LarryBoy: A VeggieTales Movie/Transcript

This is the transcript for LarryBoy: A VeggieTales Movie.

Part 1: Prologue/LarryBoy Captures Bandits
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(The city of Bumblyburg is seen from above at night. We pan in and hear police sirens in the distance. We cut to a bank, where a group of robbers are grabbing a few sacks of cash while an alarm sounds. They leave the bank quickly as police cars are in pursuit. The police car is speeding down the road. The robbers hide in an alley as the police car passes by. The robbers re-emerge from the alley. One robber is a potato with dark brown hair, eyebrows and a mustache. The others are radishes.)

Potato: Alright, I think we lost them. Now let’s get to the hideout.

(A radish suddenly gets grabbed by a red plunger. He screams as he gets dragged deeper into the alley, startling the others.)

Radish: Marty? Boss, Marty’s gone.

Potato: Come on, Marty. Quit messing around.

(The two robbers see Marty tied up in the corner with a shocked look on his face.)

Radish: Whoa, what happened?

Marty: I...I don’t know.

(One by one, radishes disappear into the night thanks to more plungers, screaming in the process.)

Radish: Boss!!!

Potato: Right! Okay, tough guy! Come on out and show yourself!

(The shadowy figure drops into the alley and confronts the potato. He steps out of the shadows, revealing himself to be a green cucumber in a yellow suit and a purple mask. He also has two red plungers on his head, one on each side. He glares at the potato, who sees his other partners dangling over his head. The robber tries to attack first, only for the cucumber to easily get the better of him. The potato is lying on the floor in pain as he looks up at the night sky. The cucumber looks down at the robber.)

Superhero Cucumber: I believe you have something that belongs to the bank.

Potato: Well, I... I... I... uhhh?

(The cucumber steps forward as the potato slowly crawls back against the wall. The cucumber then stops and comes face to face with the potato.)

Potato: Who... who are you?

Superhero Cucumber: I'm LarryBoy.

(The potato looks up at the ladder on the wall.)

Potato: Uh... hey, look over there!

(LarryBoy looks up at the sky and the potato climbs up the ladder to get to the top of the building in order to escape. LarryBoy then watches the potato escape.)

LarryBoy: Hey!

(LarryBoy climbs up the ladder and sees the potato trying to run away. He shoots one of his plunger ears and catches the potato, causing him to get reeled in. The potato gulps in fear.)

LarryBoy: Now, are you going to try that again?

(The potato frantically shakes his head, causing LarryBoy to smirk.)

LarryBoy: Smart man.

(Back in the alley, the police have apprehended the radishes that were caught earlier. One police officer, a tall carrot with white eyebrows and a mustache, confronts one of them.)

Carrot: Where’s the other one?

Marty: We don’t know, we swear!

(The officer hears a noise from the alley and goes back to check. He finds the potato tied up with a note stuck to his head. The carrot reads the note.)

Carrot: “You’re welcome.”

(The carrot looks up and sees LarryBoy in the distance before another police officer, a yellow gourd with a mustache of his own, arrives and calls for him.)

Gourd Officer: Scooter, you okay?

Scooter: Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.

(The other officer leaves with the third robber as Scooter looks at the top of the building again, only to find that LarryBoy has disappeared. A small smile forms on Scooter‘s face.)

Scooter: Thank you, whoever you are.

(Back above the city, LarryBoy quickly hops across the top of a building. He sees a ledge coming up, but he doesn’t slow down.)

LarryBoy (narrating): Danger lurks in the big city. Disaster waits in every dark alley. Peril behind every park bench. The world needs a hero! But not just an ordinary hero, no. A special hero! A superhero!

(LarryBoy jumps off the ledge of the building and shoots a plunger into the air.)

LarryBoy (narrating): I... am... that... hero!

(LarryBoy swings across the screen with a brave look on his face.)

LarryBoy (narrating): They call me... LarryBoy!

LARRYBOY: A VEGGIETALES MOVIE

(We then pan down into the city of Bumblyburg during the day. A paperboy hands out newspapers to the citizens of Bumblyburg. The headline on the front page says “NOTORIOUS BANDITS CAPTURED”.)

Paperboy: Extra, extra! Motato and his radish army have been captured by a new superhero at Bumblyburg last night! Read all about it!

(A cucumber police officer grabs the newspaper from the ground and reads it with a tomato police officer. They look at each other while they read the newspaper.)

Cucumber Police Officer #1: Who is that cucumber who fought against these thieves here in the city?

Tomato Police Officer #1: I don't know my friend, but I think it could be some vegetable with superpowers.

Part 2: Larry at Gourd’s Gym/News about LarryBoy
(We transition to the inside of a gym and see a cucumber in a grey workout top and a headband. He is sweating while lifting a heavy dumbbell as two vegetables look on. The first vegetable is a red bell pepper in a white workout top. The second vegetable is a giant yellow gourd in a t-shirt. The cucumber finally puts the dumbbell down and collapses on his back.)

Bell Pepper: Are you alright, Larry?

Larry: Yeah... yeah. Whoa... what a workout.

Bell Pepper: You’ve really improved, man. I remember when you first came here and you could barely even lift 25 pounds.

Larry: Come on, Pepe... give me some credit.

(Pepe helps Larry get back up.)

Larry: I owe you for helping me out, guys. I didn’t have a lot to do today.

Gourd: Sorry about your plumbing job.

Larry: It’s okay. The boss was pretty cranky anyway. I don’t think he liked me very much. He says I’m using my parents’ wealth to get ahead in life. I just want to make a name for myself on my own.

Pepe: He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You’re arguably one of the nicest fellas I’ve ever met. Right, Apollo?

(Apollo nods.)

Larry: Thanks.

