell them.
Time grows short.
I guess it's now or never.
Quiet!
Thank you, Marlon.
Madam ruler,
do you remember me, your highness?
That's a silly question.
Why wouldn't I remember you, Boober?
I thought with... you're being supreme commander and all
But that's just a game.
That's the game of power. That's what I came to see you about.
I thought that everybody in the rock here
could wear one of these germ-proof masks and...
What's wrong?
You're standing on my tail, Boober.
Could you move, please?
That's it, young ones. You heard it first right here.
Command number 2 is number 2.
Get away from me.
2 down and 1 to go.
And the sands of time runneth out!
I thought this was supposed to be fun.
Ruling is rarely fun, young lady.
Wake up and smell the coffee.
-Fiddlestick! -Don't swear.
Hello.
Honolulu honeymoon.
Same to you.
Oh, Mr. Shimmelfinney.
A petition. Isn't that lovely?
Sprocket, believe it or not there are actually certain individuals
in this neighborhood who don't think
I should play any kind of music.
They don't understand.
I'm not playing this music for Shimmelfinney,
I'm playing it for my plants!
Our plants!
He's got a garden, for heaven's sake.
How can people be so selfish?
Let's put this one on for the cabbages and petunias.
It's saxophone music. They love saxophone music.
That's the world's greatest saxophone.
Any sign of Mockey yet?
No. She must have gone to exile.
I guess she's really upset about blowing those first 2 commands.
Does anyone want to hear this postcard before I pin it on the wall?
-Sure. Great idea. -Why not?
Ok.
Dear nephew Gobo,
today I made contact with a tribe of mysterious beings
I call the string creatures.
Hello, string creature.
It's curious but right away I was drawn to them.
It was almost as if I saw a family resemblance.
It is still not entirely clear to me
why these creatures used to spend their lives attached
to each other with strings.
There surely must be some mutual benefit.
Their leader was such a charismatic person
that I inadvertently fell under his spell.
This lifestyle may prove to be a little strange.
Somehow I don't feel quite in control anymore.
I'll probably go off on my own again
as soon as I find a pair of scissors.
Love, uncle Traveling Matt.
That uncle Matt knows no fear.
Snore pie with yawn sauce.
And so I have taken up the yoke of all this
and wound up with egg on my face.
Only one command left
and so far I have done nothing for the betterment of all.
What am I gonna do?
I better go see the Trash Heap.
Oh, they've made you the Queen then. Isn't that nice?
It would be. Except...
I want to be a good ruler and I only have one command left
that I'm supposed to use for the betterment of all.
To rule well all you have to do is listen to that little voice inside.
What does that little voice say in Marjorie?
Who you've got in there, anyway?
In this case, for the betterment of all
I would recommend that my little friends here
get 8-hour sleep.
Forget sleep. Exercise.
Exercise?
What are you talking about? Who needs exercise?
Eat well.
Marjorie, that's betterment. The basic food group.
Like cherry cheesecake.
Give me some of that double dip chocolate fudge.
Are you nuts?
If you're talking quality food, you take a big bowl of spaghetti and splatter it with...
Too much starch!
Starch is a spice of life.
Spicy food gives me gas.
I'm glad you aren't in charge for the menu around here.
And who do you think is bringing home the coffee grounds?
Junior Gorg, maybe?
Thanks for your help.
Anyway somebody's got to be in charge. Otherwise what have you got?
-Anarchy. -Chaos.
-I'm ready for that. -Me too.
Maybe there is no one command for the betterment of all.
Every place I go No one seems to know
Everything is always the same
Still I need to trust In the best of us
Can't we change the rules of the game?
Here she is, everyone.
Mockey, don't forget about the pigtails.
Listen up,
the ruler of the rock is about to issue her last command.
Fellow Fraggles,
All of those things could happen. Or none of them.
You see, I've been thinking.
Every place I go No one seems to know
Everything is always the same
Still I need to trust In the best of us
Can't we change the rules of the game?
It's time for everyone
Time to live as one
Watching here and there No one seems to care
We could tear the whole thing apart
Can't we pay the price? Make a sacrifice?
Know we're different right from the start?
It's time for everyone Time to live as one
Needle fights the thread baker works the bread
Wind and wave make war on the sea
Nature knows the way Shows it everyday
To join us though we still disagree
It's time for everyone Time to live as one
It's time for everyone
Time to live as one
Please, excuse me, madam ruler, but
how about that final command you promised us?
I thought you'd never ask.
The way I see it is
there is no one command that would make life better for all.
That's very interesting but please tell us what to do.
You already know what's best for each other.
Don't you have a little voice inside you?
A command already! Give us a command!
I explained. You don't need a command.
You are right, of course.
The Fraggles don't need a command but they want one.
It's for the game.
There's still time.
The game?
The game! Of course!
Well, in that case...
I hereby command
Wembley Fraggle to entertain us by balancing a pickle on his nose.
What a terrific command!
And I can do it too, I know.
I gotta hand it to the little lady.
She sure knows how to wield power.
When a man is wrong he should promptly admit it.
That's my model, Sprocket.
Never again will I try and force my wishes
on someone like Shimmelfinney.
Right, Sprocket.
And as for the plants, they could take care of themselves.
Who needs giant plants, anyway?
One thing is for sure, Sprocket.
You can't improve on nature.