This is the episode transcript for The Amazing Carnival of Complaining.
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(The episode opens with Jason thumb-wrestling.)
Jason: Oh, a swift move by Lefty, but Mr. Right manages to pull back just in the nick of time. Lefty then comes back around and strikes again. Nope, Mr. Right is just too fast. It's like, it's like, he knows exactly what Lefty is thinking. I've never seen anything like it, folks. These two opponents are so evenly matched this could go on for hours, or days, or weeks, or months. (puts his head down on the table and sniffs it) Lemony. (After a few quiet seconds, he sees the penguins in their ship, then looks over to a chicken-shaped tea cozy, and gets an idea.) Rarrr, it's the attack of the Forty Foot Chicken! (clucks) The penguins must leap into action quickly, lest they suffer the pecking. (clucks) Come on, guys, help me out. There's gotta be a planet in trouble somewhere. (Puts the chicken on the ship.) Just get me out of here. (looks at the Space Camp advertisement while grabbing a handful of grapes.) Space Camp, blast off to an exciting summer. (crunches into a seed) Great, seeds.
Grandmum: Did somebody say seeds? Now you've got the idea. Why don't you join Michelle and me out in the garden, Jason? It's a perfect day to plant pumpkin seeds.
Michelle: Grandmum says if we plant them now, we'll have great big pumpkins at the end of the summer.
Grandmum: Your sister's right, and we'll have loads of pumpkins for all kinds of treats, pumpkin kraut, pumpkin slaw, pumpkin pudding, pickled pumpkin poppers.
Michelle: And we'll pop the pumpkins later, right, Grandmum?
Grandmum: That's right, Michelle!
Michelle: What's the matter, Jason? Are you bored?
Jason: (growls)
Michelle: Too bad the video game's busted, huh?
Jason: As a matter of fact, it is too bad, because I'm bored out of my brain. There's absolutely nothing to do up here. Why can't I be having fun at Space Camp like Trevor instead of eating weird grapes and thumb wrestling myself because the only other possible thing to do is plant pumpkins or stare at the wall? Oh, that gives me an idea, I think I'll stare at the wall.
Michelle: Touché.
Grandmum: Heavens above! That's no way to look at things, is it? You do know what it says about complaining in the Bible, don't you? "Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure. Children of God without fault in this crooked world in which you shine like stars in the universe." You know, Jason, if you can't control your complaining, it'll spread to everyone around you, and you'll be a seed of discontent. (Pulls out a bag of seeds.) So, which will it be, a grumpy seed, or a shining star? We will be outside if you change your mind. Come along, Michelle.
(They both head outside to the garden while Jason remains inside.)
Jason: Why would anyone want grapes with seeds?
(Jason flicks a grape at the ship. The ship slides across the table and flies before hitting the floor.)
Zidgel: (O.S.) Jason T. Conrad, we need your help!
Jason: Yes!
(He takes the chicken off the spaceship to see his penguin friends inside.)
Fidgel: Oh wait, no we don't. It appears they simply have their batteries in backwards. They're able to shave again. Mission canceled.
Midgel: Imagine that, an alien race so fuzzy if they don't shave their noses once a day, they risk suffocation.
Zidgel: Yup, hair today, gone tomorrow! (laughs)
Jason: (disappointed) Figures.
Midgel: Jason, what's wrong?
Jason: I was hoping to get out of here.
(Cut to Kevin in cowboy attire, along with a comic, a record player, and a hobby horse.)
Kevin: That's a very good idea.
Record: Turn the page, partner! Yee-haw!
Jason: It is?
Fidgel: Splendid. It does seem we have the day off.
Zidgel: Hey, hey, you know, it's, uh, carnival season.
Jason: Yes!
Midgel: How about the stock pod races?
Fidgel: Why don't we all go to the zoo?
Kevin: We should visit the botanical gardens.
Jason: Gardens, great!
Zidgel: Boy, I sure love carnivals!
Fidgel: Well, there's the derby.
Midgel: Monster trucks, yeah!
Jason: Thunderfoot, grr!
Kevin: What's a derby?
Zidgel: They've got that ride that goes (yells in excitement as his seat spins around.) Look, everybody, no hands!
Fidgel: The symphony!
Midgel: Comic-Con!
Kevin: Madison Square Gardens.
Zidgel: (yells in excitement)
Jason: Yeah, yeah.
Fidgel: The magic shop!