(The three friends sit on a bench. They then turn their heads and see a rhubarb on a nearby television screen holding a microphone.)

Rhubarb: This is Petunia Rhubarb with a special report. Bumblyburg’s newest superhero strikes again! Dubbed “LarryBoy” by the crooks he’s captured, this is apparently his third appearance in the past week. Everyone has been talking about him.

(We cut to a young asparagus in a yellow cap looking at the camera.)

Asparagus: He sounds so cool! I heard he can shoot plungers from his head.

(We cut to a pair of eggplants looking at the camera. One eggplant is tall with a large nose and blonde hair. He wears a yellow sweater and a green cap. The other one is shorter with indigo hair. He wears a gray tank top with an opened flower shirt, khaki pants with a belt and half-moon glasses.)

Tall eggplant: I think he’s a ninja.

Short eggplant: I think he’s a cowboy.

Tall eggplant: Ninja.

Short eggplant: Cowboy.

Tall eggplant: Ninja!

Short eggplant: Cowboy!

(The two eggplants glare at each other momentarily before smiling and nodding.)

Tall & short eggplants: He’s a ninja cowboy!

(The television screen shows Petunia interviewing other citizens, some of which resemble Capcom characters.)

Petunia (offscreen): Everyone had something to say about LarryBoy. Even local billionaire Larry the Cucumber threw in his two cents.

(The image on the television screen cuts to Larry and Petunia on camera.)

Larry (on television): I like him. He’s brave, he’s clever, and he looks like he’d be fun at parties.

Apollo: Petunia interviewed you?

Larry: I asked her to. I thought it would help with the publicity. Plus, we’re good friends.

Pepe: “Friends”. Right.

Larry: Oh, stop.

(The image switches to Petunia and Officer Scooter Carrot at the police station facing the camera.)

Petunia (offscreen): We caught up with Officer Scooter Carrot of the Bumblyburg Police Department to learn his thoughts on LarryBoy.

Petunia (onscreen): So, Officer Scooter, do you have anything to say about that masked cucumber with super suction ears that are like plungers?

Officer Scooter: Well, yes. I’m glad someone is at least trying to fight like a man. He’s helped us catch a few convicts lately. I know that some of the cops aren’t too sure that it’s a good idea for one person to take the law into their own hands. While I understand completely, it’s still nice to know that someone else, like LarryBoy, is trying to help us make this town a better, nicer, and safer place.

(We cut to Petunia and a blueberry with blonde hair in the city hall looking at the camera.)

Petunia (offscreen): Finally, we went to city hall to get the opinion of Mayor Blueberry.

(We zoom into Mayor Blueberry.)

Mayor Blueberry: I believe it’s safer nowadays to let the professionals handle situations like this. I know Bumblyburg has been defended by superheroes before, such as the legendary Bok Choy, but as time passed by, we are in a slightly better shape now. The crime rate is slowly decreasing, so the police are doing their job.

(We cut back to Petunia.)

Petunia: And there you have it. Some citizens are clearly split about LarryBoy. Is he doing the right thing or should he leave well enough alone? I personally admire how far he’s willing to go. The fact is that one way or another, the actions of this brave young man are not going unnoticed. One can only wonder what important business he’s attending to right now.

Larry: I think it’s pretty cool, trying to make a difference like that.

Pepe: I don’t know, man. I think it’s a bit excessive. Dressing up in spandex and getting into fights at night is okay to think about, but this guy could end up in a dangerous situation.

Larry: Makes sense, I guess.

Apollo: Speak for yourself. I’d love to be a superhero. Couldn’t you see me fighting crime?

Pepe: You’d need an outfit big enough.

Apollo: Oh, ha-ha. Very funny.

(Larry turns his attention to a clock on the wall.)

Larry: Oh, man. Alfred should be here by now. I gotta go. Sorry, guys.

Pepe: It’s cool. We should do this again. Have a nice day.

Larry: You too.

Apollo: See ya.

Part 3: A Call from Bok Choy
(Larry goes to the limousine, which was parked on the road in front of the restaurant, and gets inside it. The limousine then drives away. Inside the limo, a tall talking asparagus with a monocle is sitting in the driver’s seat.)

Larry: Hey, Alfred.

Alfred: Hello, Master Larry. How was the get-together at Gourd’s Gym?

Larry: Well, my body is really sore. So, it was great.

(Larry picks up a newspaper and reads it. He sees some negative comments from other citizens about LarryBoy and delivers a sigh, catching Alfred’s attention.)

Alfred: Is something wrong? You sound under the weather.

Larry: Huh? Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.

Alfred: I read the paper this morning. You did a great job yesterday.

Larry: Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit. I owe you for helping me out every now and then. You’re pretty much the brains of the operation.

Alfred: Now that is true.

Larry: You’re hilarious. You know, if you want, you could be my sidekick! I’d help you make a good costume, a good name—

Alfred: Whoa. Slow down there, Master Larry. I am not cut out for something like that. I have wondered about the possibility of being a superhero like you, but I just don’t look good in spandex.

(Larry imagines Alfred in spandex and shudders at the thought.)

Larry: Yeah, you’re right. You’d look terrible.

Alfred: Really?

Larry: Consider it payback for the jab at my smarts.

Alfred: Touché.

(We cut to the limousine driving all the way to a large grey mansion. Larry and Alfred get out of the limousine and go inside the mansion.)

Larry: Hey, Alfred. How about a game of Candy Land?

Alfred: Sorry, but I have some extra cleaning to do.

Larry: Oh. Well, let me help you.

Alfred: Oh, nonsense, Master Larry. It’s my job as your butler to keep the place clean.

Larry: It’s also my job as your friend to help you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Alfred: Well, since you volunteered...

