The stories behind Toolbox Aboard

• Toolbox Aboard Makes Fixing Things Sound Like the Best Job in the Galaxy — A bouncy kids' synth-pop adventure follows one small hero who solves every crisis with a toolbox - because for the right kid, this really could be the best job in the galaxy.

Lyrics

Red lights blink on platform nine, my toolbox says,

we'll be fine.

I launch from docking bay

C, with a wrench where my lunch should be.

Station Kappa lost its air

So I'm racing through the solar flare

The oxygen valve is coughing blue I tap it twice like technicians

do One loose bolt and a heroic grin

The whole moon breathes again

From the ice ring clinic to the rust red dome

Every little outpost feels like home

If the alarm starts doing its crazy dance I bring spare parts and

a second chance Toolbox, toolbox, rattling gold

Fixing the galaxy, brave and bold

Scanner, filter, cable screw

If it's broken, I know what to do

Toolbox, toolbox never let me down.

Saving every far -flung little town.

When the stars go, uh -oh, I say, let's go.

My toolbox and me put on a show.

At medical station, delta 2, the scanner says the

moon is blue. I check the lens, then check the screen.

It's just a sandwich in the machine

A missing couple or a vanished spring

A tiny part can stop everything I search the drawers, I

search my boot Then find the coupler in my suit

The comet village sends a flare

Their warming unit needs repair I patch the coil with

a paper clip The mayor says that's craftsmanship

Toolbox, toolbox, rattling gold

Fixing the galaxy, brave and bold

Scanner, filter, cable, screw

If it's broken, I know what to do

Toolbox, toolbox, never let me down

Saving every far -flung little town

When the stars go uh -oh, I say let's go

My toolbox and me put on a show

Check the gauge, check the gauge, check the gauge

Check the gauge Find the part

Keep the engines from falling apart

Across a thousand quiet skies I hear relieved and

grateful cries No grand parade, no golden throne

Just working lights and folks back home

Toolbox, toolbox, rattling gold

Fixing the galaxy, brave and bold

Scanner, filter, cable screw

If it's broken, I know what to do

Toolbox, toolbox, never let me down

Saving every far -flung little town

When the stars go uh -oh, I say let's go

My toolbox and me

Put on a show

The next station's calling through the haze

My wrench is ready for another phase I buckle in, the engines

glow

Toolbox aboard,

away we go