Midgel: The hardware store!
Zidgel: Yeah!
Kevin: (yells)
The Penguins: The carnival!
Kevin: Do I get a balloon then?
Zidgel: Fidgel, get Jason in here! Midgel, get us out of here! Kevin...turn the page.
(Kevin does just that. Midgel gets in the driver's seat and Fidgel pulls out his galeezel gun which pulls Jason into the ship.)
Midgel and Jason: Bonsaiii!!
(As the ship flies around, it picks up the chicken.)
Zidgel: Forty foot chicken!
(The ship stops and the chicken flies off and lands back on the teapot. The ship flies out of the cottage and into space.)
Midgel: Good afternoon, passengers. This is your pilot speaking. Welcome aboard Fun Flight 3-2-1, where your leisure is our pleasure. (pause) Your flight attendant will be serving refreshments shortly, so sit back and enjoy today's onboard entertainment.
(Fidgel comes out with a ukulele.)
Fidgel: (Sings to the tune of "Wheels on the Bus.") Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee seats on the ship go round and round
Round and round, Round and round
The seats on the ship go round and round, up off the ground.
Fidgel: Everybody sing!
Zidgel, Midgel, Fidgel, and Jason: The thrusters on the ship go vroom, vroom, vroom. Vroom, vroom, vroom. Vroom, vroom, vroom. (As Fidgel sings this part, Midgel taps the accelerator three times. During that, Kevin brings out the refreshments and nearly looses his balance.)
The thrusters on the ship go vroom, vroom, vroom. Up off the ground.
Fidgel: (spoken) Feel the beat, Kevin!
(Kevin dances to the beat)
Zidgel, Midgel, Fidgel, and Jason: The atmosphere in the gauge goes up and down, up and down, up and down. (During this part, Kevin's head grows bigger.) The atmosphere in the gauge goes up and down, up off the ground.
Fidgel: Oh, I'm so enjoying myself!
Midgel: What do you say, Jason, can I pick a day out or what?
Jason: No complaints here, Midgel. I finally get to have some real fun.
Kevin: Care for a spot of pumpkin pie and some tasty grapes?
Jason: Uh, do they have seeds?
Kevin: Don't think so. Who wants grapes with seeds?
Jason: Ah, this just keeps getting better.
Zidgel: Excuse me, Kevin, when you get a chance, I'd love a Fresca.
Midgel: Coming up on Planet Arrinar and the Carnival Moon!
(The ship passes a few billboards. As it approaches a landing strip, the landing gear bay doors open, revealing ten landing wheels.)
Midgel: Well, Jason, I've been using my head, and I think I finally got this whole landing gear thing worked out.
Zidgel: We still need to buckle ourselves in, boys. Federation rules!
(The penguins and Jason get in their inflatable chairs and buckle up. Kevin gets into his seat and pulls up a toy control panel. The spaceship approaches the landing strip like an airplane. But instead of landing, it crashes. Fortunately, no one is hurt. Jason is shown to have pumpkin pie all over his face and glasses.)
Jason: Better.
Zidgel: Alright, crew! Remember where we parked! Section P-3! Let's go catch that shuttle.
(Cut to the carnival entrance, where we see the owner, Uncle Blobb, singing along with pumpkin headed kids. They are all seated in a large trolley.)
Uncle Blobb: (sings) Oh, Uncle Blobb's amazing carnival. What do you see now?
If you'd like to play at the carnival, I will show you how.
Pumpkin-headed Kids: Uncle Blobb's amazing carnival. We want to have fun.
But our time to play at the carnival hasn't yet begun.
(Before he can continue his song, he sees the penguins and Jason approaching the entrance.)
Uncle Blobb: Over here! Greetings! Greetings, space travelers! To what do I owe this most pleasant surprise?
Zidgel: Greetings, my good, uh, sir! We've come for a day at the carnival!
Kevin: We've got a day off.
Fidgel: Sensors indicate fun!
Uncle Blobb: Sensors indic-- (laughs). Well, please be sure it would be my upmost pleasure and I would receive with the highest degree evaluation. The accomponent of your fine bevy.
Zidgel: So, you, uh, mind if we join you?
Uncle Blobb: Not at all. Not. At. All. Right this way!
(Uncle Blobb goes to look under the control panel for some hats. He finds only two however.)