(We cut to Larry and Alfred entering Larry’s bedroom, which is a mess.)

Alfred: I need you to clean your bedroom.

Larry: Aw, peanut brittle.

(Larry starts cleaning his room. He finishes before coming across sketches for his superhero outfit from before he started fighting crime. He grabs some old plunger arrows and a bow to practice his aim. After hanging his sketches on the walls, he shoots a few arrows at them. Alfred enters the room and startles Larry.)

Alfred: Master Larry—

(Larry’s plunger arrow accidentally hits Alfred in the head.)

Alfred: Nice shot.

Larry: Oops. Sorry.

Alfred: There’s a phone call for you.

Larry: I’ll be right down over here.

(Alfred removes the arrow from his head and leaves. Larry puts the rest of his stuff away and exits his room and goes to the phone.)

Unknown voice: Larry the Cucumber?

Larry: Yes? Who’s this?

Unknown voice: This is Bok Choy.

(Larry’s eyes widen as he turns to Alfred, who simply nods.)

Larry: ...B-Bok Choy?

Bok Choy: Surprised?

Larry: Uh, yeah, I mean, wow! You’re only one of the greatest superheroes ever! I’ve read so much about you! You’re a big inspiration!

Bok Choy: Thank you. It’s nice to know my reputation precedes me. I’m going to get right to the point. Your butler speaks highly of you.

Larry: Alfred?

Bok Choy: We were roommates back at Eggsford University.

Larry: Really?

Bok Choy: It’s true. And he tells me that Bumblyburg now has a new defender.

Larry: So you know?

Bok Choy: I do, and I must say I’m very impressed.

Larry: You are?

Bok Choy: Bumblyburg has been dealing with crime for years. I was willing to put my life at risk to keep the people safe. But years have passed and I’m not as athletic as I used to be. Then you come along to continue the work when no one else would. I respect a man who has the same heart as I do. But since you’re still just a rookie, I would like to train you.

Larry: You... want to train me? Gosh! That would be amazing! Yes! Yes! I’ll do it!

Bok Choy: Excellent. Your training will begin soon. You’ll have to leave tomorrow night. Alfred and I have already taken care of everything.

Larry: Great. I’ll be there. Thanks! Bye!

(Larry hangs up the phone.)

Larry: Thanks, Alfred. This is unbelievable.

Alfred: Don’t mention it. I think this is best for you.

Larry: Thank you so much. I promise I won't let you down.

Alfred: I know you won’t. You’d better start packing.

Larry: Right! I can’t wait! This is awesome!

(We transition to the next evening as Larry and Alfred are at a bus station with suitcases. Larry has a toupee on his head and a fake beard on his face.)

Larry: Do I really need to go undercover?

Alfred: You’re a famous billionaire. There’s a good chance you could have a run-in with the paparazzi, which wouldn’t help with your training.

Larry: Are you sure you can handle everything back home?

Alfred: Master Larry, for the last time, I've got it all under control.

Larry: Right, right. Sorry. I’m just nervous.

(Larry boards a bus.)

Larry: I’ll send you a postcard!

(Alfred watches as the bus automatically closes its doors and leaves the bus station.)

Alfred: Good luck, Master Larry.

(We pan up into the evening sky as it slowly gets darker.)

Part 4: Prison Break/Training
(We pan down back into the city and see an odd-looking aircraft flying in the sky. A dark stranger in a cape is seen steering the ship towards the Bumblyburg Prison. He descends from the ship. Armed with a machine on his back and a mask on his face, he sneaks around the area. He comes across a security guard in the office watching television.)

Guard: Heh-heh. Classic Curly.

(The stranger confronts the guard.)

Guard: Hey!

(The stranger sprays the security guard with paint. He then proceeds to do the same thing to other guards as well. Meanwhile, criminals are in their cells. Motato reads a book while a large angry beet snores on the top of a bunk bed. A harmonica starts playing from the cell next door.)

Motato: Hey, knock it off!

(Two radishes are in the cell next to him.)

Radish: I’m bored, boss. That calls for music.

Motato: Chad, I’m serious. This big beet in my cell is asleep and I don’t want him to attack me.

Marty: I’m sure he wouldn’t do that.

Motato: His name is Mr. Beeter-Upper.

(Chad and Marty are shocked.)

Marty: We’ll be sure to attend the funeral.

Motato: Marty!

(Suddenly, the alarm goes off and gains everyone’s attention.)

Chad: Why’s the alarm going off?

Marty: Maybe someone found a way out this dump!

Motato: No! No!

Marty: What is it, boss? Did you want to get out first?

(As more guards fall victim to the paint, Mr. Beeter-Upper wakes up and glares at Motato, whose pupils shrink in fear.)

Motato: Oh no.

(At that moment, all the prison doors open automatically. Motato sees the opening and immediately runs out of his cell with Mr. Beeter-Upper running after him.)

Chad: Boss?

Motato: Help me!!!

(All the prisoners escape from their cells. Most of them go after the cops while others try to find a way outside. Motato and the radishes try to avoid getting assaulted by Mr. Beeter-Upper. Security guards arrive to take them out. The masked stranger sprays them with paint. He motions for the prisoners to follow them and they do just that.)

Marty: Who’s this loon?

Chad: Who cares? We’re actually getting out of here!

(The prisoners all follow the stranger outside and head into his ship, which flies away.)

Prisoner #1: What’s going on?

Prisoner #2: Who are you?

Prisoner #3: What do you want from us?

(The stranger removes his mask, revealing himself to be an onion.)

Stranger: Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. Sorry if I frightened you earlier, but that was the best of all my ways to break you out of prison. It was also the most fun. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Awful Alvin, the soon-to-be ruler of Bumblyburg!

