VeggieTales: Lord of the Beans (2005) Movie Script
1
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 going to 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.
VeggieTales, VeggieTales
VeggieTales, VeggieTales
VeggieTales, VeggieTales
VeggieTales, VeggieTales
Broccoli, celery, gotta be
VeggieTales
Lima beans, collard greens,
peachy keen
VeggieTales
Cauliflower, sweet and sour,
half an hour
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
Hi, kids. I'm Bob the Tomato,
and welcome to VeggieTales.
Larry said he'd be right back,
said he had some kind of a
surprise or something.
Oh, Larry?
What are you...
Whooaaa!
Look out for the sink!
Where did you get...
Do you like it?
I saved up 500 box tops
from Frosted Flaky Flippers
cereal
and it's finally here!
My new ukulele.
Uh, that's a unicycle, Larry.
Uh, but aren't those things
really hard to ride?
Well, I guess at first,
but I got the hang of it.
No big deal.
I think I'm gifted.
You can't even reach the pedals.
How're you doing that?
I'm telling you, Bob, I got a
gift.
And you know what I'm going to
do with it?
Uh, your gift?
Yeah.
Rich and
famous, Bob.
Give me a month
and my ukulele and I will be
on the cover of VeggieBeat
Magazine!
It's a unicycle.
And are you sure
that's what your gift is for?
Well, what else would it be for?
You know, that reminds me of a
letter
we just got from Dylan Clark
of Altoona, Wisconsin.
Can Dylan ride a unicycle?
Well, no.
But Dylan can build things
better than anyone else he
knows.
His mom says he has a gift.
Dylan wants to know what exactly
a "gift" is,
and what is he supposed to do
with it?
Rich and famous, Dylan!
Wait a minute, Larry.
We have a story today
that can help both of you.
It's about a boy
who received an extraordinary
gift
and had to figure out what it
was for.
It's full of elves and dwarves
and flobbits.
Oooh!
What's a flobbit?
You'll find out in a minute.
Dylan, get ready
for the Lord of the Beans.
Randalf, you're late.
Toto Baggypants,
I am never late.
I arrive precisely
when I intend to.
Oh my.
Got the fireworks?
Oh yeah.
Well done, Randalf.
Yes, they seemed to enjoy it.
So when's your uncle going to
make his speech?
Here he is now.
Dear flobbits,
today is my twelfity-twoth
birthday!
Ah. 122 years
is too short a time
to live among such fine folk.
I'm twice as tall as half of you
and half as short as twice of
you.
But... I'm growing tired, you
see.
I'm feeling stretched,
like chocolate pudding scraped
across too much ham.
My life has been a series of
adventures
A string of journeys, quests and
curious trips
I've done all right, you see
Gathering riches just for me
All to bring the cup of joy up
to my lips
I grabbed a little more of this
And a little more of that
I wanted to be happy
But instead it left me flat
Share with me the secret if you
can
The key to be a truly happy man
I didn't mean to interrupt your
feasting
Or bore you with my silly little
speech
So dig right in, my friends
Before the celebration ends
And the plate of pleasure passes
out of reach
And have a little more of this
And a little more of that
You hope it makes you happy
But it only makes you fat
And now it's time to bid you all
adieu
But not before a present, just
for you
My birthday cake!
Uncle Billboy?
Ha!
Hmm, ah, Billboy, you old
rascal.
They never saw that one coming.
You think you're awfully clever,
don't ya?
Randalf!
My old friend.
Why, you haven't changed a bit.
No, but you have.
You must be twice as tall
as when last we met.
W... well, you know, clean
living.
Heh, heh.
And your clothes.
Very fine for a flobbit.
Oh... uh,
rags, really.
And this house!
I don't remember that there.
Uh... what?
Uh, Randalf?
Or that.
Or that.
W-well, business has been good.
And what's this? An espresso
maker?
Oh, you really must try it.
I tell you, it makes tea taste
like bath water.
I wasn't sure I'd like it at
first.
It has quite a...
ooh... kick.
Billboy Baggypants,
there are many powerful beans in
the world.
None of them should be used
lightly.
Oh...
being friends with you
can be such a bother.
All right, here it is.
I found it on my adventures.
It's given me everything I've
asked for.
Everything I could think of,
anyway.
But something's missing.
I can't put words to it,
but I intend to find it,
whatever it is.
That's why I'm leaving.
I'm leaving tonight
and I don't believe I'll be
coming back.
And your home?
To Toto, my nephew.
I'm giving everything to him.
What about the bean?
Yes, the bean too.
What I'm looking for,
I don't think it can give me.
You'll see to it that he gets
it, won't you?
Yes. Of course.
W-well, I must be off.
Farewell, Randalf.
Hmm? Oh, yes.
Farewell, Billboy.
Until we meet again.
Uncle Billboy, I saved you some
cake.
I got one with a big flower.
Randalf?
Your uncle isn't here, Toto.
He had to leave.
Said he was looking for
something.
He talked about leaving.
I guess I knew someday he really
would.
He's giving you everything.
His home, all his things...
this bean...
Why would I want a bean?
This bean is not an ordinary
bean
This bean is not an ordinary
bean
It's not?
No. It's not.
Many, many years ago
When Center-Earth was thick with
snow
Four beans were given
I said, four beans were given
Long before the shire was made
Where flobbits flaunter in the
shade
Four beans were given
Powerful beans were given
Special. Powerful.
The first bean could grow any
kind of food
or drink you could imagine.
The second could change your
looks:
your height, your hair.
The third produced the finest
clothing,
and the fourth, small kitchen
appliances.
Small kitchen appliances?
Small kitchen appliances!
Toasters, blenders,
Fry Daddy deep fryers,
you name it!
Whoa.
Is this one of those beans?
No.
No? Oh.
Where'd those beans go?
Unfortunately, the poor fools
who received them
had no idea what they'd been
given
and cooked them up in a stew.
Not bad.
But there was another bean...
Another bean?
Another bean
Another bean.
A fifth bean
A fifth bean
That could give anything
Anything?
Anything
From blenders to bagels,
hairdos to hats.
The power of all the others
wrapped up in one bean.
One bean?
One bean.
The most powerful bean in the
world.
Is this it?
Put it in the fire, Toto.
Huh?
Put it in the fire!
The one true bean carries an
inscription
revealed by fire alone.
Now take it out and look
closely.
I don't see anything.
No, wait.
What does it say?
It says, "If you can read this
you're too close."
Other side.
"Use wisely".
Use wisely?
This is that bean
This is that bean
It's an amazing gift, Toto,
and it's yours.
The bean is yours!
