This is the transcript for God Made You Special.
This includes the countertop scenes and the kid interviews.
Transcript[]
Opening Countertop[]
Bob: Hi, kids, and welcome to VeggieTales. I'm Bob the Tomato.
Larry: And I'm Larry the Cucumber.
Bob: And today we're gonna something kind of special for you. Can you guess why?
(Larry pulls out a card from behind his back. The Card says, "Hint: God Made You Special.")
Larry: (whispers) Because god made you special.
Bob: You see Larry and I were talking it over. And since we always end the show by telling you that, "God Made You Special."
Larry: We thought we'd do a show about it, Because it's not the way we just say goodbye.
Bob: Nope. We really mean it. Right guys?
(The other Veggies come to the countertop)
Bob: Let's get started. A one. and a two and a-
Larry: Hit it, Qwerty!
(Qwerty makes noises and starts playing a Party version of the VeggieTales theme song. As the music plays, balloons appears. Bob smiles awkardly).
Bob: Larry, what are you doing?
Larry: There's nothing that says special like colored balloons!
Bob: Well, it's not exactly what I planned. Um, you see I was wanting something a little-
Larry: Bob. Balloons! And wait and see what else I got.
Bob: Okay, but just promise you'll save me a little time.
Larry: Sure thing, buddy! But first I have a special guest!
(Junior appears on the countertop, ableit his hat)
Junior: Hello!
(The veggies greet junior)
Bob: Hi, Junior! What do you got for us today?
Junior: Well, today I wanted to share one of my favorite stories. It's one where I got to show the kids, who are small like me, that god can use them for big things because he made them special.
Bob: Oh! I think I know what it is! Does it involve a Giant Pickle?
Junior: That's right, Bob!
Larry: Did you learn anything else from this story?
Junior: Yeah.. Sheep tip over real easily. Now lets watch the story of Dave and the Giant Pickle.
(Fades out to black)
Dave and the Giant Pickle[]
(Camera fades to the desert where we see Junior, Jimmy, Jerry, Tom and some sheep.)
Bob: (Narrating) Now, Dave lived in a land called Israel, a long long time ago. So long ago, that there weren't any cars, or telephones, or vacuum cleaners, or anything. There were mostly just sheep. Especially around Dave's house, because Dave was a shepherd. (Camera pans across Jimmy) No, no that's not him, that's one of his brothers. (Camera pans across Jerry) Nope, another brother. (Camera pans across Tom) uh... Nope, another brother. Dave had a lot of brothers. (Camera focuses on a sheep) Aha, there he is! No, not the sheep. He's behind the sheep. Uh, shoo there, Fluffy!
(Sheep bleats as it leaves, revealing Junior as Dave.)
Dave: Hi, I'm Dave. I have a lot of brothers.
Bob: (Narrating) Yep, seven to be exact. Now, Dave and his brothers spend most of their time in the fields taking care of their sheep, which could be hard work because their sheep had an unusual problem.
Dave: They tip over. (Sheep tips over) Oh look, there goes one now.
Bob: (Narrating) But Dave had an even bigger problem. You see, out of all the brothers, he was the smallest.
Dave: That's right. Everybody's bigger than I am!
Bob: And sometimes, his big brothers would pick on him.
(One of Jimmy's sheep tips over.)
Jimmy: Oh Dave! One of my sheep fell over! Would you come pick it up for me?
Dave: I'm kind of busy right now!
Jimmy: Do you remember the time we dipped you in tar and stuck you to the backside of an angry water buffalo?
Dave: I'll be right there!
(One of Tom's sheep tips over.)
Tom: Hey Dave! One of my sheep fell too!
Dave: (O.S.) Just a minute!
(Jerry casually taps one of his sheep on the side, making the other sheep fall over like dominoes.)
Jerry: Oh look! All of my sheep fell over! Dave!
(Dave sets his sheep back up, before going over to set the rest of the sheep back up.)
Jimmy: Oh Dave, after you pick up our sheep, could you run and get me a bite to eat? I'm famished.
Jerry: Oh yeah! Me too! Get me something too!
Jimmy: You know, sometimes, I think I could eat a whole camel.
Jerry: Oh yeah? Well, sometimes, I think I could eat a whole spaceship!
Jimmy: Uh, what's a spaceship?
Jerry: I have no idea.
Bob: (Narrating) That's how things had pretty much always been for Dave. Nothing really exciting happened around there. Until one day, when their dad, Jesse, came running out with some horrible news.
(Pa Grape as Jesse runs out to the field, until he bumps into some of the other sheep.)
Jesse: Whoa! Uh, Dave, could you pick those up?
(Dave gives an irritated look at the audience.)
Jesse: (Panting) Oh! Oh boys! Ooo! Oh, boys! I've got-I've got horrible news! The Phili... The Ph... The-the... The Philistines are, uh... Ah uh... Ah, the... They're a... ttacking!
(Jimmy, Jerry, and Tom stare in confusion.)
Jimmy: The lima beans are uh... lacking?
Jerry: The nectarines are... quacking?
Jimmy: One more time, please, and let's work on our enunciation.
Jesse: THE PHILISTINES ARE ATTACKING!
(Jimmy, Jerry, and Tom start screaming)
Jesse: King Saul is putting together an army to stop the Philistines! He needs your help! You must help save Israel!
Jimmy, Jerry, Tom, and Dave: We must help save Israel! (3x)
(The foursome start to leave, before Jesse stops Dave.)
Jesse: Hey, hey, hey, Dave! Where do you think you're going?
Dave: I must help save Israel!
(Jimmy, Jerry, and Tom laugh at Dave.)
Jesse: It's very nice that you wanna help, but saving a country is a big thing. You're a little guy. Big people do big things, and little people do little things. So, stay with the sheep.
Dave: But..
(Jesse, Jimmy, Jerry, and Tom leave, leaving Dave all alone with the sheep.)
Dave: They're big, I'm little.
They go, I twiddle.
Why can't little guys do big things too?
(Fade to King Saul's camp.)
Bob: (Narrating) By the time Dave's brothers arrived at King Saul's camp, battle lines had been drawn between the Philistines and Israelites, and as the custom in their day, the armies lined up and yelled at each other.
Jean-Claude: (reads the white text from below) Hello, Israelites! You are pigs! And soon, we will put apples in your mouths and stick you in our toaster ovens! (laughs)
Christophe: Ah, yes! After we defeat you, you will be our slaves and you'll have to fetch us our slippers!
Jean-Claude: Yes, and iron our trousers!
Christophe: Oh, and wipe our little noses.
Jean-Claude: Ah-ha! And scratch that spot on our backs we cannot reach, no matter how hard we try!
(Dave's brothers are silent.)
Jean-Claude: Don't you have anything to say?
Jimmy: Um, do you guys have any fried chicken? I got a real hankering for fried chicken.
Jerry: Yeah, me too!
Jean-Claude: (to Christophe) This is going to be easier than we thought. (to the Israelites) You know, I think we can save us a lot of time. How about we bring our strongest man, and you bring your strongest man, and they will fight. If our champion beats your champion, you will be our slaves. But if your champion defeats us, we will be your slaves. What do you think about that?
Bob: (Narrating) Well, the Israelites were getting tired of the yelling, and the Philistines did seem a little on the small side, so King Saul agreed.
King Saul (played by Archibald Aspragus): That seems like a reasonable idea. Alright, we agree, send out your champion.
Jean-Claude and Christophe: Hey Goliath!
(King Saul smiles, thinking this is going to be easy. King Saul looks at the water in his cup, which starts to shake. King Saul and the Israelites look up in horror at the approaching champion, Goliath, who is a giant pickle. The French Peas smile confidently when Goliath comes out, knowing that no one can possibly beat him. King Saul faints and falls down in his chair.)
(Camera fades to black, then fades back to Goliath and the Philistines.)
Goliath: Who will I fight?
(The Israelites run and hide in fear.)
Bob: (Narrating) The Israelites were so terrified of Goliath, that they all ran away and hid.
Goliath: Hm. Nobody will fight. I'll come back tomorrow.
Bob: (Narrating) And that's exactly what he did. Goliath came back the next day... and the next day... and the next day for 40 days. But every time he showed up, all the Israelites ran away and hid. Finally, Jesse started worried about his boys, so he sent little Dave to the battlefield with some food.
(Dave rides on a sheep to the camp.)
Bob: (Narrating) Now Dave got to King Saul's camp, just about the time Goliath was going to come out, so all the Israelites were hiding.
