What's the matter, Sprocket?
It's 4 o'clock, that's right.
Time for you to fetch the newspaper.
Poor old Sprocket. Every day the same old thing.
But no more.
No dog of mine should have to fetch the newspaper every day at 4 o'clock.
Look.
It's my new invention, Sprocket.
It's my all-new newspaper retriever.
It's my clockwork and electronic steam driven dog.
What was that?
Who cares, Wembley.
I have my lucky bottlecap so I fear nothing.
That star looks magic.
Just like the magic words on the other side.
No deposit, no return.
Where did you get that?
The Trash Heap gave it to me.
So I could do brave deeds and heroic acts.
Like what?
Name it, and I'll do it.
Could you go in front of everyone and do your part in Mockey's play?
Certainly.
Could you explore the unknown tunnels past the great barrens?
Absolutely.
Could you go into outer space?
No deposit, no return.
-Is that really you? -Of course. Here I go!
Wait a minute. No, Boober.
You have to have faith in these things.
But there are monsters out there.
I call him "the rocket", Sprocket. Do you know why?
Watch.
He'll fetch that paper for you, boy,
faster than you'd ever thought he'd fetched it.
3 seconds, Sprocket. That's a new record.
I think you'd last about 3 seconds out there, Boober.
You've got to have faith.
You don't believe in magic, do you?
I believe you'd be killed, Boober.
You'd be flattened and mangled. You'd be chewed up.
You see, Sprocket, he brought the newspaper.
Look at that.
Of course it's all mangled and chewed up.
Don't worry, Sprocket.
Just bumper cables. I can fix it.
I'll have this fixed in no time. I promise.
You'll never have to fetch the paper again.
That's right, Sprocket.
Relax. Enjoy yourself.
Relax, Wembley, let go!
Oh, no, my lucky bottlecap.
It's at the bottom of that bottomless cavern.
I'm sorry, Boober.
Now what am I gonna do?
I'm gonna go back to what I used to be:
a spineless coward.
Please, don't be angry.
I'm not angry, Wembley.
Disappointed perhaps. Distressed, distraught.
It's because I was worried about you. I thought you'd be killed.
I don't have to listen to your feeble excusses.
Sorry, Boober.
Going down the road Sun don't shine
No one in the world is a friend of mine
Looks like trouble so it's looking real fine
Get blue
Doop do dooba dooba do da do
Will you be quiet?
Going down the road Sing a little song
People say they're happy But people are wrong
Trouble's gonna get us and it won't be long
Get blue (Doop do dooba dooba do da do)
Going down the road The sun don't even shine
No one in the world is a friend of mine
Looks like trouble so it's looking real fine
Get blue. (Doop do dooba dooba do da do)
Ah, dooba-do yourself.
Here we are, Marjorie.
We brought you your latest treasures.
All the newly discarded trash.
We got a well used banana peal...
It's hardly black yet.
And we found this lamp shade.
Put it on.
-Is it me, boys? -It's you, Marjorie.
And we found this blanket.
That is not trash, it's brand new.
But somebody threw it out.
Do I know trash when I see it?
You know everything.
Get rid of it.
Leave it out with the garbage.
But this is the garbage.
-Take it down to the dump. -But we are the dump.
Am I the Trash Heap or a gift shop?
We'll give it away.
Excuse me, madam Trash Heap.
Lucky, lucky.
Things have turn out badly as I knew they would.
Just the little Fraggle we want to see.
Don't worry, little Fraggle.
I've lost my lucky bottlecap.
Let this be a lucky blanket.
Did you say "lucky"?
Compared to this blanket, that lucky bottlecap
was the kiss of death.
You know what happened to the last person who owned this blanket?
After he inherited the ice-cream factory?
He found a pony.
And met the president
The president of what?
He said "I owe all to this blanket".
Then why did he throw it out?
How should I know?
Maybe someone gave him a lucky bobsled.
Really?
Maybe he wanted to share, little Fraggle.
Sometimes that happens when you have everything you want.
It makes you a better person.
I think I feel better already. Thank you.
The Trash Heap has spoken.
Going down the road See the sun shine
No one in the world is a friend of mine
Looks like trouble so it's looking real fine
Get blue doop do doba doba do da do.
Going down the road Sing a little song
People say they're happy But people are wrong
Trouble's gonna get us and it won't be long
Get blue doop do doba doba do da do
Does this mean you can be in our play?
With this I can do anything!
Wonderful.
Could you get into costume over here? We're gonna start in about 2 minutes.
Mockey!
You gave me somebody else's lines for this scene.
You say "I know my prince will come and rescue me".
Who needs a prince? I can rescue me.
And then you'll say
"I think I hear the hoof beats of his fiery charger".
