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This is an episode transcript for Larry-Boy! and the Fib from Outer Space!

Contents

• 1 Transcript
  • i.ane VeggieTales Theme Song
  • ane.2 Countertop Intro
  • 1.3 "Larry-Boy! and the Fib From Outer Space!"
  • 1.4 Counter-top Outro

Transcript

VeggieTales Theme Song

Bob: Okay, Larry. It's time for the theme vocal.

Larry: Uh, yeah, Bob. (The "Big Thought Productions Presents" fades in) What do I do?

Bob: Hmm... okay. How almost this. You play the guitar.

Larry: (The "Big Idea Productions Presents" fades out) Bob, I don't take whatever hands.

Bob: Oh, right. (The VeggieTales logo fades in) Okay, okay, uh, Would you play this?

Larry: I don't want to play that. I'll expect silly.

Bob: (The VeggieTales logo fades out) Oh, come up on. It'll be fun.

Larry: Nope. Not gonna practice it.

Bob: (The "Created by Phil Vischer & Mike Nawrocki" fades in) It's for the kids.

Larry: Oh. (The "Created by Phil Vischer & Mike Nawrocki" fades out) Okay. But they meliorate not express mirth.

Bob: Okay. It'due south time now. Better go out there.

(Larry walks on the screen with a sousaphone. While he's playing information technology, Bob appears.)

Bob: If yous like to talk to tomatoes

If a squash can make yous grin

If y'all like to waltz with potatoes

Up & downwardly the produce alley...

Have we got a show for you.

(Larry nods, then cuts to clips from previous VeggieTales episodes)

All: VeggieTales. (8x)

Bob: Broccoli, celery, gotta be...

All: VeggieTales!

Inferior: Lima beans, collard greens, peachy not bad...

All: VeggieTales!

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

All: VeggieTales!

There's never e'er ever ever always been a show similar VeggieTales! (2x)

It's time for VeggieTales!

(Larry faints then kids laugh at him)

Countertop Intro

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

Larry: And I'g Larry the Cucumber. And we're hither to answer your questions.

Bob: That's right. [He and Larry await around and think] So... who's got a question?

Larry: (very excitedly) Oh, hey! I but remembered! I got an e-mail from a kid named Ezzio Vietti in Hackensack, New Bailiwick of jersey.

Bob: You lot got a what?

Larry: You lot know, Bob, email. Aren't you wired, online, (sways his hips) surfing the spider web? HTML, skilful buddy.

Bob: Oh. I got cable last calendar month.

Larry: Yous are and so early '90s. [Bob becomes offended] Anyway, Ezzio said he just did something that he knew he wasn't supposed to do. Now his friends are telling him to lie near information technology and so he won't get in trouble. (Turns to Bob) What should he do?

Bob: Ooooh! A lie tin exist a very unsafe thing. (Looks away) Do we accept any stories near that?

Larry: (psyched) Bob, I'm all over information technology.

Bob: Huh? [at this betoken, Bob is confused and shocked at Larry existence in charge]

Larry: The same matter happened to Junior Asparagus one time!

Bob: It did? I don't remember...

Larry: (interrupts Bob) Ezzio, grab your popcorn, reject the lights, and get ready for... "Larry-Boy! and the Fib from Outer Space!" Roll film! (Runs out of scene leaving Bob behind)

Bob: Huh? Larry! (The lights of the countertop shut off leaving Bob in the dark both figuratively and literally)

"Larry-Male child! and the Fib From Outer Space!"

(The story, which is prepare in the urban center of Bumblyburg, begins with the Peas, Percy and Li'l Pea, leaving the movie theatre, as well a few other people like Pa Grape and the Peach leaving)

Li'l Pea: Oh, that was a keen film!

Percy: Oh information technology certain was. I especially liked the part where the space aliens sucked all those cows up into their spaceship and then switched brains with the cows so they could come up back to world and infiltrate our order unnoticed.

