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.
What textbook was that wind data in?
Here it is.
Easy Breezy. That's the name of the book,
which is misleading 'cause it's an incredibly challenging read.
Okay, what is so interesting?
Is that me singing at my first-grade talent show?
Did Aunt Edna post this?
Why, Aunt Edna? Why?
My colleagues are gonna see this, and I'm a serious academic now,
not a sing-songer. I mean, singer.
I can't even talk, I'm so flustered.
Hey, hey! Don't you play that again.
Drop it!
Thanks for helping me pick out a hat for Lanford, Wembley.
Thank you.
Of course, Mokey.
I always help Gobo pick out his hats.
Pretty easy too, because they're all amazing!
Okay, Lanford, which one? This one or this one?
Solid choice.
Hey, Mokey look.
- Oh, my old robe. - Uh-huh.
This takes me back.
Oh, yeah. I miss this old robe.
Why did you decide to change it up?
It's hard to explain.
Something inside me just said it was time for a change.
New outfit, a little hair goo...
I don't know, it just felt right to me.
It's all part of self-expression, emphasis on "self."
Self-expression?
Whatever you're doing, it's not the doing you should be doing,
because we're about to do a Fraggle Stack!
- What? - We're going for the record, come on!
A Fraggle Stack.
Come on, Lanford, you can cheer me on.
Mokey! Mokey! Mokey!
I'll be right there.
I think I've got an idea.
Hi, Red. I'm Pogey!
Okay, Pogey. Stay perfectly still.
If the stack falls, we won't break the record!
Ready to time us, Storyteller?
Hey! Hang on. Let me get my hourglass glasses.
Yeah. No.
No, can't see a thing through the sand.
You know what? I'm just gonna count.
- One merggle-sippy, two merggle-sippy-- - Yeah, yeah.
Hey, everyone.
Great stack!
Wembley, is that you?
- Yeah. - No, eyes forward!
That was fun! Bye, Red.
We were so close to the record.
I don't know how close you were.
Wembley, why did you do that?
I don't know. I made a mistake.
All right, restack!
Hey, you wanna be part of it this time, Wemb? Wemb?
What was I thinking?
Yeah, what were you thinking?
I-- Well, I just wanted to try something new.
And see how that worked out?
You ruined the Fraggle Stack for everyone.
There's only one right way to be Wembley, and this isn't it.
Yeah.
Gee. Did I miss a Fraggle Stack?
I was getting the latest artifact from my Uncle Matt.
A Matt postcard.
His words are poems, and his mustache is a song.
- Read it. - Okay.
- We were just about to restack. - Read it!
Okay. "Dear Nephew Gobo..."
I am nothing if not a Fraggle who faces challenges with grace.
My boot has a hole in it.
What do I do?
And as a seasoned explorer, I always know the right way to go.
Pardon me, ma'am. Which way are the boots?
But there are some places in Outer Space that confuse even me.
Action pokey things and pink and frilly things?
How can anyone find what they're looking for in this mess?
I simply had to intervene to bring order to the chaos.
There. You go here. That's it, fine. Good. You go over there.
Now everything's organized as it should be.
And once I did, I was rewarded by finding exactly what I needed.
Hold this. She's wearing my size.
There.
Sometimes, it's up to brave explorers like us
to help Silly Creatures be a little less silly.
"And so, I'm sending back my old boots.
Let them inspire you to keep exploring new paths
no matter how confusing they may seem."
Yeah. Uh-huh.
Oh, come on, it's not that bad. I ju--
You know, how about I take these someplace super-far away, huh?
I'm thinking maybe Faraway Cave might work.
- Yeah. - Are we sure that's far enough?
I'll be back before you can miss me.
Bye, Gobo.
- Did you miss me yet? I'm just kidding. - Go!
I'm going this time, I promise.
Hey, guys.
Gobo is gonna be gone long enough to throw him a welcome home party!
I heard that. I love that.
I'm sorry if it was a surprise,
- but I can totally pretend-- - Just take the stinking boots!
Got it.
It lingers.
Come on. There. Hey! Hey! Hey!
