When the Fraggles reached the Gorgs' garden, everyone split up to look for good vegetables to choose for their vehicles. So far, only Gobo and Wembley were undecided about what kind of vegetable to choose from. There were only two rules in choosing vegetables for a Fraggle race car. The first rule was that no two Fraggles could have the same vegetable car (because Boober loved variety in his victory casserole), and the second rule a Fraggle was not allowed to use an onion as a race car (this rule was made after Marlon built his racer out of one).

"I still don't know what vegetable I should make my car out of, Gobo," Wembley said, looking around as he saw the other Fraggles pick their vegetables for the race.

"Well, eggplant, radish, turnip, parsnip, rutabaga, zucchini, and beet are out," Gobo said, observing the other Fraggles. "Hmmm. Maybe a bell pepper would make a good race car."

"Yeah, and it would go great in Boober's victory casserole!" Wembley shouted.

Gobo walked over to a plant filled with big, green bell peppers. He reached up and was about to pull one off, when the plant suddenly shook, and peppers fell to the ground. Then Marlon came sliding down the plant's stem.

"Sorry, Gobo," he said, "but I got it first."

"Oh," Gobo said. "Well, that's okay, Marlon. We'll keep looking, eh?"

Marlon let out a small laugh, and then ran off with his pepper. Gobo and Wembley continued to search the garden. Finally, Gobo saw something that struck his fancy.

"I know!" he shouted. "I'll make my race car out of a carrot! Come on, Wembley, help me pull this thing!"

"Okay!" Wembley shouted, and he and Gobo grabbed the green stem, and pulled as hard as they could until they managed to dislodge the orange root.

"Now all we have to do is find you a good racer," Gobo said.

"How about a pumpkin?" Wembley suggested.

"I don't think so," Gobo said. "Uncle Traveling Matt told me about the one year he tried racing a pumpkin in the Fraggle Five Hundred once. He said was too heavy and he wound up tipping it over. You know what he ended up with?"

"Oh no. Don't tell me, Gobo. Don't tell me he ended up with . . . ."

"Squash."

"Ugh!"

Wembley cringed at the bad joke, and he and Gobo continued looking for a suitable vegetable for Wembley's race car. Unfortunately, Wembley just couldn't seem to pick the right vegetable for his car. Nothing he found seemed to suit him. Gobo sighed.

"You've gotten yourself into a pickle over this," he said. "Come on, Wembley, you've got to decide already!"

"I know, Gobo," Wembley said. "But you know making decisions is hard for me!"

"Well, you'd better decide soon before . . . ."

Suddenly, the door to the Gorgs' castle opened, and out came Junior Gorg, carrying a jar of cucumbers soaking in some kind of liquid. Quickly, Gobo grabbed his carrot, and he and Wembley darted toward Fraggle Rock before they could be spotted.

"So much for making pickles," Junior said, opening his jar and dumping the contents on the ground. "I wasted several perfectly good cucumbers, too."

And with that, Junior went back into the house. Immediately, Wembley ran toward the pile. Gobo followed him.

"Look at the size of these pickles!" Wembley shouted. "They're gigantic!"

"You try balancing one of these on your nose, and you'll be flatter than a radish pancake," Gobo said. Then he grimaced, and pinched his nose shut. "Whoo! That Gorg really soaked 'em in some really smelly stuff, eh?"

"You know what, Gobo? I think this is what I'm going to use for my car!"

"I don't know, Wembley. The World's Oldest Fraggle might not let you do it, considering the smell."

"We could always wash it before we take it to the Great Hall."

"Yeah, that's true. We have to wash all of the vegetables anyway. Okay, Wembley. Let's go."

Wembley picked up the pickle, and walked it over to the Fraggle hole.

"Hey, Gobo?" he asked.

"What, Wembley?" Gobo asked.

"I guess I'll really be in a pretty pickle in this race, huh?" Wembley said, and then he laughed.

"Yeah, right," Gobo said, rolling his eyes at Wembley's bad joke.

Gobo and Wembley caught up with the other Fraggles at a small stream where they were washing their vegetables. Marlon wasn't around.

"Where's Marlon?" Gobo asked.

"He finished washing his pepper already," Red said.

"So what do we do after we wash the vegetables?" Wembley asked.

"We build cars out of them," Mokey said. "The first thing you do is you cut open your vegetable, and hollow it out."

"And if your vegetable has seeds in it, it'll be a bit of a messy process," Red said. "This is why I usually choose a root vegetable for my car."

"How do you know when to stop hollowing it?" Wembley asked. "I've never hollowed one out before. I might not know when to stop."

"Don't worry about it, Wembley," Gobo said. "I'll help you with everything. After all, I've won the Fraggle Five Hundred three times in a row. I'm practically an expert here!"

Wembley nodded, and washed his pickle until he was sure it was clean, and the smell was gone. Then he and Gobo got to work hollowing it out. While everyone was working on their cars, Boober came walking by with a basket to gather the pieces of what the Fraggles didn't use.

"How's it going?" he asked, putting a piece of Red's radish into his basket.

"It's going great, Boober!" Wembley shouted, scooping out the seeds from his pickle. "Soon, we'll all be ready for the race!"

"You're pretty excited about this race, aren't you?" Boober asked. He picked up a piece of the pickle and sniffed it. "Uh, Wembley?"

"Yeah, Boober?"

"I hate to tell you this, but pickles don't taste good in victory casserole."

"But aren't pickles just cucumbers that have been soaked in vinegar?"

"Well . . . . yes, but they don't go in casserole. I have never seen a recipe for pickle casserole."

"Maybe you can serve bits of Wembley's car as a side dish," Mokey suggested, handing Boober pieces of her eggplant that she didn't need.

"Well, I suppose I could make pickle chips," Boober said.

"Sounds great, Boober," Gobo said, scooping out the last of the pickle seeds. "Okay, Wembley, we've hollowed out the pickle, and carved the seat. Now all we have to do is add the wheels, the steering wheel, and the pedals."

"Oh boy!" Wembley shouted, excitedly. "I'll be right back with the wheels!"

Wembley ran off and returned shortly thereafter with two large mushroom caps and a small, round, flat rock. The mushrooms were going to be the back wheels, and the rock was going to be the front wheel.

"Thanks for helping me with my car, Gobo," Wembley said, as he fit one of the mushrooms on the car's back axle. "I hope you have time to build yours."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Wembley," Red said, coming over. "The Fraggle Five Hundred is two days away. That's plenty of time for Gobo to build his car."

"I'll help you build your car, Gobo," Wembley said. "After all, you helped me."

"Thanks, but let's save building mine for tomorrow," Gobo said, looking toward the Ditzies, who were the light source of Fraggle Rock. They were beginning to dim, like they usually did when night time approached.

"It's getting late," Gobo continued.

"Okay," Wembley said, yawning and stretching. "Boy, am I tired."

"Well, Wembley, you've had a very exciting day," Mokey said. "Come on, time for bed."

"Okay," Wembley said, yawning again, and he and the other Fraggles went to their caves for a good night's rest.