Tom Goes to the Mayor (2004) s02e16 Episode Script
Puddins
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Jefferton alive
Hi. I'm the Mayor,
and my door is always open for you!
Jefferton alive
My name is Tom Peters,
and I'm full of ideas.
Community spirit!
Hi. How are you?
Shopping!
Food!
Free to be, being free ♪
Jefferton alive
Good news! It's Monday!
- Hello.
- Mayor's office. Who's there?
- It's just Tom Peters.
- Hey, Tom.
- Can I come in?
- Come on in.
Well, I got some bad news to spread around.
I'm not sure how to put this.
Well, my son died.
OK.
It's been tough.
I admit that. I'm sorry.
Good news! It's Monday.
I'm sorry, Tom.
Continue, please.
It was just one of those things.
It was Brindon's birthday party,
which we were having at Gulliver's.
Smile for Pops.
Oh, hi, Brindon.
Happy birthday from Uncle Gibbons.
Brindon, how many plates was that, hon?
I've counted eleven.
Son?
Son!
You know, he ate himself to death.
It's been tough.
I was getting to know the little buster.
I don't mean to cry like this.
It's just I miss him so much,
I want to bite something.
Attention.
My name is Tom Peters,
and my stepson, Brindon, is dead.
I'm sure most of you were fond of Brindon.
All right.
So in honor of him, I've written this poem,
and I'll just start from the top.
"Little one, my child.
"Each morning I awake,
my life is great because of your smile.
"You are my oldest stepson and your Cheshire smile
"Breathes gold on the sands of time.
"Think not of yourself, you do
"But always of others who aren't as fine."
Which ismost of them.
"Thou hast made great the day
"And thou shall miss ye upon the first light of morn.
"The ships from sea come sailing in,
the bells go dong and then I grieve.
"The grass grows tall, yet taller still is the love for my son that's in my will.
"The will of my heart.
"You pirates of old time,
you vagabonds of dust
"Ponder your hearts until the last have won
"And the spirit of my heart shall never rest.
"The bells go ding-dong"
Wow, Tom. I just got to tell you that was such a great poem.
Oh, thanks.
It felt good. It's actually an adaptation from another poem I wrote.
- About another loved one lost.
- Right. I love love poems.
Oh, Brindon
Tom, have you tried
any of this pork cobbler yet?
I'm sorry.
I've been crying every day now.
I'm just really bent out of shape
about the whole thing.
Tom, calm down. Here,
take some of these chicken riblets.
They'll make you feel better.
Man, I wish
he would have lived long enough
for me to take him to Puddins
for his birthday dessert.
Puddins?
There's nothing more magical
than the taste of puddin
fresh puddings from Puddins.
It's Magic Man
Gregory for Puddins!
Puddins offers more than 100 distinctive and unique varieties
including
Shellfish \u0026 Oyster pudding
Pine Cone,
Lemon Scented
and Savory Beets.
Take it from me, Gregory!
It's no magic to get the finest
pudding fresh puddin
from Puddins.
At Puddins
We sell
perfect puddings.
Welcome to Puddins,
home of over 68 varieties
of delicious high-quality
pudding fresh puddin.
My name is Paul.
I'm your pudding concierge.
How can I happily fulfill
all of your pudding needs today, sir?
Oh. No, that's OK. I'm just here for sentimental reasons.
My son was supposed to eat here
for his birthday dessert, but
he ate himself to death.
It's just been real hard.
- Puddins was his favorite snack food, so
- Puddins. Puddins.
What?
Can I interest you in a free tour of Puddins' world-famous Sample Town?
What do you say, son?
You want to go on a ride with pep-pep?
Get over here to Sample Town!
Hello and welcome to Puddins' Sample Town.
I am your
Sample Town host Paul
and I am here to ensure your Sample Town
experience is a wonderful journey
into high-quality
pudding fresh puddin samples.
Brindon. Don't be scared.
it'll be like an old-fashioned
roller coaster ride.
Relax, sir.
I will now begin to pump
delicious high-quality pudding
fresh puddin into your mouth.
Brindon!
Son, can you see me?
It's your step-pepper
Mr. Pickle.
I know who you are.
You are my dad,
and I love you very much.
Son, you called me dad!
To be honest, son,
I didn't really care for the Zesty Tuna
but, man, you would have loved the Pine Cone.
It reminded me
of the camping trip we had last year.
- Remember that?
- Excuse me. Who are you talking to?
Well, I was just trying to share
a private moment with my dead son.
Shoo, shoo, little boy. I need
to talk to this grown man right now.
Right.
So, Tom, looks like you're on
a good old-fashioned pudding fast.