Li'l Pea: Uh, yep, well that was... That was great.

[Percy looks upwardly in the sky and finds a falling object]

Percy: What exercise you suppose that is?

(the photographic camera cuts to the falling object and so to the Bumblyburg science lab)

Jimmy: I'm bored, Jerry. B-O-R-D, bored. Why did nosotros want to work at the Bumblyburg scientific discipline lab? Cause we wanted to see infinite aliens. And what take we seen in two long years? Huh? Nothing! Nothing, N-U-T-... Well, y'all know, naught.

[camera cuts to Jerry Gourd wearing Spock ears looking at a satellite image of the falling object]

Jerry: Jimmy?

Jimmy: "Watch the screen," they said, "go along your eyes on the screen." So we watched the screen for 2 years and what have nosotros seen? Nothing!

Jerry: Jimmy?

(The alert goes off as a ruby-red low-cal flashes.)

Jimmy: And then at that place's the light. "If this light always flashes, something from infinite is most to hit Bumblyburg. Alert Larry-Boy immediately!"

Jerry: Jimmy! (starts to tremble)

Jimmy: Like that'll ever happen, I'm telling you, Jerry, this is the well-nigh boring chore on Earth. (Jerry silently gulps, then Jimmy stands next to him) Possibly we can get our erstwhile jobs back at Mr. Slushy. What? [Looks at the satellite epitome and starts to tremble every bit well and he and Jerry look at the push for the Larry-Point]

(The camera cuts to a edifice top with the Larry-bespeak as it activates. Then the camera cuts to a mansion. Alfred (played by Archibald) notices the Larry-Signal and runs outside and tells Larry-Boy almost the situation)

Alfred: Ah. Uh, master Larry, excuse me, chief Larry.

Larry-Boy: Aye, Alfred? (turns and accidentally hits Alfred with his plunger and looks at the indicate in the heaven) No time now, Alfred. Duty calls! (Larry-Boy leaves to become in his car with Alfred on the ground)

Alfred: I've fallen and I tin can't get up.

Choir: (singing) Aah, aah, aah, aah, Larry-Boy!

[the photographic camera cuts to a expressionless-end road which happens to exist the entrance the Larry-cave, the Larry-Mobile roars out of the garage and the championship "Larry-Boy! & the Fib from Outer Space!" comes up. The title fades and that falling object from earlier lands in a nearby neighborhood and the object turns out to be a modest blue animate being the size of a racket ball covered in warts and an antennae. It looks around and heads left to someone'southward domicile. The dark night sky fades to solar day and the camera turns to the house of Junior Asparagus.]

Laura Carrot: The tea party is almost ready. We just need one more than plate for Mr. Snuggly.

(camera cuts to the living room where we see Junior, Laura and Junior's teddy bear: Mr. Snuggly)

Junior: Hmm. Another plate? I know just where to become one.

Laura: Where?

Inferior: Up there.

[Laura looks up at the bookshelf behind her to find a valuable bowling plate]

Laura: Um, that looks like a very special plate. Perchance we could find some other one.

Inferior: Oh, information technology is a special plate. My dad says, "That'southward Art Bigotti, the greatest roller that ever rolled a ball. Merely 200 plates made, and it'south collectible!"

Laura: Let's simply find another plate.

Junior: Mr. Snuggly is a very special bear. He deserves a special plate. I'm certain my dad won't mind.

(Leans back and the shelf where the bowling plate is on begins to tilt forward but he pushes information technology back and the plate is hit by some books and falls off the shelf and breaks into pizza-shaped pieces. Inferior looks down in stupor.)

Laura: Oh, I just remembered. I was supposed to wash my, uh... I accept to have out the, uh... I gotta get. (Runs out of the house leaving Junior worried about what he could do about his accident. As Junior looks at the broken plate, he hears a vocalism and looks around.)

