- Gobo Fraggle: Matt's third rule of exploring is right here in black and white:
- Wembley Fraggle: Uh-huh.
- Gobo Fraggle: Never go exploring without protective headgear.
- Mokey Fraggle: Yeah, well, my head is so protected that my ears fell asleep.
- Gobo Fraggle: [Red has pointed out that Gobo can't whistle] Well, what's so important about shiwtling, anyway, Miss Moss-Mouth?
- Wembley Fraggle: [deviant] Yeah, Miss Moss-Mouth! Eh, Gobo found this incredible book in the back of Matt's socks box.
- Boober Fraggle: [sniffs the book] Yuck! Indeed.
- Gobo Fraggle: Well, according to Uncle Matt's rules, the rope's got to be long and it's got to be strong. Everything's right if the knot is tight.
- Gobo Fraggle: [reading aloud from Matt's Book on Exploring] Anyone whishing to learn these rules should begin with an expedition to the Hole to Who-Knows-Where.
- Morris Fraggle: [the other Fraggles gasp] The Hole to Who-Knows-Where! Well... that leads to who knows where.
- Boober Fraggle: Red, Gobo's gonna tech us all to become explorers!
- Red Fraggle: Huh?
- [Boober laughs out loud]
- Mokey Fraggle: Yes, Red, he's going to pass the explorers torch on to us.
- Red Fraggle: Oh, that'll be the day. Gobo can't even teach himself how to whistle.
- Wembley Fraggle: Whoo! That singing and dancing sure made me thirsty.
- Mokey Fraggle: Hmm-hmm. My mouth is as dry as Doozer dust.
- Wembley Fraggle: Yeah.
- Red Fraggle: Ooh, my nose tells me there's a pool of sweetwater right up ahead.