VeggieTales: Lyle, the Kindly Viking (2001)

[bunniefuu]

[TUBA PLAYING]

[SINGING] 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

BOB: Ahem, excuse me...

Have we got a show for you.

[SINGING]
VeggieTales, VeggieTales

VeggieTales, VeggieTales

VeggieTales, VeggieTales

VeggieTales, VeggieTales

Broccoli, celery,
got to be...

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
VeggieTa-a-a-a-a-a-a-ales

[ALL GASP]

[TUBA BLARES]
[ALL LAUGH]

Hi, kids.
I'm Bob the Tomato.

And I'm Larry
the Cucumber.

Welcome to VeggieTales.

And now, Larry and I
have gotten a lot of letters

with questions about sharing.

We sure have.
"When do I have to share?"

"Why do I have to share?"

"Whatever happened
to Sonny and Cher?"

Questions,
questions, questions.

Uh, yeah.

Anyway, we decided
to tackle all your sharing
questions in one show.

So...
Oh, yes!
Yes, Bob. Bob!

Uh, what is it, Archibald?
We're in the middle of a show.

Oh, yes. Exactly.

I couldn't help but notice
that in King George
and the Ducky

you let Jimmy and Jerry
put on a show.

Uh, yeah, but it
didn't work out very well.

Understandably so.
Them being them, and all.

You see, I've noticed
that, to date,

VeggieTales has been
somewhat lacking

in the taste
and culture department.

Your point?
I'd like to do a show.

It'll be great.
You'll love it.

It's about
sharing, Bob.

Oh, all right.

But if you get
into any trouble,
let us know, okay?

Oh, don't worry
about a thing.
Ha. Hmm.

Prepare to be dazzled.

All right, fellows,
bring out the set.

Oh, you're really
in for a treat.

Fireplace.
PHILIPPE: The fireplace.

The chair.
The chair.

The wardrobe.
PHILIPPE: Wardrobe.

Ambiance.
Ambiance.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, it's just
like you wanted.
PHILIPPE: Exactly.

Oh, yes, lovely.

Mmm.

Thank you for
joining us this evening

for what promises to be
a cultural tour de force

of veggie programming.

For our first story,

we present the world's first
all-vegetable staging

of Shakespeare's
classic, Hamlet.

Did you get the script?

Well, actually, this Hamlet,
she was very hard to find.

But we found
something very similar.

Oh-h*, similar.

Omelet?

Just the name,
she makes you
hungry, no?

What?

BOB: Archibald, is
everything all right?

What? Oh, yes, of course.

Ahem. Then, well,
off we go. Ha-ha!

Presenting
Shakespeare's classic,

Omelet.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

His Majesty,
the troubled
Prince Omelet,

requests
his daily eggs.

Cooked light
and fluffy.

Doth not the troubled
prince know

that these are the last eggs
in the entire kingdom?

But of course.
Why do you think
he is troubled?

Will the Prince not share his
eggs with his starving people?

Perhaps he'll think
about that over lunch.

[SIGHS]

The Prince's eggs,
coming up.

[RUSTLING AND GRUNTING
BEHIND CURTAIN]

Woe is me.
I am troubled.

Alas, forsooth,

the country is rapidly
running out of eggs.

The people are starving

and I am helpless
to help them.

What will become
of my kingdom?

[SNIFFLES]

A-ha!

Something's cooking
in the state of Denmark.

Your eggs, Prince Omelet.

Cooked light and fluffy.

The last eggs in the kingdom.

[GASPS] The last poor yolks.

I'll chew them well, Horatio.

[SOFT CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING]

But soft. It is Ophelia.

But soft. It is Ophelia.

But I don't want to do it.
It's embarrassing.

Don't be ridiculous.
It's tradition.

In Shakespeare's day,

all the women's roles
were played by men.

I think we're going to get

letters about this.

It is I, the fair Ophelia.

Oh...

Pray thee, what news,
fair Ophelia?

I beseech thee, my lady.

Oh, my lord, I come
with disparaging news.

More bad news?

The people, my lord.
They're starving.

There are not enough
eggs for them.

Meanwhile, you feast
on eggs every day,

cooked light and fluffy.

'Tis rottenness that has
beset our fair kingdom.

And on top of that,
my eggs are getting cold.

Oh, my troubled prince,
I beseech and implore thee.

Please, share.
Share your eggs
with the people.

Share my eggs? Share my eggs?

Then I won't have any.

What are you thinking,
fair Ophelia?

[GASPS] Simply this.

God says he likes it
when we share our blessings.

Goodbye.

Can I take
this off now?

To eat or not to eat?

That is the question.