I'm not so sure I want it.
Billboy's given me plenty of
stuff.
You take the bean, Randalf.
The bean is your gift, Toto.
Every gift is given for a
reason.
We can't choose which ones we
get,
only what we do with them.
Well, what am I supposed to do
with it?
I don't know beans.
What if I use it wrong
and mess everything up?
Randalf, you're wise.
Tell me what to do with it.
Well, I, uh...
To be honest, I don't know.
I paid better attention in
fireworks class
than in bean class.
It was a good show, though,
wasn't it?
I think I know someone
who can help, though.
The Elders of the Razzberry
Forest.
Their knowledge of mysterious
plants and beans
goes back ages.
The Raspberry Forest?
That's on the other side of...
The mountains of Much-Snowia.
The journey will be difficult,
but the wisdom you seek
cannot be gained without work.
There are other dangers.
Your gift is not unknown.
The dark lord Scaryman would
give anything
to have it for his own.
S-Scaryman?
That bean could feed and clothe
his armies
as they ravage Center-Earth.
Right now, his minions search
for it.
M-minions?
Yes,
foul creatures that fear
nothing.
W-What kind of v-vegetable are
they?
Oh, they aren't vegetable at
all.
Unnatural creatures forged by
Scaryman himself!
Half spoon, half fork.
You mean...
Sporks.
They are his utensils and they
do his bidding.
Sporks?
No one would blame you
if you just put the bean in a
box
and forgot about it.
I've been given a gift
and I want to know what it's
for.
I need to know what I'm to do
with it.
But, I don't think I can make
the journey alone.
You won't have to.
I took the liberty
to invite a few friends.
Fearless ranger, Ear-A-Corn!
Oops.
You have my sword.
Sharp-shooting elf...
Leg-O-Lamb.
You have my bow.
And gruff but lovable dwarf,
Grumpy.
Oy.
Could we have parked any farther
away?
Oh yeah. You have my axe.
Not that it'll do any good.
Mmm?
Oh, that's my brother.
Uh, he didn't have anything
to do this weekend.
He's another elf.
What does he do?
Uh... he's pretty good in the
kitchen.
And... the "Other Elf".
These fearless men have agreed
to accompany you
on your quest to brave
Much-Snowia
and keep you from Scaryman's
clutches
as you seek the purpose of your
gift.
I give you
the Fellowship of the Bean!
Got any waffles?
Why didn't you go before we
left?
I didn't have to then.
I'm good now.
I can hike forever.
Much-Snowia.
That's a lot of snow.
We covered a lot of ground
today.
What say we bunk down here for
the night?
It's not even lunchtime.
And?
"It'll be fun," he says.
"Fresh air," he says.
"You'll get out of the mines,"
he says.
And for this I'm missing taco
night?
Th-that was it.
Now I can go for hours.
You gotta dress for the weather!
The Razzberry Forest.
We did it!
We're not there yet.
You all wait here
while I look for a safe route
down.
If you're clever,
these things can even keep your
nose warm!
Uhh!
Watch out!
How's your nose feel now?
Still warm!
I'm starving.
Where're all the raspberries?
Not that kind of raspberry.
"Not that kind
of raspberry."
What's that supposed to mean?
Hey, kid, you got any food?
My stomach's growling.
Just day-old biscuits.
Did you eat all yours?
I got them right here.
They don't agree with me.
I was thinking more like a, uh,
a nice chicken burrito.
Sorry.
Fresh out of burritos.
Hey.
You got that bean, right?
Yeah.
It can make anything.
Anything we want!
I guess.
Perfect!
So make me a chicken burrito
with lotsa guacamole.
I don't think I should.
Why not?
I was given this gift for a
reason,
and I don't want to use it
till I know what that reason is.
Man, if I had a gift like that,
I'd be using that thing to get
rich!
After I made a few burritos.
Listen.
We are nearing the Elders
who will know the secret of
Toto's bean.
With them, your behaviour
will become critically
important.
Try to hold it together.
What do you mean,
"critically important"?
The Elders of the Razzberry
Forest are ancient.
Somewhere around the fourth
millennium,
they lost their senses of
humour.
You may not laugh in their
presence.
You may not even smile,
no matter what happens.
The consequences, if you do,
will be grave.
So, these "Elders"
must be as old as the trees.
No, they are the trees.
Hail, Elders of the Razzberry
Forest!
May your fruit never fall in
vain.
Welcome, Randalf, son of
Mandalf,
keeper of the flame of Remorthia
Olilith.
Thank you for your welcome, Lord
Falaminion-Tereglith,
son of Therabil-Elithimon.
That is a beautiful
jewel you wear.
Yes.
A gift from a friend.
I have an eye for beautiful
things.
But tell me, Randalf, son of
Mandalf,
did you come here to admire my
jewelry?
No, Lord Falaminion-Tereglith,
son of Therabil-Elithimon.
It is the matter of a bean that
brings us here.
A bean that I believe may be the
bean.
You mean, Randalf,
son of Mandalf,
"the bean of power"?
Yes, Lord Falaminion-Tereglith,
son of Therabil-El-el-lithimon.
It has fallen into the
possession
of a young flobbit
who seeks your wisdom in knowing
for what purpose it should be
used.
He should take the bean through
the Blue Gate
to the Land of Woe,
Randalf, son of Mandalf.
There he will find his answer.
Knock it off.
They're just saying hello.
Uh... but...
but the Land of Woe I-is a
cursed place,
filled with evil.
What would he do when he gets
there?
It will be obvious.
Uh, I believe we must be going.
Thank you for your sage advice.
Get out, get out, get out.
Oh.
That kind of razzberry.
I said, "no matter what happens,
don't laugh or smile."
Didn't I say that?
Well, you didn't mention
they were going to talk like
that.
So, how long will they keep us
here?
The last fellow I knew
who made fun of their language
was up here for 12 years.
Then they let him go?
No, he was blown off in a
windstorm.
Never seen again.
To have a gift is a wonderful
thing
Your spirits will lift and your
heart will sing
Though some might use it to live
like a king
First I want to know what it's
for
Will I ever know what it's for?
There's got to be some way
to get down from here.
None that I know of.
Wait a minute...
The eagle.
The eagle's coming!
Everyone, stand on the edge of
the platform next to me.
And now, when I give the signal,
we're all going to jump
together.
Trust me. This'll work.
Okay, ready?
Jump!
What was that?
"Oh, there's a bird.
Let's jump on him.
Maybe he'll fly us wherever we
want to go.
Maybe he'll serve us drinks
and little bags of peanuts!"
Get your own ride!
I thought that would work.