Stop being a ponytail. Will you un-pony?
Hey! Neat news alert!
Gobo's going to Faraway Cave,
and we're throwing him a welcome home party.
Uh-huh. That's nice.
Look at you. You still have that ponytail.
I know.
I used some of your hair goo, and now it won't come out!
Whomp, whomp.
Wembley, that's Lanford's pot repair glue. It's really strong.
Mokey!
How do I get this out?
The only way I know is water from Sweet Water Creek.
- Sweet Water Creek? Yeah! Okay. - Uh-huh.
Then I gotta go to Sweet Water Creek before Gobo's party!
You were right, Lanford.
The hair goo and the pot glue really do look alike.
I do need a system.
You just ate.
It's our Junior's special day!
Happy 500th, my sweet Gorg-onzola.
Son, when a Gorg turns 500,
they go through the ancient rite of passage known as Boxing Day.
Tell the Boxing Day story, Pa.
- Oh, please! - Gladly.
Many Gorgs ago, our Gorg-cestors happened upon a box in the forest.
Well, one Gorg said, "I bet you can't fit in that box."
And the other said, "I bet I can!"
And he did.
But then the other Gorg also wanted to fit in a box.
So he found a different box, and he got in it.
And everyone went, "Wow!"
Ever since that day,
on a Gorg's 500th birthday, we recreate this sacred tradition
where you pick this box or that box.
- But how do you know? - Well, you just know, Son. So get to it.
The sooner you choose, the sooner I can eat the onion cupcakes Ma made.
Not one moment sooner.
No cupcakes until after the ceremony.
Okay, so all I gotta do
is pick the one box that shows the world exactly who I am...
forever?
Yep.
Okay, party Fraggles.
Let's put the "welcome" in "Welcome home, Gobo!"
Boober!
How are the radish pies coming?
Great. But apparently, some of us are still stuck on strawberries.
I like what I like.
So I'm also making strawberry pies.
Pies with fruit? Madness.
Okay, let's rehearse the cheer.
One half yells, "Go." The other half yells, "Bo."
Easy! Now pick a side and split, Fraggles.
Let's see.
I'm just gonna...
- I'm Pogey. - Well, yes.
But are you a "Go" or a "Bo"?
You have to choose one or the other.
I'm gonna go get more decorations!
What-- That wasn't one of the options but-- Okay.
Bye, Red!
I gotta get to Sweet Water Creek.
Yeah, hurry up.
It's time to get back to looking like the real Wembley.
But what does that look like?
There's a problem knocking at my door
I'm overthinking everything And I wish it would just stop
I'm not sure who I am anymore
It's confusing and I'm losing Who I thought I was or was not
Who knew that I could get this far
Away from who I used to be
Who he used to be
Lately I feel so torn apart And I just don't know
- Who is me - Who-- Who is-- Who is he
- Who is me? - Who-- Who is he
I just don't know. I--
I really wanted to try something new
My reds are turning green And all my greens are turning blue, ooh
I thought that robe Would make me feel so cool
But now it's turned me inside out And I feel like a fool
Who knew that I could get this far away From who I used to be
Who he used to be
Lately I feel so torn apart And I just don't know
- Who is me - Who
Who is Who is he
Who is me?
I just don't know.
I don't know.
Ah, who?
Get outta here.
It's over.
I'm back to who I'm supposed to be.
You're supposed to be whoever you wanna be.
I liked how you looked.
Pogey. Where did you come from?
Fraggle Rock.
Well, yes, but what are you doing here?
Red said I had to choose between being a "Go" or a "Bo,"
but I'm not really either. Maybe a little in-between.
But also, I just wanted to get decorations.
So you wembled.
Yeah, I'm kind of a wembler myself.
It's kinda in my name.
But I'm not a wembler. I'm Pogey!
Hey, you wanna help me get decorations from the Great Glitterini?
The Great Who-dallini? What?
Glitterini. He's awesome and has the best glitter around.
- I'll show you. - Okay. Yeah.
Ta-da!
Where's the glitter?
All I see is this regular gray rock.
Maybe you should look a little closer, sunshine.
Closer.