Uncle Blobb: (grumbling) Confound it. Only two. (looks back and smiles.) My good penguins, you're most welcome at my traveling carnival, rivalries exposition that it is. All the amusements in store for you today will certainly entertain even the most dispassionate among you. It is with great regret that I have but a duo of Blobb Toppers currently at hand. I'm afraid that the majority of the, uh, calottes du joie currently adorn the heads of the children already present.
Pumpkin-headed kids: Hiya, fellas!
Uncle Blobb: Please accept my apologies, but as you see, I am left with but a brace.
Zidgel: Great, great! So, you got some for everybody?
Uncle Blobb: There's only two.
Fidgel: I believe that is what he just said.
Jason: Hey, that's pretty sharp, Midgel.
Midgel: Beg your pardon?
Jason: That's a great souvenir!
Midgel: Uh, about a quarter after.
(Uncle Blobb starts up the trolley and plays a few notes on the organ. The trolley lets out steam and starts to move.)
Uncle Blobb: (sings) Oh, Uncle Blobb's amazing carnival. What do you see now?
If you'd like to play at the carnival, I will show you how.
Jason, Penguins, and Pumpkin-headed Kids: Uncle Blobb's amazing carnival. Look, the Whurl-A-Tron!
The first fun ride we'll take at the carnival, let's all go get on.
(Uncle Blobb stops the trolley, flips a switch and tiny antennas show up on the Blobb Toppers.)
Uncle Blobb: Oh, by the way, I have to say. There's something you should know.
It's old and cheap, it'll put you to sleep, so you might as well not go.
Pumpkin-headed Kid #1: Oh, rats.
Pumpkin-headed Kid #2: Ah, gee.
Midgel: That's disappointing.
Zidgel: Did you say something?
(Jason, Fidgel and Kevin get off the trolley and onto the ride.)
Zidgel: Hey, guys! Didn't you hear? It's a lousy ride!
Jason: Yee-haw!
Kevin: Whoooo!
Zidgel: Well, they're certainly not going to have fun on a ride like that!
(The trolley continues on.)
Uncle Blobb: (sings) Uncle Blobb's amazing carnival. What do you see now?
Wanting to complain at the carnival, I will show you how.
Zidgel, Midgel, and Pumpkin-headed Kids: Uncle Blobb's amazing carnival. Look, the Bounce and Spin!
Hopefully, this will be a great ride at the carnival. Let's all go climb in!
Uncle Blobb: It's not untrue. If I were you, I'd leave this ride alone.
You're much too big, it's for little kids, and it's boring when you're grown.
Midgel: Boring!
Pumpkin-headed Kid #2: We're too big for this ride.
Pumpkin-headed Kid #3: Yeah, what's the story here, Uncle Blobb? I though we were gonna have a swell time at this carnival.
(As they complain, a complaint detector starts blinking.)
Uncle Blobb: Complain away, you little drones! There's better rides and nursing homes.
(Jason, Fidgel and Kevin are now on a Ferris Wheel.)
Kevin: Whoooo!
Midgel: I've seen a one-legged Zincadian Turtle crawling through a puddle of giant Wizzle Bee honey move faster than that.
Uncle Blobb: You got that right, you little whiner.
There's a better one near Ursa Minor.
(Jason and Kevin are now on a spinning teacup ride.)
Kevin: Uuugh!
Zidgel: You call that a fun ride?! If I wanna get dizzy, all I have to do is a little long division while Midgel is driving.
Uncle Blobb: Ooh, that last remark was most unkind,
but just feel free to speak your mind.
(Jason, Fidgel and Kevin are now on a corkscrew ride.)
Jason: Woo-hoo!
Fidgel: Wheee!
Kevin: (yells)
Uncle Blobb: Though all these rides are fun, you haven't ridden one.
You'll find it's hard to have much fun here once complaining has begun.
Pumpkin-headed Kid #4: Boy, oh boy. I can't believe we came here! This place is full of hooey!
Pumpkin-headed Kid #5: And how!
Zidgel: Let's go to the carnival, he says! That's about the worst idea you've had since landing gear!
(Jason, Fidgel and Kevin watch with confusion as the trolley passes.)
Jason: I wonder what's going on.
Kevin: They're certainly not very happy.
Fidgel: Most curious! How on earth could they not be having fun?
Jason: Yeah, this place is great!
Midgel: This place stinks!
Zidgel: I can't believe you'd drag us to this boring carnival!
