VeggieTales: Larry-Boy! and the Fib from Outer Space! Page #2

Season #1 Episode #8

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

Fib:
Oh, no, no, no. Not a lie. What we are talking about here is just a little fib. People do it all the time trust me. A little fib couldn't hurt anybody.

(sound of a door opens)

Dad Asparagus:
I'm home!

(door opens)

Fib:
Well, it's up to you, kid. Break a leg.

(Junior watches his dad come in)

Dad Asparagus:
Hi, Junior, how was your day today?

(Dad looks at Junior who doesn't respond and looks at his plate on the ground)

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

(Junior looks at Fib and Fib tells Junior to pay attention)

Junior:
Well...

(Music plays and Junior begins to sing)

Junior:
It's Laura's fault. She broke the plate, I tried to stop her.

(Fib gets surprisingly happy)

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

Dad Asparagus:
Oh... My. If that's what you say happened, then, well, I trust you, Junior. But I'm very surprised at Laura. I'm gonna have to call her father right away.

(Dad asparagus leaves to use the phone)

(Fib hops out and appears to be a little bigger)

Fib:
You did it! Good work, kid.

Junior:
Huh? Have you grown?

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

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

Fib:
Oh, she'll be fine. Remember, a little fib couldn't hurt anybody. And besides, it's over, you're free!

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

Fib:
You betcha!

Junior:
I feel great. You were right. A little fib can't hurt anybody.

Fib:
Ha ha ha ha! That's my boy.

(Fib and Junior leave the house to go out into town)

Fib:
Come on, kid, let's go have some more fun.

Junior:
All righty, I'm with you all the way, Fib! Ha ha ha ha!

(the camera cuts to black, then a static with a TV screen with Alfred calling in Larry-Boy)

Alfred:
Larry-Boy! Hello, master Larry. Can you hear me?

Larry-Boy:
Loud and clear, Alfred. Go ahead.

Alfred:
Yes, have you located the fallen object?

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

Alfred:
Nothing at all?

Larry-Boy:
Well, we did see a kid with green hair. Oh! And a dog that could whistle!

Alfred:
Oh. All right, well, keep looking, master Larry. Remember, the security of Bumblyburg rests in your, uh... plungers.

Larry-Boy:
Have no fear, Alfred. If there's a space alien in this town, Larry-Boy will bring him in.

(Larry-Boy passes by Junior and Fib to say hello and doesn't recognize Fib)

Larry-Boy:
Hello, boys.

Percy:
Hey, Junior!

(Percy hops to talk to Junior)

Fib:
Uh, I'll be right back.

(Fib hops off into an alley way)

Junior:
Hi, Percy.

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

(Junior gets nervous and starts to think)

Junior:
Oh... Well... Actually... She's right.

Percy:
Huh?

Junior:
Laura didn't break the plate. It was... It was... Lenny!

Percy:
Her brother?

Junior:
Yep, that's right. Lenny broke the plate. I'll tell you the whole story.

(music kicks in and Junior begins to sing)

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

Percy:
Whoa. Gee, I didn't think Lenny was capable of that kind of violence. He seemed like such a nice kid. I didn't even know he had a crocodile.

(Percy hops away)

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

(camera turns to Fib who has grown taller and has feet)

Fib:
Growing? Oh, no, no. Well, maybe I put on a few pounds, but Junior, I will always be your little fib.

(Junior looks down at Fib)

Junior:
You've got legs.

Fib:
Yes, I do. But, enough about me. Junior, you were marvelous. What a story. I'm telling you kid, you've got the gift.

Junior:
Really?

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

(Larry-Boy passes by Junior and Fib and calls in Alfred)

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

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

Alfred:
Master Larry, I've gone over all the data from the science lab and I have to agree with their conclusions. Something from outer space landed in Bumblyburg, it simply has to be around there somewhere.

Larry-Boy:
Look. Alfred. I've been driving around all day. I'm 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)

Larry-Boy:
There are no space aliens in Bumblyburg.

(Larry-Boy passes by Junior and Fib again to Percy, Laura and Lenny confront Junior)

Laura:
There he is!

Junior:
Hi, guys.

(Fib runs into a nearby alleyway)

Fib:
Uh, if you need me I'll be over here.

Junior:
Huh?

(Laura, Lenny and Percy argue about Junior's lies in unison)

Lenny:
What do you mean I broke the plate? I wasn't even at your house!

Laura:
How could I have broken the plate? It's a lie! It's a lie!

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

Laura:
It's a lie, Junior!

Junior:
No, no, that's not what I said at all. You didn't break the plate, and you didn't break the plate. No, it was these space aliens. They came down, and they grabbed these cows. And they switched brains with the cows. And the cows... with the brains of the space aliens... broke... the plate!

(Junior smiles at his friends)

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

Junior:
You did?

Percy:
It's another lie! (a sound of thunderous footsteps emerge while Percy talks) Nothing but a big... fat... ugly!

(everyone looks up at the sky)

Junior:
Huh? F-F-Fib?!

(we see Fib at about 50 feet tall and has arms or hands)

Fib:
Hi, Junior.

(Fib grabs Junior)

Junior:
What are you doing?

Fib:
Don't worry, Junior. A little fib couldn't hurt anybody, right? Ha ha ha ha!!!

Junior:
Help! It's got me! I can't get free!

(Fib goes on a rampage with the citizens running for their lives)

(Fib goes to the movie theater and destroys a display)

(Scooter watches the destroyed display go down the street and looks at where it came from)

Scooter:
Great scott! It's a monster! And it's got the wee lad in its clutches! This is a job for Larry-Boy!

(Fib finds Scooter and walks over to step on his police car)

Scooter:
(calling in the station) Larry-Boy! We need Larry-Boy! Call him, beep him, I don't care how you get him just get him fast. I'll call you right back.

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