Male: Psst, hey kid, looks like yous got a problem.

Junior: Huh? Who said that?

Male: If yous're interested, I call back I tin help.

Junior: (looks at Mr. Snuggly) Mr. Snuggly? You can talk?

"Mr. Snuggly" (voice): Well, I've never been chosen Mr. Snuggly earlier, but of course I tin talk. (turns out to be the picayune blue animate being from before) Actually, the name is Fibrilious Minimus. Merely you can call me Fib. (he winks)

Junior: You must be new to the neighborhood.

Fib: You tin say that. But more importantly, I'k here to help you out. I couldn't help merely notice you lot bankrupt the plate.

Junior: Yeah, I...

Fib: And I imagine your father's not gonna exist thrilled.

Junior: (nervously) Well yep...

Fib: Now heed closely, what you need is a story.

Junior: You mean like a bedtime story?

Fib: No, no, no, no. Now endeavour to go on up hither, kid, you need to make upward a story well-nigh how somebody else bankrupt the plate.

Junior: (shocked) You mean you want me to lie?!

Fib: Oh, no, no, no, not a lie. What nosotros are talking about here is but a piffling fib. People do it all the time, trust me. A trivial fib couldn't hurt everyone.

(a door opens)

Dad Asparagus: I'm dwelling house!

(door closes)

Fib: At present it'due south up to y'all child. Break a leg. (hides behind a chair leg)

(Junior watches his dad come in)

Dad Asparagus: Hullo Junior, how was your 24-hour interval today? (Looks at Inferior, who doesn't respond, just looking sheepish, and so looks at his plate on the ground)

Dad Asparagus: My plate! My Art Bigotti limited edition collector'due south plate! What happened to it?

(Inferior looks at Fib, who tells Junior to pay attention)

Junior: Well...

(Music plays and Inferior begins to sing)

Junior: It'southward Laura's error. She broke the plate, I tried to end her.

(Fib gets surprisingly happy)

Junior: She said she had to demonstrate her apple tree chopper. The apple tree chopper worked just great but chopped right through your bowling plate. It's Laura'southward fault, she broke the plate, it's truthful and that's the tale I have tell to you.

Dad Asparagus: Oh... My. Well if that's what you lot say happened, well, I trust y'all, Junior. But I'm very surprised at Laura. I'm gonna take to call her father right abroad. (Leaves)

[The Fib hops out and appears to be three times his original size]

Fib: Y'all did it! Good work, kid.

Junior: Huh? Have you grown?

Fib: Oh, no, no. I've always been this size, only you lot. You were magnificent!

Junior: I don't know. What nigh Laura?

Fib: Oh, she'll be fine. Retrieve, a little fib couldn't hurt anybody. And besides, it'due south over, you're gratuitous!

Junior: You're correct. I don't have to worry about that plate anymore. I'1000 free!

Fib: You betcha!

Junior: I experience great. Yous were right. A fiddling fib can't hurt anybody.

Fib: Ha hahaha! That's my boy. (He and Inferior leave the firm to become out into town) Come on, child, let's become take some more fun.

Junior: All righty, I'm with you all the mode, Fib! Haha haha!

[cut to black; so cutting to the inside of the Larry-Mobile equally Alfred calls in Larry-Boy]

Alfred: Larry-Boy! Hullo, master Larry. Can yous hear me?

Larry-Boy: Loud and clear, Alfred. Get alee.

Alfred: Yeah, have y'all located the fallen object?

Larry-Boy: I'm agape not. The Larry-mobile and I have been all over Bumblyburg and we haven't seen anything that looks like it came from outer infinite.

Alfred: Cipher at all?

Larry-Boy: Well, nosotros did see a kid with greenish hair. Oh! And a dog that could whistle. (during his dialogue, the Larry-mobile drives through downtown and passes ii scallions, The Peach, the Blue Air current-Up Lobster, and Frankencelery)

Alfred: Oh. All correct, well, keep looking, master Larry. Recall, the security of Bumblyburg rests in your, uh... plungers. (smiles)

Larry-Boy: Take no fearfulness, Alfred. If there's a infinite alien in this town, Larry-Boy volition bring 'em in.