Whether ‘tis nobler
to share my eggs,
cooked light and fluffy,

or to scarf down
the whole thing myself.

To share or not to share.

What are you doing
there, young lad?

Just playing, Your Highness.

Ah.

Are you just going to keep
playing like that, alone?

I don't know. Would you
like to share my game?

Well, sure.
Playing's the thing.

Great. Just guess where
you think my ships are.

Oh, okay.

Two b?
Not two b.

Drat. Your turn.

Wait, what's that?

Oh. Uh...

That would be mine eggs,
cooked light and fluffy.

It lookests quite yummy.
Might I try a bite?

[STAMMERING]

Well, um,

sure you can.

[CRUNCH]

Hey!
What?

Methinks I just shared
with you, didn't I?

Methinks you did.

Ha. Sharing.
You know, that wasn't so bad.

Actually, it felt pretty good.

Your Highness, the things
God wants us to do for others

usually make us
feel good, too.

You called,
Your Highness?

MAYOR ARCHIBALD:
No, not yet.

My mistake.

Oh, servant.

You called,
Your Highness?

Yes. Call
everyone together.

I have an announcement
to make.

Mais oui, Your Highness.

[TRUMPETS PLAY FANFARE]

Good people of Denmark,

I have decided to share
my eggs with you.

[ALL CHEERING]

Because God likes it
when we share our blessings.

[ALL CHEERING]

But, sire, there aren't enough
eggs to go around.

Where do you find
these eggs, anyway?

You know, they're
the little white round things

that come out of chickens.

What?

We thought those
were ping pong ba*ls.

We got plenty of those.

Eggs cooked light
and fluffy for everyone.

[ALL CHEERING]

Oh, eh, I have an idea.

Why don't we name
these light and fluffy eggs

after our beloved prince?

I give you the "Omelet."

[ALL CHEERING]

Boss, where might I
find some toast?

OMELET: Get thee to a bakery.

Did you understand
any of that?

Not a word.

NARRATOR: And now, it's time

for Silly Songs with Larry,

the part of the show...

Stop! Don't even
think about it.

As if Omelet
wasn't bad enough.

Ahem.

Philippe? Jean-Claude?

PHILLIPE AND JEAN-CLAUDE:
Oui, oui.

[SCRAPING]

And now, it is time

for Classy Songs with Larry,

the part of the show where

Larry comes out and sings

a classy song.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[BLOWS]

[MALE CHOIR SCATTING]

[SINGING] One day while
he was waiting for the trolley

He had a hat

My high silk hat

He wore it high upon
his head so proudly

A beautiful hat

My high silk hat

A hat like this just makes
him feel so grandly

Now fancy this
and fancy that

The splendor of this hat
in all its majesty

Like a king in a royal cap

I feel so swell
and handsome in my hat

I bet that others wish
they had, in fact

A hat as this
A hat as that

A hat so fine
A high silk hat

Mr. Art Bigotti

Now, what do you
think of that?

[MALE CHOIR SCATTING]

Now, his hat was not all
he wore so proudly

I must, in fact,
share more than that

For upon his lap
there sat a treat, so fondly

Of chocolate this

And chocolate that

Deliciousness that
makes him feel so dandy

A chocolate bliss

A chocolate snack

Confections such as
these are more than candy

Somewhat like life,
a box of that

I have my chocolate
placed upon my lap

I feel so good
You just cannot top that

I have my snack
A chocolate pack

Of chocolate this
and chocolate that

Oh, golly, Mr. Nezzer

Now, what do you
think of that?

[MALE CHOIR SCATTING]

Now, time was passing
and the sun grew hotter

Upon his hat

His chocolate snack

So, beneath his hat
he thought and pondered

What should I do
to save my hat?

He thought and contemplated
as he perspired

Beneath his hat

Upon his lap

He feared
his chocolate treats

Would soon retire
into a pool

A chocolate vat

I won't feel grand
if I take off my hat

The sun's getting hot

And my hat
Just might go flat

My hat, it might go flat

And my sweets
will melt, like that

Oh, hurry, Mr. Trolley

Before my dapperness
goes flat

[MALE CHOIR SCATTING]

He decided to forego
his looks so dashing

To save his hat

And little snack

So, he placed the treats upon
the seat beside him

And put his hat
on top of that

Oh, please

Oh, please, oh, please

Don't anybody
sit close to me

Sit close to me

Upon my hat

Upon my hat

I ask if all of you
could be so kindly

And just stand back
Away from my snack

[MUSIC STOPS]

[SQUISHING]

[SINGING] A great big squash
Just sat upon my hat

A great big squash
Just squished
my hat real flat

He squashed my hat,
he made it flat

He squished my snack,
oh, what of that

Oh, tell me, anybody

Now, what do you
think of that?

