VeggieTales: Lyle the Kindly Viking

Season #2 Episode #15

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Intro

Bob:
Hi kids, I'm Bob the Tomato.

Larry:
And I'm Larry the Cucumber.

Bob:
Welcome to VeggieTales! Now Larry and I have gotten a lot of letters with questions about sharing.

Larry:
We sure have. "When do I have to share?" "Why do I have to share?" "Whatever happened to Sonny and Cher?" Questions, questions, questions!

Bob:
Uh, yeah. Anyway, we decided to tackle all your sharing questions in one show, so...

Archibald:
Oh, yes! Yes, Bob! Bob!

Bob:
Uh, what is it, Archibald? We're in the middle of a show.

Archibald:
Oh, yes exactly. I couldn't tell but notice that in "King George and the Ducky", you let Jimmy and Jerry put on a show.

Bob:
Uh yeah, but it didn't work out very well.

Archibald:
Understandably, so. Them being them and all. Uh, you see, I noticed that to date, VeggieTales has been something lacking in the taste and couture department.

Bob:
Your point?

Archibald:
I LIKE TO DO A SHOW!

(Moments of silence)

Archibald:
You are great. You'll love it.

Larry:
It's about sharing, Bob.

Bob:
Uh, all right. But if you get any trouble, uh, let us know, okay?

Archibald:
Oh, don't worry about a thing! (Excited) Prepared to be dazzled! All right, fellows. Bring out the set! Oh, you're really in for the treat!

(Jean Claude and Phillipe appears setting.)

Jean Cluade:
Fireplace!

Phillipe:
Fireplace!

Jean Claude:
The chair!

Phillipe:
The chair!

Jean Claude:
The wardrobe!

Phillipe:
The wardrobe!

Jean Claude:
And the robes!

Phillipe:
And robes!

(The light has turned off. Because of the fireplace.)

Jean Claude:
Oh. its just like you like it.

Phillipe:
Exactly.

Archibald:
Oh yes, lovely. (As Archie sits) Thank you for joining us this evening forward promises to be a cultural tour de force of veggie programming. For our first story we present the world's first all vegetable staging of Shakespeare's classic, "Hamlet". Uh, did you get the script?

Jean Claude:
Well, actually this Hamlet, she very hard to find. but we found something very similar.

Phillipe:
Uh huh, similar.

Archibald:
Omelet?

Jean Claude:
Just the name, she makes you hungry I know.

Archibald:
What?! what's the...

Bob:
Uh, Archibald? Is anything all right?

Archibald:
What? Oh yes, of course. Ahem. Then, well, off we go, ha ha, presenting Shakespeare's classic. Omelet.

Omelet

(Fades to the black background. Then, to the show of Omelet, the curtains been opened. Scooter gets bumped by Jean Claude and Phillipe.)

Jean-Claude:
His majesty, the troubled Prince Omelet! Request his daily eggs!

Phillipe:
Cooked light and fluffy!

Scooter:
Does not the troubled prince know these are the last eggs in the entire kingdom?

Jean-Claude:
But of course! Why do you think that he's troubled?

Scooter:
Will the prince not share his eggs with the starving people?

Phillipe:
Perhaps he'll think about that over lunch.

Scooter:
(Sighs) The prince's eggs coming up.

Jimmy:
Ow! (Struggling) Woe is me! I am troubled! Alas forsooth the country is rapidly running out of eggs! The people are starving & I am helpless to help them. What will become of my kingdom? (Sniff sniff sniff) Aha! Something's cooking in the state of Denmark.

Scooter:
You're eggs, Prince Omlette. Cooked light & fluffy. The last eggs in the kingdom!

Jimmy:
The last poor yolks. I'll chew them well Horatio.

(Scooter leaves)

Jimmy:
But soft, it is Ophelia. But soft, it is Ophelia!

Mr. Lunt:
But I don't want to do it! It's embarrassing!

Archibald:
Now you ridiculous. It's tradition. In Shakespeare's day, all the women rolls were played by men!

(Mr. Lunt pushes Jimmy.)

Mr. Lunt:
I think we're going to get letters about this. (The lid closes.) It is I the fair Ophelia.

Jimmy:
Pray thee. What news fair Ophelia? I beseech thee, my lady.

Mr. Lunt:
Oh my lord! I have come with disparaging news!

Jimmy:
More bad news?

Mr. Lunt:
The people my lord, they are starving. They've not enough eggs for them. Meanwhile you feast on eggs everyday. Cooked light & fluffy. This rotteness that has beset our fair kingdom.

Jimmy:
And on top of that my eggs are getting cold.

(Jimmy covers his eggs up)

Mr. Lunt:
Oh my troubled prince! I beseech & Implore thee. Please share, share your eggs with the people.

Jimmy:
Share my eggs? Share my eggs!? Then I won't have any! What are you thinking fair Ophelia?

Mr. Lunt:
(Sigh) Simply this. God says he likes it when we share our blessings. Good bye. (As he leaves.) Can I take these off now?

(Lights turn off)

Jimmy:
To eat or not to eat? That is the question. Whether tis nobler to share my eggs, cooked light & fluffy... or just scarf down the whole thing myself! To share or not to share?

(Light switches back on & the background changes, Jimmy loses his lid to the platter. Percy shows up playing a game of battleship)

Jimmy:
Whatcha doing there young lad?

Percy:
Just playing, your highness.

Jimmy:
Uh. Are you just gonna keep playing like that? Uh... alone?

Percy:
Uh I don't know. Would you like to share my game?

Jimmy:
Well sure. Playing's the thing.

Percy:
Great! Just guess where you think my ships are.

Jimmy:
Oh okay. 2-B.

Percy:
Not 2-B.

Jimmy:
Drat! You're turn.

Percy:
Wait what's that?

Jimmy:
Oh that would be mine eggs. Cooked light & fluffy.

Percy:
It lookis quite yummy. Might I try a bite?

Jimmy:
I.. (stammering) well um... s-s-sure. Sure you can. (Percy noms the omelet) Hey!

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