Choir: (singing) Larry-Boy!

Larry-Boy: (Passes by Junior and Fib. He opens his window to say hello and plainly doesn't recognize Fib and drives off) Hello, boys.

Percy: Hey, Junior! (Hops to talk to Junior)

Fib: Uh, I'll be right back. (Hops off into an alleyway)

Junior: Hullo Percy.

Percy: Junior, I just came from Laura's house and she got in trouble for breaking your dad'south bowling plate. Except she said she didn't break it, she said you lot did. Who's telling the truth?

[Junior gets nervous and starts to think]

Inferior: Oh... Well... Actually... She'southward correct.

Percy: Huh?

Inferior: Laura didn't break the plate. It was... Information technology was... Lenny.

Percy: Her brother?

Inferior: Yeah, that'south right. Lenny broke the plate. I'll tell you the whole story.

(music kicks in and Junior begins to sing once more)

Junior: It's Lenny's mistake, he broke the plate, he's very naughty. Just how was I to know he hated Art Bigotti? He gave information technology to a crocodile who chewed it up for quite a while. It'due south Lenny'south error, he broke the plate, it's true and that's the tale I have to tell to you.

Percy: Whoa. Gee, I didn't recollect Lenny was capable of that kind of violence. He seemed like such a dainty child. I didn't even know he had a crocodile. (Hops abroad)

Junior: This is keen! It worked over again, Fib! Fib? You are growing!

[camera turns to the Fib who has grown taller and at present has feet and a deeper voice]

Fib: Growing? Oh, no, no. (looks down) Well, maybe I put on a few pounds, simply Junior, I will always be your little fib.

Junior: (Looks downwards at the Fib's feet) You've got legs.

Fib: Yeah, I practice. But, enough about me. Junior, yous were marvelous. What a story. I'm telling y'all, child, y'all've got the gift.

Junior: Really?

Fib: Oh aye. No doubt about it. You've got what it takes.

[Larry-Boy passes by Junior and Fib once again and calls in Alfred]

Alfred: What do you hateful you can't find it?

Larry-Boy: I'm telling you, Alfred, I've looked everywhere. Information technology's just not here.

(cuts to Alfred in the Larry-Cavern)

Alfred: Master Larry, I've gone over all the data from the science lab and I accept to agree with their conclusions. Something from outer infinite landed in Bumblyburg, information technology simply has to exist around in that location somewhere.

Larry-Boy: Look. Alfred. I've been driving around all day. I'1000 tired, I'm hungry, I've got to go to the bathroom. This suit is very constricting, I'm coming home now.

Alfred: But, the security of Bumblyburg rests in your...!

Larry-Boy: (shuts off communications with Alfred) In that location are no space aliens in Bumblyburg. (Passes past Junior and Fib once again as Percy, Laura and Lenny come to confront Junior)

Laura: At that place he is!

Junior: Hi, guys.

Fib: (runs into a nearby alleyway) Uh, if you need me I'll be over hither.

Junior: Huh?

(Laura, Lenny and Percy argue virtually Inferior's lies in unison):

Lenny: What do you mean I bankrupt the plate? I wasn't even at your firm! How could I had cleaved the plate?

Percy: Lenny says he didn't intermission the plate. Laura says she didn't break the plate.

Laura: Lies! Lies!

Percy: It'southward a great, big, ugly lie!

Lenny: Information technology'due south a lie, Inferior!

Inferior: No, no, that'due south not what I said at all. (to Lenny) You didn't break the plate, (to Laura) and y'all didn't break the plate! No. It was these space aliens. They came downwards, and they grabbed these cows. And they switched brains with the cows. And the cows... with the brains of the space aliens... bankrupt... the plate! (Looks at his friends)

Percy: Funny. I've just seen that same thing happen in a movie. "Invasion of the Cow Snatchers!"

