Dance your cares away
Worry's for another day
Let the music play
Down at Fraggle Rock
Work your cares away
Dancing's for another day
Let the Fraggles play
- We're Gobo. - Mokey.
- Wembley. - Boober.
Red.
Junior!
Hello!
My radish.
Dance your cares away
Worry's for another day
Let the music play
Down at Fraggle Rock Down at Fraggle Rock
Down at Fraggle Rock.
Morning, friends.
Anyone else have a bad night of sleep last night?
Boober, you're quiet.
Mokey?
We're over here.
Awkward. Hi, Rhonda.
- See you, Rhonda. - Bye.
Mokey. Are you okay?
Totally. Totally, totally.
I just haven't been sleeping well lately.
Mokey, do you think some of those leftover wind gusts are bothering you?
No. I'm good.
What's up? How's everybody?
Well, whatever's going on,
you know what makes me feel more like my Fraggle-y self?
Yelling "ickle wickle bickle pickle" and flicking your tail three times?
Sure.
But I was more thinking we should get back into our routine
with a 30-minute work week.
Yes, nothing like the drudgery of work to soothe the soul.
I guess that could be rejuvenating.
Okay, let's get to work!
Yeah, let's do it! Come on.
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
Working, working, working, working Working, working, working, working
I'd like to tell the story Of what my work is for
A tale of toil and gathering And radishes and more
But don't forget my mighty job
The lonely, tough routine
I dive and crash and scream and splash
To keep the water clean
Working, working, working, working
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 working - Working, working, working, working
Working, working, working, working
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
Well, it's sort of something that you do Unless you maybe don't
And you'll be Working, working, working, working
Working, working, working, working
Working!
- Look, sir. - At what?
I was just about to tell you.
We've successfully made wind chimes out of Doozer sticks.
Hit it!
Good work, Cotterpin!
With these chimes, we'll be able to track those gusts of wind
so we know where to put our turbine to power the Rock.
Carry on.
Commence Project Wind Chimes immediately!
Sorry. You can stop that now.
- Uh-oh. - I could've kept going.
Working, working, working, working
You know, I do feel better.
It's nice to do my work and take in the tranquil silence of the caves.
What was that?
Hello? Are you okay?
What? What is--
Oh, no. You poor thing.
You must've been knocked over by that awful wind.
Don't worry.
Mokey's gonna take care of you. Yeah.
You wanna come live with me and my friend Red?
We're gonna have so much fun!
Do you like yoga?
I bet you're really good at tree pose.
Doozer stick chimes number 78 are complete.
Headed back to base.
Working, working, working...
I cannot get that song out of my head.
Working, working, working, working
Just one more right here.
Glad this is funny to you, Sprock.
But I have to get this model ready for my presentation on offshore wind power.
My PhD program asked someone
to volunteer teach at the high school, and I said yes.
Well, actually, I screamed, "Me, me, me!"
Classic overachiever.
But I'm nervous.
Inspiring the next generation of Docs... That's a lot of pressure.
Anyway, let's try this turbine.
Come on.
All right. I just gotta stay focused.
Hey, what's that sound?
Is that my phone?
Is that your phone?
Did Mrs. Shimmelfinney install wind chimes?
No!
Wow, these walls are thin.
Okay. Back to work.
Right after I figure out where that sound is coming from.
Everyone,
I have someone special I want you to meet.
Mokey, what is that thing?
From the looks of it, that's a Night-Blooming Yellow-Leaved Deathwort.
Germ-carrying capability TBD.
Yeah, I know some botany.
What, a Fraggle can't have any hobbies besides laundry and cooking?
I found him alone and upset, uprooted by that horrible wind.
Isn't he just the most adorable?
Depends what you mean by adorable.
Back. Back.
So, what's his name?
I don't know.
I love naming things.
Shirt.
You know what, let me ask the cave.
Lanford.
That's it! That just came to me like, "Blam!"
Wow, the universe, right?
You like it, Lanford?
Okay, let's get you potted, all right?
- Here. - What?
- Well, what are you-- - Hurry! Hurry.
My bisque. What--
In there.
Well, that pot's contaminated now. Enjoy keeping it forever.
Come on, Lanford. Let's go see your new home, okay?
It's nice to see Mokey taking care of another living creature,
but, well, you know Mokey.
I just hope she doesn't take it too far.
Mokey, what are you doing?
Well, Lanford was having trouble sleeping,
so I'm trying some gong-wave meditation.
It's loud but very effective.
Uh-huh. Well, as long as Lanford is getting a good night's sleep.
So cute.
I asked Pogey to play Lanford to sleep for the next few hours.
Working, working, working, working
The ripe smell of a new day.
Wait, that's just me.
Make way for the king.
I need to practice fighting invaders looking to pilfer my kingdom.
What invaders?
