Hey, Sprocky! Had a good run?
Have you been chasing Mr. Shimmelfinney's cat chuffing around the block again?
3 times?
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
You good old dog.
Wait, don't lie down.
Look, I've finished it!
We now have a very own computer.
It's a wonderful system, Sprocket.
64 kBytes in RAM
and 6 peripheral slots on the motherboard.
And we have a backup system.
Just in case.
And look at the software I have.
Sort and file,
Inventory wizard,
Statistics,
Boolean algebra,
Zombie attack.
Chase the alien enemy zombies throughout the space
hurling flaming marshmallows.
I must say, Sprocket, it sounds quite a challenge.
Why does this always happen to me?
Every time I have something planned he pulls his silly stuff.
And he doesn't even check with me first. Well, I'm not gonna take it anymore.
What is this I heard about a picnic today?
That's right, we're all going down to yellow cavern.
Mockey made a lot of sandwiches and I'm packing them.
Gobo decided.
My uncle Matt left some really interesting maps of that area.
So I thought we could turn it into a picnic.
But I have a swim-race today.
Too bad. We'll miss you.
But I love the yellow cavern.
Postpone your race.
Why couldn't you postpone the picnic?
It's all decided.
Be serious, Gobo.
How come you get to decide all the time?
Oh, Red, you know Gobo acts as our leader,
that's just the way it is.
Gobo, just why is that?
Oh, I don't know. Just kind of happened.
I mean, I suppose anyone of us could be leader.
Oh, good, I'll take the job.
And use my first decision as leader.
The picnic is tomorrow.
Hey, Red, let's be reasonable about this.
The picnic is today.
Tomorrow.
Come back here!
Sounds like an argument.
Argument nothing, it's an attempted coup!
Just a minute now.
Come on, I'm trying to tell you something.
Leadership does take some special qualities.
What does that suppose to mean?
Well, a leader has to be strong and brave
I'm strong and brave.
-And dedicated. -I'm dedicated.
And calm and tactful.
Who says I'm not calm and tactful?
Bolder brain!
Who's a bolder brain?
Hold it!
You two shouldn't be fighting about who's going to be leader.
Good grief! The very fabric of society is breaking down.
It's only logical for me to be leader.
Because my uncle Traveling Matt taught me about so many things.
So many fairy tales. That's what he's taught you.
That's untrue.
For instance, he taught me that you have to think fast
and take decisive action at times of crisis.
And how did he do that?
How about the time he met the mouth-burners?
That was a story.
Yes, it's true.
These creatures use strange looking tubes to light fires inside their mouths.
This must be an unpleasant and dangerous practice.
But still these bizarre creatures keep relighting their fires.
It is obviously very unhealthy.
Finally I saw one of them light a fire that got out of control.
I expected to be thanked profusely but to tell you the truth,
mouth-burners are an ungrateful lot!
Quick and decisive action, that's my uncle Matt.
What a Fraggle, eh?
-It's a fairy tale. -It is not!
Will you two stop arguing?
Good heavens, it would take the Trash Heap to sort up this mess.
Good idea. We'll let her decide.
I'll decide if we let her decide.
I already decided that.
No, you didn't.
We're sorry, fellows.
We'll be back later to eat up the mess.
OK, the coast is clear.
Come on, Red. Come on, Boober.
You two go on ahead. I'll just wait here.
No, you don't.
Boober, we have to sneak through the Gorgs' garden.
You do too.
But I'm not good at sneaking. I feel this cowardice and paranoia.
So far, so good. Not a Gorg in sight.
Your idea to go to the Trash Heap was an excellent one.
As a matter of fact, it was.
Thank you.
She'll know that I'm the one who should be leader.
What!
You the leader?
You couldn't lead your way out of a doozer construction.
Quiet!
You couldn't lead water down a waterfall!
Very funny. You've got vision like a tunnel bug!
You've got mashed radishes for brain.
A Gorg!
Why didn't you warn us?
I'll give those to Junior. He likes to play with Fraggles.
We are doomed.
Now what do we do, boss?
Darn, it was that last flaming marshmallow that got me.
Still I've got 4300 points, that's not bad for a first effort.
You want to try, Sprocket?
But don't expect too much for the first game, of course.
You'll get better with practice.
That's a good start.