Junior: Yous did?

Percy: It's some other lie! Zilch but a big... (a sound of thunderous footsteps emerge while Percy talks) fat... ugly....

[everyone looks up]

Junior: Huh? (he turns effectually and looks up himself) F-F-Fib?!

[we see a towering creature with the Fib's appearance. He is well-nigh 50 feet alpine and at present has a pair of arms and a deep baritone voice]

Fib: Hi, Junior. (Reaches downwardly and picks Inferior upwards)

Junior: What are you doing?!

Fib: Don't worry, Junior. A little fib couldn't hurt anybody, right? Haha haha! (his human foot crushes a VW Beetle taxicab)

Junior: Help! Information technology'due south got me! I can't get costless!

[The Fib goes on a rampage with the citizens running for their lives. He starts by vandalizing an ice foam parlor and laughs maniacally. Laura, Lenny, and Percy hibernate behind a building trembling. The Fib goes to the picture palace and defaces a brandish for "Invasion of the Cow Snatchers"]

Scooter: (Watches the destroyed brandish go down the street and looks at where it came from. He'south inside a police force car which plays the song I Can Be Your Friend.) Cracking Scott! (He sees Fib vandalizing a fast nutrient restaurant.) It's a monster! And it'due south got the wee lad in its clutches! This is a job for Larry-Boy! (Fib finds him and walks over to footstep on his police automobile) (calling in the station) Larry-Boy! We need Larry-Boy! Call him, beep him, I don't care how you get him, only become him fast! I'll call you right dorsum. (He runs out screaming and Fib crushes his police car) Oh, the inhumanity. Larry-Male child! Where could he be?!

[The camera cuts to Larry, who is out of his Larry-Boy costume now in his robe, playing a game of Candy Land with Alfred in the house]

Larry: I'one thousand still stuck in the molasses swamp. I've been hither for 38 turns. Your turn, Alfred.

Alfred: Yeah, let's see. (Alfred pulls a carte du jour) (excitedly) Oh, wait! I become to go all the way to Princess Lolly! What luck! Ha! Your turn.

Larry: (picks a card) Nevertheless stuck. I sure hope the rest of Bumblyburg is having a meliorate day than I am. (He turns his card out to look out the window to see the Larry-Signal blinking and the city in disarray with the crowd screaming and sirens clarion. He and Alfred get up)

Larry: Alfred. I've got piece of work to do. Consider our game... postponed. (Alfred looks at the photographic camera nervously)

Choir: (singing) Aah, aah, aah, aah, Larry-Boy!

(photographic camera cuts dorsum to the city where Fib crushes another auto and is virtually to beat out a Volkswagen van merely is stopped by Inferior)

Junior: Fib! Why are you doing this to me? I thought you were my friend!

Fib: That'southward the thing nearly fibs, Junior, we grow. Now that I'chiliad big, it's my plow to telephone call the shots. And you belong to me.

Larry-Male child: (off-screen) Not so fast, monster! (Junior looks at the source of the voice.)

Fib: Huh?

(The Fib turns his head to see Larry-Boy back in his costume and his car)

Choir: (singing) Larry-Boy!

(camera cuts to Percy, Laura and Lenny hiding)

Percy: If anyone can stop that fib, Larry-Male child tin. (Lenny nods)

(camera cuts dorsum to Larry-Boy)

Larry-Boy: Drop the asparagus!

Fib: Why won't you come and brand me, picayune imperial man?

Larry-Boy: If that'southward the style it's gonna be!!!

Choir: (singing) Larry-Boy, Larry-Boy.

(Larry-Male child gets back into his machine and closes the canopy)

(Fib looks around and finds the water belfry and walks towards at that place with Inferior)

Alfred: (communications) Larry, what'south happening?