Well, normally
when a parent loses a child
there's a grieving process,
which forces that parent
to eat only a certain kind of food
that reminds them of their lost one.
In your case, it would be pudding from Puddins.
OK. All right.
I thought you were on a pudding fast.
That would have been so beautiful.
Well, you know,
I guess I can be.
Well, great, Tom. Looks like you have a lot of pudding to eat.
Good luck, champ.
How many plates was that, hon?
I've counted eleven. Son?
Son!
Hey, Mayor.
It's Tom Peters.
Just following up
on the invite I sent you
to honor the three-week anniversary
of my son's passing.
I'm having a Friday-night pajama
pudding party right behind Puddins.
Joy
well, she asked me to move out
for the time being.
She had a problem with the Brindon shrine I built.
OK. I gotta go, but, listen,
I hope you can make it.
They got all the pudding you could want back here.
Call me back, please.
I need to talk to someone.
Hello, friends.
You're here early.
Excuse me.
What are you doing back here?
Hi, Paul. This is my home.
What do you think?
It's pretty cool.
Come over for dinner tonight.
We're having spaghetti with Alfredo sauce.
Well, I guess
Don't worry about wine.
Just bring some ping-pong balls
and some bumble bees,
a diaper and a flamingo beak.
This is going to be delicious,
isn't it, friends?
Mayor!
Security, there's a baboon in my office.
I just wanted to find out why
you didn't make it to my pudding party.
OK. Who's there, please?
- Tom Peters.
- I didn't recognize you there.
Jeez.
It's cold in here.
Don't worry about it, though.
Everything's great.
I have a new son now.
Here he is.
I'm calling him
Brindon again.
Wonderful, Tom.
A beautiful boy.
Friends, I'm in
a town meeting. Come on.
Why don't you take a seat?
Just relax for a second.
No, it's OK, honey.
Brindon again!
Brindon again!
Calm down, Tom.
Brindon again!
Everyone bow
their heads, please.
Dear Lord, I want
to take this time and thank you
for giving me the blessing
of a beautiful wife
and three beautiful healthy boys,
and this wonderful house
and I know there's a lot of misery and pain in this world
and I just hope you could shine
a light down on Tom Peters
and help him through this rough spot.
In the name of Zeus, amen.
My son
My boy.
My boy.
My boy
I want my son back.
Help me. Help me.
Help me.
Abso-lutely.
Jefferton alive
Hi. I'm the Mayor,
and my door is always open for you!
Jefferton alive
My name is Tom Peters,
and I'm full of ideas.
Community spirit!
Hi. How are you?
Shopping!
Food!
Free to be, being free ♪
Jefferton alive
Good news! It's Monday!
- Hello.
- Mayor's office. Who's there?
- It's just Tom Peters.
- Hey, Tom.
- Can I come in?
- Come on in.
Well, I got some bad news to spread around.
I'm not sure how to put this.
Well, my son died.
OK.
It's been tough.
I admit that. I'm sorry.
Good news! It's Monday.
I'm sorry, Tom.
Continue, please.
It was just one of those things.
It was Brindon's birthday party,
which we were having at Gulliver's.
Smile for Pops.
Oh, hi, Brindon.
Happy birthday from Uncle Gibbons.
Brindon, how many plates was that, hon?
I've counted eleven.
Son?
Son!
You know, he ate himself to death.
It's been tough.
I was getting to know the little buster.
I don't mean to cry like this.
It's just I miss him so much,
I want to bite something.
Attention.
My name is Tom Peters,
and my stepson, Brindon, is dead.
I'm sure most of you were fond of Brindon.
All right.
So in honor of him, I've written this poem,
and I'll just start from the top.
"Little one, my child.
"Each morning I awake,
my life is great because of your smile.
"You are my oldest stepson and your Cheshire smile
"Breathes gold on the sands of time.
"Think not of yourself, you do
"But always of others who aren't as fine."
Which ismost of them.
"Thou hast made great the day
"And thou shall miss ye upon the first light of morn.
"The ships from sea come sailing in,
the bells go dong and then I grieve.
"The grass grows tall, yet taller still is the love for my son that's in my will.
"The will of my heart.
"You pirates of old time,
you vagabonds of dust
"Ponder your hearts until the last have won
"And the spirit of my heart shall never rest.
"The bells go ding-dong"
Wow, Tom. I just got to tell you that was such a great poem.
Oh, thanks.
It felt good. It's actually an adaptation from another poem I wrote.
- About another loved one lost.
- Right. I love love poems.
Oh, Brindon
Tom, have you tried
any of this pork cobbler yet?
I'm sorry.
I've been crying every day now.