At least we didn't wake the
trees.
Randalf, son of Mandalf,
you have left your detention.
Why yes, Lord Falamin...
run... ion Tereglith,
son of Therabil...
run... El-l-l-lithim...
run!
Aah!
Run!
Accost them!
Aah! Incoming!
Oy!
That went well.
Hey, at least we're out of that
tree.
Wh... where are we?
The Blue Gate.
Entrance to the Land of Woe.
The Blue Gate.
Why do they call it blue, you
ask?
Perhaps for the sorrow
that blankets the land beyond.
Perhaps for the sadness of those
who toiled on this cursed wall.
Perhaps for the river of tears
that flowed from the...
or that.
There's no handle.
How we going to get in?
Look for a doorbell.
There's some kind of writing
over the gate.
I-I can't read it.
There are few who can.
It is the tongue of woe.
And if I remember my 7th grade
Diabolical Languages class,
it reads,
"He who seeks to pass this gate,
a riddle first must solve.
The answer that will seal his
fate
must all his wits involve.
What thing with awesome strength
is blessed,
yet quakes before the smallest
pest?
Stands so high yet sniffs the
ground
without so much as stooping
down?
Has no home or chair or bunk,
yet holds his bath inside a
trunk?
If your first guess ringeth
true,
passage we will grant to you.
But if in err you guess, my
friend,
the door will bar, your journey
end."
It said all that?
It's a highly efficient tongue.
You can fit a whole book on a
napkin.
So it's a riddle, eh?
Awesome strength...
Yet quakes before the smallest
pest.
Tall, yet sniffs the ground.
A cow.
An ostrich.
With a suitcase.
Bacon!
It's a long shot.
We have one chance to get this
right.
An elephant.
An elephant!
It's strong,
but it's afraid of the littlest
pest: a mouse.
And even though it's tall,
it can sniff the ground with
it's long trunk,
which also holds water when it
takes a bath.
Ha-ha.
Elephant, man.
With bacon!
All right, only one way to find
out.
Is it an elephant?
Ho-ho-ho!
We're in!
It's opening.
Wait a minute,
it's too small!
We ain't going to fit!
No, wait. It's a trick!
It's an optimal illusion.
It only looks small because it's
so far away.
Watch.
I could be wrong.
Ha. Maybe if you ran faster.
Try it again.
How're we going to get in?
The only one who'd fit through
that door is...
you, Toto.
You don't need to do that, Toto.
No one would blame you if you
just went home
and put the bean in a box.
I knew this was a lousy idea
right from the start.
Oh well.
We tried, ya know.
It isn't like we didn't try.
No. I want to know what my gift
is for.
Toto, the lands beyond this door
are filled with evil.
It won't be easy.
I want to know.
They say a creature lives
therein,
desperate for the bean.
I want to know.
Maybe you could swap it
for another gift.
Y-you know, a gift exchange.
Every gift is given for a
reason.
We can't choose which ones we
get,
only what we do with them.
That's one brave flobbit.
I got dibs on his espresso
maker.
Well, that's that.
So we can go home now, right?
We failed.
The fellowship failed.
We were supposed to help Toto
and now he's in there
on his own.
We may yet have another chance
to help him.
Oh, I'm a lucky fella
I'm a lucky boy
I've got a new umbrella
And it's me pride and joy
And the rain may come and the
sun may go
I'll be warm and dry from me
head to toe
I'm a lucky fella
I'm a lucky boy
Oy!
I've got a new umbrella!
What are you doing?
Uh...
we were just
trying to get in.
Oh. Well, all you need to do
is go down a couple of miles to
the Red Gate.
It's wide open.
The Red Gate?
I've heard of it,
but I thought it was just a
myth.
Just came from there.
You'll know it
when you see an angry, murderous
band of sporks
headed through to find a small
flobbit and a bean
with instructions to bring 'em
back dead or alive.
Do you like me umbrella? Got to
go!
Oh, I'm a lucky fella
I'm a lucky boy
I've got a new umbrella
And it's me pride and joy
Angry sporks?
A small flobbit?
Toto!
We've got to beat them to that
gate!
Uh, I think I'll go with
umbrella boy.
Come on!
Oy.
And tonight was meatloaf night.
And now it's time for Silly
Songs With Elves.
The part of the show where
Ear-A-Corn comes out
and sings a silly
song for elves.
I asked my baby, my baby elf
A couple questions about myself
If I was handsome, if I was nice
I was looking for her advice
She looked at me and shook her
head
And this is what she said
She yelled so loud
She hurt my ears
My eyes, they welled up all full
of tears
But I don't mind none 'cause
she's my elf
My elfity, babady, babady...
baby-dee elf
When I go walkin' all by myself
I'm busy thinkin' about my elf
I keep her picture up on my
shelf
I'm always dreamin' about my elf
I won't forget the way that she
Says those words to me
Don't know exactly what she said
Just know it kinda hurts my head
I'll take an aspirin
'Cause she's my elf
My elfity, babady...
Hold on a minute!
Huh? What? What?
What? What are you doing?
Ouch! Hey!
I knew it!
I knew it!
What?
You should be ashamed of
yourself.
You're no elf.
You're an elvish impersonator!
You sicken me, deceitful one.
Oh, right.
Like you're a real elf.
Give the gourd a bow and arrow
and he's a real elf!
This has been Silly Songs For
Elves.
Behold, Leg-O-Lamb.
Have at thee!
My bow shall sing with your
pompadour.
Don't you point that thing at
me!
Help!
My precious.
H-h-hello?
Is someone there?
What a load of trouble you
turned out to be.
If I had half a mind,
I'd just throw you in a ditch
and be done with you.
Whoa! Oof!
O-oh, that's going to leave a
mark.
What's that? Who's there?
My precious.
They stoled it from me.
Who are you?
It's mine, I tell you.
It's mine!
Give it to me!
What is?
My precious!
You mean the bean?
It's my gift.
It was given to me.
I'm taking it to the Land of Woe
to find out what it's for.
No!
Don't do that!
That's a terrible place!
Give it to me!
I know what it's for.
It's for me!
It's mine,
I tell you!
It's mine!
Give it to me!
Give it back.
It's mine.
You're pretty speedy.
But you'll never make it by
yourself.
These woods are crazy.
You... you need a guide, no?
You know, they...
they say you should balance out
your aerobic activity with a
little weight training.
What say we break and do some
squats?
Oy.
So, what's your name?
I am named for the sound I make
with my throat.
Ahem.
"Ahem"?
Yes? What do you want?
Your name is Ahem?
My name is Ahem.
So, have you always been...
like this?