(The prisoners stare in silence before bursting into laughter.)

Awful Alvin: Silence!

(Everyone stops laughing almost immediately.)

Awful Alvin: As I was saying, I’m looking to form an army to help me take over Bumblyburg. People in the city have ridiculed me for years. They all called me crazy! I’ll show them crazy! But to do that, I’ll need your help.

Prisoner #4: Why us?

Awful Alvin: Some of the toughest crooks in town would get arrested by the police.

Prisoner #2: You mean like him?

(Prisoner #2 points to Mr. Beeter-Upper sitting next to a slightly frightened Motato and his radish minions.)

Awful Alvin: Exactly. You see, I’m sure that you all have your own set of special skills that can be used to our advantage. Combine that with my brilliant mind and special weapons and we’d be unstoppable! And if you decide to work with me, I’ll see to it that you can wreak havoc in the streets for as long as you want!

(The prisoners ponder about this.)

Motato: Wait a minute.

(Everyone turns to a suspicious Motato.)

Motato: What if we refuse?

Awful Alvin: Then you’ll be tortured by my dastardly henchman, Lampy!

(Alvin motions to a floor lamp with a scribbled face on its shade. The prisoners laugh once more.)

Awful Alvin: I said, “Silence!”

(Most of the prisoners stop laughing, except for Motato.)

Chad: Boss, cut it out.

Marty: Yeah, he gives me the creeps.

Motato: Oh, come on! Is anybody really buying this? He’s just some mindless buffoon who doesn’t even know what he’s talking about! He’s got less of a brain than his own sidekick! Sorry, ‘Awful Alvin’—if that is your real name—but you might as well drop me back in the prison because I am not going to Crazy Town with you or your lamp.

(Awful Alvin chuckles a little before bursting with laughter, intimidating the others.)

Awful Alvin: We got a comedian over here!

(Without warning, Awful Alvin angrily grabs Motato and pulls him in close to his face.)

Awful Alvin: I really don’t like comedians. And I don’t appreciate you stealing my moment! You dare to doubt Lampy’s powers?

Motato: Uh, yeah.

Awful Alvin: Alright. Just stand right here and stare at him for a few minutes.

(Motato rolls his eyes, but does just that. Suddenly, Alvin presses a button causing Lampy’s light to turn on. It is so bright that Motato screams in agony.)

Motato: Okay! Okay! I’ll listen! Please, just stop!

(Lampy’s light is turned off and Motato looks traumatized, much to the shock of the others.)

Awful Alvin: You’re gonna be my number-two guy. That way, I can keep a close eye on you.

(Motato gulps as Alvin turns to the other prisoners with a crazed look in his eyes.)

Awful Alvin: Anyone else want to show off?!?

(Everyone rapidly nods their heads. Alvin calms down and smiles.)

Awful Alvin: Excellent! Now strap yourselves in! We have a long night ahead of us. And we’re gonna start by paying our beloved mayor a visit.

(We cut to the aircraft flying above the city before coming across city hall. We then see Mayor Blueberry in her office finishing her paperwork.)

Mayor Blueberry: Finally. Time to go home.

(Some female prisoners break into her office. They get closer to her as she screams. We cut to the next morning outside of Bumblyburg. Larry is sleeping in bed when a trumpet sounds.)

Larry: Ahhh!

(Larry rolls out of his bed as Bok Choy enters the room.)

Bok Choy: Rise and shine! It’s 6:00. Time for your training.

Larry: Can’t I sleep for a couple more hours?

Bok Choy: No. You have a lot of work to do, so it’s best that we start as early as possible. Now go get ready so we can begin our sessions.

Larry: Alright.

(Later, LarryBoy and Bok Choy are in front of an obstacle course. LarryBoy is wearing every part of his costume except the mask.)

Bok Choy: That’s probably the most unique costume I’ve ever seen.

LarryBoy: I wanted to make something more original.

Bok Choy: It shows. But why the plungers? Is there a dark backstory behind them?

LarryBoy: Not really. I saved my toy lobster from the toilet with a plunger.

Bok Choy: That’s it?

LarryBoy: Uh-huh.

Bok Choy: Eh. I’ve heard sillier. Alright, we’re going to practice fighting. You're ready?

(LarryBoy nods and puts on his superhero mask.)

LarryBoy: Definitely.

(We then cut to a montage of LarryBoy training. He starts out by constantly failing to run the obstacle course, much to his master’s disappointment.)

Bok Choy: Oh, we have a lot of work to do.

(LarryBoy continues going through the course, eventually succeeding.)

LarryBoy: What’s next?

Bok Choy: You’re going to battle some professionals.

LarryBoy: How professional are they?

(A group of tough fighters confront LarryBoy.)

LarryBoy: Oh, boy.

(We cut to another montage of LarryBoy fighting the other trainers. Once again, he fails before succeeding. Bok Choy nods his approval. Later, LarryBoy nurses his injuries while he and Bok Choy have lunch.)

Bok Choy: Congratulations. You’ve been very impressive over the past few months. How are you feeling?

LarryBoy: Exhausted.

Bok Choy: Well, it’s all part of the job.

LarryBoy: Have you ever thought about fighting crime again? You still have some great moves.

Bok Choy: Thanks. I’ve considered it. I might actually move back to Bumblyburg, considering how much I’ve missed the place.

LarryBoy: I still can’t believe I got to train with you. Thanks for believing in me.

Bok Choy: You’re welcome. And thank you for working hard enough.

LarryBoy: No problem.

(LarryBoy smiles as they continue eating.)

LarryBoy: Man, just wait until the rest of Bumblyburg sees me. I’m going to blow their minds! I can’t wait to get home tomorrow.

