VeggieTales: Minnesota Cuke and the Search for Samson's Hairbrush

Okay, Larry,

It's time for the theme song.

Uh... Yeah, Bob.

What do I do? Hmm, let's see.

I know! You play the guitar.

Bob, I don't have any hands.

Oh, you're right.

Well, okay, you play this.

I don't want to play that!

I'll look silly! Oh, come on.

It'll be fun!

No.

Not gonna do it.

It's for the kids.

Oh, okay.

But they better not laugh.

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!

Veggie Tales, Veggie Tales

Veggie Tales, Veggie Tales

Veggie Tales, Veggie Tales

Veggie Tales, Veggie Tales

Broccoli, celery, gotta be

Veggie Tales

Lima beans, collard greens, peachy keen

Veggie Tales

Cauliflower, sweet and sour, half an hour

Veggie Tales

There's never ever ever ever

Ever been a show like Veggie Tales

There's never ever ever ever

Ever been a show like Veggie Tales

It's time for Veggie Tales

Hi, kids, and welcome to Veggie Tales.

I'm Bob the tomato.

And I'm Larry the cucumber.

And we're here to answer your questions.

Yup. Well, I think

You're really gonna like this show.

We got a letter from Caleb Whittier

In broken arrow, Okla...

Bob? Yeah?

How come you always get the letter? What?

Why is it that you always read the letter?

I mean, what if somebody wrote a letter to me?

Well, I guess if you got a letter

You could read it,

But this letter says...

Great!

Well, kids this week we got a letter

From Elijah Castillo in San Antonio, Texas.

And Eli writes.

Uh, can I call you Eli?

Thanks.

Eli writes: Dear Larry...

Wait a minute, Larry,

I don't mean to be rude,

But Caleb here has a problem

and I was all prepared to do a story...

Well, little Eli has a question, too,

and it's just as important as Caleb's.

Fine, Larry.

What is Elijah's question?

And it better be a good one,

'cause I have a story all ready.

Oh, it is.

You see, Eli says here that

there's a bully in his school. And..

A bully?

Yeah, you know, a kid that's real mean

to all the other kids.

I know what a bully is, Larry.

Then why did you ask?

Well, it's just that Caleb wrote

about the same thing.

Wow, that's one busy bully!

It's not the same bully.

How do you know?

Well I don't, but, uh...

But you seemed so certain.

I am certain.

How do you know?

Larry, it's just highly improbable,

statistically speaking,

that one bully is bothering

two kids 500 miles apart!

I mean, sometimes, being certain of something

just means highly probable.

Highly probable!

Bob, instead of talking about this,

wouldn't it be a better idea to answer the question?

You're right, Larry.

I mean, being bullied is a big problem.

You're right, Larry.

I think we should show the kids

what god says about what to do

about bullies, don't you?

That's what I... Oh, man.

Roll film.

I swing from the trees with the greatest of ease

I'm dashing and debonair

For this is sherwood

and I'm Robin Hood

With my bow and my trusty arr-oooow

We bring all the poor some food and much more

We get it all for free

All bad guys beware for they wouldn't dare

cross swords with a hero like me

So come with me, merry men

as we hide out in sherwood glen

We protect all we can across the whole land

There are none who are braver than we

So come with me, merry men

as we hide out in sherwood glen

We protect all we can across the whole land

There are none who are braver than we

I protect all I can across the whole land

There are none who are braver than...

...me.

Ugh!

Oh, no, it's Gourdon!

Junior's toast.

Hey, kid, what are you doing on my playground?

Your playground?

Nobody owns this...

Hey, if I say this is my playground,

then it is my playground.

Sure, sure, this is your playground.

Aw, is little Junior scared?

Well, you should be.

From now on,

no one is allowed to play here

Unless I say so.

You got it? Sure, I've got it.

And that goes for all of you.

If I catch any one of you

even stepping foot in here,

you'll get what Junior here got, and worse.

Get it?

So get out of here!

Before I pound on all of you.

Have you ever been pounded?

A cousin of mine was.

He's soup now.

Bye-bye, Junior.

Hey, we're all heading

to Laura's house to play.

You want to come?

No thanks.

Her mom's making cookies.

No.

Don't worry about it, Junior.

He's just a big old bully.

I know.

Want me to tell your mom or dad?

No, I'm fine.

There's nothing to tell.

You could tell Gourdon

he doesn't own the playground.

That's what I'd tell him...

if I were bigger.

Where's Junior?

Without my star player,

we haven't got a prayer.

He's here!

Get that man a helmet.

Junior, we're down 200 to zero

with only two minutes to play.

Where were you?

There were lives to be saved, coach.

But what can he do in just two minutes?

Just watch him.

Just get me the ball.

Break.

One.

John.

Four.

Eighteen.

Hike.

Better call your mama, better call your pa

Better call your coach, 'cause we got the ball

Yay, Junior!

Square root, division, hypotenuse

We did the math and you're gonna lose

Gobble, gobble, gobble, eatin' turkey's fun

We put a fork in it, and this game is done

Yay, Junior!

Junior! Junior!

Junior! Junior!

Junior.

Junior.

There you are.

What were you doing up there?

Oh, just thinking. What's up?

I wanted to make sure you were all right.