Midgel: Huh?
Zidgel: What?
Midgel: You talkin' to me?
(The song comes to an end as the trolley stops in front of the Fun House.)
Uncle Blobb: Uncle Blobb's complaining carnival! What do you see now?
It's easy to complain at the carnival, I just showed you how.
Pumpkin-headed Kid #6: What's the deal, Uncle Blobb, you said this was going to be fun! When's the fun gonna start?
Zidgel: What's the deal, Uncle Blobb, you said this was going to be fun! When's the fun gonna start?
Uncle Blobb: Do my ears deceive me, or do I have some dissatisfied customers on my hands? (Zidgel, Midgel and all the pumpkin headed kids look at him unhappily.) Not to worry, not to worry. I've saved the best for last. I'm sure you'll all find this final attraction quite amusing. (He pinches one's cheek.) Space is tight, so I'm afraid you'll have to go in one at a time. Who'll be first?
Jason: This is weird. We should find out what's going on.
Fidgel: Quite.
Uncle Blobb: That's it, step right up. Right this way.
Pumpkin-headed Kid #2: No way! (ZAP!)
Uncle Blobb: Next.
(Jason, Fidgel and Kevin are shown wearing disguises. Jason is in a trashcan, Fidgel is in a box, and Kevin just hides his face behind cotton candy.)
Uncle Blobb: Very good, very good. Right this way. Watch your step.
(They remove their disguises and form a ladder, with Jason at the top. Jason looks over the wall and sees one pumpkin-headed kid in front of a robotic clown.)
Jason: Bizzmoff, the amazing juggler?
Fidgel: Jason, what's happening?
Jason: I'm not sure, Fidgel, hold on.
Bizzmoff: Hiya, kid! Did you have fun at the carnival today?
Pumpkin-headed Kid #7: No!
(The complaint detector flashes rapidly. Suddenly, the kid is turned into a seed and put in a canister. Bizzmoff grabs the canister.)
Pumpkin-headed Kid #7: Applesauce.
(Bizzmoff passes the canister to another robotic arm which is attached to a huge tree-like machine with multiple arms.)
Jason: Oh, no!
(A metal ring comes down a slide and onto a conveyor belt. It's then picked up by a claw and put onto the canister. Then a small cone comes onto the conveyor belt, is picked up and screwed onto the canister, which is then given rockets.)
Jason: Guys, we've got big trouble. Follow me.
(Jason and Fidgel climb over the wall.)
Fidgel: Woah!
(Jason looks up to see Kevin standing atop the wall.)
Jason: How'd he get up there?
Fidgel: For a big man, he's got a great vertical.
(Kevin jumps down.)
Uncle Blobb: Alright then, who's next?
(Jason, Fidgel and Kevin walk into the room just as a huge door in the ceiling opens up. Meanwhile, one robotic arm puts the rocket canister onto a slide which leads to a small launch pad. Then a blue robot with a mallet launches the canister out the door via a test-your-strength carnival game, and the canister heads toward Planet Arrinar. Then, off-screen, another kid meets Bizzmoff.)
Bizzmoff: Hiya, kid! Did you have fun at the carnival today?
Pumpkin-headed Kid #8: No!
(The pumpkin-headed kid is turned into a seed and the process starts again. Jason sees what looks like an arcade game, but it's really the control panel for the machine. After pushing a few buttons and pulling levers, the robot stops and the whole machine shuts down.)
Jason: It stopped!
Pumpkin-headed Kid #8: Razzberry!
Uncle Blobb: Woah, woah, woah. What have we here? (Jason hides behind the control panel.) Might you be looking for your associates?
Fidgel: Midgel, Zidgel, stop complaining, you're in danger!
Kevin: Say nothing!
Uncle Blobb: Ha ha! Yell all you want, fellas. Your meager attempts at rescue are futile! (Kevin looks with confusion.) They can't hear you, but on the plus side, you're just in time for the big finale.
(Uncle Blobb restarts the machine.)
Uncle Blobb: Allow me to show you to your seats.
(Two robotic arms pick up Kevin and Fidgel.)
Kevin: Wheee!
Fidgel: Not now, Kevin, we're in peril.
Uncle Blobb: Don't be timid, gentlemen, you get the best seats in the house.
(He puts the penguins into an apple-shaped case.)
Uncle Blobb: Huh, where did the boy go? Pity, he'll miss the show.