Larry-Boy: The monster is heading towards the Bumblyburg water tower. He is conveying a pocket-size asparagus. Alfred, nosotros must find a manner to stop this beast!

Alfred: (at the Larry-cavern on the calculator) Yeah, I'll get the computer working on it right abroad! Can you become to the water tower?

(Larry-Boy looks towards the water tower. The tower is sitting on a barricade in the intersection.)

Larry-Male child: The route is blocked. I'm agape I'll have to get on human foot.

Alfred: Well, I've made a few modifications to the Larry-mobile that might just do the trick.

Larry-Boy: You have?

Alfred: Well, you know, I like to tinker in my spare time.

(Larry-Boy looks down at the control panel)

Larry-Boy: Is that what all these new buttons are for?

Alfred: That's right. Unfortunately, I haven't had time to label them.

Larry-Male child: Oh, dear.

Alfred: But if you practice exactly as I say, everything should work out fine. I call back.

(Larry-Male child looks at the camera with a dislocated face. Cut to Fib who looks upward at the water belfry)

Fib: Permit's come across if your little purple friend can help you up hither. Haha haha! (Junior looks on nervously)

(Camera cuts to the Larry-mobile idling. Camera cuts to Laura, Lenny and Percy who are notwithstanding hiding and looking at the car.)

Lenny: What's he doing?

Laura: I don't know. Maybe he roughshod asleep.

Percy: Well, somebody should go wake him up!

(The Larry-mobile'due south engine revs upward and information technology rockets downwardly the road to the h2o tower)

Alfred: Now once you get upward to speed all you lot accept to exercise is printing the green button. Uh, no, no, the blue push button.

Larry-Boy: Alfred! I'grand going to run out of road! Which push button is it?!

Alfred: The blueish push button! Press the bluish push button!

(Larry-Boy presses the blue button and wipers pop out)

Larry-Male child: Wipers!

Alfred: (stressed out) The green button! Hit the green 1!

(Larry-Boy hits information technology and the horn sounds off as the car zooms by. Cut to Percy and Laura)

Laura: He's honking.

Percy: Information technology's part of the programme. (Laura looks at Percy)

(camera goes back to the speeding Larry-mobile about to hit the water belfry)

Larry-Boy: (yelling) I am going to die!!!

Alfred: Cease yelling at me!!! No yelling! Yell, yell!! Xanthous!!

(Larry-Boy presses the yellow button and the Larry-mobile turns into the Larry-plane with the wheels popping off and wings popping out. The aeroplane lifts upwards and steers left before it hits the water belfry.)

Choir: (singing) Aah, aah, aah, aah, Larry-Boy!

(photographic camera cuts to Scooter looking into the sky)

Scooter: What in the name of Fergus McDonaldson...?

(camera cuts to Fib who looks at the Larry-Plane. Cut to the interior of the Larry-Aeroplane)

Larry-Boy: So this is what you do in your spare time.

Alfred: Well, not all of information technology. I also dabble in biochemistry, nuclear medicine. You know, this and that.

Larry-Male child: So how do we stop this thing?

Alfred: Oh. Yeah. That. Allow's see here. Ah! We know what the monster is now.

Larry-Boy: What is it?

Alfred: It's a lie.

Larry-Boy: What'due south a lie?

Alfred: It is.

Larry-Boy: Which office?

Alfred: The whole thing. It's a lie. The monster is a lie!

Larry-Boy: Oh my! Well, how practise I terminate it?

Alfred: Um... I'm afraid we don't know that yet.

Larry-Boy: Drat.

(Cuts back at the h2o belfry as a crowd gathers around it. Mom and Dad Asparagus walk up to Scooter.)

Scooter: Oh, I don't think y'all should wait, Ma'am. It's not a pretty sight! (they look up)

Junior: Mom! Dad! Help!