Part 5: Alvinville/Back to Work
(Wearing the same disguise from earlier, Larry rides a bus as it enters Bumblyburg. He finds the city completely trashed by Alvin and his organization of criminals.)

Larry: Holy cow!

(As the bus keeps moving, he sees graffiti on the walls and very few people on the streets. He also notices a sign with the name “Bumblyburg” crossed out and replaced with a different name.)

Larry: “Alvinville”? What is this?

(Larry eventually gets off the bus, enters the Larry Manor and places his bags on the floor.)

Larry: Alfred, I’m home!

(The living room is empty.)

Larry: Alfred?

(The kitchen is empty.)

Larry: Hello?

(The bedrooms are empty.)

Larry: Where is he?

Alfred: Master Larry?

Larry: Huh?

(Larry runs back to the living room and finds Alfred, who gives him a hug.)

Alfred: Welcome home! How was training?

Larry: Uh, good. Hey, where were you? I was just in here. And why are you a mess?

Alfred: I’m working on something in the basement.

Larry: We have a basement?

Alfred: We do now. Brace yourself.

(Larry is led to a miniature statue of himself. Alfred presses the nose, causing a nearby bookcase to move and reveal a pole.)

Alfred: After you.

(Larry slides down the pole and finds himself in a dark area. Alfred follows him down and turns on the light, revealing the place to be highly decorated. Larry’s eyes widen and his jaw drops.)

Alfred: Master Larry, welcome to the Larry-Cave.

Larry: Wow! Wow! Wow! This is incredible!

(Larry sees a purple and yellow car with wheels that look like plungers.)

Larry: Is that...mine?!

Alfred: The LarryMobile. It‘s a custom-made transportation vehicle for your superhero duties.

Larry: Do I get to drive it? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Alfred: Not yet, but soon.

Larry: Cool!

Alfred: And this...

(Alfred leads Larry to a nearby computer.)

Alfred: ...is the Larry-Computer. It will keep us updated on every crime in Bumblyburg.

Larry: That reminds me. What happened to Bumblyburg? It’s a disaster!

(Alfred lets out a sigh as we fade to a flashback of Awful Alvin freeing the criminals from their prison cells.)

Alfred: While you were gone, a mad scientist who used to work at the Bumblyburg Science Lab seized control of the city. He calls himself Awful Alvin.

(We see Awful Alvin laughing maniacally as he leads an army of criminals into the city hall.)

Alfred: He released all the inmates from prison and sent them to attack the mayor!

(Alvin sits at the mayor’s desk as the former prisoners run through the streets causing all sorts of trouble. The flashback ends.)

Larry: Mayor Blueberry? That’s horrible! How is she?

Alfred: Well, she’s recovering in the hospital along with most of the police officers who took a stand against Alvin. That’s why the perpetrators haven’t been arrested yet. And no one else is brave enough to do anything. Fortunately, that can change now that you’re back. Master Larry, you can put your training to good use to defeat Awful Alvin and his cronies.

Larry: Well, what are we waiting for? I’ll go right now! Those guys won’t know what hit them!

(Larry tries to leave, but Alfred pulls him back.)

Alfred: Not so fast! The car isn’t ready yet and you’ve been gone for a while. You should relax for a while. We’ll get started tonight.

Larry: Oh, alright.

(Later, Larry goes to Bumblyburg Park to get some fresh air and runs into Petunia Rhubarb in the park.)

Larry: Petunia?

Petunia: L-Larry? Larry! You’re back!

(Petunia runs up to Larry and gives him a hug.)

Larry: Hey.

Petunia: Where have you been? No one’s seen you in months!

Larry: I was... uh... on a business trip. Yeah, I was on a business trip. I just got home. I heard about what happened.

Petunia: It was terrible. When Awful Alvin took over, no one was ready. We were all blindsided and have been hoping for a miracle since then. I was also pretty worried about you, you know.

Larry: I’m sorry. I should’ve called.

Petunia: No, don’t worry. You probably wanted to avoid the press, not that I blame you. I won’t pressure you. It’s just... Oh, I don't know.

(Larry and Petunia sit on a park bench.)

Larry: What is it, Petunia?

Petunia: Everyone’s afraid of Alvin. The police are the only ones trying to make a difference, and even they’re having trouble. I’m trying to do my part, but I can’t convince anyone to help. And the worst part is... I haven’t seen LarryBoy in a long time.

Larry: You haven’t? That’s strange.

Petunia: I know. He stops a few bad guys and then disappears when things get worse. Some people are even calling him a coward for leaving when the crime rate went higher.

Larry: Oh. What do you think?

Petunia: Personally, I don’t care where he’s been. I just hope he comes back soon. We just really need a miracle right now.

(Larry smiles at Petunia.)

Larry: I’m sure he’ll be back. For all of our sakes.

Petunia: Right now, I’m just glad that you’re back.

Larry: Yeah, me too.

(Larry and Petunia continue sitting together. We zoom out on the park and transition to later in the evening at Larry’s mansion. Alfred sits on a chair near the Larry-Computer as LarryBoy stands next to him.)

Alfred: Listen, Master Larry. This is your first night out on patrol since you returned, and since Bumblyburg is in more danger than before, I’ve taken it upon myself to create some new gadgets for you to use.

LarryBoy: Great. Alfred—

Alfred: Your belt buckle now has a small radio. We can use it to communicate with each other. I plan on adding more items to your belt in the future.

LarryBoy: Uh-huh. Alfred—

Alfred: I also created smoke bombs to help you disappear without a trace, and a bubblegum blowing machine because... well, it seemed like something you’d like to use.

LarryBoy: Sure. Alfred?

(Alfred frowns at LarryBoy.)

Alfred: Yes, Master Larry?