Fidgel: I say, Uncle Blobb, what is the meaning of this? What have you done with our friends?
Kevin: And the kids!
Uncle Blobb: I am a businessman, but you see, this carnival is only a small part of my enterprise. I make my fortune by depopulating planets!
(Kevin is confused.)
Uncle Blobb: (Annoyed) I get everyone to leave.
(Kevin now understands.)
Uncle Blobb: In a short time, this planet, Planet Arrinar, will undergo a mass exodus! WHY?! I'm glad you asked. I turn carnival goers into seeds of discontent.
(He restarts the robot, which launches the canister.)
Uncle Blobb: All I need is a steady supply of willing participants.
(Cut to pumpkin-headed Kid #8 flying towards Planet Arrinar, still complaining.)
Pumpkin-headed Kid #8: Hey! I'm going too fast! I can't see!
Uncle Blobb: I plant my little complaining seeds on a planet, and that discontent grows, and spreads, and soon, the native population is so miserably gripey, that the planet becomes uninhabitable, and must be evacuated!
Fidgel: Oh, dear.
Uncle Blobb: Only of course at the request of my clients, who pay me quite handsomely. (Cash register sound) It's the perfect scheme! Nobody wants to be around a complainer! After the planet is vacant, the seeds are simply disposed of and a whole new world is available for redevelopment.
Kevin: Did you say disposed of?
Uncle Blobb: That's what I said.
Kevin: Oh. (Realizes what he means.) Oh!
Uncle Blobb: Observe, it's happening already!
(We see a station wagon leaving the planet as President No-I'm-The-President zips by, groaning in fear.)
Uncle Blobb: That's it! Keep griping, keep griping! Isn't it all just rotten-y? Let's see, who's next?
Bizzmoff: Hiya, kid! Did you have fun at the carnival today?
Zidgel: No, sir, I can't say that I have. (Zidgel is turned into a seed, but he keeps talking as his canister is passed into the machine room.) In fact, I would have to say that my time here was unfun. I came here to have fun, and I don't recall a fun feeling anywhere at any point, all day.
(Jason runs onto the conveyor belt to save his friend.)
Fidgel and Kevin: Jason!
Zidgel: And frankly, I don't care who I may offend with my opinions at this point.
(The machine grabs Jason.)
Uncle Blobb: Oh, there you are! I knew you wouldn't want to miss the fun! I wouldn't even bother if I were you. Those machines are much too strong.
Fidgel: Oh, if only we had some device with which to rescue Jason.
Kevin: Yeah, like the galeezel. (He and Fidgel realize.)
(The robotic arms put a metal ring and rockets on Jason instead of the canister.)
Jason: Woah. Hey.
(Cut to Midgel talking to the clown.)
Midgel: This place is the-- (He zaps into seed form before he can finish his sentence, with a surprised look on his face.)
(Cut back to Jason as the machines try to put a cone on his head.)
Jason: Yeouch!
Kevin: Got it!
Fidgel: Fire!
(Kevin fires the galeezel gun, but the claw activates Jason's rockets, much to their dismay.)
Fidgel: Oh, dear.
(The rockets make the machine spin at high-speed.)
Fidgel and Kevin: (Screaming)
(Jason breaks free from the machine and flies around uncontrollably. Jason grabs a wooden pole and is flung back. The robot launches a cylinder at the apple, breaking it off the machine. As it bounces, a claw pulls the door off and Fidgel is pulled out by another. Soon, he's holding onto the robot arm, which happens to have Zidgel.)
Zidgel: And another thing!
(As Jason continues flying around the room, he grabs Uncle Blobb's microphone.)
Jason: Got it.
(Uncle Blobb runs as Fidgel flies off the machine and lands in front of the control panel. Meanwhile, the apple, with Kevin still inside, bounces across the conveyor belt. Fidgel starts to take control of the machine. Meanwhile, Zidgel is put onto the launch pad.)
Zidgel: Put me down! Boy oh boy, I had high expectations for this place!
(Fidgel starts controlling the machines to try to stop Jason from flying uncontrollably. Uncle Blobb jumps onto the conveyor belt. Finally, Fidgel catches Jason, much to his elation. Then, as Uncle Blobb is on the conveyor belt, trying to run away from the apple and Kevin (even none of them are really going anywhere), Fidgel uses the robot arms to remove the rockets. He then notices the computer showing the near-depopulated planet.)