A great, big squash
just sat upon his hat

A great, big, enormous squash

Squished his hat real flat

He squashed his hat,
he made it flat

He squished his snack,
what of that

[HURRIED CHATTER]

[BELL DINGS]

[WHEEL SQUEAKING]

Oh, golly.

Uh, what's your name?

They've never given me a name.

I've been around
since show one

and I still
don't have a name.

[MUSIC RESUMES PLAYING]

[SINGING] Now,
what do you think of that?

Well, that was interesting.

BOB: You okay, Archibald?

Oh, just fine. Thank you.

[CHUCKLES] Ahem.

You'll be glad to know, folks,
that we have saved
the best for last.

It has long been rumored
that Gilbert and Sullivan,

the brilliant musical duo,
penned one last musical
before their deaths.

This musical, legend
has it, was lost before
it could be staged.

Well, if my cohorts
Philippe and Jean-Claude
are correct,

we have that lost musical.

Fellows?
[BOTH EXCLAIMING]

We have it right here.
Right here.

The lost musical
of this Gilbert and Sullivan.

Mais oui!
Oh, splendid.

Let me have a look
at it. Here it is.

Gilbert and Sullivan present
Lyle the Kindly Viking.

A musical pop-up book.

Well, get ready for
a truly historic event.

"Once upon a time,

"there was a little village
by the sea

"where there dwelt
a band of Vikings..."

[SINGING] Good morning, Mabel
How are you, dear?

Oh, just fine and dandy
Is Harold ‘round here?

I haven't seen him
Hmm.

But that's no surprise

Olaf's gone, too?

Mmm-hmm.

BOTH: [SINGING]
They're out with the guys

We should have listened
to our mothers

And married more judiciously

But we picked men
with metal hats

Who sail across the sea

You live and learn.

[SINGING] We married Vikings

What do you know?
The terrors of the sea

They're Vikings

Wherever they go,
pillaging happily

They're Vikings

Let there be no ambiguity

‘Cause this is my life
as a Viking wife

We have to admit
it's rife with strife

But that's the lot
we got when married we

The terrors of the sea

Oh, look what
the cat drug in.

Wonder what they
brought back this time.

Hey, there's
your wife, Olaf.

Yep, and there's
your wife, Harold.

Oh, boy, do they
love us or what?

Well, what's not to love?
I mean, after all...

[SINGING] We're Vikings

What do you know?
The terrors of the sea

We're Vikings

Wherever we go,
pillaging happily

We're Vikings

Let there be no ambiguity

‘Cause who doesn't like
a pile of loot

Some gold and jewels
and a shiny suit

And a giant screen TV,
to boot

A Viking's life for me
Yo-h*

We're Vikings

What do you know?
The terrors of the sea

We're Vikings

Wherever they go,
pillaging happily

We're Vikings

Let there be no ambiguity

‘Cause who doesn't like
a pile of loot

This is my life
as a Viking wife

Some gold and jewels
and a shiny suit

We have to admit
that it's rife with strife

And a giant screen TV,
to boot

But that's the lot
we got when married we

The terrors of the sea

We married Vikings

That's the life for me

MAYOR ARCHIBALD:
So, that was the life
of a Viking.

Pillaging and plundering.

Uh, those are fancy words
for, well, for taking
other people's things.

They were stealing.

Their boats were so fast
that no one could catch them.

So they could
get away with it.

But not all the Vikings
were involved
in this unfortunate practice.

No, there was
one in particular.

His name was Lyle.

Good morning, Lyle.
Good morning.

You missed another raid, Lyle.

I know. I was making stuff.

MAYOR ARCHIBALD: Lyle
never went on the raids.

Instead, he'd stay home
and make crafts.

Potholders, to be exact.

What you got
in the bag, Lyle?

Potholders. You want one?

Ah, you gave me one
last week. But thank you.

Here's your share
of the loot, Lyle.

Don't worry, it's the least
we could give you.

Thanks.

MAYOR ARCHIBALD:
Now, Lyle was definitely
an unusual Viking.

Whenever the other Vikings
returned from a raid,

he would take his
small bag of loot, plus
a bunch of potholders,

and head out to sea
on his own expedition.

Hi, Sven. Hi, Ottar.

MAYOR ARCHIBALD:
As you can imagine,

this puzzled the other
Vikings quite a bit.

[SINGING] What's up with Lyle?

What's up with Lyle?

