VeggieTales: Are You My Neighbor?

Season #1 Episode #3

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Bob:
Okay, Larry, it's time for the theme song.

Larry:
Uh, yeah, Bob. What do I do?

Bob:
Hmm... Let's see. I know. You play the guitar.

Larry:
Bob, I don't have any hands.

Bob:
Oh, you're right. Well, okay, you play this.

Larry:
I don't want to play that! I'll look silly!

Bob:
Oh, come on. It'll be fun.

Larry:
Nope. Not going to do it.

Bob:
It's for the kids.

Larry:
Oh. Okay. But they better not laugh.

Bob:
All right! Better get on out there. If you like to talk to tomatoes, If a squash can make you smile, If you like to waltz with potatoes, Up and down the produce aisle... Have we got a show for you!

All:
VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales. VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales.

Bob:
Broccoli, celery, gotta be...

All:
VeggieTales!

Junior:
Lima beans, collard greens, peachy keen...

All:
VeggieTales!

Larry:
Cauliflower, sweet and sour, half an hour...

All:
VeggieTales! There's never ever-ever-ever-ever been a show like VeggieTales! There's never ever-ever-ever-ever been a show like VeggieTales! It's time for VeggieTales!

(Vegetables laughing)

Bob:
Hi kids. And welcome to VeggieTales. I'm Bob the Tomato.

Larry:
And I'm Larry the Cucumber.

Bob:
And we're here to answer your questions.

Larry:
Yep.

Bob:
I bet you're wondering why Larry has a shoe on his head.

Larry:
Yeah, Bob. Why do I have a shoe on my head?

Bob:
Well, I got a letter today from Latasha Robbins of Savannah, Georgia. Latasha wants to know what loving your neighbor really means.

Larry:
That's why I have a shoe on my head?

Bob:
Yes, no, well kind of.

Larry:
Help me out here, Bob.

Bob:
You see, I'm about to tell Latasha the story of Flibber-O-Loo. And in that story, you, Larry, have a shoe on your head.

Larry:
Oh, it's all so clear now. Hurry up and tell the story, my head's starting to sweat.

Bob:
Okay, here goes.

(camera fades to The Story of Flibber-O-Loo)

Bob:
(voice over) The sun always shone on the mountains of fibble, the wind and the rains never came. To call the place beautiful, no one would quibble, though hard on the feet, they'd exclaim. But high in those hills, past the rocks and the rubble, so high that the clouds were below, were two tiny towns that were nothing but trouble. As you listen, you'll see that it's so. The town to the west that thought it was best, bore the name Flibber-O-Loo. Where the women and men, since 17-10 have worn on their heads, one large shoe. Now in town number two one big shoe wouldn't do, so the people in Jibber-de-Lot, would look down and bellow, at shoe-headed fellows, and place on their own heads - a pot.

Lenny:
Mine's really more of a kettle.

Bob:
(voice over) For days without end these two neighbors would bicker, as to whose headgear was best. And the shoes and the pots would fly ever thicker, from morning to night without rest. But not all the people who lived in theses cities were angry and bitter and vile. A few would write poems and sing happy ditties and greet all their friends with a smile. One Flibbian fellow who hated to fight, tried hard not to act like a mobster. While pots crashed around him from morning to night, he'd just play with his pet wind-up lobster. They kept to themselves and they'd talk and they'd talk, until one day he said.

Larry:
Hey, let's go for a walk. I'm tired of lying around like a squid, I want to go out there.

Bob:
(voice over) So that's what he did. The shoe-headed boy and his blue plastic friend walked out of their town and began to descend to the dark rocky alley between the two cities, away from his friends and their light-hearted ditties.

Larry:
Hey, this is swell.

Bob:
(voice over) He said.

Larry:
Gosh, this is fun. It's great that my lobster can get out and run.

Bob:
(voice over) But neither the toy nor the boy with the shoe, could see the disaster about to ensue. For up in the rocks, hidden just out of sight were six beady eyes filled with anger and spite. Six beady eyes watched our hero meander, two shifty crooks and their ruthless commander.

Bandit #1:
Oh look, what good fortune.

Bob:
(voice over) The nasty one said.

Bandit #1:
Here comes a poor fool with a shoe on his head.

Bandit #2:
I bet he's got money.

Bandit #3:
I bet he's got gold. Or maybe some jewelry he'd like us to hold.

Bandit #1:
Whatever the booty I think I can stand it, why that's what I live for. That's why I'm a bandit.

Bob:
(voice over) And then they attacked him from under their rock. First they knocked off his shoe, then they knocked off his sock. But the thing they did next was extremely unfunny - why, they shook him so hard that he dropped his milk money.

Larry:
Hey.

Bob:
(voice over) He protested.

Larry:
I don't like your milk. How will I grow strong if I don't drink my milk?

Bob:
(voice over) But they didn't care, they'd accomplished their goal, so they put our friend down, stuck his head in a hole and walked off with his money and every last nickel, then yelled back as they left.

Bandit #2:
See you round, silly pickle.

Larry:
Um, I'm a cucumber.

Bob:
(voice over) Then he said with a moan.

Larry:
Well, I guess I'm alone.

Bob:
(voice over) But this was a loneliness he'd never known. His friends were far off and his lobster was missing. The sound he could hear was just the wind hissing.

Larry:
Hello... Hello?

Bob:
(voice over) Things looked pretty grim for our flibbian buddy. His head in a hole, his shoe bent and muddy. But then, were those footsteps, oh could it be true? Along came the Mayor of Flibber-O-Loo. Of anyone, surely he'd help the poor soul!

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