Fidgel: Oh, my! Planet Arrinar! It's nearly overcome by the seeds of discontent! Perhaps, if I was able to have a look inside those canisters to see what's causing all--
Jason: Not now, Fidgel! Set me down! I think I know the answer! (Into a microphone) Zidgel! Midgel! Pumpkin-headed kids! This is Jason! Listen! You have to stop complaining! You've turned into 'seeds of discontent' - and it's spreading to everyone around you! Start thinking about all the things you have to be thankful for! Then do everything without complaining or arguing, and in this crooked world, you'll shine like stars in the universe!
(After Jason's speech, bright lights shine on the planet's surface.)
Fidgel: Jason, it's working!
Jason: That's it, guys, be thankful! Be thankful for everything!
(Midgel's canister is brought down.)
Midgel: I do like the aroma of electrified helium neon gas.
(Midgel pops out of the canister and is returned to penguin form.)
Zidgel: Well, I guess being a seed encased in a canister and suspended in space by laser beams isn't so bad.
(The robot launches the canister, but Zidgel turns back into a penguin in midair. One robot arm stops him from falling.)
Zidgel: By golly, we had ourselves a fine day! (Sees Uncle Blobb walking towards a porta-potty.) Not so fast, Uncle Blobb! Fidgel, grab him!
Uncle Blobb: Huh? Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! I'll come along peacefully, but first, if you would be so kind, might you allow me to avail myself of the, ahem, facilities?
Zidgel: Oh, alright, but make it snappy!
Uncle Blobb: Gentlemen, it has been a distinct pleasure, but, I gotta go.
(The porta-potty turns into a rocket, which shoots off into space.)
Zidgel: Well, when you gotta go, you gotta go.
(Kevin gets out of the apple, quite dizzy from all that spinning. Cut to the somehow undamaged ship as it flies away from the carnival moon and past Planet Arrinar.)
Zidgel: Captain's log, stardate...uh...Kevin?
Kevin: Teatime!
Zidgel: Stardate teatime. Thank you, Kevin. The seedified pumpkin headed children were soon returned to their original condition. A little wiser, and a lot shinier. And after waiting several hours, I finally determined Uncle Blobb was not coming back from his potty break.
Jason and Midgel: (giggle)
Zidgel: I saw that!
Jason: You know, that's what I like about you guys.
Zidgel: Uh, what?
Jason: Well, it's--
Zidgel: Our dashing good looks?
Jason: No, it's--
Zidgel: Oh! Our scathing rapier wit?
Jason: No, it's--
Zidgel: Our snappy sense of fashion?
Midgel: No! Now would you kindly let Jason finish?
Jason: Well, you... make a really good team. You're fun to do things with. I mean, maybe I don't get to go to Space Camp for now, but I've got to look on the bright side. I do get to hang out with you guys all summer.
Zidgel: I don't think you needed to be quite so harsh with me, Midgel.
Midgel: But the lad was talking. You weren't letting him finish.
Fidgel: Midgel's right, it's impolite to interrupt. Jason was merely trying to--
Zidgel: Woah, woah, woah, hold it right there! It wasn't interrupting!
Kevin: No, but that was. So was that!
Zidgel: But, we were... I mean,.. He, he..!
Midgel: Careful, it's starting to sound like you're whining.
Zidgel: But you guys were ganging up on me!
Fidgel: Everyone stop complaining, we don't want to start that again.
Midgel: We're not complaining, we're bickering.
Fidgel: Being that as it may, I think--
Kevin: It's more like, quarreling.
Zidgel: Ooh, interruption!
Kevin: Oh, sorry!
Fidgel: That's alright, Kevin.
(Jason is now back in Grandmum's cottage. As he chews on another grape, he bites on another seed. After he spits it out, he goes out to join Grandmum and Michelle as they continue planting seeds. Fade to later that night.)
Grandmum: Alright, pumpkins, nighty-night! Time to say your prayers!
Jason and Michelle: Dear God.
Michelle: Thank you for the sunshine and Grandmum's pretty garden. Please help my pumpkin seeds to grow real big.
Jason: And thanks for all the fun I can have right here at the cottage, and for helping me learn not to be a seed of discontent.
Michelle: Please keep Mom and Dad safe on their trip.
Jason: And maybe you could help Grandmum forget about the pickled pumpkin poppers.
Michelle: I second that.
Both: Amen.
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