I'm telling you, that boy
doesn't fit the Viking style

Since 793,
our strategy's been clear

Go get stuff from over there

And bring it over here

You know that little guy

He's got me feeling
all contempt-y

He takes his boat out,
loaded up

And brings it back in, empty

What? What?
What is up with Lyle?

MAYOR ARCHIBALD: Yes, well,

no one could figure out
what Lyle was up to.

So, two of the other Vikings,

two fellows named
Sven and Ottar,

decided to follow him
and find out.

[SINGING]
You guys go ahead
We'll catch up

Uh, Sven, you
don't have to sing...

[SINGING] But it's a musical

Yeah, I know.

But you don't have to sing
every line in a musical.

Talking is okay, too.

Oh, okay.

MAYOR ARCHIBALD:
So, very stealthily,

they followed
Lyle across the sea.

No, you're too close.
He's gonna see us.

No, not
close enough.

Would you just let me...
We're going to lose him.

I'm just trying to draw...
Closer. No, too close. No!

MAYOR ARCHIBALD:
And much to their surprise,

he led them right
back to the monastery

they had raided
the night before.

What?
Huh?

What is he doing?
OTTAR: Uh, can I see?

Sven...
OTTAR: Hold on.

Just a minute...
OTTAR: I want to...
Will you give...

No, let go!
Give me the...

[SPLASHES]

Um, those
were Olaf's.

[SINGING]
Dear monks, dear monks
What can I say?

My friends have taken
your things away

Dear monks, dear monks
What can Ido?

I've come to bring
some back to you

I cannot make it
all come back

For they are bigger
and older

But I'll share what I have
in my little sack

And a few of my own potholders

Aye, it's the thought
that counts.

[SINGING]
Dear little Viking boy

You can call me Lyle

Oh, okay. [CLEARS THROAT]

[SINGING] Dear Lyle, dear Lyle

We like your style

For we were all despairing

But you rowed your boat
for many a mile

To practice
an act of sharing

Boys?

[SINGING]
Thank you, thank you,
Viking friend

No longer are we blue

Rest assured that we intend
to someday soon help you

[BOYS LAUGHING]

MAYOR ARCHIBALD: Sven and
Ottar were very confused.

I'm confused.

MAYOR ARCHIBALD:
They returned home
and waited to confront Lyle.

[SINGING] Not so fast
Don't take another hop

We know where
you've been

And we think
it's gotta stop

Huh?

[SINGING]
We Vikings rule the seas

We pillage and attack

We never say “please”

And we never give stuff back

Not to mention
the potholders.

[SINGING] You both care about
your share of gold so rare

And big TVs

But when I share
I get my share of friends

[SCATTING ALONG TO MUSIC]

What's the use
A golden goose

Is no excuse
for being mean

When I share
I get my share of friends

[SCATTING ALONG TO MUSIC]

[MUSIC ENDS]
Yeah.

MAYOR ARCHIBALD:
Well, Sven and Ottar

had never thought
about jt that way.

Could sharing actually
give them more of what

would make them really happy?

Even they had noticed

that watching
that big screen TV

wasn't all that
fun by yourself.

They needed to give that
a little more thought.

In the meantime, though,

they knew Lyle would be
in big trouble

if Olaf learned
what he was doing.

[SINGING]
If Olaf finds out

You'll be in big trouble

Uh, you can just talk.

Oh. Right.
[CLEARS THROAT]

If Olaf finds out, you know.

Well, Olaf's
not gonna find out.

This will be
our little secret.

Thanks, guys.

So, they resolved
not to let Olaf find out.

Unfortunately, this was
easier said than done.

Just a few days later,
as the Vikings were headed out

to raid the monastery
once again,

it was the only
monastery in the area,

Ottar spotted something.

OTTAR: Oh, no.
SVEN: What is it?

It's Lyle.
He's at the monastery.
[GASPS]

OTTAR: If Olaf sees him,
he's in big trouble.

SVEN: What do we do?

We've got to distract Olaf.

[SINGING] Look, Olaf
There's a fish

With a pretty yellow circle
at the bottom

Of the back side of his fin

Look, Olaf, there's another

And another, and another
And that little
one has got a funny grin

What? I don't see any...

Look, Olaf, Olaf, Olaf
Way down underneath the water

It's the biggest fish
I think I've ever seen

Look, Olaf

He's got purple spots
and orange and yellow markings

And a dorsal fin
that's iridescent green

What?
Ottar, I don't
see any of that.

Sven, we've
got to distract him.
Help me out.

Oh!