Dave: Hello! Is anybody here?
(Jimmy, Jerry, and Tom peek out from behind a tent.)
Jimmy: Shh, he'll hear you!
Dave: Who?
Jimmy: Him! That big pickle over there!
(Dave turns to see Goliath.)
Goliath: Who will fight me?
Dave: Well? Who's gonna fight him?
Jimmy: What, are you nuts? He'd have us for lunch! Speaking of which, what'd you bring us?
Dave: Here you go.
(Dave gives Jimmy, Jerry, and Tom the food, which is pizza.)
Jerry: Mmmm, pizza.
Jimmy: Oh, cheese in the crust! That's tremendous!
Dave: Come on, guys! Have you forgotten? We're the children of God!
Goliath: Ugh, no one to fight. They told me that you are the children of God. You are cowards. I come back tomorrow. (leaves)
Dave: (angry) I can't believe you're letting him say that! Somebody's gotta do something.
(Jimmy, Jerry, and Tom are eating pizza, before Dave leaves.)
Jimmy: What are you gonna do Dave? Remember, you're a little guy. Leave this big stuff to us big people!
(Jimmy finds himself out in the open, which frightens him before he retreats back to safety.)
Jimmy: You think he saw me?
Jerry: No, you're okay.
Jimmy: Phew!
Bob: (narrating) Well Dave knew exactly what he had to do, so he went straight to King Saul and announced his plan.
Dave: I will fight Goliath!
(King Saul spits out the water he was drinking.)
Bob: (Narrating) King Saul took the news rather well.
King Saul: I'm sorry, my ears must be failing. I could have sworn I heard you say that you'd fight Goliath, but you didn't really say that, did you?
Dave: Yes, I did.
King Saul: Oh. I say, that's very kind but... let's be reasonable. You are a tiny little fellow, and, well Goliath, he's enormous! No, no, no, that's a job for a big person, not a little boy like you.
(Music starts playing.)
King Saul: You're not going to sing, are you? (Dave nods) Couldn't you just play your harp and I'll throw things at you? (Dave shakes his head) Oh.
Dave: You're big, I'm little.
My head only comes to your middle,
but I say little guys can do big things too.
King Saul: Yes, but, Goliath, he's-
Dave: He's big, but God's bigger.
And when I think of Him, that's when I figure,
with His help little guys can do big things too.
King Saul: Oh, I see what you're saying!
Alright, I understand, now let's suppose that this is true.
You still look rather wimpy, but I know what we can do.
Just step behind the curtain, it will only take a minute.
There's a closet in the corner and you'll like what I've got in it.
You'll find my royal armor there, don't dally, put it on.
Yes, now you'll look much better once the battle lines are drawn.
One more thing you'll need, I think that's right, pick up my royal sword.
It's a big one and a beauty, the best you could afford.
Once you've got it all together, I think you'll agree.
You're bound to do much better if you try to look like me.
(Curtain pulls back to reveal Dave wearing King Saul's armor, that almost completely obscures his body. Dave takes one step forward, but the armor is too heavy as it makes him fall over.)
King Saul: Oh, dear.
(Dave gets out of the armor.)
Dave: You know, I think maybe I should just be plain old me.
King Saul: Oh, yes, well, I suppose. But have you seen Goliath? Why. He's, he's just, he's-
Dave: He's big, but God's bigger.
And when I think of Him that's when I figure
King Saul: With his help, little guys can do big things?
Dave: With his help, I know I can do big things!
Dave and King Saul: With his help, little guys can do big things too.
(Dave leaves the tent while King Saul watches him go off.)
King Saul: (concerned) Alright! If you're sure you know what you're getting into. Oh, dear.
(Camera fades back to Dave walking.)
Bob: (narrating) Well, Dave wasn't exactly sure what he was getting into, but he knew God would be there with him, so he went down to a stream and found five smooth stones. Then he went back to the camp and waited for Goliath.
(Back at the camp with King Saul and the Israelites.)
Goliath: Who will fight me?
Dave: (O.S.) I will fight you, Goliath!
Jimmy: You know, if I didn't know better. I'd say that sounded like Dave.
Jerry and Tom: Oh yeah.
(Dave walks over to see Goliath and the Philistines.)
Tom: You know. If I didn't know better, I'd say that looks like Dave.
Jimmy and Jerry: Huh?
(Dave turns and smiles at his brothers.)
Jimmy, Jerry and Tom: (surprised) Dave?!?!
(Jimmy faints.)
Bob: (Narrating) Goliath was equally surprised.
Goliath: Who said that?
Dave: I did!
Goliath: Huh?
(Camera pans down to Dave.)
Goliath: Oh ho-ho! Am I a dog that you come at me with sticks?
(Philistines laugh.)
Dave: I don't exactly know what you mean. But you are not a dog, you are a really big guy who wants to beat me up. And I come to you today not with sticks, but in the name of the God of Israel who this day shall help me defeat you!
Goliath: We will see who defeats who. Now we fight!
(Goliath and Dave prepare to fight as Goliath puts on his boxing gloves.)
Jean-Claude: It's showtime!
(A bell rings and the Philistines cheer when Dave prepares to fight Goliath. Goliath's now sporting a pair of red boxing gloves as he hops towards Dave, who gulps before also hopping over to face him. Goliath's still swinging his boxing gloves, while Dave takes off his hat and puts a stone in his slingshot before he starts spinning the slingshot around, while everyone watches the slingshot spinning. Dave spins the slingshot faster and faster, until the stone is sent flying in the air until it strikes Goliath on the head and bounces off. Everyone watches anxiously, until Goliath falls forward. Dave jumps out of the way as Goliath lands face first on the ground, before putting his hat back on. The Israelites are silent for a few seconds, until they start cheering for their victory and Dave's victory, throwing their hats in the air. The Philistines are shocked and they retreat in fear.)
Bob: (narrating) The Philistines were so scared of Dave that they all ran away and hid. And Israel was saved.
(The Israelites all go to congratulate and cheer for Dave for beating Goliath.)
Bob: (narrating) And that's the story of Dave, a really little guy who did a really big thing!
(Dave jumps onto his sheep and leaves, while King Saul, Jimmy, Jerry, Tom and the Israelites cry happily. The sun goes down while Dave's still riding the sheep, as the screen slowly irises out on Dave and the sheep, the sheep falls over while Dave's riding on it, before the screen completely irises out.)
After Dave and the Giant Pickle[]
Larry: That was great, Junior. Thanks.
Junior: No problem.
Bob: Yeah thanks, Junior. And now kids, I've got a little something I-
Larry: Uh, Bob?
Bob: Yeah?
Larry: I'm not done yet.
Bob: But-
Larry: I thought it would be a good idea to ask the kids of what they thought of the story too.
Bob: Here? Right now?
Larry: Don't be silly. I got them on tape. Roll Flim.
(Fades out to back)
Kid Interviews #1[]
(fades to a blonde baby carrot girl at a playground with a microphone in the background)
Kid #1: When people make you sad, you could think that in your mind that God knows that you're special because.. Because he made you. It doesn't matter what other people think it just matters what God thinks
(Cuts to a Pea Kid with Football helmet)
Kid #2: Um the little guy.. Uh Dave.. His brothers told him he was too little.
(cuts a Pea kid with pigtails in a sandbox)
Kid #3: He was feeling bad because his brothers were being very mean to him just because he was little.
(cuts back to the Pea kid with the football helmet)
Kid #2: When I need some help, God is with me. So when I need some help, God would help me do it. He'd teach me how to ride my bike and how to play baseball and basketball. Not the things God taught me how to do.
(cuts back to the Pea kid with Pigtails in the sandbox)
Kid #3: Even if you're little, you can still do big things.
(fades to black)
Belly Button[]
Larry (to the audience): Hi, everyone. This is Larry. Normally, this would be the time when the narrator comes on and says, "And now it's time for Silly Songs with Larry. The part of the show where Larry comes out and sings a Silly Song." But I've been thinking, and talking with the guys.
Mr. Lunt: And we've decided it's time to broaden our scopes, artistically.
Jimmy Gourd: Yeah, we're artists!
Junior: Word up! (photographer offscreen takes picture of Boyz in the Sink)
Larry: There's a time to be silly... (cuddles with manatee and throws it away)... and there's a time to be serious.
Mr. Lunt: It's time to open up your heart...