Why, Fraggles for one.
And others.
But my Pa taught me they're no match for a king
with super coordination like me.
- Okay. - I did that on purpose.
Good morning, my little radishes.
Especially you, little Geraldine.
- You varmints, I'll do this! - Hey. Hang on a toot.
- What are these? - And I'll do some of that! I'll show--
- Pa, you gotta see this. - Take this and that.
- Pa! Pa! - When I see you, I'll send you running...
- Pa. Pa. Pa. - ...varmints and pilferers.
Mokey. Mokey. Mokey.
- You are. You are. - Mokey. Mokey.
Mokey!
Hello! You're the one that invited us to come paint.
Yeah.
Sorry, sorry.
I'm just worried that Lanford's pot is tilting.
He looks balanced to me.
Unless I'm tilting!
Oh, no.
You're fine.
Lanford's fine.
Let's paint already.
So cute.
All right, sorry about that.
Okay, everyone, just do exactly what I'm doing.
Yeah.
Oh, no!
All right, all right. Okay.
- Oh, no! - Oh, no!
Great. So glad I came.
Sorry, but Lanford just looks so off-balance.
I think he needs another rock. Let's see...
- Fraggle huddle. - Yeah.
I'm telling you, ever since that plant got here...
- Yeah. - ...it's all Mokey can think about.
Well, you know Mokey.
- When she goes all in, she goes all in. - Yeah.
Remember when she was really into handstands?
Mokey?
Glad you're having fun, but it's been seven days.
You're becoming a traffic hazard.
But, something about this time feels different, doesn't it?
Hey, gang?
I was right. Lanford is off-balance.
Emotionally.
I think he's just feeling super left out.
So, we're just gonna do a selfie.
Yep, yep, yep. Yep, yep. And...
It's looking good. Yeah.
Good job, Lanford.
Okay, that's good. Yeah, okay.
And chimes number 831 are hung.
Still working on chimes 832.
How you gonna get down from there?
I think that chime sound's coming from down here.
And yes, I have a stethoscope.
My nickname is Doc. I'm allowed.
Wait, what? No way.
They're coming from inside that hole?
There's something going on back there.
I've gotta get in there. Now.
Fix up in the back.
- Mokey? Mokey, can I steal you for a sec? - Yeah?
Sure. Just let me get Lanford down for his nap.
Great. Time for a little nappy-wappy, Lanford.
Mokey, I think it's great that you're taking care of Lanford.
- Uh-huh. - Eyes here, please.
Eyes here. Focus.
I'm serious. I'm worried about you.
About me? Why?
Well, it just seems like ever since Lanford got here,
you're overly focused on him.
What makes you say that?
Well--
You're in a pot? What are you doing?
I've been wanting to understand what Lanford feels,
so I'm embracing the joys of soil living.
Mokey!
We can't live like this anymore.
What is this all about?
You are obsessed with that plant!
His name is Lanford!
And this is about him feeling safe.
If you don't wanna live this way anymore,
then you don't have to!
Lanford and I will just go live someplace else!
Come on, Lanford.
Mokey, you don't have to--
Final chimes number 924 are hung!
Okay. All the chimes are up. Let's start tracking the wind!
I gotta say, this is going perfectly.
Thank goodness. I'm starving.
Wait! Why are you eating those?
Eat the buildings!
What? What buildings?
Aw, nails.
Dramatically heightened alarm! Dramatically heightened alarm!
Cotterpin, why are they eating the chimes?
Because, sir, I was so focused on Project Wind Chimes,
I forgot to build buildings too.
Oh, Cotterpin,
it's normal to pay attention to something new and exciting,
but not at the expense of everything else.
That is a nice walkie-talkie.
All fancy and new with those buttons.
But-- What were we talking about?
Well, if we're not wanted in my cave, we'll just live here in yours.
Lanford, just the two of us.
I don't know If it's your pointy leaves
Or your cute little stubby teeth
But all I know is you're a pal to me
And that's enough as far as I can see
And the only problem is We're just way too good of friends
We complete each other's...
'Cause you and me That's all I need
We're always in perfect harmony
You're my best friend until the end
'Cause it just takes two
And me and you It's nothing new
Two peas in a pod We stick together like glue
You're my best friend until the end
'Cause it just takes two
You know what, Lanford? I feel the same way.
Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Yes, bring it home!
'Cause you and me That's all I need
We're always in perfect harmony
You're my best friend until the end
'Cause it just takes two
Couldn't have said it better myself.
It just takes two
Wait, so Mokey just left?
Yep.
- Well, did she at least pack a snack? - Nope.
No!
You guys, I'm worried. What is going on with her?
Maybe the wind really is bothering her.
So, she's focusing on Lanford to not focus on the wind.
So, instead of focusing on the wind, she's focusing on Lanford!