LarryBoy: Can I use the LarryMobile now? Huh? Can I? Please?

Alfred: In a moment.

(Alfred leads LarryBoy to the LarryMobile.)

Alfred: This small computer screen will also help with communication. Now remember the most important rule.

LarryBoy: Superheroes don't need their own credit cards?

Alfred: No. Well, true. But the most important rule is to be careful.

LarryBoy: You can count on me.

Alfred: Okay, now you can use the LarryMobile.

LarryBoy: Yes!

(LarryBoy jumps into the LarryMobile and starts the engine as the exit door opens. The LarryMobile speeds out of the Larry-Cave and into the city.)

LarryBoy: Woo-hoo!

(The LarryMobile speeds past a group of veggie citizens walking on the sidewalk, leaving them in shock and awe. Inside the LarryMobile, Alfred appears on the computer screen.)

Alfred: Master Larry, are you there? How’s it going?

LarryBoy: Alfred! This is the best thing I ever drove! You did a great job!

Alfred: I’m glad you like it. Listen, there is a situation near the Bumblyburg Hospital. I need you to head over there immediately.

LarryBoy: I’m on my way!

(LarryBoy races down the road. Meanwhile, Petunia Rhubarb is in the hospital trying to call the cops on her phone.)

Petunia: Hello? Yes, I think I’m being followed! I don’t know! I think they work with Awful Alvin. I’m at the hospital! Hurry!

(Petunia sees a way out, but gets caught by a few of Awful Alvin’s partners. She glares at them.)

Criminal #1: It’s Petunia, right?

Petunia: What do you want?

Criminal #1: We just want to talk. The boss said you’d be here seeing as you’re a close friend of the mayor. We’ve heard your reports on TV over the past couple of months and you haven’t said anything nice about Awful Alvin.

Petunia: That’s probably because I don’t have anything nice to say about him. Or any of you for that matter.

Criminal #1: Alvin seems to think otherwise. Fellas, you know what to do.

(The other criminals immediately grab Petunia and tie her up.)

Petunia: Hey! Let me go!

(The criminals carry Petunia out of the hospital as she struggles.)

LarryBoy: Not so fast, evildoers!

(Petunia and the criminals turn and see LarryBoy perched on top of the hospital.)

Criminal #1: What is that?

Criminal #2: It’s a bird!

Criminal #3: It’s a plane!

Criminal #4: I think it’s a pickle.

LarryBoy: I'm a cucumber.

Criminal #4: Whatever. Who are you anyway?

LarryBoy: I’m LarryBoy!

(LarryBoy jumps off the roof of the hospital and lands in front of the criminals.)

LarryBoy: Now let the rhubarb go.

Criminal #1: You want her? You’ll have to go through us!

(LarryBoy is surrounded by the crooks. His mind quickly flashes back to a moment during his training sessions. LarryBoy chuckles in response.)

LarryBoy: With pleasure.

(LarryBoy uses some of his weapons against the crooks and manages to defeat them all. He then unties a speechless Petunia.)

LarryBoy: Hey there, citizen.

Petunia: Hey.

(Suddenly, the two hear police sirens in the distance. LarryBoy grabs a smoke bomb and uses it to disappear before the cops show up. They take the crooks away as Scooter confronts Petunia.)

Scooter: Are you alright, Petunia?

Petunia: Yeah, thanks. I’m fine.

Scooter: What happened here anyway?

Petunia: A miracle.

Part 6: LarryBoy Meets Awful Alvin
(We cut to black and see newspaper after newspaper spinning towards the screen, each headlining LarryBoy’s return. We then cut to Petunia Rhubarb on a television screen holding a microphone.)

Petunia: This is Petunia Rhubarb with breaking news! After being gone for months, LarryBoy has officially returned to Bumblyburg! And I was there to see it happen!

(As Petunia’s voice is heard, we cut to people in the city reading newspapers or watching the news on other televisions. We also cut to Larry and Alfred watching the news together and smiling at each other.)

Petunia (voiceover): A few of Awful Alvin’s cronies attacked me near the hospital only for LarryBoy to swoop in and save my life! The crooks are currently locked up as we speak.

(We cut back to Petunia on a television screen.)

Petunia: Did he get hurt? Was he taking care of another city? We don’t know for sure where he’s been, but what matters now is that he’s back and maybe, just maybe, Awful Alvin’s reign can be stopped. This is Petunia Rhubarb saying, “Welcome back, LarryBoy.”

(We cut to Motato watching the news inside city hall while the radishes play cards. Motato groans in anger.)

Motato: Him. I’ll be right back.

(Motato leaves.)

Chad: Got any twos?

Marty: Go Fish.

Chad: Are you cheating?

Marty: No.

(There is a mirror behind Chad.)

Marty: Got any threes?

Chad: Rats.

(Marty chuckles. Motato goes to the main office to meet with Awful Alvin, who’s dramatically staring out the window.)

Motato: Sir, what are you doing?

Awful Alvin: I’m staring out the window with my arms behind my back. I hear it’s what villains do to look evil.

Motato: ...Okay.

(Awful Alvin sits at the mayor’s desk with Lampy beside him.)

Awful Alvin: Now, what can I do for my assistant?

Motato: We have a situation. It’s that stupid pickle hero I told you about! He came back to Bumblyburg, defeated some of your henchmen and rescued the news reporter you wanted.

Awful Alvin: What?! Let me see.

(Awful Alvin watches the news and sees footage of LarryBoy defeating some criminals. He then turns to Motato.)

Awful Alvin: He doesn’t look like much to me.

Motato: Well, no, but the last time he was here, the radishes and I didn’t stand a chance.

Awful Alvin: Yeah, but no one took you seriously anyway.