Jimmy Gourd: And show how you feel, artistically! (Photographer offscreen takes picture of Boyz in the Sink again)
Mr. Lunt: Cause we all have something to share...
(Boyz walk through hall and into waiting room. The nurse leads Mr. Lunt to office. Jimmy Gourd sits on sofa while Junior is also sitting on sofa reading a magazine. Larry is looking around. Mr. Lunt sits on examining bed)
Mr. Lunt: (singing) Baby, I know your eyes see right through my disguise.
Boyz: And no one can deny.
Mr. Lunt: Baby, that I'm the one whose love is no surprise.
Boyz: And he can't tell you no lie.
Mr. Lunt: But there's a secret I've been hidin', I can't keep it no more.
(Disco ball suddenly pops out of nowhere in waiting room)
Boyz: There's this thing about himself he's never told you before!
Mr. Lunt: Baby!
(The Boyz are suddenly transported to a bright room filled with spotlights and are wearing bright, fancy clothes. The Boyz dance around Mr. Lunt on a giant podium)
Boyz: He needs to tell you something!
Mr. Lunt: I don't got a belly button!
Boyz: No belly button!
Mr. Lunt: Oh, I need to tell you something!
Boyz: Have you figured out he don't got a belly button?
Mr. Lunt and Boyz: Belly button, no! Oh, no no!
(The Boyz are transported back to the hospital. Nurse prepares and approaches Mr. Lunt with a blood pressure taker pump)
Mr. Lunt: Baby, please don't squeal. Just tell me how you feel.
Boyz: Cause his love is for real.
(Nurse squeezes Mr. Lunt with the pump)
Mr. Lunt: (Voice breaking) And if you went away, my heart would never heal.
Boyz: So, to you, he appeals.
Mr. Lunt: There's something missing in my middle, and it's hard to ignore.
(Mr. Lunt's body is now being pumped like a balloon and is now extremely massive and dilated, but the nurse continues to blow him up. The Boyz appear out of nowhere from around the exam table)
Boyz: There's this thing about himself he's never told you before!
(Mr. Lunt is now severely inflated and is struggling)
Mr. Lunt: Baby!
(The Boyz are now transported into a flashy tube hall full of lights. noticeably, the hoops are in the shape of Jerry Gourd)
Boyz: He needs to tell you something!
Mr. Lunt: I don't got a bellybutton!
Boyz: Belly button!
Mr. Lunt: Oh, I need to tell you something!
Boyz: Have you figured out? He don't got a bellybutton!
Mr. Lunt and Boyz: Bellybutton, no! Oh, no no!
(Boyz walks into office. Dr. Khalil comes in)
Khalil: Bellybutton?
Boyz: Uh-uh.
Khalil: Bellybutton?
Boyz: Uh-uh!
(Khalil slides on the stool and onto the bed next to Mr. Lunt)
Khalil: You say your bellybutton's missing?
There's no reason for alarm.
It's a common thing for gourds.
It won't (with Boyz) do you any harm!
You're technically a fruit.
And with that much being said,
(Khalil pull out gourd anatomy poster)
your umbilical equivocal is up there on your head!
You could opt for a prosthetic,
but of course, you'd have to know.
It'd be covered by your (with Boyz) Shirt!
But not your HMO!
Boyz: Bellybutton! (Nurse comes in with broom)
Khalil: Uh-uh!
Boyz: Bellybutton!
Khalil: Uh-uh! (Nurse chases Boyz and Dr. Khalil out of office)
Mr. Lunt: A stylish something absent from my midriff's décor.
Boyz: There's this thing about himself he's never told you before!
Mr. Lunt: Baby!
Boyz: He needs to tell you something!
Mr. Lunt: I don't got a bellybutton!!!!
Boyz: Belly button!
Mr. Lunt: Oh, I need to tell you something!
Boyz: Have you figured out? He don't got a bellybutton!
Mr. Lunt and Boyz: Bellybutton, no! Oh, no no!
No bellybutton!
(nurse leaves office angrily and tosses her clipboard and pen)
Mr. Lunt: Do I at least get a lollipop?
After Belly Button[]
Bob: Wow, that was great, Larry.
Larry: Thanks, Bob! Now, I have a little something about... Bob!
Bob: Oh! Is it my turn?
Larry: Uh no. I didn't say by Bob. I said about Bob.
Bob: What?
Larry: I dug up that story of your vacation last summer.
Bob: You didn't..
Larry: Come on, we all learned a lesson from that one.
Bob: Eh yea but-
Larry: Roll flim!
Bob: uuuh.
(fades out to back)
Bob’s Vacation[]
(We fade into the front of Bob's house. the title card appears then fades, as Bob and Larry hop up to it. Larry's dragging a giant sack along with him.)
Larry: C'mon, Bob! Hurry or you'll miss your bus!
Bob: Thanks for watching the house while I'm on vacation, Larry.
Larry: Oh, I'll take care of everything! Watering your plants, doing your laundry here, and-
Bob: Oh-ho-ho! That's not laundry, that's the fan mail you need to answer while I'm gone.
Larry: ...fan mail?
(Larry turns the sack around to reveal tons of letters overflowing.)
Larry: Me? Alone? All of it?!
Bob: You sure you still wanna go through with this?
Larry: Uh...yeah, sure.
(Bob and Larry enter the house.)
Larry: It's just I never did this all alone before.
Bob: Oh, you'll be fine! We've done this together dozens of times. Just keep 'em short and sweet. You'll be done in no time!
Larry: I guess.
(Bob hands Larry a piece of paper, as he goes back and forth grabbing things he'll be taking.)
Bob: Here's my list.
Larry: Your list?
Bob: Raymond likes indirect light and only needs a misting. Everyone else gets a good drenching on odd days.
Larry: Raymond?
Bob: My fern...plant food is in the pantry. Phone numbers are on the list. Oh, I forgot my sunblock! I have sensitive skin.
(The phone rings.)
Bob: (O.S.) Could you get that?
Larry: Okay. (picks up phone) Hello? No, it's me, Larry.
Madame Blueberry: Oh hi, Larry. Where's Bob?
Larry: Vacation. I'm gonna water his plants.
Madame Blueberry: Oui. Raymond is particular about his light, y'know.
Larry: So I hear.
Madame Blueberry: Can you ask Bob if I got any mail this week?
Larry: Actually, you can ask me! I'm gonna answer the mail by myself this time.
Madame Blueberry: Oh, how exciting! You will do a great job, I know. By the way, will you need help with the watering? I can send over my gardener.
(Pan out to reveal a pea gardener with giant pruning shears.)
Larry: Nah, I won't need him. I can handle it just fine.
(Unbeknownst to Larry, Bob is behind him, listening to him talk on the phone. Because he can't hear Madame Blueberry, he thinks Larry is talking about himself, which upsets him.)
Bob: ...he won't need me?
Madame Blueberry: Are you quite certain? Raymond is no ordinary house plant.
Larry: Oh, please! He's not so special. It'll be a cinch!
(Hearing this upsets Bob even more.)
Bob: ..not special?
Larry: Later! (hangs up the phone) Oh, hi Bob! You all set?
Bob: I guess so...
Larry: Well, have a good time!
(Bob's about to head out the door.)
Bob: Yeah...uh, Larry, if you have any questions you can call me on my cell, y'know?
Larry: Aw, you don't want that, vacation and all, I'll have everything under control!
Bob: (whispering to self) I don't believe it. After all this time, you think you know a guy!
Larry: Well, hasta luego...
(Bob slams the door behind him, confusing Larry.)
Larry: ...amigo?
(Bob storms through the door.)
Bob: I'll have you know I am no ordinary tomato!!
(Bob slams the door again.)
Larry: That was weird. Guess he really does need that vacation!
(The mail sack tips over a bit, spilling out letters. We then cut to Bob on his way to the bus stop, angry and upset.)
Bob: Not special? Me? Not special?! Everyone knows I'm special!....why would Larry think I'm not?
(Suddenly, he notices two carrot ladies are running towards him.)
Carrot Ladies: There he is! Aaaah! There he is! Oh, I can't wait!!
Bob: Oh, I'll be happy to autograph your-
(Bob takes out a pen, but then notices that the carrot ladies are actually running towards an ice cream stand right next to him.)
Bob: ...ice cream?
Carrot Lady #1: I'll have a Fudge Banana Swirl!
Carrot Lady #2: Make mine a Pistachio Popper!
Bob: (sighs)
(The first carrot lady walks up to him.)