Oh no.
I was once a normal flobbit.
You were a flobbit?
That's right.
A perfectly normal flobbit
named Spiegel.
"Spiegel"?
You were that flobbit?
That flobbit who bought
everything mail order?
That was me. It's amazing
what you can buy through the
mail.
I was a collector of
labour-saving devices.
But everything that I bought,
I had to pay for.
This was a limiter to my "life
of ease".
Then I found it.
Found what?
I was opening a new crock-pot
when I found it
hidden among the packing
peanuts.
It was small like a packing
peanut,
but it was no peanut.
It was the bean.
Instantly, my life was changed!
No more working for anything!
Whatever clothes you want,
bang! You got it.
Any kind of food,
there it is.
You want a fountain of Grape
Nehi
to shoot right out of the
ground?
No problem!
A "life of ease" right in the
palm of my hand.
Wow.
So what happened?
Hmm? To me?
One day, before 10:00 a.m., I
had created and consumed
a 200-pound marshmallow peep.
Unfortunately, I fell into a
sugar coma.
When I awoke three days later,
the bean was gone.
And now look at me!
I'm falling to pieces!
My clothes, all gone.
Even my hair is falling out!
Have you tried washing it?
What? And work?
Once you taste a "life of ease",
my friend,
there's no going back.
So now,
why did you want to come
to the Land of Woe?
Whoa.
Don't bother waiting up for me.
Whew.
The Red Gate.
It's yellow.
Hmm? Oh,
they say it was named for the
colour of the sunset
on the day they hung those
doors.
Uh, don't be so literal.
Randalf, the sporks.
There's only five.
We can take 'em!
No problem. Grumpy?
Yeah, sure.
All right then.
For Toto!
And the bean!
I got to go.
Okay, you've seen it.
Time to go.
I'm supposed to do something
here.
Do what? This place is no good!
I don't know.
They said it would be clear.
A well!
A drink would do me good.
Forget about it.
It's been dry for years.
Where do they get their water?
They don't have any.
I'm telling you, this place is
no good!
Can you help us, please?
Oh, this is bad.
This is not good.
While we still draw breath, hope
is alive.
We need a plan.
We'll create a distraction.
Does anybody have a banjo
or an inflatable turkey?
Did I mention it was meatloaf
night?
Not that this isn't fun.
Finish them quickly.
We've got a flobbit to catch.
Watch out for their pointy ends!
I gotcha covered.
Have you ever actually fired
that thing?
What? Sure.
Plenty of times.
Not a good time for arguing.
Sumfin smell good.
Who wants a cookie?
Huh?
We ain't had nothing but maggoty
bread
for three stinkin' days!
I'd love a cookie.
Nothing tastes better than a
cookie
baked in a tree.
Help us.
Can you help us?
Please! My daughter is hungry.
I don't think these people are
evil,
I think they're thirsty and
hungry.
Okay, maybe.
Let's talk some more when we're
out of here.
No. That's why they sent me.
They wanted me to help.
I can help them!
What? Not with the bean, you
can't.
It's my life of ease!
It's not for them.
It's my gift.
And the Elders want me to use it
to help.
They've got their own gifts.
Let them help themselves.
Toto!
Randalf!
Sporks! Look out!
Don't worry about them.
Turns out they love cookies.
Randalf, I know why the Elders
sent me here.
They want me to help.
Good thought, but wrong.
Scaryman!
The Elders sent you here because
I told them to.
What?
What?
Everyone has something
they're sure they can't live
without.
For some it's fame or fortune,
for others, a life of ease.
For a certain ancient tree,
it happens to be jewels.
Something of which I have in
abundance.
You bribed them?
Yes.
They got what they want,
and I get what I want.
Ha.
Use your gift to "help people".
How quaint.
I hope you've learned your
lesson, boy.
Life is short.
If you have a gift, use it for
yourself
before you've lost it and it's
too late.
Ah, too late!
You're wrong, Scaryman!
What? Who said that?
You're wrong, Scaryman!
Who? Show yourself.
Where are you?
Uncle Billboy!
Billboy?
Hello, Toto.
Not so fast, scary-guy.
Sporks, save me!
Cookie man say no.
Oh, bother.
Uncle Billboy, you're... short.
Yes, without the bean,
it didn't take long.
And your clothes...
Were for a much taller flobbit.
When you gave me the bean,
you lost everything.
Yes, I did.
But I found so much more.
Clothes and toys and fame,
and they all feel good for a
minute,
but the happiness they bring
passes in a flash,
like straw in a fire.
When I left,
I was looking for a happiness
that lasts.
And I found it here, of all
places.
How?
By helping.
By using my gifts to help others
rather than myself.
I hear you've figured out what
your gift is for.
I thought I had.
But the Elders were lying!
It was a trick!
They may have been lying,
but they couldn't keep you
from finding the truth.
So what would you like to do
with your gift?
I want to help people.
I want to fix this land.
To have a gift is a wonderful
thing
Your spirits will lift and your
heart will sing
Though some might use it to live
like a king
I finally know what it's for
At last your gift makes you feel
like a king
When you see all the good and
the help it can bring
And joy will bloom like the
flowers in spring
When you finally know what it's
for
Yes, that's what it's there for
So let's say a prayer for
The wonderful blessings in store
When you finally know what it's
for
When you finally know what it's
for
Wow! That was amazing!
Elves and dwarves and flobbits
and trees that make funny
noises.
I hope we didn't offend anyone.
We're over here by Qwerty
to talk about what we learned
today.
And so what we...
Uh! what?... what?...?
They took the "What Have We
Learned" song!
Huh. How could they?
But Bob, you didn't even like
that song.
Well, yeah, but...
after a while, it...
it kinda...
grows on you.
Bob? We got to finish the show.
Without the song,
I don't know.
Okay, let's see if Qwerty has a
verse for us.
Ephesians 2:10.
So, God made us
and gave us our special gifts
and talents
so we can do good works for
others.
Isn't that right, Bob?
Huh?
Oh, right, Larry.
Lots of people just use their
special gifts for themselves,
to make money, or to get rich or
famous.
Helping ourselves might make us
feel good for a while,
but it doesn't last.
Happiness that lasts is called
joy,
and it comes from using our
gifts the way God intended
From seeing the difference we
can make
to the people around us.
So Dylan, maybe you'll be
building houses
someday for poor folks.
Maybe in another country.
And I'll be riding my ukulele
for science.
Uh, well, sure.
Or to entertain sick kids in a
hospital.
That too!
We're out of time for today.
Remember...
God made you special...
And he loves you very much.
G'bye!