(Motato frowns as Awful Alvin thinks to himself.)

Awful Alvin: Still, I can’t let anyone get in the way. Plus, this weirdo could start a movement. What should I do? Lampy, what do you think I should do?

Motato: Are you sure about that?

(Awful Alvin shoots a glare at Motato.)

Motato: Right! Don’t doubt the lamp! Sorry!

(Alvin leans closer to Lampy for a few seconds trying to listen carefully.)

Awful Alvin: That’s it! Lampy, you’re a genius!

Motato: What did “Lampy” say?

Awful Alvin: Relax, Motato. You’ll find out soon enough. We’ve got it under control. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to do the Villainous Dance of Villainy to signify the eminent performance of our villainous duties.

(Awful Alvin starts dancing in front of a confused Motato. He finishes and turns to Motato.)

Awful Alvin: You’re welcome to join me.

Motato: I’ll pass.

(Motato leaves. Alvin shrugs and turns to Lampy.)

Awful Alvin: Dance with me, Lampy!

(Alvin dances with Lampy. We fade to later in the day. Alfred is watching as Larry jumps on a trampoline in the Larry-Cave.)

Alfred: Keep jumping! I’ll tell you when to stop.

Larry: Why do I... have to keep... training?

Alfred: Because as a superhero, you must be on high alert. Keep jumping.

Larry: No... problem.

(Alfred grabs a newspaper and reads it.)

Alfred: It’s amazing how much you’ve accomplished. Why, I’m sure that about ten years ago, no one would’ve believed that you were capable of being a superhero.

Larry: Gee... thanks.

Alfred: Let’s see. “Our prayers have been answered.” “Couldn’t have returned at a better time.” Oh.

Larry: What? What is it?

Alfred: Well, not everyone has a positive response. Some people think you’re trying to embarrass yourself. Others are complaining about where you’ve been. Chief Croswell even says, “We shouldn’t rely on clowns dressed in pyjamas.”

Larry: Alright, I get it!

(Larry slips and ends up on his back while bouncing on the trampoline.)

Larry: Ow! Alfred!

(Alfred grabs a pillow and throws it on top of the trampoline. Larry lands on the pillow and the bouncing slows down.)

Larry: Thanks.

Alfred: You really have to focus when you’re using that thing.

Larry: Pyjamas?! These aren’t pyjamas! I worked really hard on that suit. Can I see that?

Alfred: Here you are.

Larry: First the mayor and now the chief? You know, I heard a lot of people don’t seem to think I can help them. I‘m just doing the city a favor! But no one bats an eye when the police are involved!

Alfred: That reminds me. I was thinking you should work with the police.

Larry: What? Why?

Alfred: Well, we all have the same goal in mind, don’t we? We all want Awful Alvin behind bars. If you work with the police, the town could be saved in less time than you realize.

(Larry imagines himself as LarryBoy working with the police. LarryBoy and some police officers then proceed to kick Awful Alvin out of his thought bubble. It then disappears.)

Larry: Forget it, Alfred. I’m not working with anyone who thinks I’m just a clown in pajamas. If I can save Bumblyburg alone, everyone will appreciate me more!

Alfred: I would not advise that, Master Larry. That seems rather risky.

Larry: Even superheroes take risks.

Alfred: Yes, I know that, Master Larry. But the Bible says that we should not do the right thing just to seek attention from others. Nothing good can come from looking out for yourself all the time. Would you at least consider working with the police for a change?

Larry: Fine. I’ll think about it.

Alfred: Good. Now do your sit-ups.

(Larry groans and gets on the floor.)

Larry: One, two, three...

(We cut to a montage of Larry constantly neglecting his training to find news about LarryBoy. He makes it his mission to find more positive remarks than negative remarks. In the end, he is unsuccessful. We eventually cut to city hall in the evening as Awful Alvin stands in front of his army.)

Awful Alvin: Attention, evil posse! I took a peek at this list of criminals who haven’t been arrested yet, and Lampy came up with a brilliant idea to teach LarryBoy a lesson.

(Some of the crooks look at each other in confusion as Motato rolls his eyes.)

Awful Alvin: But I’ll need help from all of you. I promised freedom for you guys and now it’s about to get taken from you thanks to this super freak! And my empire could fall apart! We can’t let that happen! We have to show everyone what happens when you mess with Awful Alvin! Any questions?

Chad: Do we buy lunch afterwards?

Awful Alvin: No.

(The others sigh in disappointment.)

Awful Alvin: We steal it!

(Everyone cheers as Awful Alvin does his evil laugh. We fade to Bumblyburg at night and see LarryBoy driving the LarryMobile.)

Alfred: Well?

LarryBoy: Well, what?

Alfred: Have you considered helping the police?

LarryBoy: Yeah.

Alfred: And?

LarryBoy: It’s not happening.

Alfred: Master Larry, I think you’re losing sight of reason you signed up for this. And besides, doubters will always be out there.

LarryBoy: Then I’ll prove them wrong any way I can.

(The LarryMobile continues racing down the road. Suddenly, LarryBoy hears crazy laughter.)

LarryBoy: Huh?

(LarryBoy looks up and sees Awful Alvin riding on a glider.)

LarryBoy: Alfred, I think I see someone in the air.

Alfred: That must be Awful Alvin. He owns a glider. Follow him and I’ll keep track from here.

LarryBoy: I’m on it.

(The LarryMobile follows Awful Alvin as Alfred gives directions from the Larry-Cave. LarryBoy ends up near an abandoned warehouse and leaves his car to pursue the onion.)

LarryBoy: Hello?

(Awful Alvin chuckles while hovering a few feet above LarryBoy.)

Awful Alvin: Is this really what it’s come to? A pickle with toilet plungers on his head as the city’s last line of defence?