Carrot Lady #1: Excuse me, I hate to be a bother, but-
Bob: (pulling out pen) Oh, it's no bother! I get this all the time.
Carrot Lady #2: But do you have change?
Bob: ..wha?
Ice Cream Vendor (Scallion #1): I'm running a bit low.
Bob: Me too. (sighs) Maybe Larry's right, maybe I'm not so special after all...
(Fade to black. Then, we fade in to Larry responding to a letter.)
Larry: "...and next time, keep it in the fridge instead of under it. Remember, God made you special, and He loves you very much! Your friend, Larry." (puts away the letter, then picks up another one) "Dear Bob and Larry, my dog has....fleas"? Man, I'm never gonna get finished!
(The phone rings, and Larry hops to it and picks it up.)
Larry: Hello?
Jimmy: Hi, Bob!
Larry: (annoyed) No, it's me, Larry.
Jimmy: Oh, I mean hi Larry!
Larry: Oh, hi Jimmy! Whatcha up to?
Jimmy: Well, we were wondering if you could think of something to do. We're getting a little bored, y'know?
(Suddenly, looking at the mail sack, Larry gets an idea.)
Larry: Hey, I have an idea! You wanna come over and help me answer the fan mail?
Jimmy: Can I bring Jerry?
Larry: Sure, bring Jerry! Later.
(As soon as Larry hangs up the phone, the doorbell rings. Larry opens it and sees Jimmy.)
Jimmy: Hi!
Larry: Woah, that was quick!
Jimmy: Uh, we brought some friends.
(Several veggies walk in, including Jerry, Scooter, Annie, and Laura.)
Larry: That's okay, uh, the more the merrier. Heh-heh...
Annie: Where's the mail? I like writing letters.
Jimmy: (gasps) I've got an idea! How 'bout some popcorn?
Scooter: Aye, popcorn would make this a real party!
Larry: Um, well that sounds like fun, but c'mon, this isn't my house. I don't think we should.
Scooter: Perhaps he's right.
Jimmy: What were we thinking?
Scooter: Popcorn would spoil our appetites.
Jimmy: We should order pizza!
(Everyone cheers as Scooter goes over to the phone to order.)
Scooter: Hooray! This is great! I love Pizza! I'm gonna need seven larges with extra cheese!
Larry: Hey, that's too many!
Scooter: Then let's invite more people! (Gives the phone to Larry who's shocked)
(Everyone cheers again, leaving Larry too stressed and nervous to talk. We then cut to Bob relaxing by the poolside, still upset.)
Bob: Larry thinks I'm not special. I know I'm not the flashiest tomato, but folks still like me.
(A bartender (Charlie Pincher) walks up to Bob with lemonade and a snow-globe on a tray.)
Charlie: Your lemonade, sir.
Bob: You like me, right?
Charlie: Pardon me?
Bob: Um, I mean, I might be a little high-strung, but I'm basically a likable fellow, aren't I?
Charlie: Have we met, sir?
Bob: You have no idea who I am?
Charlie: Can't say as I do.
Bob: (sighs) Maybe I'm not so special.
Charlie: Now hold on right there, sir! I think you're a wee bit confused. You think you're not special because I don't know ya?
Bob: But I'm Bob, y'know, Bob the Tomato? I'm special!
(Charlie glares at him.)
Bob: (sighs) At least I thought I was.
Charlie: Take a gander here.
(Charlie hands Bob the snow-globe, but quickly holds it back.)
Charlie: It's, um, from the gift shop....$7.95.
Bob: Charge it to my room.
Charlie: You see, we're all kinda like snowflakes.
Bob: I don't follow you.
Charlie: Look closer, lad.
(Charlie shakes the snow-globe, sending hundreds of snowflakes flying inside.)
Bob: Wow!
Charlie: Did you ever see a picture of a snowflake?
Bob: Yeah, they're all different from each other.
Charlie: Millions and millions of 'em, each one different. Ya might say they're special. Now, when they're all laying out on a hillside, it's hard to tell 'em apart. None of 'em stand out, do they?
Bob: Well, no.
Charlie: Does that make them less special?
Bob: No, I guess not.
Charlie: Y'see, God made each one us special, and He loves us very much. I heard that from a very wise tomato. Feeling better?
Bob: (on the verge of tears) Mhm.
Charlie: Learned a lesson?
Bob: (sniffles) Mhm!
Charlie: I think, when you go home, you'll find that your friends have been pining for your return.
Bob: You're right, I'm cutting my vacation short!
(Bob grabs his suitcase and walks off.)
Charlie: There goes a happy tomato. A lousy tipper, but a happy tomato.
(Bob comes back and grabs his lemonade, then walks off again. We then cut back to Bob's house, as several veggies are answering letters and eating pizza, leaving Larry distressed.)
Larry: Oh no!
Madame Blueberry: Oh, look! A fan letter for me! I will answer this one myself.
Larry: Yeah. Oh man, c'mon, guys, I think you should go home now. This isn't my house. Could you use a coaster over there? Madame, the brie cheese is getting all over the thing.
(Madame Blueberry's gardener gets ready to trim Raymond. Eventually, Larry has had enough.)
Larry: Um, everyone! (the music stops) Look, I think it's great that we all got together, but, y'know, we don't really have permission to be having a party here. So, maybe we could just clean up the mess and move all the fun over to my house.
(Everyone cheers as they start packing everything up. Madame Blueberry passes the letters to Scooter, who passes them to Annie, then Laura, who finally puts them back in the mail bag. But as soon as she does, Jean Claude, who was accidentally put in the bag, pops out. As Philippe goes to put all the pizza boxes away, Jimmy secretly takes a slice out of the highest one and he's about to eat it, but Larry looks at him with an angry look. Jimmy gets nervous and hops away, then Raymond opens his shears, about to cut a plant, but Larry's jaw dropped as he sees it, then he shakes his head "no" Raymond nervously hides his shears behind his back. Finally, we cut to Jerry picking up all the drinks)
Larry: Maybe I can get this all cleaned up before Bob-
(Larry opens the door, only to see Bob with his suitcase. Everyone's silent.)
Larry: Uh....surprise?
(Everyone decides to go with that.)
All: Surprise!!
Bob: A party? For me? Oh guys, you don't know what this means to me.
(A pea with several pizza boxes stacked on his head dashes by.)
Bob: So, Larry, do you really think I'm not so special?
Larry: What?
Bob: I heard you on the phone.
Larry: Wha....oh, that! I was talking about your fern!
Bob: What? Raymond? Oh...
Larry: I'd never say you're not special, Bob. You're my best friend!
Bob: Ha, ha, oh never-mind. I'm so embarrassed.
Larry: You're not the only one. Bob, this isn't really what it looks like. I'm sorry, I was trying to work on the letters, but I needed help and then one thing led to another, and before I knew it there was a house full of people and pizza and brie cheese-
Bob: It's okay, Larry. It could've happened to anybody.
Larry: Really?
(Bob starts to nod, but then a large stack of peas and pizza boxes comes tumbling by.)
Bob: Well, no. This could only happen to me.
(Bob's cellphone starts ringing.)
Bob: Oh, that's my cell. (answers) Hello? Oh, hey Larry it's QWERTY! He says he's got a verse for us. "You created the deepest parts of my being. You put me together inside my mothers body. Psalms 139:13".
Larry: See, Bob? God made everyone special!
Bob: And He loves them very much.
(fades out to back)
After Bob’s Vacation[]
Mr. Lunt: Oh wonderful production, you guys.
Archibald: A fine lesson learned.
Mr. Lunt: Very Enjoyable.
Pa Grape: I love a great deal of pizza.
Larry: See? Now that wasn't so bad, was it?
Bob: I guess not. But you know I still have pizza stains on my sofa.
Larry: Ah... Well! Now it's time to hear from Jimmy and Jerry Gourd!
(Camera now pans to Jimmy and Jerry Gourd with lunch trays)
Larry: (O.S.) Pssst. Jimmy, Jerry, you're next!
Jimmy: Well, we're waiting.
Larry: (O.S) For what?
Jimmy: Where's the food?
Larry: (O.S) What food?
Jerry: I told ya this isn't the lunch line.
Jimmy: Shhh. Are you sure you don't have a little something to snack on?
Larry: Guys, you're supposed to tell us about a show that teaches us how god makes everyone special.
Jimmy: Oh that's easy! And that was when we were... Uh way back when... Sure you don't have something to eat? Not even a pretzel?
(Larry nods no)
Jerry: Um, tell them about our first show.
