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.
I Pop 'n Bop awake.
I Pop 'n Bop in bed.
I never stop the Pop 'n Bop.
I Pop 'n Bop to Red!
I Pop 'n Bop great…
…like a Pop 'n Bop assembly.
I Pop 'n Bop over to my good friend, Wembley.
Mokey, Mokey, Mokey!
Mokey, Mokey, Pop 'n Bop.
Mokey, Mokey, Mokey.
When it comes to Pop 'n Bop,
I know how to maneuver.
-Nice. -So it's upside down
and over to my Boober.
Yeah! Come on, Boober.
Where the heck is Boober?
I'll go check his cave. Maybe he has snacks.
Oh. Well, if we're calling a Pop 'n Bop Stop,
I'm gonna head up to Outer Space and see if Uncle Matt sent more goodies.
Okay.
-Hand-walking race. -What?
Go, go, go!
Perfect.
-Hey, Boober. -Ah, Wembley.
Behold, the single greatest laundry device known to Fragglekind.
-Wow. -Bye-bye, wrinkles.
Smooth as a newborn baby Merggle.
-B-- Boober! -Wha--
-Your baloobius is on fire! -Huh?
-It's not on fire. I-I-It's glowing. -What--
W-W-What's happening? I don't know what this is.
-It's never happened before. -It's no biggie, Boober.
-Actually, it's pretty cool. -No, no, Wembley. It's not cool.
W-What it is-- It's nothing, see? Nothing, because it never happened.
-Understand? -O-- Okay.
-Wembley. -Huh? Whoa. What--
Promise me you'll never tell anybody about this ever!
Promise!
O-Okay, Boober, I-- I-I promise.
Okay.
Hi, buddy.
Oh, okay. Okay. I know. It's very exciting.
Hi-- Okay, okay. Hi, hi, hi, hi.
Yeah, I kinda like you too, Sprockie.
So I'm out there collecting my water samples, right?
And you would not believe the amount of trash on the beach.
So I started picking it up, and before I knew it, my bag was full.
Look at me. I'm the Santa Claus of garbage.
Another package for Gobo?
What if I'm Gobo?
Like a nickname.
I had an aunt that called me Gobo.
Wait, no, she called me Yo-Yo.
Huh? You gotta be kidding me.
Someone mailed me a water bottle?
Trash in the ocean. Trash in the mail.
This is a serious problem for our environment.
I'm starting to believe the world's having a trash party.
Got it.
Who in the world would send a plastic bottle?
It's me…
Your Uncle Travelling Matt.
I was recently at the edge of Outer Space,
where, not to bog you down with scientific jargon,
but hard stuff meets wet stuff.
There lay a shiny artifact unlike any other.
Its name came to me instantly.
Bizzle!
And its purpose was immediately clear to me.
Secret collecting.
I'm scared of my mustache.
And just like that, it was gone.
Was I sad? Of course.
Did I show it? Not even one time.
Don't worry, Gobo. Heroes only have very brief low points
followed by huge victories.
I vowed never to lose it again.
Gobo, build a museum in Fraggle Rock, and place the Bizzle inside it.
You can call it something understated like
"The Uncle Travelling Matt Museum-- Hooray, Uncle Travelling Matt."
Love, your Uncle Travelling Matt.
"PS: To ensure this rare Bizzle is well-documented,
I've sent for The Archivist to come visit."
-The Archivist? -Wow! The Archivist.
Keeper of all important treasures…
…coming to help us with the Bizzle of Secrets.
Bizzle of Secrets. Cool!
Especially for me,
someone who currently isn't keeping any secrets currently.
Well, it's no secret…
…that I'm completely pumped The Archivist is coming.
Oh, she's so worldly and traveled and…
honestly a lot like me.
Mystical creatures.
I don't know what it is, but she's got it.
-Yeah. -Yeah, beautiful.
-Glorious! -Just stunning.
-Ravishing. -Absolutely.
-Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Now back to me. -Wha--
Hey. Hey, Boober, come have a closer look, eh?
He's fine there.
Uh, you know how some Fraggles can see better from far away?
That's Boober.
-Oh, yes, yes. I've heard that. -Oh, right. Yeah.
Water.
This water's wet.
-Are you thirsty? -Wha--
Junior, what are you doing?
Well-- Well, I-- I thought since we had so much water,
I could spare a tiny scooch for the plants?
-No. -And the trees?
-No. -And the vegetables?
No!
No more loving things. Capoosh?
Capoosh.
Thirsty.
W-- Whoa-- Wha-- Wha--
-Junior! Stop her! -Yeah?
On it, Pa!
Okay.
That is the last time a Fraggle steals our precious water.
We need to find a way to protect it and flaunt it.
Like a fountain?
No. Like a fountain!
Right, Pa.
The Archivist is gonna be here any minute.
We have to figure out where to put Uncle Matt's museum.
Yeah, um…
What about the Cave of Everlasting Darkness?
Uh, it's a little dark.
I know. We should try Sticky Floor Cave.
Nah, too sticky. Boober, you've been awfully quiet.
Not 'cause he's hiding anything.
Maybe we should try Rock Shelf Cave.
Well, this is just perfect.
Three cheers for Boober Fraggle.
Cheers, cheers, cheers, cheers!
-That was four. -Yeah.
Uh, it was nothing.
Uh, celebratory, uh, Pop 'n Bop?
Pop 'n Bop?
Ah! Oh, no.
What am I gonna do? I-I gotta hide it.
-Wembley? -Yeah?
-What did you just do? -Uh, well…
No-- H-- The-- The Bizzle.
-You put the Bizzle on my-- -Yeah.
Hello?
If anybody is interested, The Archivist is here.
It's me. Hi.
The Archivist.
Warmest hellos.
I'm Red!
Hello, my little Fraggle sweeties.
-Hello. -Hi.
-Welcome. -Now, where is that infamous Bizzle?
Oh, well, it's, uh--
Oh, no. The Bizzle is missing.
What happened to it?
But you did actually have the Bizzle, right?
Oh, yeah. Totally.
You didn't just dream it up?
-No, no, no. -Oh, no.
But I actually have very vivid dreams that I'd love to talk to you about.
-My dream is to find the Bizzle. Okay? -That's my cue to find the Bizzle.
-Here, Bizzle. -Well, we're gonna find that Bizzle.
We swear.
Well, you're an earnest little Fraggle, and I believe you.
But if your vest is the biggest treasure I see on this trip,
I'm gonna be pretty disappointed.
But I do like it.
It's a very cute look.
Oh, well… Yeah.
I have two of them.
-The Bizzle. I'm gonna go get the Bizzle. -Yes. Thank you.
It's not over here.
Why did you put the Bizzle on my baloobius?
As you may have noticed, it's see-through.
Yeah, I realize that now.
Oh, but don't worry.
All we need to do is sneak it back to the museum.
-Yeah? -And here's how…
I disguise myself as the World's Oldest Fraggle
and wait until the real World's Oldest takes a nap.
When he does, I'll write everyone a note saying I'm sleepy,
covering my tracks, allowing me to tunnel into the museum.
Merggle Queen.
Then Henchy will enter and say…
You're not the World's Oldest Fraggle.
And I'll say…
Yes, I am.
-And she'll say… -Prove it.
-And I'll say… -Uh… I'm so old.
Wait, what?
Why don't you stick it under your shirt and sneak it back to the shelf?
That's so crazy, it just might work.
Okay, um… One more time, Boober?
Oh, sure, why not? What could go wrong--
I thought that that would work.
Wembley, let go of my tail.
Okay, a few bruises.
It's still stuck.
Perfect. The one thing I'm trying to hide is stuck
under the one thing that all of Fraggle Rock is looking for.