Bacon!
It's a long shot.
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 going to 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.
VeggieTales, VeggieTales
VeggieTales, VeggieTales
VeggieTales, VeggieTales
VeggieTales, VeggieTales
Broccoli, celery, gotta be
VeggieTales
Lima beans, collard greens,
peachy keen
VeggieTales
Cauliflower, sweet and sour,
half an hour
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
Hi, kids. I'm Bob the Tomato,
and welcome to VeggieTales.
Larry said he'd be right back,
said he had some kind of a
surprise or something.
Oh, Larry?
What are you...
Whooaaa!
Look out for the sink!
Where did you get...
Do you like it?
I saved up 500 box tops
from Frosted Flaky Flippers
cereal
and it's finally here!
My new ukulele.
Uh, that's a unicycle, Larry.
Uh, but aren't those things
really hard to ride?
Well, I guess at first,
but I got the hang of it.
No big deal.
I think I'm gifted.
You can't even reach the pedals.
How're you doing that?
I'm telling you, Bob, I got a
gift.
And you know what I'm going to
do with it?
Uh, your gift?
Yeah.
Rich and
famous, Bob.
Give me a month
and my ukulele and I will be
on the cover of VeggieBeat
Magazine!
It's a unicycle.
And are you sure
that's what your gift is for?
Well, what else would it be for?
You know, that reminds me of a
letter
we just got from Dylan Clark
of Altoona, Wisconsin.
Can Dylan ride a unicycle?
Well, no.
But Dylan can build things
better than anyone else he
knows.
His mom says he has a gift.
Dylan wants to know what exactly
a "gift" is,
and what is he supposed to do
with it?
Rich and famous, Dylan!
Wait a minute, Larry.
We have a story today
that can help both of you.
It's about a boy
who received an extraordinary
gift
and had to figure out what it
was for.
It's full of elves and dwarves
and flobbits.
Oooh!
What's a flobbit?
You'll find out in a minute.
Dylan, get ready
for the Lord of the Beans.
Randalf, you're late.
Toto Baggypants,
I am never late.
I arrive precisely
when I intend to.
Oh my.
Got the fireworks?
Oh yeah.
Well done, Randalf.
Yes, they seemed to enjoy it.
So when's your uncle going to
make his speech?
Here he is now.
Dear flobbits,
today is my twelfity-twoth
birthday!
Ah. 122 years
is too short a time
to live among such fine folk.
I'm twice as tall as half of you
and half as short as twice of
you.
But... I'm growing tired, you
see.
I'm feeling stretched,
like chocolate pudding scraped
across too much ham.
My life has been a series of
adventures
A string of journeys, quests and
curious trips
I've done all right, you see
Gathering riches just for me
All to bring the cup of joy up
to my lips
I grabbed a little more of this
And a little more of that
I wanted to be happy
But instead it left me flat
Share with me the secret if you
can
The key to be a truly happy man
I didn't mean to interrupt your
feasting
Or bore you with my silly little
speech
So dig right in, my friends
Before the celebration ends
And the plate of pleasure passes
out of reach
And have a little more of this
And a little more of that
You hope it makes you happy
But it only makes you fat
And now it's time to bid you all
adieu
But not before a present, just
for you
My birthday cake!
Uncle Billboy?
Ha!
Hmm, ah, Billboy, you old
rascal.
They never saw that one coming.
You think you're awfully clever,
don't ya?
Randalf!
My old friend.
Why, you haven't changed a bit.
No, but you have.
You must be twice as tall
as when last we met.
W... well, you know, clean
living.
Heh, heh.
And your clothes.
Very fine for a flobbit.
Oh... uh,
rags, really.
And this house!
I don't remember that there.
Uh... what?
Uh, Randalf?
Or that.
Or that.
W-well, business has been good.
And what's this? An espresso
maker?
Oh, you really must try it.
I tell you, it makes tea taste
like bath water.
I wasn't sure I'd like it at
first.
It has quite a...
ooh... kick.
Billboy Baggypants,
there are many powerful beans in
the world.
None of them should be used
lightly.
Oh...
being friends with you
can be such a bother.
All right, here it is.
I found it on my adventures.
It's given me everything I've
asked for.
Everything I could think of,
anyway.
But something's missing.
I can't put words to it,
but I intend to find it,
whatever it is.
That's why I'm leaving.
I'm leaving tonight
and I don't believe I'll be
coming back.
And your home?
To Toto, my nephew.
I'm giving everything to him.
What about the bean?
Yes, the bean too.
What I'm looking for,
I don't think it can give me.
You'll see to it that he gets
it, won't you?
Yes. Of course.
W-well, I must be off.
Farewell, Randalf.
Hmm? Oh, yes.
Farewell, Billboy.
Until we meet again.
Uncle Billboy, I saved you some
cake.
I got one with a big flower.
Randalf?
Your uncle isn't here, Toto.
He had to leave.
Said he was looking for
something.
He talked about leaving.
I guess I knew someday he really
would.
He's giving you everything.
His home, all his things...
this bean...
Why would I want a bean?
This bean is not an ordinary
bean
This bean is not an ordinary
bean
It's not?
No. It's not.
Many, many years ago
When Center-Earth was thick with
snow
Four beans were given
I said, four beans were given
Long before the shire was made
Where flobbits flaunter in the
shade
Four beans were given
Powerful beans were given
Special. Powerful.
The first bean could grow any
kind of food
or drink you could imagine.
The second could change your
looks:
your height, your hair.
The third produced the finest
clothing,
and the fourth, small kitchen
appliances.
Small kitchen appliances?
Small kitchen appliances!
Toasters, blenders,
Fry Daddy deep fryers,
you name it!
Whoa.
Is this one of those beans?
No.
No? Oh.
Where'd those beans go?
Unfortunately, the poor fools
who received them
had no idea what they'd been
given
and cooked them up in a stew.
Not bad.
But there was another bean...
Another bean?
Another bean
Another bean.
A fifth bean
A fifth bean
That could give anything
Anything?
Anything
From blenders to bagels,
hairdos to hats.
The power of all the others
wrapped up in one bean.
One bean?
One bean.
The most powerful bean in the
world.
Is this it?
Put it in the fire, Toto.
Huh?
Put it in the fire!
The one true bean carries an
inscription
revealed by fire alone.
Now take it out and look
closely.
I don't see anything.
No, wait.
What does it say?
It says, "If you can read this
you're too close."
Other side.
"Use wisely".
Use wisely?
This is that bean
This is that bean
It's an amazing gift, Toto,
and it's yours.
The bean is yours!
I'm not so sure I want it.
