Bob: Okay, Larry, it's time for the theme song.

Larry: Uh, yeah, Bob. What do I do?

Bob: Hmm... Let's see. I know. You play the guitar.

Larry: Bob, I don't have any hands.

Bob: Oh, you're right. Well, okay, you play this.

Larry: I don't want to play that! I'll look silly!

Bob: Oh, come on. It'll be fun.

Larry: Nope. Not going to do it.

Bob: It's for the kids.

Larry: Oh. Okay. But they better not laugh.

Bob: 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!

All: VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales. VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales.

Bob: Broccoli, celery, gotta be...

All: VeggieTales!

Junior: Lima beans, collard greens, peachy keen...

All: VeggieTales!

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

All: 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!

(Vegetables laughing)

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

Larry: And I'm Larry the Cucumber.

Bob: And we're here to answer your questions.

Larry: Yep.

Bob: I bet you're wondering why Larry has a shoe on his head.

Larry: Yeah, Bob. Why do I have a shoe on my head?

Bob: Well, I got a letter today from Latasha Robbins of Savannah Georgia. Latasha wants to know what loving your neighbor really means.

Larry: That's why I have a shoe on my head?

Bob: Yes, no, well kind of.

Larry: Help me out here, Bob.

Bob: You see, I'm about to tell Latasha the story of Flibber-O-Loo. And in that story, you, Larry, have a shoe on your head.

Larry: Oh, it's all so clear now. Hurry up and tell the story, my head's starting to sweat.

Bob: Okay, here goes.

(camera fades to The Story of Flibber-O-Loo)

Bob: (voice over) The sun always shone on the mountains of Fibble, the wind and the rains never came. To call the place beautiful, no one would quibble, though hard on the feet, they'd exclaim. But high in those hills, past the rocks and the rubble, so high that the clouds were below; were two tiny towns that were nothing but trouble. As you listen, you'll see that it's so. The town to the west that thought it was best, bore the name Flibber-O-Loo. Where the women and men, since 17-10 have worn on their heads, one large shoe. Now in town number two one big shoe wouldn't do, so the people in Jibberty-Lot, would look down and bellow, at shoe-headed fellows, and place on their own heads - a pot.