(Mom and Dad and Scooter are shocked. Dad faints.)

(Cuts back to the plane)

Larry-Boy: Alfred, what kind of weapon systems do we have?

Alfred: Oh, I've thought of all sorts of wonderful footling ideas! Unfortunately, I haven't had time to make them yet.

Larry-Boy: What?

Alfred: Perhaps I've spent a piddling likewise much time on nuclear medicine.

Larry-Boy: Well, there's only one thing left to do!

Alfred: What? What are you doing?

Larry-Boy: What I should have done all along! Super-suction ears away!

(Larry-Boy springs out of the airplane and flies downwards towards the top of the Fib'south head. Fib watches the plane zoom by, then he hears Larry-Boy.)

Larry-Boy: (Kamikaze mode) Aye-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi!!

(The fib catches Larry-Boy in his hand and squeezes him until one of his super-suction ears pop out. The plunger lands in front of officer Scooter, Mom and Dad Asparagus, who faints once more.)

Larry-Boy: Alfred?

Alfred: Yeah Larry! How is it going?

Larry-Boy: I think at present would be a adept time for you to tell me how I can stop this lie.

Alfred: Aye, yes, yes! Here comes the answer at present! Um, according to my calculations, you lot can do... zilch.

Larry-Boy: Null?

Alfred: Yeah, nothing.

(Moments of silence)

Larry-Male child: (irritated) Why didn't you tell me that before I jumped on his head?!

Alfred: (embarrassed) Well, my calculations were non yet finished. (every bit Larry-Boy just sits there, he hears the Fib talking)

Fib: (To Junior) Even a little lie tin can get really big, really fast, and a big lie tin can simply swallow you up, and Junior, you've made a really big lie! Haha haha!

(Scooter, Mom and Dad Asparagus look up as Fib laughs evilly)

Alfred: Larry-Male child, can you hear me? I've made a discovery.

Larry-Boy: What?

Alfred: You cannot stop the prevarication.

Larry-Boy: Alfred, we've been over this.

Alfred: No, no, listen! You cannot stop the lie, but someone else can.

Larry-Male child: What? Who?

Alfred: I don't know yet. The reckoner's working on it correct now.

(Fib starts to examine Larry-Boy and Junior)

Fib: Now, which one of you lot guys should I eat first?

Larry-Male child: Alfred, we have no fourth dimension!!

Alfred: (looks effectually like crazy) It's thinking!

(Fib holds Larry-Boy upside down to examine.)

Fib: Hmm... you sorta look similar processed.

(Fib begins to slowly put Larry-Boy in his mouth)

Larry-Boy: No, really, it's spandex. It's quite bitter. ALFRED!

Alfred: I'm getting a reading!

Larry-Boy: Alfred!

Alfred: It looks like... information technology looks like...

(Alfred accidentally unplugs his computer)

Alfred: AAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

(Larry-Boy gets closer to the Fib's mouth every 2d)

Larry-Boy: (panicking) Alfred! What'southward happening?!

Alfred: AAAAAAAAAAH!!!

(Alfred looks at the computer plug and plugs the computer back in. The computer screen boots upwardly)

Alfred: (screaming) Kick, yous transistorized tormentor, BOOT!!!

(Fib places Larry-Boy in his rima oris. Larry-Boy closes his eyes in anguish.)

Larry-Boy: Goodbye, Bumblyburg!!

(Alfred discovers Junior on his computer. Meanwhile, Junior tries to shield his eyes from seeing his beloved hero being eaten.)

Alfred: It'south Inferior! (Inferior opens his eyes wide open and overhears Alfred's voice) It'south Junior! Junior can terminate the prevarication!!!

(As Fib chews on Larry-Boy, Inferior tells the truth)

Junior: I DID IT!!

Crowd: (Gasps)?!

Fib: Hmm?

Junior: I bankrupt the plate!