Billboy's given me plenty of
stuff.
You take the bean, Randalf.
The bean is your gift, Toto.
Every gift is given for a
reason.
We can't choose which ones we
get,
only what we do with them.
Well, what am I supposed to do
with it?
I don't know beans.
What if I use it wrong
and mess everything up?
Randalf, you're wise.
Tell me what to do with it.
Well, I, uh...
To be honest, I don't know.
I paid better attention in
fireworks class
than in bean class.
It was a good show, though,
wasn't it?
I think I know someone
who can help, though.
The Elders of the Razzberry
Forest.
Their knowledge of mysterious
plants and beans
goes back ages.
The Raspberry Forest?
That's on the other side of...
The mountains of Much-Snowia.
The journey will be difficult,
but the wisdom you seek
cannot be gained without work.
There are other dangers.
Your gift is not unknown.
The dark lord Scaryman would
give anything
to have it for his own.
S-Scaryman?
That bean could feed and clothe
his armies
as they ravage Center-Earth.
Right now, his minions search
for it.
M-minions?
Yes,
foul creatures that fear
nothing.
W-What kind of v-vegetable are
they?
Oh, they aren't vegetable at
all.
Unnatural creatures forged by
Scaryman himself!
Half spoon, half fork.
You mean...
Sporks.
They are his utensils and they
do his bidding.
Sporks?
No one would blame you
if you just put the bean in a
box
and forgot about it.
I've been given a gift
and I want to know what it's
for.
I need to know what I'm to do
with it.
But, I don't think I can make
the journey alone.
You won't have to.
I took the liberty
to invite a few friends.
Fearless ranger, Ear-A-Corn!
Oops.
You have my sword.
Sharp-shooting elf...
Leg-O-Lamb.
You have my bow.
And gruff but lovable dwarf,
Grumpy.
Oy.
Could we have parked any farther
away?
Oh yeah. You have my axe.
Not that it'll do any good.
Mmm?
Oh, that's my brother.
Uh, he didn't have anything
to do this weekend.
He's another elf.
What does he do?
Uh... he's pretty good in the
kitchen.
And... the "Other Elf".
These fearless men have agreed
to accompany you
on your quest to brave
Much-Snowia
and keep you from Scaryman's
clutches
as you seek the purpose of your
gift.
I give you
the Fellowship of the Bean!
Got any waffles?
Why didn't you go before we
left?
I didn't have to then.
I'm good now.
I can hike forever.
Much-Snowia.
That's a lot of snow.
We covered a lot of ground
today.
What say we bunk down here for
the night?
It's not even lunchtime.
And?
"It'll be fun," he says.
"Fresh air," he says.
"You'll get out of the mines,"
he says.
And for this I'm missing taco
night?
Th-that was it.
Now I can go for hours.
You gotta dress for the weather!
The Razzberry Forest.
We did it!
We're not there yet.
You all wait here
while I look for a safe route
down.
If you're clever,
these things can even keep your
nose warm!
Uhh!
Watch out!
How's your nose feel now?
Still warm!
I'm starving.
Where're all the raspberries?
Not that kind of raspberry.
"Not that kind
of raspberry."
What's that supposed to mean?
Hey, kid, you got any food?
My stomach's growling.
Just day-old biscuits.
Did you eat all yours?
I got them right here.
They don't agree with me.
I was thinking more like a, uh,
a nice chicken burrito.
Sorry.
Fresh out of burritos.
Hey.
You got that bean, right?
Yeah.
It can make anything.
Anything we want!
I guess.
Perfect!
So make me a chicken burrito
with lotsa guacamole.
I don't think I should.
Why not?
I was given this gift for a
reason,
and I don't want to use it
till I know what that reason is.
Man, if I had a gift like that,
I'd be using that thing to get
rich!
After I made a few burritos.
Listen.
We are nearing the Elders
who will know the secret of
Toto's bean.
With them, your behaviour
will become critically
important.
Try to hold it together.
What do you mean,
"critically important"?
The Elders of the Razzberry
Forest are ancient.
Somewhere around the fourth
millennium,
they lost their senses of
humour.
You may not laugh in their
presence.
You may not even smile,
no matter what happens.
The consequences, if you do,
will be grave.
So, these "Elders"
must be as old as the trees.
No, they are the trees.
Hail, Elders of the Razzberry
Forest!
May your fruit never fall in
vain.
Welcome, Randalf, son of
Mandalf,
keeper of the flame of Remorthia
Olilith.
Thank you for your welcome, Lord
Falaminion-Tereglith,
son of Therabil-Elithimon.
That is a beautiful
jewel you wear.
Yes.
A gift from a friend.
I have an eye for beautiful
things.
But tell me, Randalf, son of
Mandalf,
did you come here to admire my
jewelry?
No, Lord Falaminion-Tereglith,
son of Therabil-Elithimon.
It is the matter of a bean that
brings us here.
A bean that I believe may be the
bean.
You mean, Randalf,
son of Mandalf,
"the bean of power"?
Yes, Lord Falaminion-Tereglith,
son of Therabil-El-el-lithimon.
It has fallen into the
possession
of a young flobbit
who seeks your wisdom in knowing
for what purpose it should be
used.
He should take the bean through
the Blue Gate
to the Land of Woe,
Randalf, son of Mandalf.
There he will find his answer.
Knock it off.
They're just saying hello.
Uh... but...
but the Land of Woe I-is a
cursed place,
filled with evil.
What would he do when he gets
there?
It will be obvious.
Uh, I believe we must be going.
Thank you for your sage advice.
Get out, get out, get out.
Oh.
That kind of razzberry.
I said, "no matter what happens,
don't laugh or smile."
Didn't I say that?
Well, you didn't mention
they were going to talk like
that.
So, how long will they keep us
here?
The last fellow I knew
who made fun of their language
was up here for 12 years.
Then they let him go?
No, he was blown off in a
windstorm.
Never seen again.
To have a gift is a wonderful
thing
Your spirits will lift and your
heart will sing
Though some might use it to live
like a king
First I want to know what it's
for
Will I ever know what it's for?
There's got to be some way
to get down from here.
None that I know of.
Wait a minute...
The eagle.
The eagle's coming!
Everyone, stand on the edge of
the platform next to me.
And now, when I give the signal,
we're all going to jump
together.
Trust me. This'll work.
Okay, ready?
Jump!
What was that?
"Oh, there's a bird.
Let's jump on him.
Maybe he'll fly us wherever we
want to go.
Maybe he'll serve us drinks
and little bags of peanuts!"
Get your own ride!
I thought that would work.
At least we didn't wake the
trees.