Jimmy: Oh yeah, we got to eat a lot on that show!
Jerry: No, I mean the other part.
Jimmy: Oh right. Well you see, it was our first show and we were kinda worried that nobody would like us.
Jerry: Which was kinda funny.
Jimmy: Because the story was about two guys that nobody really liked at first.
Jerry: Until...
Jimmy: Until they realized just how special we were.
(Fades out to black)
Jimmy: (O.S) You got any cheese wits?
The Gourds Must Be Crazy![]
(The camera fades to Junior's house, as the camera pans across some photos on the wall.)
Dad: (O.S) So is there anyone else you would like to invite to your birthday party?
Junior: (O.S) Um... Let's see... Don't forget Louie! Oh, and Marsha! (camera fades to Junior's bedroom) I think that's it.
Dad: Are you forgetting anyone else?
Junior: Nope. I don't think so.
Dad: What about Fernando? I bet he'd like to come.
Junior: No, not Fernando.
Dad: Why not?
Junior: Well, he just moved here. So I don't know him very well. Besides, he talks kind of funny.
Dad: Now Junior, he doesn't talk funny. He just talks different. His family's from another country.
Junior: Yeah, I know. It still sounds funny.
Dad: You know Junior, God wants us to love everybody, not just the people that are like us. So we need to accept others just the way they are. Besides, we can learn a lot from people who are different from us.
Junior: (tucks into his bed) Yeah, I suppose.
Dad: I'll tell you what. You think about it and in the morning, we'll talk some more, okay?
Junior: Okay.
Dad: Good night, Junior.
Junior: Good night, Dad.
(Junior's window opens with a flash of light. A spaceship comes in and lands on the floor. And out of the ship comes Bob and Larry. The following dialogue is reminiscent of the first episode.)
Junior: Aah! Who are you?
Bob: I'm Bob. I'm a tomato and I need your help!
Junior: (directly at the camera) Whoa, déjà vu. (at Larry, noticing the chocolate bar stuck on his helmet) Um... What's he got on his space helmet?
Bob: Huh? What do you mean? Larry!
Larry: What?
Bob: How many times have I told you not to eat while wearing your helmet?
Larry: Oh. Sorry. (Tries shaking it off, tries biting it off, then nudges it off)
Bob: Ahem... We need your help, Junior! (a hologram showing another spaceship pops out of the small ship.) Our starship, the USS Applepies, is in great danger!
Junior: Oh, really? Tell me more!
Bob: In just eight minutes, the ship and its crew will be smashed to bits by a giant meteor!
(On the hologram, a meteor is shown approaching the ship.)
Junior: Good heavens! Well, can't you just move the ship out of the way?
Bob: That's just it. The Applepies is completely without power! Dead in the water! She can't budge an inch!
Larry: She's stuck.
Junior: Oh dear. Well gee, how can I help?
Bob: Didn't you minor in aero-space technology at the happy tots preschool?
Junior: Why yes! Yes I did!
Larry: What did you major in?
Bob: That's not important now.
Junior: Play-Doh.
Larry: (gasps) Me too!
Bob: No time for chit-chat! Junior, only you can save the Applepies! Lt. Larry, the shrinker beam!
Larry: Aye-aye, captain Bob!
(The spaceship shrinks Bob, Larry and Junior and takes off into outer space.)
Junior: Um, I think my helmet's on backwards.
(The ship flies out of the room and into space. Cut to the USS Applepies)
Bob: There it is, the USS Applepies. When we get on board, you'll be greeted by ship's engineer Scooter, then you can get to work fixing the power.
Junior: Okay!
(Inside the elevator, the music from the "Forgive-O-Matic" segment plays. The elevator reaches the bridge, the door opens, and a Scottish carrot named Scooter greets them.)
Scooter: Ah, Captain! You're returned!
Bob: Hello, Scooter. Any luck?
Scooter: I'm afraid not, Captain. The engines have got no power. And we've only 5 minutes until the meteor smashes us to bits.
Junior: How many people are on the ship?
Scooter: 364!
Junior: And how many escape pods are there?
Scooter: 2!
Junior: Drat! How much do you know about this meteor?
Scooter: Funny you should mention it. Our sensors just determined that the meteor is made entirely out of...
Bob: What? Out of what?
Scooter: Popcorn!
(They gasp)
Junior: A popcorn ball meteor.
Bob: The worst kind.
Larry: Um, would that be caramel or cheese? Because I don't like that cheese stuff very much. It gets stuck on my tooth.
Scooter: It makes precious little difference when it hits ye at 5,000 miles an hour!
Larry: Ah, good point.
(Junior turns his attention to two gourds singing. They are known as Jimmy and Jerry Gourd.)
Jimmy and Jerry: Meet me in St. Louis, Louis.
Meet me at the fair.
Don't tell me the lights are shining
Any place but there,
Junior: Hey, who are those guys?
Scooter: Oh, never mind them. They're the new guys.
Jimmy and Jerry: We will dance the hootchie-cootchie.
I will be your tootsie-wootsie.
Meet me in St. Louis.
I'll be waiting there.
Junior: Well, maybe they have some ideas.
Scooter: What? Not the new guys! They don't know anything! All they do is sing and eat, eat and sing! Between you and me, I think they're crazy!
Junior: Oh!
Jimmy and Jerry: We will dance the hootchie-cootchie.
I will be your tootsie-wootsie.
Meet me in St. Louis.
I'll be waiting there.
(Junior approaches the two gourds.)
Junior: Hi, I'm Junior.
Jimmy: I'm Jimmy Gourd!
Jerry: I'm Jerry Gourd!
Jimmy: We're the new guys.
Junior: So, why do you sing all the time?
Jimmy: Why don't you?
Junior: Because it's weird, I mean different.
Jimmy: You know, sometimes, differences can be good, if we just take the time to get to know each other.
Junior: Yeah, maybe. So, why do you eat so much?
Jimmy: We're hungry, I guess.
Jerry: It's our metabolism, or something.
Jimmy: You know, sometimes, I think I could eat a whole bus.
Jerry: Yeah? Well, sometimes, I think I could eat a whole spaceship!
Jimmy: Oh yeah? Well, sometimes I think I could eat a whole planet! (echoing) Planet! Planet! Planet!
Jerry: (offscreen) Yeah? Well, I could eat a rooster, a refrigerator, and Mars!
Junior: Scooter, how many escape pods did you say there were?
Jimmy: (offscreen) Well, I could eat... your Mars and rinse it with... Jupiter!
Scooter: 2!
Junior: Jimmy! Did you mean what you said about eating a whole planet?
Jimmy: Well sure, but-
Junior: How would you guys like to save the ship?
Jimmy: Gosh, that'd be swell!
Junior: Grab the gourds!
(Larry, Bob, Scooter and Junior are holding Jimmy and Jerry while space laser noises can be heard. Junior and Scooter put Jerry inside the space pod while Bob and Larry put Jimmy in the other space pod. The space pod doors close.)
Jimmy: So then, we'll just stay here?
(Jimmy and Jerry pop out of the USS Applepies in escape pods)
Jerry: Hey, it's kind like a field trip, or something.
(As Jimmy and Jerry fly away from the ship, Bob, Larry, Junior and Scooter look at the time.)
Bob: Only 2 minutes left. I hope this works.
Jimmy and Jerry: Do you know the Muffin Man?
The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man.
Do you know the Muffin Man?
He lives on Drury Lane.
Jerry: I bet I could eat all his muffins.
Jimmy: Oh, well, I bet I could eat all his muffins, and his house. Yeah.
(Jimmy and Jerry approach the popcorn meteor.)
Jerry: Hey look, some kind of a planet or something! Hey! Maybe that's where the Muffin Man lives!
Jimmy: Uh no, Jerry, he lives on Drury Lane.
Jerry: Oh yeah.
(Jimmy and Jerry crash into the popcorn meteor. Fortunately, they survive.)
Jimmy: Hey, what is this stuff? It's popcorn!
Jimmy and Jerry: Let's eat it!
(Jimmy and Jerry eat the popcorn, as crunching sounds are heard. Cut back to Larry, Bob, Junior and Scooter.)
Scooter: Do you think it's possible?
Junior: If anyone can do it. They can!
(The popcorn approaches the ship as four of them freak out for one time, two times, three times, four of them duck down under the control panel. When Scooter and Larry pops out, the timer shows 10 seconds.)
