HI, KIDS,
AND WELCOME TO VEGGIETALES.
I'M BOB, THE TOMATO.
AND I'M LARRY, THE CUCUMBER.
AND WE'RE HERE TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS.
I BET YOU'RE WONDERING
WHY LARRY HAS A SHOE ON HIS HEAD.
YEAH, BOB,
WHY DO I HAVE A SHOE ON MY HEAD?
WELL, I GOT A LETTER TODAY
FROM LATASHA ROBINS OF SAVANNAH, GEORGIA.
LATASHA WANTS TO KNOW
AND THAT'S WHY I HAVE A SHOE ON MY HEAD?
YES!
NO, WELL, KIND OF.
HELP ME OUT HERE, BOB.
YOU SEE, I'M ABOUT TO TELL LATASHA
THE STORY OF FLIBBER-O-LOO.
AND IN THAT STORY,
, IT'S ALL SO CLEAR NOW.
HURRY UP AND TELL THE STORY,
MY HEAD'S STARTING TO SWEAT.
OKAY, HERE GOES.
Bob: THE SUN ALWA SHONE ON THE MOUNTAINS OF FIBBLE,
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,
AS YOU LISTEN, YOU'LL SEE THAT IT'S SO.
NOW, THE TOWN TO THE WEST, THAT THOUGHT IT WAS BEST,
BORE THE NAME FLIBBER-O-LOO,
WHERE THE WOMEN AND MEN, SINCE 1710,
NOW, IN TOWN NUMBER TWO, ONE BIG SHOE WOULDN'T DO.
SO THE PEOPLE OF JIBBER-DE-LOT
WOULD LOOK DOWN AND BELLOW AT SHOE-HEADED FELLOWS
AND PLACE ON THEIR OWN HEADS - A POT.
MINE'S REALLY MORE OF A KETTLE.
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 OF THE PEOPLE WHO LIVED IN THESE CITIES
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.
HIS PET WIND-UP LOBSTER.
THEY KEPT TO THEMSELVES AND THEY'D TALK AND THEY'D TALK,
UNTIL ONE DAY HE SAID...
"HEY, LET'S GO FOR A WALK.
"I'M TIRED OF LYING AROUND LIKE A SQUID,
"I WANT TO GO OUT THERE."
THE SHOE-HEADED BOY AND HIS BLUE PLASTIC FRIEND
WALKED OUT OF THEIR TOWN AND BEGAN TO DESCEND
TO THE DARK, ROCKY VALLEY BETWEEN THE TWO CITIES,
AWAY FROM HIS FRIENDS AND THEIR LIGHTHEARTED DITTIES.
Singer: FA-LA-LA, FA-LA-LA.
"GOSH, THIS IS FUN!"
"IT'S GREAT THAT MY LOBSTER CAN GET OUT AND RUN."
Bob: 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 --
HED OUR HERO MEANDER --
TWO SHIFTY CROOKS AND THEIR RUTHLESS COMMANDER!
"OH, LOOK! WHAT GOOD FORTUNE!" THE NASTY ONE SAID.
"HERE COMES A POOR FOOL WITH A SHOE ON HIS HEAD!"
"I BET HE'S GOT MONEY!
HE'D IKE US O HOLD!
"WHATEVER THE BOOTY, I THINK I COULD STAND IT...
"WHY, THAT'S WHAT I LIVE FOR, THAT'S WHY I'M A BANDIT!"
Bob: AND THEN THEY ATTACKED HIM FROM UNDER THEIR ROCK.
FIRST THEY KNOCKED OFF HIS SHOE, THEN THEY KNOCKED OFF HIS SOCK!
WHY, THEY SHOOK HIM SO HARD THAT HE DROPPED HIS MILK MONEY!
"HEY," HE PROTESTED,
"I DON'T LIKE YOUR ILK!
"HOW WILL I GROW STRONG IF I DON'T DRINK MY MILK?"
Bob: BUT THEY DIDN'T CARE -- THEY'D ACCOMPLISHED THEIR GOAL.
AND WALKED OFF WITH HIS MONEY -- EVERY LAST NICKEL --
THEN YELLED BACK AS THEY LEFT,
"SEE YA 'ROUND, SILLY PICKLE!"
"UM, I'M A CUCUMBER."
Bob: THEN HE SAID WITH A MOAN,
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.
( Wind hissing )
"HELLO...
Bob: 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?
HELP THE POOR SOUL!
Cucumber: "HELLO?" SAID THE BOY WITH HIS HEAD IN A HOLE.
"I SEEM TO HAVE FALLEN, I SEEM TO BE STUCK!"
"BUT NOW THAT YOU'RE HERE, WELL, I GUESS I'M IN LUCK!"
"OH, DEAR," SAID THE MAYOR OBSERVING THE SHOE.
"YOUNG MAN, I HAVE NOTICED YOUR DIRE SITUATION
"AND PLEASE REST ASSURED THAT I SHARE YOUR FRUSTRATION.
"BUT HOW CAN I PUT THIS? OH, WHAT CAN I SAY?
playing ♪)
"IS THAT MUSIC?"
♪ I'M BUSY, BUSY, DREADFULLY BUSY! ♪
♪ BUSY, BUSY, SHOCKINGLY BUSY! ♪
♪ MUCH, MUCH TOO BUSY FOR YOU! ♪♪
"OH, I SEE."
Bob: AS SOON AS THE MAYOR HAD FINISHED HIS SONG,
Doctor: "OUT OF MY WAY!" SHE SAID, STARTING TO SLIDE.