I'm just really bent out of shape
about the whole thing.
Tom, calm down. Here,
take some of these chicken riblets.
They'll make you feel better.
Man, I wish
he would have lived long enough
for me to take him to Puddins
for his birthday dessert.
Puddins?
There's nothing more magical
than the taste of puddin
fresh puddings from Puddins.
It's Magic Man
Gregory for Puddins!
Puddins offers more than 100 distinctive and unique varieties
including
Shellfish \u0026 Oyster pudding
Pine Cone,
Lemon Scented
and Savory Beets.
Take it from me, Gregory!
It's no magic to get the finest
pudding fresh puddin
from Puddins.
At Puddins
We sell
perfect puddings.
Welcome to Puddins,
home of over 68 varieties
of delicious high-quality
pudding fresh puddin.
My name is Paul.
I'm your pudding concierge.
How can I happily fulfill
all of your pudding needs today, sir?
Oh. No, that's OK. I'm just here for sentimental reasons.
My son was supposed to eat here
for his birthday dessert, but
he ate himself to death.
It's just been real hard.
- Puddins was his favorite snack food, so
- Puddins. Puddins.
What?
Can I interest you in a free tour of Puddins' world-famous Sample Town?
What do you say, son?
You want to go on a ride with pep-pep?
Get over here to Sample Town!
Hello and welcome to Puddins' Sample Town.
I am your
Sample Town host Paul
and I am here to ensure your Sample Town
experience is a wonderful journey
into high-quality
pudding fresh puddin samples.
Brindon. Don't be scared.
it'll be like an old-fashioned
roller coaster ride.
Relax, sir.
I will now begin to pump
delicious high-quality pudding
fresh puddin into your mouth.
Brindon!
Son, can you see me?
It's your step-pepper
Mr. Pickle.
I know who you are.
You are my dad,
and I love you very much.
Son, you called me dad!
To be honest, son,
I didn't really care for the Zesty Tuna
but, man, you would have loved the Pine Cone.
It reminded me
of the camping trip we had last year.
- Remember that?
- Excuse me. Who are you talking to?
Well, I was just trying to share
a private moment with my dead son.
Shoo, shoo, little boy. I need
to talk to this grown man right now.
Right.
So, Tom, looks like you're on
a good old-fashioned pudding fast.
Well, normally
when a parent loses a child
there's a grieving process,
which forces that parent
to eat only a certain kind of food
that reminds them of their lost one.
In your case, it would be pudding from Puddins.
OK. All right.
I thought you were on a pudding fast.
That would have been so beautiful.
Well, you know,
I guess I can be.
Well, great, Tom. Looks like you have a lot of pudding to eat.
Good luck, champ.
How many plates was that, hon?
I've counted eleven. Son?
Son!
Hey, Mayor.
It's Tom Peters.
Just following up
on the invite I sent you
to honor the three-week anniversary
of my son's passing.
I'm having a Friday-night pajama
pudding party right behind Puddins.
Joy
well, she asked me to move out
for the time being.
She had a problem with the Brindon shrine I built.
OK. I gotta go, but, listen,
I hope you can make it.
They got all the pudding you could want back here.
Call me back, please.
I need to talk to someone.
Hello, friends.
You're here early.
Excuse me.
What are you doing back here?
Hi, Paul. This is my home.
What do you think?
It's pretty cool.
Come over for dinner tonight.
We're having spaghetti with Alfredo sauce.
Well, I guess
Don't worry about wine.
Just bring some ping-pong balls
and some bumble bees,
a diaper and a flamingo beak.
This is going to be delicious,
isn't it, friends?
Mayor!
Security, there's a baboon in my office.
I just wanted to find out why
you didn't make it to my pudding party.
OK. Who's there, please?
- Tom Peters.
- I didn't recognize you there.
Jeez.
It's cold in here.
Don't worry about it, though.
Everything's great.
I have a new son now.
Here he is.
I'm calling him
Brindon again.
Wonderful, Tom.
A beautiful boy.
Friends, I'm in
a town meeting. Come on.
Why don't you take a seat?
Just relax for a second.
No, it's OK, honey.
Brindon again!
Brindon again!
Calm down, Tom.
Brindon again!
Everyone bow
their heads, please.
Dear Lord, I want
to take this time and thank you
for giving me the blessing
of a beautiful wife
and three beautiful healthy boys,
and this wonderful house
and I know there's a lot of misery and pain in this world
and I just hope you could shine
a light down on Tom Peters
and help him through this rough spot.
In the name of Zeus, amen.
My son
My boy.
My boy.
My boy
I want my son back.
Help me. Help me.
Help me.
Abso-lutely.