(Fib spits out Larry-Boy, then Larry-Boy looks up)

Junior: I said Laura broke the plate and that was a lie! I said Lenny broke the plate and that was a prevarication too!

(As Junior tells the truth, the fib shrinks)

Junior: It was me. I'm the i who did information technology. It was all my fault.

(Fib finally kicks the bucket by vanishing from existence and Junior is free. He lands next to Larry-Boy as the crowd smiles in relief)

Junior: Now, how do I get downward from hither?

Larry-Boy: There's a problem I know I can handle.

(Junior is brought downward to his dad, with Larry-Male child's plunger belongings him)

Junior: Dad, I'm really deplorable about your plate.

Dad Asparagus: Oh, Junior. I'one thousand certain it was an accident. I just wish you would have told me right abroad.

Junior: I thought you'd be really mad at me.

Dad Asparagus: Junior, you're much more than important to me than any old bowling plate.

Inferior: I gauge I should be punished. Huh?

Mom Asparagus: I think what you've been through today was penalty plenty. What do y'all think, Dad?

Dad Asparagus: I recall you're right. Let'southward just make certain that from now on we get the true story, the offset fourth dimension. (they gather together for a group hug)

Scooter: Oh! Doesn't it simply warm your heart? And it's all because of one man, one plunger-headed hero always ready when Bumblyburg needs him- (He looks, only Larry-Boy is nowhere to be seen) Larry-Boy? (the crowd looks around for him) In that location he goes again. (Everyone leaves)

(Cutting back to Larry-Male child where, in an homage to Tim Burton's Batman, he watches the Larry-signal. Elsewhere in the metropolis, a RED fib has landed in another neighborhood. It looks around and hops off in the contrary direction Fib went when he first landed.)

Counter-top Outro

Bob: Wow, that was really something! Y'all did a not bad job, Larry... Boy.

Larry-Male child: Cheers, Bob. Um, we need to hurry this along. I have a meeting with the activity figure people in ten minutes.

Bob: Activity figures?

Larry-Boy: Yep Bob. Larry-Boy mania is sweeping the nation. If you're not on lath, you lot're gonna miss the train.

Bob: I, uh, I had no idea.

Larry-Boy: Now you lot practice.

Bob: Yeah, well... we're over here by Qwerty to talk near what we learned today.

Singers: And so what we have learned applies to our lives today and God has a lot to say in His book.

(Bob tries to finish the song, but Larry-Boy uses one of his plunger ears to drag him dorsum to Qwerty)

Larry-Male child: I similar that song. Allow it play.

Singers: You see, nosotros know that God's word is for everyone and now that our song is washed, we'll take a look.

(as the last verse of the vocal plays, Bob tries to say something, just he but gives up. Larry-Male child and so lets become of Bob every bit the vocal ends)

Bob: Well, Inferior thought the best way to get out of problem was past telling a prevarication.

Larry-Boy: Yeah, but to embrace upward for the first lie, he had to tell more than and more lies until finally, he was trapped... a slave to his lies.

Bob: That's right. He idea a prevarication would prepare him free. But in the stop, the only way for him to go free was by telling the truth. Allow'due south see if Qwerty has a poetry for us.

(Qwerty moves his head around a bit and shows a Bible verse from John viii:32b)

Bob: "The truth will set you costless." John 8:32b. You see, Ezzio, the only way for us to really be gratis is past doing what God wants us to do, and God wants u.s.a. to ever tell the truth. I'm not saying that y'all won't get punished for what you did, but as Junior learned, facing your parents can be a lot less painful than getting stuck in a big lie!

Larry-Boy: Oh, is that right. Well, nosotros gotta clear the stage at present, Bob. It's time for the earth premiere of my new music video.

Bob: Your what? You're joking, right? (he looks at the music video text next to him) He's not joking. (He leaves the countertop) Larry, we've gotta talk!

(The Larry-Boy music video plays)

(Stop of Transcript)

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