Good grief.
I'm gonna play a fiery charger.
That sounds great, Boober.
Thank you, I owe it all to my lucky blanket.
That's Gobo's costume.
I beg your pardon?
You are the back half.
What!
Please, don't be angry.
Angry? I'm not angry.
Dismayed perhaps, disappointed.
I don't wanna be the back half of a fiery charger.
Why not? All you have to do is bend over.
Terrific. I don't wanna bend over.
Where did you get this beautiful blanket?
The Trash Heap gave that to me so I could be in our play.
-For our play? -No, for me.
Boober, thank you.
It will make a beautiful costume for Red.
Now, wait a minute!
And you'll get a credit in the programme.
But Mockey!
Boober, I'm sorry.
It's all right, Wembley.
I hope you're not angry.
Why should I be angry?
Dismayed perhaps, dizzy.
I just finished painting the trellis with all this stuff...
But I don't have to be rescued.
I can climb on this trellis.
My blanket!
I'll swing on this vine!
Poor Red.
I don't care about Red!
Why don't we call it "the tale of the triumphant princess"?
You call that "triumphant"? I call it "paint stained".
Please, don't be angry.
I'm not angry.
I am furious!
Look at that, Sprocket! Isn't that cute?
Can you do that?
And when we fix this problem with the newspaper...
He always chews right through to the crossword puzzle
and I love to do the crossword.
But don't worry, I'll straighten it out
and everything will be like it was before.
Except you won't have to fetch the paper.
I'm sorry, Boober. I didn't know the paint was there.
They planned this, Gobo.
I'm sorry too, Boober.
I had no idea Red was gonna jump on a trellis.
They mock me, they despoil my blanket...
-They are trying to apologize. -I don't care!
My blanket has paint on it!
You're the one who likes laundry. Why don't you just wash the blanket?
That is not the point.
The point is that you've been disrespectful to my blanket.
And I will never forgive you.
You're being much too serious.
And why not? It is serious.
And all you can do is stand around with your mouths open
and Wembley says he's sorry and Red laughs about it
and Gobo says "let's all be friends
and I'll read you my postcard from my uncle Travelling Matt"
I've got it right here in my pocket.
Go away!
It says "Dear nephew Gobo"
"sometimes it's impossible to get rid of something you don't want".
Sometimes it's impossible to keep something you do want.
For instance, the other day
I observed this silly creature throwing away a curved stick.
Not very remarkable in itself but the stick's proved to be magic.
It came back.
How strange.
The silly creature tried to throw it away again
and again and again but with no success.
The silly creature was obviously sad.
So I decided to help.
I think I'll help.
Fortunately, Gobo, I am an expert in such matters
and can get rid of any stick, even a magic one.
Love, your uncle Traveling M—
Just remember this lesson, nephew,
it is often painful to part with magic objects.
Your friend, Traveling Matt.
That was a good one, Gobo.
A lesson for us all. Right, Boober?
Uncle Matt's cards always seem to help, don't they?
-Maybe he's asleep. -Maybe he's sulking.
Quiet, Red.
That's what you call it, Boober.
You're sulking!
I guess we have to try to talk out our differences.
I'll kill him!
You won't have to, Red. I've booked the hall of justice.
Did you say "the hall of justice"?
We're going to the hall of justice.
I love the hall of justice.
I like the ceremony of pie throw.
I like the speeches.
What speeches?
As a matter of fact
I'm preparing a short speech to explain my case.
Let's go.
But don't we have to say the oath first?
Everybody, we've got to say the oath.
-I swear -I swear
-To be fair -To be fair
Now solemnly repeat after me.
No, no, no, Wembley.
Not that part, Wembley. You're not supposed to say what he says.
-I swear, -I swear,
-To be fair, -To be fair
And treat everybody as if they were me
-I vow, -I vow,
-Right now, -Right now,
To never do bad things or act selfishly.
Well, I swear to be cheerful I swear to be true
I swear to be faithful In all that I do
-I swear -I swear
-To be fair -To be fair
And treat everybody like me,
Like only a Fraggle can be.
Now everyone, sing it with me!
I swear To be fair
And treat everybody as if they were me.
I vow Right now
To never do bad things or act selfishly
Well, I swear to be cheerful I swear to be true
I swear to be faithful In all that I do
I swear To be fair
And treat everybody like me
Like only a Fraggle can be
Faithful and loving and true
Like only a Fraggle can do
And that's what I promise to you
Finito.
Is the jury ready?
Wait! I'm still working on my speech!
I think we should keep Boober's blanket on the table
since it's evidence.
Would you like some blueberry juice?
You want to drink juice? In the sacred hall of justice?