900
2,000
8,000 points?
What a lot of nonsense.
107,000 points.
You are challenging me to a match here.
It's all a waste of time.
You think I can't beat you, don't you?
You'll be sorry for this. I'll mop the floor with you!
Behold.
Here comes my beautiful wife and my beautiful son.
That Gorg said he was gonna give us to his son.
And here comes his son.
Why do you think his son likes Fraggles?
Gobo, we don't taste good, do we?
Don't be silly, Boober.
Still, I wonder what he wants with Fraggles.
Probably bake potatoes and mushroom gravy.
The young lad rubbed the lamp
And suddenly a huge voice was heard saying
"I am the genie of the lamp".
What are you going on and on about, wife of my own?
I'm telling Junior one of the great Gorgic myths.
It's a super dooper one, daddy.
This young, handsome, brave, godlike Gorg...
-Like you. -Like me.
He finds this old lamp, see, and when he rubs it a genie comes out.
and he grants him whatever he wished!
What a nonsense!
Stuffin' his head with marshmallows, I say.
Junior, pick me some pumpkins and parsnips, I'm hungry.
Come, my Queen.
The duties of the monarchy await.
There was something I meant to tell you.
He's remembered us. I'm too young to be fricassee.
He's forgotten us.
Never mind, I'll remember sooner or later.
And pick those vegetables, boy.
Pumpkins and parsnips.
Hoeing and watering...
Planting and harvesting...
It's tough work being a prince!
And to top it off I think I'm coming down with a cold.
OK, we lift the basket and then we make a run for it.
Gotta hand it to you, Gobo, That's a simple and direct plan.
-Thank you. -But I've got a better one.
You get up in the morning,
Try and have some fun,
And then your stupid Daddy tells you that you're,
Dum de dum de dum de dum.
You try and eat your breakfast
Blowing bubble gum
And then your stupid Mommy tells you that you're
Dum de dum de dum de dum
You want to catch a Fraggle
Catch it for your mom,
And then your Daddy gives you a job that's really
Dum de dum de dum de dum Dum de dum de dum de dum
Oh, boy. This pumpkin knife is really dull!
Oh, brudder.
Gee, I wish I was that handsome young Gorg
that the magic genie appeared to.
Then the genie would say to me,
"Oh handsome Gorg,
you have proved yourself ready in every way.
You may have anything, anything in the Universe".
And then I would gaze up at the genie in amazement and I would say,
Why, thank you, Mr. Genie. I'll have a new pumpkin knife.
I wish I had a genie I wish I had a chum
I wish I had a song to sing that wasn't only
Dum de dum de dum de dum
Dum
Dum cold.
I'm going to take a rest.
Your plan better work, Gobo.
On the count of 3 we all lift.
One, two...
I think it's maybe time to reconsider Red's plan.
I feel so good.
This sun is so warm.
Junior Gorg,
can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
My bottom is talking to me.
I am the magic genie of the bush old basket.
Magic genie!
Are you in there?
I am here, under the basket.
I'm gonna look.
You must never, never look under the basket.
Not even a peek?
He who lifts this basket will have his ears fall off.
His ears fall off? I promise I won't lift the basket.
Good.
Do I get my wishes now?
Wishes?
Magic genies give wishes. Where are mine?
What do you say to that, old leader of ours?
What are your wishes?
My wishes! I get my wishes!
Let me see.
A new pumpkin knife.
What else?
A pony would be nice.
Peace in the Universe,
Travelling gum drops for my daddy...
Who are you talking to, son?
Hi, daddy. You know...
Oh, nothing.
You did say my brain is still full of marchmallows.
Are you feeling all right, boy?
I'm fine.
What can I do for you, daddy?
Well, I just remembered the big surprise I had for you.
Oh, that's nice.
Yeah, it's hidden right under that bush old basket.
Then you know what's under that bush old basket?
Of course.
I'll lift it up and you can see for yourself.
Don't lift that basket.
But it'll be a big surprise.
It won't be a surprise.
I know what will happen. Your ears will fall off.
I beg your pardon?
Honest, they will, I know.
I, your father, the king of the Universe,
am about to lift that basket.
-Stand aside. -No.
-Get off that basket. -Never!
To keep my daddy's ears from falling off I will sit on this basket for ever.