[SINGING]
Look, Olaf, there's a turtle
and he's wearing pink pajamas

And he's got a cowboy
hat upon his lid

Look, Olaf, very close
And see he's riding on a llama

And he's chasing down
a herd of giant squid

Look, Olaf, Olaf, Olaf, Olaf
Olaf, Olaf, Olaf, Olaf

There's a whale that's
dancing with a bear

Look, Olaf, it's a mermaid
It's an ostrich

It's a bunny, look, Olaf
Please look anywhere but...

I don't see anything. What?

...but there.

Hey, isn't that Lyle?

OLAF: Mmm-hmm.

And he left something
with those monks.

What is it?

OLAF: It's potholders.

And the little bag
of loot we gave him.

[GASPS]

Hey, that goes against
the code of the Vikings.

You can
say that again.

Why, that little Viking
is in big trouble.

[SINGING] What do you
think you're doing?

was...

[SINGING]
Giving them stuff back?

Um, yeah.

[SINGING] Well, now there's
a storm a-brewing

And you're the one
that's under attack

Olaf, this storm
is blowing up
pretty quick.

Maybe you should head back.

First, I need
to make an example
out of this ex-Viking.

You know, I think
Harold is right.

We gotta get outta here.

Almost done.

You'll see that nothing good
comes from giving things back.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[ALL SCREAMING]

[GASPS] Lyle's in trouble.
We gotta help him.

Where's the life-ring?
Right here.

Hang on, Lyle. [GRUNTS]
Help is on the way.

Huh? What'd I throw?

[SCREAMS]

Oy vey. Hang on.

Pull, boys, pull.

Hey, look.
The monks saved Lyle.

What?

I guess, if we had shared,
there'd be somebody
to save us, too.

Thanks, guys.

We knew we could
help you someday.

But what about my friends?

Ah, they were mean to us.

I'm pretty sure God wants us
to help everyone,

not just the people
who are nice to us.

[GROANS]

You're right. We're monks,
we should know that, huh?

All right, come on, boys.
Let's save the Vikings.

Uh, can we put away
the good silverware first?

Oh, all right.

MAYOR ARCHIBALD: So, not
only did the monks save Lyle,

they saved all the Vikings
from the storm.

And just because Lyle
had made friends
with them by sharing.

[SINGING] Thank you,
thank you, our new friends

You saved us from the sea

Rest assured that we intend

To share proficiently

We used to care about
our share of gold so rare

And big TVs

But when we share we get

Our share of friends

[BOYS SCAT ALONG TO MUSIC]

So, what's the use?

A golden goose is no excuse

For being mean

When we share we get
our share of friends

[ALL CHEERING]

I'd clap if I could.

Does that mean
we can't be Vikings anymore?

Not necessarily.

But I do think you need
to change your song.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SINGING] We're Vikings

What do you know?
The sharers of the sea

We're Vikings

Wherever we go,
sharing happily

We're Vikings

Let there be no animosity

‘Cause our pillaging ways
we will amend

By sharing and caring
and making friends

And finally, our singing
is at its end

The sharers of the sea
We're Vikings

The sharers of the sea

I need to go to the bathroom

OTTAR: Uh, Sven,
you can stop singing now.

SVEN: Oh, right.

Well, there you have it.

The lost musical

of Gilbert Jones
and Sullivan O'Kelley.

What? That's not right.

That's the wrong
Gilbert and Sullivan.

This wasn't their
lost musical at all.

We liked it.

Oh, that's what I get
for working with peas.
[BOTH LAUGHING]

I could have your union cards
for this, you know.

BOTH: You
can't catch us.
PHILIPPE: You can't.

MAYOR ARCHIBALD:
You'll never work
on the West End again!

PHILIPPE: Oh, does he look
silly or what?

Oh, we're over here by Qwerty,
to talk about what we...

Uh, learned today.

And so what we have learned
[LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE]

Applies to our lives today

And God has a lot
to say in his book
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Do you think
they're going to be okay?

I think they'll be just fine.
[GASPS]

You see we know that
God's word is for everyone

And now that our song
is done we'll take a look!

Well, Prince Omelet learned
that God wants us to share,

and that sharing
can actually feel pretty good.

Yep. And Lyle taught
all the Vikings that
even though sharing

doesn't get you more stuff,
it does get you more friends.

And that's even better.

That's right, Larry.

Well, let's see if the Bible
says anything about sharing.

[BOB READING]

Hmm. So, God
likes it when we share.

Yep. And so do
the people we share with.

Well, we're out
of time for today.

So, remember,
God made you special,
and he loves you very much.

BOTH: Goodbye.

[CLATTERING]
MAYOR ARCHIBALD: Oops.

Sorry.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER,
LAUGHTER]

Bob, don't look.

Just roll the credits, Larry.
Roll the credits.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]