Bob: Only 10 seconds left, I sure hope those gourds were hungry. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Incoming!
(Everyone freaks out for the imminent disaster as we're treated to a loud squeaking noise. Suddenly, Jimmy and Jerry come back and hit the window.)
Jimmy: No more for me, thanks. I'm full. (Burps) Excuse me.
Bob: Get 'em in here!
(After the gourds are brought back inside the ship, everyone celebrates. Marching band music is heard playing and everyone cheers.)
All: Yay! Yeah, Gourds! Whoo! Way to go! Hooray!
Bob: You saved the ship!
Jimmy: Oh, it was nothing.
Scooter: Nothing? Your telling me saving 364 lives by rapidly consuming 14,000 metric tons of popcorn is nothing?
Jimmy: Well, I guess maybe it's a little something.
Scooter: And to think I couldn't be your friend because you're different. Why, if you weren't different, none of us would be here right now.
Jerry: Hey guys, look at this! Well, I got a little bit hungry. So, I was just snacking on this end table, when I saw this.
(Shows an electric cord that is unplugged. Everyone gasps.)
Jerry: It's some kind of electrical plug, or something.
Junior: Plug it in!
(Jerry plugs it in, and the lights turn on. Everyone cheers.)
Scooter: Why didn't I think of that? You two are really something else.
Jimmy: You know, that kind of reminds me of a song. Hit it boys!
Have you ever seen a boy with funny clothes?
A girl with braces on her teeth or freckles on her nose?
Some kids call them oddballs, some kids call them weird.
Jerry: Is it my imagination, or does Aunt Ruth have a beard?
Jimmy: God makes lots of people in all colors, shapes and sizes.
He loves them very much and what we need to realize is
that calling people names because they're different is wrong.
Instead, we need to look on them in love and sing this song...
Jimmy and Jerry: I can be your friend!
I can be your friend!
Any day, in any weather
we can be friends and play together!
Bob: Yeah, we're all pretty different. Some are skinny, some are stout!
Larry: But the inside is the part that we're supposed to care about!
Scooter: Aye! That's where we got feelings that are very much the same!
Junior: And so instead of weirdo, I think friend's a better name!
Everybody: I can be your friend!
Jimmy and Jerry: La La La!
Everybody: I can be your friend!
Jimmy and Jerry: La La La!
Everybody: If your hair is red or yellow, we can have lunch.
Junior/Everybody: I'll share my Jello!
(The song continues as the little spaceship flies around the USS Applepies.)
Everybody: I can be your friend!
Jimmy and Jerry: La La La!
Everybody: I can be your friend!
Jimmy and Jerry: La La La!
Everybody: It's okay if we are different we can still play, because I can be your friend!
(The Spaceship brings Junior back home from outer space, and then the spaceship leaves the room.)
Junior: Dad! Dad! Come quick!
Dad: What is it? Is something wrong?
Junior: Uh no. I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to invite Fernando to my party after all.
Dad: Really? That was quick. What made you change your mind?
Junior: Well you know, being different can be good. Like maybe if my party is about to be smashed by a giant popcorn ball meteor, Fernando could eat it! Or maybe if the slime monster shows up and squirts all over from us, Fernando could maybe blast it with his x-ray eyes.
Dad: Well, I don't think Fernando can do those kinds of things. But I bet you could teach about his country, and show you the kind of foods he likes to eat. Who knows, you might like it.
Junior: Yeah, that sounds fun!
Dad: I'm sure I'm proud of you for making the right decision. Well, it's time for sleeping. I love you, little mister.
Junior: I love you, big mister!
Dad: See you tomorrow.
Junior: Okay.
(As Junior sits in his bed, the spaceship comes back.)
Junior: What? What is it now?
Bob: Um, well, Lt. Larry here dropped our map right out of the spaceship.
Larry: Sorry.
Bob: And um, we were wondering if you could just give us directions to the freeway? I think we can make it from there.
Junior: Out the window, down the street, left at Mr. Slushy.
Bob: Great. Thanks.
(The spaceship leaves the room as Bob and Larry argue about directions.)
Larry: That's what I said. I said left at Mr. Slushy.
Bob: Oh no, you said right. I distinctly remembering you saying right at Mr. Slushy!
Larry: Why would I say that? That'd be... that'd be crazy! I'm kind of thirsty. Can we stop at Mr. Slushy?
Bob: No! We need that money for tolls!
(fades to black)
Kid Interviews #2[]
(fades to the playground with a brown-haired baby carrot kid with glasses)
Kid #4: I think outer space would be like.. there's meteorites, comets, asteroids.
(cuts to a brown-haired Pea kid on the slide)
Kid #5: There's the popcorn major and it's about to hit this U.S.S Applepies.
(cuts a cucumber kid with red hat and a yellow shirt on a roundabout)
Kid #6: If a big meteor was coming at my ship, I would want it to made out of broccoli and cheese.
(cuts to two kids on swings)
Kid #7 (Dirk Evert): If I had to eat a meteor, I would hope it would be made out of hot dogs..
(Cuts back to Kid #6 on the roundabout)
Kid #6: And chicken wings!
(cuts back to the two kids on swings)
Kid #8: I wish it would be made out of giant raspberries. They're so juicy and sweet. And then when you bite into it, the seeds pop. I love it. Tee-hee.
(cuts back to the Pea kid on the slide)
Kid #5: It doesn't matter if they're different or something because I mean people like different from other people. It isn't like everyone's the same because that would be kinda of weird. Heh
(cuts back to the playground with the baby carrot kid with glasses)
Kid #4: Even though someone's different in God's eyes, he's special.
(fades to black)
The Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps[]
(fades in to reveal the Silly songs with Larry title card)
Silly Song Announcer: (reused from The Hairbrush song) And now it's time for silly songs with Larry, the part of the show, where Larry comes out and sings a silly song.
(It crossfades to The Scallions and Frankencelery as a quartet, standing on the countertop in front of a freestanding red curtain with and a single microphone in front.)
Quartet Singers: Mmmmmmmmm …
There lived a man so long ago his memory's but faint,
Was not admired, did not inspire like president or saint.
But people came from far and near with their afflicted pets,
For a special cure they knew for sure
Wouldn't come from other vets.
Whooooooooa …
(The camera whip pans over to a set made to look like an Alpine veterinarian’s hospital examination room. As seen in the title card, a penguin with blue feet lays on the examination table in front of his worried owner, Junior Asparagus. Looking on is Pa Grape as the nurse and Larry as the veterinarian.)
Larry: This is a song for your poor sick penguin.
He's got a fever! And his toes are blue.
But if I sing to your poor sick penguin,
He will feel better in a day or two!
Yodel-leh-hee Yodel-leh-hee Yodel-leh-hoo!
Yodel-leh-hee Yodel-leh-hee Yodel-eee-ooo!
Yodel-leh-hee Yodel-leh-hee Yodel-eee-ooo!
Ya-de Ya-de Ya-de Ya-de Ya-de-ooo!
(The penguin sneezes and spits out his thermometer.)
Pa Grape: (to Junior) He's gone a little loopy, in case you haven't heard.
Here's a couple penicillin for your sickly arctic bird.
(Pa Grape gives Junior a bottle of penicillin. The camera whip pans back over to the Quartet.)
Quartet Singers: Mmmmmmmmm…
No skeptic could explain just how, nor could one oft rebut
The wondrous deeds that went on in that little alpine hut!
Some would stand in silence while some just scratched their scalps,
For the curious ways of the Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps!
Whooooooooa…
(The camera whip pans back to vet’s office. Pa Grape is on the phone.)
Pa Grape: Good news on the penguin, Doc. … He's up and kicking!
(A pregnant cat is sitting on the examination table now, with its owner, Bob, looking on.)
Kitty: Meow.
Larry: This is a song for your pregnant kitty.
She's looking nauseous! And a week past due.
But if I sing to your pregnant kitty,
She will feel better in a day or two!
Yodel-leh-hee yodel-leh-hee yodel-leh-hoo!
Yodel-leh-hee Yodel-ye-dee Yodel-dee-ooo!
Yo-didly-ayee Yo-eee-aye-ooo Yodel-aye-ooo!
Yada Yada Yada Yada Ya-ga-doo!
(The pregnant cat jerks with a slight hiss as if she felt a kitten kick in her belly.)
Pa Grape: (to Bob) Jump in your car,
Drive into the city.
Buy a jug of milk,
For your nauseated kitty.