Yeah, we got that part.
- But I'm glad you're with us. - Yeah.
So, how do we pull her out of it?
Well--
Hey, maybe there's an idea in my Uncle Matt's latest postcard.
I'll make an exception just this once, 'cause I'm in need.
- Once. - Yeah.
"Dear Nephew Gobo..."
I recently stumbled upon a most interesting cave:
an explorer's academy for Silly Creatures.
Their classroom had all of the best equipment,
but the poor Sillies had no idea how to use it.
You need help.
One aspiring explorer got caught in a sink soil simulator.
Luckily for him, I was there to show him how it's done.
No. No. Watch and learn.
See? It's easy.
I spent the rest of the day sharing my hard-earned knowledge.
How to tame dangerous snakes...
How do I get off this thing?
...how to be hoisted up by one's admirers...
Thank you. Thank you.
...and how to get out of tricky situations calmly and logically.
Where am I? This cave smells.
Hey!
Nice work. You pass.
My experience was invaluable to the young explorers.
And, oh, did they respect me.
You see, sometimes the only way to help someone
is to show them that you've been there too.
Hello?
"And so, I've enclosed an artifact that will help improve the Rock,
a new way to pull explorers out of a tricky situation: the grabby-flappy.
Love, your Uncle Traveling Matt."
It looks like a giant sock.
"P.S., if hat guy says it looks like a giant sock,
be sure to tell him it's much more than that."
Yucko.
Luckily, I have my portable decontamination stone.
Okay, so your uncle sent a sock.
That's on me for thinking he might help.
No, Red. Don't you see?
He was telling us that someone who's experienced
with what Mokey's going through needs to be the one to talk to her.
Somebody who knows what it's like to ease their anxiety by obsessing over things.
Do we know anybody like that?
What?
And that's when I realized that I could taste colors.
I know!
Hello, Boober.
If Red sent you to bring me back, you can just forget it.
Lanford is my focus now.
- I totally understand. - And no matter what y--
Wait, you do?
It's always easier to focus on what you can control.
You remember when we had a cave-quake, and after the shaking stopped,
I threw myself into laundry?
I scrubbed, and I scrubbed,
and I scrubbed, and I scrubbed, and I scrubbed, and I scru--
Yeah, I get it. You scrubbed a lot, yeah.
Yeah. I scrubbed so much that my entire cave filled with bubbles.
I was stuck.
And do you remember who pulled me out of that, Mokey?
- Who? - You.
And I needed that.
It's okay to admit that you're not okay.
That's when it starts to get okay.
Oh, Boober. I'm not okay.
That wind really scared me,
so I focused on Lanford just to forget about it.
And now I feel like I'm sinking.
Well, it's good you're recognizing that
- because you are literally sinking! - I know!
It's like I'm literally sinking, you know, figuratively.
No, no. Literally, literally! You're standing in sink soil.
Quick, grab the grabby-flappy.
- The what? - Just grab the sock!
- Here. - Okay.
Okay, okay.
Oh, no. I'm slipping.
- Don't worry, Mokey. - We're here!
Yeah. Everybody grab on tight. Pull!
Come on.
Almost there.
Thank you so much. That was so scary.
- That was so scary. - Yeah.
I'm gonna need something to focus on to soothe my nerves.
Look who's dirty.
- Scrub, scrub, scrub. - Oh, Boober.
- Take this, you varmint. You interloper. - Pa. Pa!
- Pa! Pa! - You don't ever come to my universe again.
- That's one thing-- - My sweet king!
Yes, my dear?
Your son's been trying to get your attention all day.
Well, you gotta speak up, boy.
Pa, look at what I found.
Strawberries!
I knew the invaders had come.
With those beady eyes and red cheeks and green helmets.
Good job, son.
Strawberries are invading our garden.
- Now let's get rid of them. - Yeah.
My boys are bonding.
That does it. I'm making blue cheese Popsicles.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
So, I can't see anything.
I can't hear anything.
I never finished my turbine model.
And I'm fully stuck.
Yeah, hilarious. A little help?
Oh, Sprockie. I was so nervous about teaching those kids
that I completely distracted myself with whatever that was.
But you know what?
I volunteered at the high school for a reason.
I wanna make a difference.
And I can't do that if I'm stuck in a wall.
Thanks for pulling me out of that, Sprock. Now let's get back to that turbine.
As if anything interesting was going on behind that hole.
Have you got the plans there?
Under here.
Those are the updated plans.
Oh, Red. I just kept thinking, "What if that wind blew me away?"
Well, then I'd be right there with you.
And, hey, we can go visit Lanford whenever you want.
You know, he's actually not so bad.
So glad you feel that way.
'Cause Lanford's still gonna live with us.
Right outside our window.
Great.
Hi, Red.
Vibey. Right, Lanford?