Uh, Boober, I don't think everyone's looking for the Bizzle.
-Everyone's looking for the Bizzle. -Have you seen it?
No.
G-- Absolutely not.
Let us know if you find it.
Oh, perfect. This is just perfect.
What if I'm the strange one?
What if I don't look like everyone?
And the walls start to cave And the rocks all fall
What if I feel afraid?
And a part of me feels ashamed?
And this baloobius tail And its luminous glare
Just lights up all my flaws?
So can it just glow, glow away?
Can I just be Be the same as everybody else?
'Cause every time That the lights start dimming
Knees start to shake And my head starts spinning
I'm scared that they'll stare At my baloobius tail
It's true
My mind is a mess And I can't stop stressing
Every move I keep second-guessing
I find at the end of the day
I wish it would glow, glow, glow
I wish it would glow, glow, glow away
Yeah.
A sock. I made it "glow" away.
You can thank me later.
How hard is it to walk over to the recycling bin on the beach?
You know, Sprocket,
I can spend my whole day fishing plastic out of the ocean,
but if the rest of the world keeps tossing trash around like confetti,
what difference does it make?
At least I've been able to use some of the trash I found for this contraption.
And that's how Doc dunks a cookie.
Goes down chunky.
Oh, look, Sprocket, some plastic garbage.
Whatever should I do with it? Throw it in the ocean?
Mail it to some fake person named Gobo?
I have a wild idea. How about I put it in this recycling bin?
Wait a minute.
Oh, my gosh.
Sprocket, there isn't a recycling bin on the beach.
Someone should do something. I should do something.
I don't have to be like everyone else. I can be part of the solution.
Aw, buddy.
That's too many biscuits.
-No. -No, no, Wembley. It's no use.
It's really stuck.
-What are you guys talking about? -Oh! Uh, well--
-Just-- Just-- -Boober's bal-- Uh, uh--
-Everybody clap your hands! Clap, clap. -Yeah.
Is that the Bizzle?
-What is it doing on your baloobius? -Uh, Bizzle?
Well, Boober here was ironing his clothes, which-- which he does,
and he, uh, sat on the Bizzle.
-And, uh, now it's stuck. -Yes.
-Due to no fault of his own. -None.
You know, I consider myself an excellent judge of character…
…and I believe everything you just said. Let me help.
-Oh, great. Thanks. -Please, please.
Let's see. Uh, let's get rid of this.
-Let me just grab it. Ready, and-- -Okay.
Oh, you guys playing Tug-o'-Tails?
Well, you see--
The Bizzle!
-I can explain. -Wha--
Uh, uh-- The-- The Bizzle fell and…
…and Boober heroically stretched out his baloobius to catch it--
W-- Wait a minute. You told me that Boober
-sat on the Bizzle. -Oh, wait a minute. I got this.
Okay, Boober. Turn around.
-Okay. -Here we go. Here we go.
You're in good hands, Boober. Here we go.
-Don't close your eyes! -Be gentle.
We're coming around.
Be gentle-- Oh! Off the ground.
Hey, guys. I-- Whoa! Watch out--
Hey-- Wha-- What's going on in here?
The Bizzle came to life and was obsessed with Boober.
Wha-- What?
I don't care how that Bizzle got on there. Boober's our friend and needs help.
And I know who can solve this problem.
-Doozers can fix anything. -The Doozers can do it.
-Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. -It's gonna be good.
I feel that.
-Don't think so. -Hey. I feel that.
This repair will take hours.
Yeah! All right! That's amazing!
Nope. It's stuck.
We could always rub greaseberry leaves on you, Boober.
No, no, no, no, no. We'll wedge the Bizzle in some rocks
and then dive you off a cliff!
No way!
What we need to do is form a circle, hold hands, and dance it off.
Enough!
If everyone needs the Bizzle back in the museum so badly,
then it'll go back to the museum stuck to my tail.