Sorry. That's on me.
I forgot to tell you the whole thing spins around.
Hello! I am the Great Glitterini.
Call me GG.
Welcome! Are you hungry?
Did you eat on the way, or can I get you a nibble?
I'm okay, GG. But--
But for someone called the Great Glitterini,
No offense, you look awesome,
but you don't really look very glittery?
Let me tell you. Some folks look exactly like what you would expect.
Others don't.
Some don't even want to.
But guess what, toots?
You are who you say you are, not how others see you.
And I am the Great Glitterini!
And now, welcome to the Glitter Globe!
Wow. I can't believe it.
How have I never--
Wowee!
Yeah, it's great.
Very magical.
Shoes off, please.
- You're tracking dust in. - Okay.
I don't even wear shoes.
Here I go. Okay.
Which one of these two boxes feels right?
I'll start with you. Yeah.
Hey.
This doesn't feel right.
Not that I'm looking, but try the next, and better, box. Yeah.
I-- Something's off about this one too.
Well, there's only two choices,
so I guess I gotta stick this one out.
Don't feel rushed. Take your time.
I don't need more time.
I just don't feel right in either box.
One last time, okay?
- Bo! - Go!
We did it!
No!
Gobo gets here, I blow this whistle.
This side says "Go." That side says "Bo."
The Doozers blast their confetti canon,
and that's how it's gonna go!
- Bo! - No, that's not what I meant.
Mission accomplished.
GG, I'm sorry I didn't see it before.
- You are dazzling! - Yes, I am.
Yay!
Here's the thing.
I'm dazzling whether you or anyone else sees me that way or not.
Look at Pogey and watch how they choose to express themselves.
I like this!
Nice.
I like this!
I like this.
- I love this. - In the Glitter Globe,
you can express yourself any way you want.
It's all beautiful.
You sure you don't wanna join?
Plenty of glitter to go around.
Oh, no. I tried to look different earlier,
but I was just being silly.
But you do look amazing. And happy.
But if I did it, would I still be me?
Only you can say for sure.
All right.
Hello, Wembley!
Wow.
Love it!
Yeah.
- Hey. - See? It's up to you!
I feel amazing!
- That's it! - I feel like me!
Amazing.
Wembley.
Wembley, make a choice.
What?
Be the old Wembley.
What would Gobo say?
What if my friends don't all like this
and don't wanna be my friends anymore?
I'll be all alone!
I can't do this!
Uh-oh.
Wembley, you've gotta calm down!
You're causing a Glitternado!
The most fabulous of all natural disasters!
I can't do this!
Aunt Edna, can you please just take down
that video of me singing? But--
No, I am not taking song requests.
I was talking to Sprocket. No, I'm not taking them from you either.
I'll call you back!
I love you and you inspire me with your radical kindness!
Buddy, listen.
Listen. I know you're trying to get me to sing,
but I already told you that's not my thing anymore.
I mean, sure, sometimes I sing in the shower, but who doesn't?
And I guess I sing in the car.
No. You are not trapping me with stage lighting.
I'm not singing. This is ridiculous.
Okay.
How do I stop this?
You'll be fine, I promise.
But to stop this, you have to stop denying yourself...
- What? - ...and just be yourself.
It's not that easy.
Everyone sees me one way, but sometimes I feel different.
Choosing one way, it feels so permanent.
I feel so alone.
I'm Pogey!
I know that, Pogey. We all know that.
You say it all the time.
And you're Wembley.
No matter what you look like today or tomorrow, you'll always be Wembley.
Well...
I like saying my name because it took me so long to find it.
But best of all, even if I change and change again...
- Uh-huh. - ...I'll always be me.
Because I'm Pogey!
Yeah! You're Pogey.
- And I'm... Wembley. - That's right.
And however I look, whatever changes I go through,
I'll always be Wembley.
Hey.
Wh--
Now you're cooking with glitter.
There's a highway leading upward From your heart
And it's part of who you are
And who you long to be up high For a heart can fly
And why should you stay home And be a stone, alone
When all your dreams Are fastened to the sky
Let your heart fly free and high
There's a million wings To sing you on your way
You can play with friendly wings And feel the sky go winding by
In the air you breathe You feel your heartbeat
Tell you where the highway leads
The Earth is like A dream beneath the sky
Let your heart fly free and high
Yeah!