Randalf, son of Mandalf,
you have left your detention.
Why yes, Lord Falamin...
run... ion Tereglith,
son of Therabil...
run... El-l-l-lithim...
run!
Aah!
Run!
Accost them!
Aah! Incoming!
Oy!
That went well.
Hey, at least we're out of that
tree.
Wh... where are we?
The Blue Gate.
Entrance to the Land of Woe.
The Blue Gate.
Why do they call it blue, you
ask?
Perhaps for the sorrow
that blankets the land beyond.
Perhaps for the sadness of those
who toiled on this cursed wall.
Perhaps for the river of tears
that flowed from the...
or that.
There's no handle.
How we going to get in?
Look for a doorbell.
There's some kind of writing
over the gate.
I-I can't read it.
There are few who can.
It is the tongue of woe.
And if I remember my 7th grade
Diabolical Languages class,
it reads,
"He who seeks to pass this gate,
a riddle first must solve.
The answer that will seal his
fate
must all his wits involve.
What thing with awesome strength
is blessed,
yet quakes before the smallest
pest?
Stands so high yet sniffs the
ground
without so much as stooping
down?
Has no home or chair or bunk,
yet holds his bath inside a
trunk?
If your first guess ringeth
true,
passage we will grant to you.
But if in err you guess, my
friend,
the door will bar, your journey
end."
It said all that?
It's a highly efficient tongue.
You can fit a whole book on a
napkin.
So it's a riddle, eh?
Awesome strength...
Yet quakes before the smallest
pest.
Tall, yet sniffs the ground.
A cow.
An ostrich.
With a suitcase.
Bacon!
It's a long shot.
We have one chance to get this
right.
An elephant.
An elephant!
It's strong,
but it's afraid of the littlest
pest: a mouse.
And even though it's tall,
it can sniff the ground with
it's long trunk,
which also holds water when it
takes a bath.
Ha-ha.
Elephant, man.
With bacon!
All right, only one way to find
out.
Is it an elephant?
Ho-ho-ho!
We're in!
It's opening.
Wait a minute,
it's too small!
We ain't going to fit!
No, wait. It's a trick!
It's an optimal illusion.
It only looks small because it's
so far away.
Watch.
I could be wrong.
Ha. Maybe if you ran faster.
Try it again.
How're we going to get in?
The only one who'd fit through
that door is...
you, Toto.
You don't need to do that, Toto.
No one would blame you if you
just went home
and put the bean in a box.
I knew this was a lousy idea
right from the start.
Oh well.
We tried, ya know.
It isn't like we didn't try.
No. I want to know what my gift
is for.
Toto, the lands beyond this door
are filled with evil.
It won't be easy.
I want to know.
They say a creature lives
therein,
desperate for the bean.
I want to know.
Maybe you could swap it
for another gift.
Y-you know, a gift exchange.
Every gift is given for a
reason.
We can't choose which ones we
get,
only what we do with them.
That's one brave flobbit.
I got dibs on his espresso
maker.
Well, that's that.
So we can go home now, right?
We failed.
The fellowship failed.
We were supposed to help Toto
and now he's in there
on his own.
We may yet have another chance
to help him.
Oh, I'm a lucky fella
I'm a lucky boy
I've got a new umbrella
And it's me pride and joy
And the rain may come and the
sun may go
I'll be warm and dry from me
head to toe
I'm a lucky fella
I'm a lucky boy
Oy!
I've got a new umbrella!
What are you doing?
Uh...
we were just
trying to get in.
Oh. Well, all you need to do
is go down a couple of miles to
the Red Gate.
It's wide open.
The Red Gate?
I've heard of it,
but I thought it was just a
myth.
Just came from there.
You'll know it
when you see an angry, murderous
band of sporks
headed through to find a small
flobbit and a bean
with instructions to bring 'em
back dead or alive.
Do you like me umbrella? Got to
go!
Oh, I'm a lucky fella
I'm a lucky boy
I've got a new umbrella
And it's me pride and joy
Angry sporks?
A small flobbit?
Toto!
We've got to beat them to that
gate!
Uh, I think I'll go with
umbrella boy.
Come on!
Oy.
And tonight was meatloaf night.
And now it's time for Silly
Songs With Elves.
The part of the show where
Ear-A-Corn comes out
and sings a silly
song for elves.
I asked my baby, my baby elf
A couple questions about myself
If I was handsome, if I was nice
I was looking for her advice
She looked at me and shook her
head
And this is what she said
She yelled so loud
She hurt my ears
My eyes, they welled up all full
of tears
But I don't mind none 'cause
she's my elf
My elfity, babady, babady...
baby-dee elf
When I go walkin' all by myself
I'm busy thinkin' about my elf
I keep her picture up on my
shelf
I'm always dreamin' about my elf
I won't forget the way that she
Says those words to me
Don't know exactly what she said
Just know it kinda hurts my head
I'll take an aspirin
'Cause she's my elf
My elfity, babady...
Hold on a minute!
Huh? What? What?
What? What are you doing?
Ouch! Hey!
I knew it!
I knew it!
What?
You should be ashamed of
yourself.
You're no elf.
You're an elvish impersonator!
You sicken me, deceitful one.
Oh, right.
Like you're a real elf.
Give the gourd a bow and arrow
and he's a real elf!
This has been Silly Songs For
Elves.
Behold, Leg-O-Lamb.
Have at thee!
My bow shall sing with your
pompadour.
Don't you point that thing at
me!
Help!
My precious.
H-h-hello?
Is someone there?
What a load of trouble you
turned out to be.
If I had half a mind,
I'd just throw you in a ditch
and be done with you.
Whoa! Oof!
O-oh, that's going to leave a
mark.
What's that? Who's there?
My precious.
They stoled it from me.
Who are you?
It's mine, I tell you.
It's mine!
Give it to me!
What is?
My precious!
You mean the bean?
It's my gift.
It was given to me.
I'm taking it to the Land of Woe
to find out what it's for.
No!
Don't do that!
That's a terrible place!
Give it to me!
I know what it's for.
It's for me!
It's mine,
I tell you!
It's mine!
Give it to me!
Give it back.
It's mine.
You're pretty speedy.
But you'll never make it by
yourself.
These woods are crazy.
You... you need a guide, no?
You know, they...
they say you should balance out
your aerobic activity with a
little weight training.
What say we break and do some
squats?
Oy.
So, what's your name?
I am named for the sound I make
with my throat.
Ahem.
"Ahem"?
Yes? What do you want?
Your name is Ahem?
My name is Ahem.
So, have you always been...
like this?
Oh no.