(Pa Grape hands Bob a coupon for milk. Camera whip pans back to the Quartet again.)
Quartet Singers: Mmmmmmmmm…
The practice grew, their profits flew,
Until one fateful day.
When the nurse who did assist the doc
Asked for a raise in pay.
The doctor pondered this a while,
Sat back and scratched his scalp.
Then said:
Larry: No way, Jose!
Quartet Singers: To the Nurse of the Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps!
Whooooooooa…
(The camera whip pans back to the vet’s office. Pa Grape is on the phone again, this time much more perturbed.)
Pa Grape: Good news on the kitty Doc. ... She's feelin' great … 6 kittens … named one after you …
(The camera pulls back to reveal a large grizzly bear covered in bear traps sitting on the examination table, with his owner, Percy, looking on. The bear roars.)
Larry: This is a song for your bear-trapped teddy.
He looks uncomfy, think I'd be too.
But if I sing to your bear-trapped teddy,
He will feel better in a day or two.
Yodel-leh-hee Yodel-leh-hee Yodel-leh-hoo!
Yodel-yeh-hee O-la-hee Oly-ooo!
Yodel-leh-hee Yodel-leh-hoo Layo-lay-hoo!
Yodel-leh-hee Yaba-daba Yaba-doo!
(The bear looks to the camera, unimpressed. He roars out in anger and pain.)
Pa Grape: Oh yeah … That'll work. … He's good.
(The bear continues to roar over Larry’s yodeling.)
Larry: Yodel-leh-hee! Yodel-leh-hoo!
No, wait, this should work …
Yodel-leh-hee! Yodel-leh-hoo! Yodel-leh-hoo!
Ooo! Yodel-hoo!
(The camera slowly pans to the Quartet as crashing and smashing noises are heard offscreen.)
Quartet Singers: Mmmmmmmmm…
Now the moral of our story,
It's the point we hope we've made …
When you go a little loopy —
Better keep your nurse well paid!
(Larry runs back and forth in front of the Quartet being chased by the bear.)
Larry: Yodel-leh-hee!
Yodel-leh-hoo!
Yodel odle odle aye de
Aye de ooo-ooo-ooo!
Quartet Singers: Oh!
Some would stand in silence while some just scratched their scalps,
For the curious ways of the Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps!
(The camera pulls out to reveal the entire set in shambles. Larry is seen behind the debris, still running from the bear.)
Larry: Yodel-hoo!
(Iris out.)
After The Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps[]
(Fades back to the countertop)
Larry: Well Bob, now's the time for- Uh, Bob? Where did Bob go? Bob!
Jean-Claude: Bob!
Phillipe: Bob!
Jean-Claude: Ello Bob?
(Everyone calls out for Bob, and looks around for him)
Bob: (hopping to Larry) Over here, Larry. (he now has a book with him) I had to run and get something
Larry: Oh good. Well, I'm almost done so now would be a good time to show what you got planned.
Bob: Well thanks, buddy. You've been going a really great job. Do you guys remember the snoodles?
Mr. Lunt: Oh yea. Don't they have hair like french poodles?
Bob: That's right. This is one of my books. And if you don't mind, I like to read it to you.
(he opens the book and begins reading the story)
A Snoodle’s Tale[]
Bob: (Just like The Story of Flibber-o-Loo, this story is told in rhyme. In the beginning of the story, we see illustrations of the land where the story is set.) Far, Far away in the land of Galoots, where the biggle-bag trees bear their biggle-bag fruits, and far-lily bushes all blossom in yellow, and thimbuttle plants squirt snooberry Jell-o...Here where the rocky mountains of rocky-ma-goo rise high o'er the meadows of glida-manjoo, where sunsets are painted with purple and blue, you'll find a small town, not much bigger than you. Welcome to Snoodleburg, a home of the snoodles! (We see the inhabitants doing as Bob describes.) A curious folk who eat pancakes with noodles and spend half their days making sketches and doodles and cutting their hair into shapes like French poodles. (We are shown the clock tower in the center of town.) Now, right in the heart of this curious town, is a curious building--the tallest around! With a clock at a top and a chute at its bottom, 'tis pink in the Spring and turns red in the Autumn. But weirder by far than its color or height is what happens there every 4th Tuesday night. As strange as it seems, it has been demonstrated that snoodles aren't born, but rather, "created." (Cut to the tower as it strikes 9:15.) Every 4th Tuesday at quarter past 9, the tower would shimmy and rattle and whine, and as the town nibbles on biggle-bag fruit, a shiny young Snoodle will drop from the chute! That's where they come from, though no one knows why, nor who could have built the great tower so high. These "mysteries of life" befuddled most Snoodles, who'd much rather focus on pancakes and noodles and cutting their hair into shapes like French poodle. Yes, most found the tower too noisy and strange until one small snoodle made all of that change. (A small blue snoodle slides down the chute.) This little snoodle was much like the others. He came without siblings, no sisters or brothers. He came with out money, a mom or a dad.
Snoodle-doo: Eh!
Bob: The pack on his back was all he had.
Snoodle-doo: This is peculiar.
Bob: The little guy said.
Snoodle-doo: I came from a chute and I fell on my head. What do I look like? What am I for?
Bob: He pondered those questions--and then thought of more.
Snoodle-doo: Checking my bag is a good place to start.
Bob: He pulled out some paints.
Snoodle-doo: Maybe I'm good at art!
Bob: The next thing he found was a Snoodle kazoo.
Snoodle-doo: Hey, what do you know, I can make music too!
Bob: Then back on his pack, he pulled a small string, and out from the sides popped two little wings!
Snoodle-doo: Amazing!
Bob: He said with a gleam in his eye.
Snoodle-doo: I can paint, play kazoo, and now I can fly! Wait 'til the others see all the great things I can do with my paints, my kazoo, and my wings!
Bob: So he packed up his paints and his snoodle kazoo, and he hopped off to show them all what he can do. There from the top of a short, stubby wall, the big snoodles heard the new, small snoodle cAll:
Snoodle-doo: Come watch me, you guys, as I head for the sky!
Bob: He straightened his wings with a gleam in his eye. Then he jumped and he flapped like the red-snoodered finches that fly from the plains to the peak of Mount Ginches. His flight, unlike theirs, covered only 12 inches.
(He falls after flying for only a few seconds.)
Snoodle-Lou: You call that flying?!
Snoodle-Noo: You think you're a bird?!
Snoodle-Moo: We've never seen anything quite so absurd!
Bob: The Old Snoodle snorted. He sniggered. He shook.
Snoodle-Moo: I'll paint you a picture to show how you looked!
Bob: The brush strokes were skillful. The colors were coolish. The story they told made the young one feel foolish.
Snoodle-Loo: Take it from us.
Bob: Said a Snoodle named Lou.
Snoodle-Loo: Flying just isn't what you're meant to do.
Bob: The Young Snoodle drooped. He felt his heart sag. The painting the old snoodle placed in his bag.
Snoodle-Moo: Carry this with you.
Bob: The Old Snoodle Said.
Snoodle-Moo: So visions of flying don't go to your head!
Bob: The weight on his back was as heavy as lead. So under the weight to the picture he bore. He hobbled along feeling lonely and sore. 'Til up far ahead on a bench near the tower. He spied a bright bundle of Far-Lily Flowers. His heart started lifting.
Snoodle-doo: What Beautiful Things.
Bob: Then he remembered.
Snoodle-doo: I've got more than wings.
Bob: So Quickly he dug the paints out of his pack, and hoped with art, maybe he'd have the knack!
Snoodle-doo: I did It!
Bob: He Yelled at the Snoodles in Town! Then Held up his Picture as they gathered around.
All: You Did It Alright!
Bob: Said the Snoodles replying!
Snoodle-Loo: You've shown you're no better at painting than flying.
Bob: Then one of them laughed, and while eating a waffle, he painted a picture that made him feel awful.
Snoodle-Moo: You're puny!
Snoodle-Lou: You're silly!
Snoodle-Noo: You're not all that smart!
Snoodle-Moo: You can't use your wings,
All: ...and you're no good at art! (Laughing)
Bob: That picture too, was placed in his pack, and made his heart slump just as low as his back.
Snoodle-doo: I'm ugly, I'm foolish, and so very small. I don't think I should be with snoodles at all. (Sniffs)
Bob: And so he decided to get out of town. His wings hung so low that they dragged on the ground. He walked pass the tower, and out of the city. He walk through the fields and thought,...