You are a sick boy, son. This is serious.
I'm gonna get your mother.
I will never, ever, get off this basket.
Whopping piece of leadership.
There you go, Sprocket.
700,400 points.
Pretty unbeatable I should think.
Don't wanna take a crack at it, eh?
As you please, Sprocket, but you can't beat me on this.
Hello? Hello, Ned.
Shimmelfinney.
Right now Sprocket has challenged me
to a little game of skill.
Zombie Attack. You know the game?
I'm surprised.
You got 800,700 points on it?
I don't believe you, Shimmelfinney.
Yes, of course. I accept the challenge.
Any more ideas, boss?
I'm not getting off this basket till I die.
How long do you suppose Gorgs live?
Can I be the genie for a while?
Be my guest.
Junior Gorg.
I'm back.
Is that you, magic genie?
It is.
Your voice is changed.
You sound unwell, young Gorg.
It's just a cold.
It sounds like gorglyosis.
What? Gorglyosis? What's Gorgly...?
A dreaded disease. But never fear. Gorglyosis does not last long.
You will sneeze only once more.
Then I'll be cured?
Then you'll be dead.
What!
I don't wanna sneeze.
I don't wanna die! I have other plans!
Oh, no.
This is very interesting.
Being dead feels just like being alive.
He believed it. Now, that's leadership.
Well, hot shot leader,
we're gonna have to climb over him to get home.
Here comes the other one.
He comes papa. He'll probably be upset.
Junior, why are you lying there?
Wait. A moment ago you were sick and now you're lying.
Oh, no! Bad news!
Now there's no one to protect him from falling ears.
This way.
So far so good.
Terrific. Why don't we do about the Gorg?
I'd love to thump 'em but of course I can't.
You can't move when you're dead.
We've got to get him moved.
Come quick! It's terrible!
We've got to get him moved fast.
I know.
That's the best laugh I've had since I was dead.
This is getting us nowhere.
I think you two are showing no respect.
Boober, he only thinks he's dead.
I know but I have great sympathy. The grim reaper comes to us all.
When my time to go is here,
Call my friends to gather near
Tell the doctor and the preacher that I'm failing
Boober, where did you learn a funeral dirge?
I composed it in honor of my own departure.
Hey, pick up the tempo, will ya?
I like a funeral dirge you can dance to.
-A funeral dirge? -You can dance to?
I think we're homeward bound.
All we have to do is..
Pick up the tempo!
But forget about your black
Cause I'm planning to come back
Play some honky-tonkin' grief and Dixie wailing
Pick me up and lay me down
And spread the news all over town
And tell 'em all to come or they'll be sorry
Slow down.
Pick me up and shake me twice
I'm coming back from paradise
This poor boy is here to live in glory
This should be somber and dignified.
When it's time to say good-bye
All my friends will sit and cry
And they'll watch the coffin rockin' round and squirmin'
Then they'll raise a mighty shout When my bones come marching out
And I praise myself and preach the final sermon
Wait a minute.
You're losing the sad, maudlin quality.
Pick me up and lay me down And spread the news all over town
And tell them all to come or they'll be sorry
Pick me up and shake me twice I'm coming back from paradise
Can it really be that our dear boy has shuffled off this Gorgon coil?
I greatly fear so!
When the Earth begins to quake From the shaking at my wake
I'll be here and making music like a light wine
'Till the honky-tonkin' grief Gives the Angels sweet relief
'Cause they know that Dixie wail is still surviving
Pick me up and lay me down And spread the news all over town
And tell them all to come or they'll be sorry
Junior, you're alive!
It's a miracle!
This poor boy is here to live in glory
Pick me up and lay me down And spread the news all over town
And tell them all to come or they'll be sorry
Pick me up and shake me twice I'm coming back from paradise
This poor boy is here to live in glory
Nice going, boss.
Now now now!
This poor boy is here to live in glory
And never darken my door again!
How dare he come over here and win 1,600,000 points
on our Zombie Attack game?
You're right, Sprocket.
Let's stop trying to beat each other on these dumb computer games.
Let's try something interesting instead.
Let's work on some boolean algebra problem.
Or fix up a budget.
Or an inventory.
Or play Galaxy pilots.
You and your co-pilot could try to outrun the Venusian warthogs.
We can play this together, Sprocket!