Let it fly, let it fly Let it climb up to the sky
Let it soar You'll be more than before
Let it fly way up high Let it climb up to the sky
Let it soar You'll be more than before
Let your heart fly free and high
Oh, let it fly, let it fly Let it climb up to the sky
Let it soar You'll be more than before
Let it fly way up high Let it climb up to the sky
Let it soar You'll be more than before
Let your heart fly free and high
Yeah!
- Let it, oh - Let it fly, fly
- Let it climb up to the sky - Climb up to the sky
Let it soar You'll be more than before
Oh
Let it fly way up high
- Way up high, oh - Let it climb up to the sky
Let it soar You'll be more than before
Let my heart fly free
- Let your heart fly free - And high
Let your heart fly free
- And high - High
Hey, Pogey. You know what would really complete your look?
- What? - One of these.
Thank you, Pogey.
I just can't wait to tell Gobo--
Oh, no. Gobo! Pogey, we have to get back.
But the decorations.
That's right.
Glitterini, do you think we could maybe
possibly borrow some of your glitter, please?
There's glitter falling from the ceiling.
- Oh, yeah. - Of course!
Take as much as you need.
- Thank you so much for everything, GG. - You're welcome.
- Gotta go. - Bye, GG.
Bye.
This younger generation.
I'm so proud to be glittering long enough to see this.
Keep glittering, babies!
It's hopeless. The cheer's a mess, and we're all out of confetti.
What else could go wrong?
Well, don't look at me.
Strawberries are actually very easy to bake with.
Who knew? It's almost like things outside your comfort zone
can lead to delicious results.
Agreed.
Hey, everybody. I'm Wembley!
Wow, Wembley!
You look amazing.
And I'm Pogey!
Hi, Pogey.
Maybe you two can help us get this cheer back on track.
Yeah. About that...
Pogey's not a "Go" or a "Bo."
Maybe they're neither, or both.
Or something in-between. Huh?
There are more ways to cheer than glitter in the sky.
Wait a minute, that's it.
Do you feel like a "Yay" today, Pogey?
Yay! I mean, yes!
Then let's do it!
Walking noise.
Gobo's coming back, in case anyone's planning a party.
- Places, everybody. - Okay. Come on.
Hey.
Wha--
Go!
- Bo! - Yay!
Wow!
- Wow. - Welcome!
Welcome to your welcome home party.
Thanks.
Wembley.
Wow, your outfit's amazing.
And even better, I've never seen you so happy.
Hey, is this gonna be your new look?
I don't know. Maybe sometimes.
You know, every new thing I learn about you makes me love you even more.
Gobo.
Hey. Before anything bad inevitably happens, who wants pie?
I have radish and strawberry!
Yeah, I do.
That looks amazing.
Come on, son. Which box are you choosing?
I can't do it.
There's no right choice.
They both feel wrong.
The ceremonial boxes and tradition!
And cupcakes.
I just don't feel right in either.
Either.
This is kinda fun!
Wow! Look at you go.
You're not in either of the boxes,
but you're dancing, and you seem happy.
I don't understand what he's doing.
You don't need to understand him, you just need to support him.
- Well, I suppose. If it means-- - Oh, for crying out loud!
- Yes! Go get the cupcakes already. - Yeah! Works for me.
- Aw, my baby. - Ma.
Hey, Aunt Edna. You can totally keep that video up.
Hey, Marshall.
From school.
You saw my video?
And you liked it? Sure.
I'd love to join you and some other PhD candidates at karaoke.
Let's do it!
Let your heart fly free and high
Yeah!
Let it fly, fly Let it climb up to the sky
That's my grown-up Gorgy-Worgy.
You dance outside that box.
Let it climb up to the sky
Let it soar You'll be more...
- Happy Boxing Day, son. - Thanks, Pa!
Let my heart fly free
- Let your heart fly free - And high
This is awesome!
Free and high