Snoodle-doo: My! This is pretty. The far-lily bushes all blooming in yellow, and thimbuttle plants squirting snooberry Jell-o. I might like it here.
Bob: Said the Small Snoodle Fellow. Then feeling some warmth coming back to his chest. He thought he would sit for a moment and rest. But try as he might to sit down with grace, the weight on his back knocked him flat on his face!
(he falls in a muddy ditch.)
Snoodle-Foo: Ha! That's a hoot!
Bob: Said a voice from behind. A farmer stood up with a thimbuddle vine.
Snoodle-Foo: Well you need a picture, my Snoodle-Burg-Bud. Lest you forget how you Look in the mud.
Bob: And so with an instant the picture was done, and placed in his backpack which now weight a ton! The poor snoodle struggled, he wobbled, he groaned, he stood to his feet, and he said with a moan.
Snoodle-doo: Is there anywhere I can be truly alone?
Bob: Just then overhead flew two red-snootered finches winging their way toward the peak of mount Ginches.
Snoodle-doo: I See!
Bob: Said the snoodle.
Snoodle-doo: Then that's what I'll do. The home for those finches will be my home, too.
(Snoodle-doo begins his journey up the mountain.)
Bob: So painfully, struggling under his pack, the small snoodle inched up the big mountain's back. He crawled over boulders in rain and in lightning. He trudged on and on though the journey was frightening. 'Til finally on Sunday at quarter past two, he spied all the meadows of Gilda-Manjoo, and realized he was on top of Mount Ginches, alone with the wind and his thoughts and the finches. He thought of the snoodles. He thought of the tower. He thought of the bell that would chime on the hour. He thought of his pack and his very long walk. He thought it so loudly, he heard his thoughts talk.
Old Man: Hello.
Bob: Said his thoughts.
Old Man: You've made quite a climb.
Snoodle-doo: That voice...
Bob: He remarked.
Snoodle-doo: ...doesn't sound much like mine.
Bob: Then he turned and he noticed he wasn't alone, for a man stood behind near a cave in the stone. He looked like a snoodle, though quite a bit bigger.
Snoodle-doo: Maybe a Giant!
Bob: The small snoodle figured.
Snoodle-doo: I'm going!
Bob: The snoodle boy said with a huff.
Snoodle-doo: And don't paint a picture! I've got quite enough!
Old Man: But first come inside.
Bob: The man said.
Old Man: Have some tea. I'm so very pleased that you're visiting me.
Bob: The snoodle boy stopped though he'd only gone inches and stared at the stranger he'd found on Mount Ginches. He didn't seem angry. In fact he looked kind. The poor little boy was confused.
Snoodle-doo: Are you blind?! I'm puny! I'm silly! I'm not all that smart! I can't use my wings and I'm no good at art!
Bob: The stranger leaned down with the pain in his heart.
Old Man: Who told you these things?
Bob: He asked.
Old Man: How do you know?
Snoodle-doo: These pictures I have in my pack tell me so.
Bob: The small snoodle sniffled and started to go.
Old Man: First, if you please, let me look at this art, that makes your pack heavy and weighs down your heart.
Bob: Then picture by picture, he unpacked the bag that bent the poor snoodle and made his wings sag.
Old Man: Dear boy,...
Bob: Said the man.
Old Man: These look nothing like you.
Bob: Then into the fire the pictures he threw, he rose from his chair saying,...
Old Man: Wait there. You'll see. But what you need most is a picture from me.
Bob: The snoodle sat patiently, sipping his tea. Then from the room in the back he returned and said,...
Old Man: Dear little snoodle, it's time that you learned, what you really look like.
Bob: Then he flew off the sheet, and what the boy saw, formed in right to his feet. The boy in the portrait looked older and strong, with wings on his back that were sturdy and long and a look in his eye both courageous and free!
Snoodle-doo: Sir,...
Bob: Asked the boy.
Snoodle-doo: Are you saying that's me? I'd like to believe it, but sir, I'm afraid to.
Old Man: But I know who you are,...
Bob: The man said.
Old Man: ...For I made you. I built the tower and set it in motion. I planted the meadow and put fish in the ocean. And I feed the finches. Though most snoodles doubt it. Not one them falls that I don't know about it. I've seen you fall down in the mud and the goo. I've seen all you've done and all you will do. I gave you your pack and your paints and your wings. I chose them for you. They're your Special things! The snoodle kazoo so you can sing about colors in Autumn or flowers in Spring! I gave you your brushes and hopes that you'd see, how using them, you can make pictures for me. Most of the snoodles,...
Bob: The old one said sadly.
Old Man: ...Just use their paints to make others feel badly.
Bob: The young snoodle pondered the things he'd been told. Then wondering something grew suddenly bold.
Snoodle-doo: But Sir, if you made this incredible land, can't you make snoodles obey your command?
Bob: The big one smiled warmly. Then said to small.
Old Man: A gift that's demanded is no gift at all.
Bob: With that the small snoodle reached into his pack, and pulled out the picture he made ten miles back.
Snoodle-doo: They're Far-lily, sir, from over the bridge.
Bob: The old one beamed bright and said,...
Old Man: That's for my Fridge!
Bob: After the small snoodle's picture was hung, the old one bent down to the face of the young. He said,...
Old Man: Here's what you look like. Here's how I see you. Keep this in your pack and we'll find it will free you from all of the pictures and all of the lies that others made up just to cut down your size. At lastly, your wings. You know what they're for. But not just to fly son. I want you to soar!
Snoodle-doo: But Sir,...
Bob: Said the snoodle.
Snoodle-doo: How can I fly? This picture is so big, I won't get very high.
Old Man: But this picture's special. It's bigger! And it's brighter! Carry it close and I think you'll feel lighter.
Bob: As soon as he heard it, the snoodle looked down, and noticed that he was an inch off the ground! He laughed, and he leaped, and he flew from the cave, feeling now older and stronger and brave! And he flew through the clouds, And he flew with the finches! He soared up and down round the peak of Mount Ginches! He flew over far-lily bushes in yellow, and thimbuttle plants squirting snooberry jello! He flew over biggle-bag trees and their fruits, in big lazy loops for the land of Galoots, Then hurried back home to the center of town, where snoodles all stood with their wings on the ground, and starting precisely at quarter past two, he told them the story that I just told you.
(The story ends as Snoodle-doo and the other snoodles fly around happily. And Bob closes the book)
Ending Countertop[]
Larry: That was beautiful, Bob. I don't know what to say!
Bob: Yes you do.
Larry: Right. (faces the camera) God made you special and he loves you very much!
Bob: You don't happen to have more of those interviews do you?
Larry: Sure do! Roll film!
(fades to black)
Kid Interviews #3[]
(Fade in to a Pea kid on a wagon)
Kid #9: If God drew a picture of me, it would a picture of my heart.
(cuts to a baby carrot with kid with pigtails)
Kid #10: The pictures that the other Snoodles that gave him more pictures that made him feel bad. So they got heavier in his pack.
(cuts to the cucumber kid with red hat and yellow shirt)
Kid #6: We don't need wings or paints or kazoos. We just need to feel how God made us. I think he made us half of water
(cuts to the kid on the swing)
Kid #7: I think that you shouldn't think about what they think. But think about what God thinks.
(cuts back to the Pea kid in the Wagon)
Kid #9: God drew him a picture when he was older. Could God saw the future?
(cuts back to the baby carrot kid with pigtails)
Kid #10: The picture in his pack was the way God saw him. He is special to his creator no matter what anybody else says. He is special.
(fades to black)
My Day[]
(My Day starts. In this song, Junior sings about how his day normally goes.)
Junior: In my bed I start to pray
And tell God all about my day...
I woke up in my little bed
And put my hat upon my head
Cleaned my room and cleared my dishes
Told mom breakfast was delicious
I went to school, learned something new
And tried to follow every rule
I studied my vocabulary
Had some fun with Bob and Larry
And so, it's good to know
How much You love me
It's true, the Bible says You do
You really love me
Your love was with me all throughout my day
I somehow overlooked my bed
It seems my dog is underfed
Forgot to change my underclothes
Watched one too many T.V. shows
I had some trouble sharing toys
And during rest time, made some noise
The walls are not for coloring
Sometimes, I'm off-key when I sing
And so, it's really good to know
How much You love me
It’s true, the Bible says You do
You really love me
Your love was with me all throughout my day
In my bed so quietly
I rest in knowing God loves me!
(Fades to black and the credits roll)
(End of transcript)