"IF YOU AND YOUR PICKLE WOULD PLEASE STEP ASIDE.
"I'M VERY IMPORTANT -- I CAN'T STAND AND CHAT."
"WELL, THAT'S NOT MY PICKLE,
"I FOUND HIM LIKE THAT!
"BESIDES, IT SO HAPPENS, I'M NOTEWORTHY, TOO --
Cucumber: "UM, I'M A CUCUMBER."
"I SEE," SAID THE DOCTOR.
"THEN YOU'LL UNDERSTAND
"WITHOUT AN APPOINTMENT,
"I CAN'T LEND A HAND.
"THERE ARE FOLKS WITH BRONCHITIS,
"THERE ARE KIDS WITH THE FLU!"
Bob: SHE SAID TO THE MAYOR OF FLIBBER-O-LOO.
Bob: WELL, THEY TALKED ABOUT SCHEDULES,
COMPARED DAILY PLANNERS, TILL FINALLY A VOICE SAID,
Cucumber: "PLEASE PARDON MY MANNERS.
"I DON'T MEAN TA BUG YA, I SEE THAT YOU'RE BUSY,
"BUT BEING INVERTED HAS MADE ME QUITE DIZZY!"
THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER, THEN SAID WITH A SMILE,
♪ WE'RE BUSY, BUSY, DREADFULLY BUSY! ♪
♪ YOU'VE NO IDEA WHAT WE HAVE TO DO. ♪
♪ MUCH, MUCH TOO BUSY FOR YOU! ♪
♪ 'CUZ WE'RE BUSY, BUSY, FRIGHTFULLY BUSY! ♪
Y, BUSY, HORRIDLY BUSY! ♪
♪ WE'D LOVE TO HELP, BUT WE CAN'T!! ♪♪
"TA-TA."
Bob: OH, IT WAS JUST DREADFUL!
HOW COULD THEY DESERT THEIR FLIBBIAN FRIEND
FINISHED.
"I'LL DIE HERE, DOWN UNDER.
"IF THEY WOULD NOT HELP ME, THEN WHO WOULD?" HE WONDERED.
Bob: BUT WAIT! SOMEONE ELSE ON THE ROAD OVERHEAD!
WOULD THEY HELP A FRIEND, BEATEN UP, LEFT FOR DEAD?
WHY THIS LITTLE GUY WAS FROM JIBBER-DE-LOT!
WOULD HE HELP A FLIBBIAN?
CERTAINLY NOT!
THE BOY WITH THE POT SAW OUR FRIEND WITH THE SHOE.
"OH, LOOK," HE EXCLAIMED,
T US WITH SHOES!
"WHY SHOULD I CARE IF HE'S BEATEN AND BRUISED?
"BUT OUT HERE IN THE WILD, IF HIS CHANCES ARE SLIM.
Bob: HE LOOKED AT OUR FRIEND AND HE LOOKED AT THE SHOE
AND THEN IN HIS HEART, HE KNEW WHAT TO DO.
"HE MAY BE FLIBBIAN, THAT'S PLAIN TO SEE,
Bob: SO HE GOT HIM UNSTUCK AND HE PICKED UP HIS SHOE
AND TOGETHER, THEY WALKED BACK TO FLIBBER-O-LOO.
OUT OF THE VALLEY AND BACK INTO TOWN
WHERE HE STAYED BY HIS SIDE TILL THE DOCTOR WAS FOUND.
-DE-LOT!
"YOU SAVED THIS FELLOW? "YOU PULLED HIM THROUGH IT?
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND -- TELL ME, WHY DID YOU DO IT?"
♪ BUT WHEN WE LOOK DEEPER, THERE'S MORE THAT WE'VE GOT. ♪
♪ GOD MADE US SPECIAL AND NOW I CAN SEE, ♪
♪ IF YOU'RE SPECIAL TO HIM, THEN YOU'RE SPECIAL TO ME. ♪
♪ WHEN SOMEONE HELPS YOU, THEN YOU'LL UNDERSTAND. ♪
♪ WHEN YOU LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR! ♪
♪ LOVING MEANS LENDING A HAND. ♪
♪ IF YOU SEE SOMEONE WHO'S HURT OR IN NEED, ♪
♪ MAYBE IT'S TIME TO PERFORM A GOOD DEED. ♪
♪ AND WHEN YOU'VE FINISHED, YOU'LL FIND THAT IT'S TRUE ♪
♪ WHEN YOU MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER, ♪
THUD!
HERE, LET ME HELP YOU.
THANK YOU.
♪ OH, LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR! ♪
IGHBOR! ♪
♪ LOVING MEANS LENDING A HAND! ♪♪
Bob: SO THE BOY WITH THE POT GAVE THE DOCTOR SOME MONEY
TO PAY FOR THE CUCUMBER'S BILL.
"I'M TOUCHED BY HIS ACT OF GOOD WILL.
"IF THIS LITTLE GUY CAN TAKE CARE OF HIS BROTHER
"WHEN HE LIVES IN THE ONE TOWN AND HE IN THE OTHER,
"WHY CAN'T WE ALL TRY TO HELP ONE ANOTHER?
( Townspeople cheering )
Bob: NOW, IF YOU VISIT THE MOUNTAINS OF FIBBLE,
YOU WON'T SEE A SHOE OR A POT.
INSTEAD, THEY THROW FLOWERS AND CANDY TO NIBBLE.
(♪ Music playing ♪)