Making a fountain for my bossy dad
Making a fountain so my pa's not mad
Wow, that's heavy.
Oh, look at you.
Little baby sapling.
Look at you.
I sure do wanna tend to you, but I shouldn't.
My daddy told me not to.
But maybe just this once.
You're like my little guy.
Like my Junior.
Junior Junior.
Yeah. I like that.
There's some water for you, Junior Junior.
Well, I guess I live here now.
At least it's quiet.
Hi!
Hi, I'm Joogie.
You just move in? Welcome!
Okay, I'll stay out of your hair.
I'm so sorry. I forget how silky my steps are sometimes.
May I ask why you're sitting on a shelf in the museum
with what looks to be the Bizzle of Secrets on your tail?
Oh, well, I just think someone should be here to, uh-- to protect the Bizzle.
And what's more secure
than actually attaching it to your body, right?
You know, I used to spend a lot of time hiding my baloobius too.
-Huh? -I grew up near Shh Pond.
-Which pond? -Shh.
-Which pond? -No, no, no. It's called Shh Pond.
Oh, sorry.
-Boy, that must happen all the time, huh? -No, that's the first time.
Sorry.
Anyways, not a lot of glowing where I'm from.
-Glowing? -I felt like I was the only one.
You glow too?
I-- I-I mean, you glow? Because I don't. Why would I glow?
Uh, so… you must travel a lot for work, huh?
I do glow, yes.
Whenever I feel most at ease with myself.
It's glorious.
You know, I spent so much of my life sitting on the edge of that lonely pond
with my tail in the water,
just desperate to hide my glow.
And then one day, I realized I could be more.
I could be me.
Sometimes when I'm dreaming
Of a special secret place I love Inside of me
Hiding me
Then I get the feeling There's a different me appearing
And it's time to be more than me
I can chase the wind
I can race the rain
I can trace the track A flash of lightning makes
And make it flash again
I can taste the sun
I can taste the sky
I can taste the world
That races by me As my heart begins to fly
I can chase the wind
Sometimes there's a part of me
That wells up in the heart of me And wants to fly
Fly up high
When I feel the feeling start I let it take me from the heart
And by and by I can fly
-I can chase the wind -I can chase the wind
-I can race the rain -I can race the rain
I can trace the track A flash of lightning makes
And make it flash again
-I can taste the sun -I can taste the sun
-I can taste the sky -I can taste the sky
I can taste the world That races by me
As my heart begins to fly
-I can chase the wind -I can chase the wind
I can chase the wind
I thought I was alone.
I thought glowing was bad.
Glowing can't be bad.
Look at me.
I'm pretty dang cool.
Wha--
Incredi-Bizzle.
Incredi-baloobius.
I'm scared of my mustache.
-Boober, what's happening? -Whatever it is, we love you!
Don't you worry. I didn't tell them about the thing that didn't happen.
Guys, there's something I need to show you all,
and it-- I'm worried you're gonna not like it.
What?
It's this.
-I know you're gonna think it's weird-- -It's like a party on your tail.
It's cooltastic!
It's like something out of a dream I had.
My dreams hold mystical powers.
You don't think it's weird?
Weirdly awesome.
Come on, tail. Do something.
Well, now with the Bizzle secure here in the, uh…
Oh, the Travelling Matt Museum of Travelling Matt-- Hooray, Matt Museum.
Gosh, that is catchy.
It certainly is. Well, with it open, my job here is done.
Boober, we all glow in our own special ways.
And you know what?
Being your own true, special self is the only way to be.
Yeah.
I can't believe you're so cool!
Oh, thanks.
Here it goes. And…
Boom!
Bottle in the bin!
Bottle in the bin
It's the simplest thing in the world, and it's already made a difference.
Every bottle is one less that goes into the ocean.
It's all about the little things.
No matter who you are,
no matter whether your glow shines outside or in,
when you love your specialness for what it is,
it becomes the brightest treasure in the world.