The meeting in the hall of justice will now come to order!
I'd like to order some blueberry juice.
According to the rule book you don't have the floor, Red.
I don't want the floor, I want the blueberry juice.
The jury will recognize Boober Fraggle.
Of course you recognize him. He is Boober!
That's what it says I say in this book.
How come you get to be the chair, anyway?
If you're gonna be the chair I'm gonna be the chest of drawers.
I don't table your suggestion, Red.
This frivolity will end when you hear my speech.
And Wembley can be the sofa.
And Mockey can be the chandelier.
The chest of drawers recognizes the chair.
You're out of order, Red.
The chest of drawers will shelve the chair's suggestion.
Boober, you're the shelf.
Why not let Boober be the doormat?
You could walk all over Boober.
You could spill blueberry juice on his blanket.
Look at it this way, Boober. It covers the paint.
You could forgive and forget
and party!
Just a minute!
As I say in my speech on page 62…
Where is it?
What a mess.
My speech!
What does it say in page 62?
I think it says "Blooberstimmens".
Very funny, Wembley.
-Even you think it's a joke. -Me?
You joke about everything I care about.
You've make justice a joke.
I'm sorry, Boober, but...
I had enough of your so called "humor".
I'm getting out of here.
No, I'm leaving now, stop it.
Where do you think you're going?
I don't know!
Don't be silly.
I'm going anyway.
And I'll go as far as I have to
to find Fraggles who play fair,
who love justice and laundry!
Boober, wait.
Who cares what he does?
We care, don't we?
Do you really think the Trash Heap can help us, Mockey?
Yes, Red.
The Trash Heap knows everything.
I know the answer to 7 across.
An 11-letter word meaning life of the party.
Maximilian, my uncle.
Excuse me, your trashiness,
Red Fraggle and I have come to consult you.
Maximilian, that's a proper name.
We've damaged a friend's magic blanket.
And that's not how you spell "Maximilian".
That's the way uncle Max spelled it.
With a "Q"?
Your trashiness, about our problem...
-The "q" is silent. -I beg your pardon?
Tell him the "q" is silent.
The Trash Heap has spoken.
Red, the Trash Heap has spoken.
But all she said was the "q" was silent.
Maybe those are magic words.
Magic? You don't need magic.
To clean a blanket you need soap, water, a little bleach,
a cold water rinse.
The Trash Heap has spoken.
The wisdom is ours.
They'll be sorry.
I don't need them. I don't need anybody.
I'm going away and live by myself.
Then I'll have my own hall of justice
and my own parties.
Please, stop.
Wembley, what are you doing here? You go back.
You come with me.
We are sorry. Will you forgive us?
I'm not gonna forgive you and I'm not going back with you.
What good is wrecking everything? Just cut it out.
I don't care! And get out of my way!
Wembley!
It's not true. I do care.
What have I done?
Wembley, speak to me!
All this fuss about a little blanket.
I guess Boober doesn't think it's just a little blanket.
I guess he will now.
It shrank.
Something went wrong.
Who knows about laundry except Boober?
-Now what's he gonna say? -Help!
Wembley's hurt.
Give him here.
What's wrong with him?
It's my fault. I knocked over all the Doozer constructions
I knocked Wembley out.
I'm sorry.
I'll go get him a moss pack.
I'll go get him a blanket.
I'll put this little wet rag on his forehead.
I feel responsible too.
No. It's my fault.
But I was the one who got the paint on the blanket in the first place.
-No, Red, -No, Red.
The paint doesn't matter.
But I was the one who kept making jokes in the hall of justice.
-No, Red, -No, Red.
-It was my fault. -It was my fault.
It was my fault! I was the one who made you angry.
But I was the one who got angry.
Wait a minute.
I was the one who lost the magic bottlecap and painted the trellis.
Wembley, you're alright!
I'm fine, Boober. And thanks to the wet blanket.
My blanket?
I'm sorry, Boober. I shrank it when I tried to clean it.
-I don't care about my blanket. -You don't?
I care about Wembley.
-Really? -Yes, really.
Wembley, you're okay.
Yeah, I'm fine.
And not only that.
Boober doesn't need his magic blanket anymore!
Goodness, it looks more like a magic wash cloth.
I bet you washed it in hot water, didn't you?
I can show you a great trick with table salt and borax
Takes out any stain.
Gather round the tub, this is really exciting.
-Looks like the old Boober's back. -Yeah.
I think I've done it, Sprocket.
No rips, no wrinkles...
He did the crossword puzzle.
And he did it in ink.
You know how I love to do the crossword puzzle.
I'm sorry, Sprocket.
But this is one labor-saving device that hasn't worked out.
Hope you don't mind.
That's my dog.