I was once a normal flobbit.
You were a flobbit?
That's right.
A perfectly normal flobbit
named Spiegel.
"Spiegel"?
You were that flobbit?
That flobbit who bought
everything mail order?
That was me. It's amazing
what you can buy through the
mail.
I was a collector of
labour-saving devices.
But everything that I bought,
I had to pay for.
This was a limiter to my "life
of ease".
Then I found it.
Found what?
I was opening a new crock-pot
when I found it
hidden among the packing
peanuts.
It was small like a packing
peanut,
but it was no peanut.
It was the bean.
Instantly, my life was changed!
No more working for anything!
Whatever clothes you want,
bang! You got it.
Any kind of food,
there it is.
You want a fountain of Grape
Nehi
to shoot right out of the
ground?
No problem!
A "life of ease" right in the
palm of my hand.
Wow.
So what happened?
Hmm? To me?
One day, before 10:00 a.m., I
had created and consumed
a 200-pound marshmallow peep.
Unfortunately, I fell into a
sugar coma.
When I awoke three days later,
the bean was gone.
And now look at me!
I'm falling to pieces!
My clothes, all gone.
Even my hair is falling out!
Have you tried washing it?
What? And work?
Once you taste a "life of ease",
my friend,
there's no going back.
So now,
why did you want to come
to the Land of Woe?
Whoa.
Don't bother waiting up for me.
Whew.
The Red Gate.
It's yellow.
Hmm? Oh,
they say it was named for the
colour of the sunset
on the day they hung those
doors.
Uh, don't be so literal.
Randalf, the sporks.
There's only five.
We can take 'em!
No problem. Grumpy?
Yeah, sure.
All right then.
For Toto!
And the bean!
I got to go.
Okay, you've seen it.
Time to go.
I'm supposed to do something
here.
Do what? This place is no good!
I don't know.
They said it would be clear.
A well!
A drink would do me good.
Forget about it.
It's been dry for years.
Where do they get their water?
They don't have any.
I'm telling you, this place is
no good!
Can you help us, please?
Oh, this is bad.
This is not good.
While we still draw breath, hope
is alive.
We need a plan.
We'll create a distraction.
Does anybody have a banjo
or an inflatable turkey?
Did I mention it was meatloaf
night?
Not that this isn't fun.
Finish them quickly.
We've got a flobbit to catch.
Watch out for their pointy ends!
I gotcha covered.
Have you ever actually fired
that thing?
What? Sure.
Plenty of times.
Not a good time for arguing.
Sumfin smell good.
Who wants a cookie?
Huh?
We ain't had nothing but maggoty
bread
for three stinkin' days!
I'd love a cookie.
Nothing tastes better than a
cookie
baked in a tree.
Help us.
Can you help us?
Please! My daughter is hungry.
I don't think these people are
evil,
I think they're thirsty and
hungry.
Okay, maybe.
Let's talk some more when we're
out of here.
No. That's why they sent me.
They wanted me to help.
I can help them!
What? Not with the bean, you
can't.
It's my life of ease!
It's not for them.
It's my gift.
And the Elders want me to use it
to help.
They've got their own gifts.
Let them help themselves.
Toto!
Randalf!
Sporks! Look out!
Don't worry about them.
Turns out they love cookies.
Randalf, I know why the Elders
sent me here.
They want me to help.
Good thought, but wrong.
Scaryman!
The Elders sent you here because
I told them to.
What?
What?
Everyone has something
they're sure they can't live
without.
For some it's fame or fortune,
for others, a life of ease.
For a certain ancient tree,
it happens to be jewels.
Something of which I have in
abundance.
You bribed them?
Yes.
They got what they want,
and I get what I want.
Ha.
Use your gift to "help people".
How quaint.
I hope you've learned your
lesson, boy.
Life is short.
If you have a gift, use it for
yourself
before you've lost it and it's
too late.
Ah, too late!
You're wrong, Scaryman!
What? Who said that?
You're wrong, Scaryman!
Who? Show yourself.
Where are you?
Uncle Billboy!
Billboy?
Hello, Toto.
Not so fast, scary-guy.
Sporks, save me!
Cookie man say no.
Oh, bother.
Uncle Billboy, you're... short.
Yes, without the bean,
it didn't take long.
And your clothes...
Were for a much taller flobbit.
When you gave me the bean,
you lost everything.
Yes, I did.
But I found so much more.
Clothes and toys and fame,
and they all feel good for a
minute,
but the happiness they bring
passes in a flash,
like straw in a fire.
When I left,
I was looking for a happiness
that lasts.
And I found it here, of all
places.
How?
By helping.
By using my gifts to help others
rather than myself.
I hear you've figured out what
your gift is for.
I thought I had.
But the Elders were lying!
It was a trick!
They may have been lying,
but they couldn't keep you
from finding the truth.
So what would you like to do
with your gift?
I want to help people.
I want to fix this land.
To have a gift is a wonderful
thing
Your spirits will lift and your
heart will sing
Though some might use it to live
like a king
I finally know what it's for
At last your gift makes you feel
like a king
When you see all the good and
the help it can bring
And joy will bloom like the
flowers in spring
When you finally know what it's
for
Yes, that's what it's there for
So let's say a prayer for
The wonderful blessings in store
When you finally know what it's
for
When you finally know what it's
for
Wow! That was amazing!
Elves and dwarves and flobbits
and trees that make funny
noises.
I hope we didn't offend anyone.
We're over here by Qwerty
to talk about what we learned
today.
And so what we...
Uh! what?... what?...?
They took the "What Have We
Learned" song!
Huh. How could they?
But Bob, you didn't even like
that song.
Well, yeah, but...
after a while, it...
it kinda...
grows on you.
Bob? We got to finish the show.
Without the song,
I don't know.
Okay, let's see if Qwerty has a
verse for us.
Ephesians 2:10.
So, God made us
and gave us our special gifts
and talents
so we can do good works for
others.
Isn't that right, Bob?
Huh?
Oh, right, Larry.
Lots of people just use their
special gifts for themselves,
to make money, or to get rich or
famous.
Helping ourselves might make us
feel good for a while,
but it doesn't last.
Happiness that lasts is called
joy,
and it comes from using our
gifts the way God intended
From seeing the difference we
can make
to the people around us.
So Dylan, maybe you'll be
building houses
someday for poor folks.
Maybe in another country.
And I'll be riding my ukulele
for science.
Uh, well, sure.
Or to entertain sick kids in a
hospital.
That too!
We're out of time for today.
Remember...
God made you special...
And he loves you very much.
G'bye!
Bacon!
It's a long shot.