LarryBoy: I’m a cucumber.

Awful Alvin: Whatever. Let’s talk, shall we?

(Awful Alvin lands gently on the ground. He gets off his glider and walks towards LarryBoy.)

LarryBoy: What’s there to talk about? You took over Bumblyburg and I’m here to do something about it.

(LarryBoy aims a plunger at Awful Alvin.)

Awful Alvin: Whoa, hold on there, Billy the Kid. Before you get all plunger-happy, you might want to take a look around.

(LarryBoy looks up and sees Alvin’s friends holding slingshots and balloons.)

LarryBoy: Are you having a water balloon fight?

Awful Alvin: Oh, no. Those aren’t water balloons. Those are paint balloons.

LarryBoy: Paint? Those could stain the suit.

Awful Alvin: A messy super suit will be the least of your problems. You’re embarrassing yourself by parading around in spandex and bathroom-based weaponry. Unless you stop right now, we’ll embarrass you more. Now, don’t worry. They won’t shoot at you unless I say so. So let’s try this again. I’m gonna speak and you’re gonna listen, alright.

(LarryBoy looks around once more.)

LarryBoy: Make it quick.

Awful Alvin: Great. Now you said you wanted to save Bumblyburg. Be a hero. Spread some hope. But we’re barely scratching the surface here. Why do you want to save Bumblyburg? Hmm? What’ve they ever done for you?

LarryBoy: What do you mean?

Awful Alvin: I mean, have they shown you any gratitude lately for trying to help them? I read the papers. They don’t like you, do they?

(Alvin takes a newspaper and tosses at LarryBoy, who reads it.)

Awful Alvin: They don’t know you. They don’t understand you. They think that doing what you do makes you crazy. I’ve been there, you know. No one understands me either. It’s been that way for me ever since I was a kid. Lampy was the only one to have my back. Since then, I vowed to get revenge on all the haters. And now you’re going through the same thing. But you know something? That can all change right now. I think if we work together, we can have our revenge and make everyone fear us! We can be stronger together!

LarryBoy: So, you did all this just to get back at the haters?

Awful Alvin: Sure did. What do you say, kid? Wanna join the winning team?

(LarryBoy imagines working with Awful Alvin and becoming just as crazy as he is. He tosses the newspaper aside in shock.)

LarryBoy: No. No! I can’t do it!

Awful Alvin: Come on! It’s what you want, right?

LarryBoy: No! This isn’t what I want! I took this job to help the innocent! I don’t want to hurt anyone just to get my way! Sorry, Alvin, no deal!

(Alvin turns away and lets out a dark chuckle.)

Awful Alvin: Oh, that’s too bad. I was really hoping you’d make the right choice.

(Alvin turns to his crew.)

Awful Alvin: Ready...

(The villains place their balloons in their slingshots.)

Awful Alvin: Aim...

(The villains aim their slingshots.)

Awful Alvin: Last chance, goody two-shoes.

(With a determined look on his face, LarryBoy shoots a plunger at the ceiling and uses it to swing towards and attack one of the goons.)

Awful Alvin: Fire! Fire!

(The villains immediately fire their paint balloons. LarryBoy manages to take out a few of the goons and almost attacks Awful Alvin before they gain the upper hand. Back at the Larry-Cave, Alfred is hearing the commotion thanks to LarryBoy’s belt radio.)

Alfred: LarryBoy! What’s going on?

LarryBoy: Ow! Paint balloons! They’ve got paint balloons, Alfred! Ow! My eye!

(Alfred’s pupils shrink in fear as the noise continues. Elsewhere in Bumblyburg, a police car is moving down the street. Scooter sits in the driver’s seat with the gourd officer in the passenger’s seat eating a donut. They hear destruction.)

Scooter: Olaf, did you hear that?

Olaf: Hear what?

Scooter: Sounds like trouble!

(Scooter turns on the police sirens and they race to wherever the sound of paint balls is coming from. Back at the warehouse, a paint-covered LarryBoy has just been attacked by the criminals and is laying on the floor.)

Awful Alvin: Alright, he’s had enough.

(Alvin walks up to a sore LarryBoy and uses spray paint to draw Lampy’s face on his super suit.)

Awful Alvin: Let that be a lesson to you.

(Alvin turns to the others and signals for them to leave via aircraft. Soon, LarryBoy is all alone and coughs a little bit.)

Alfred: LarryBoy, can you hear me?

LarryBoy: Yeah... I can hear you. Ow.

Alfred: Can you get to the LarryMobile?

LarryBoy: I think so. Ow. Does it... have an... autopilot setting?

Alfred: I can control it from here.

(LarryBoy tries to crawl to the LarryMobile, but is in a lot of pain and can’t aim his plungers correctly. Scooter and Olaf arrive and see him crawling. They look at each other before Scooter rushes to help, with Olaf close behind. They pick LarryBoy up.)

Scooter: Sir, let us help you. We can take you to the hospital.

LarryBoy: No. Just... take me... to the... the LarryMobile.

(The officers see the LarryMobile.)

Olaf: Are you sure?

LarryBoy: Yes, please.

(The officers drag LarryBoy to the LarryMobile.)

Scooter: Are you sure you can drive in this condition?

LarryBoy: Don’t... have to.

(The officers help LarryBoy into the LarryMobile. The engine starts.)

LarryBoy: Thanks.

(Scooter and Olaf nod. The LarryMobile speeds off into the night. Later at the Larry-Cave, Alfred nurses LarryBoy’s injuries.)

Alfred: Are you feeling better?

LarryBoy: A little.

Alfred: You know, I should’ve been there. I should’ve prepared for this. I should’ve—

LarryBoy: Hey. It’s not your fault. Besides, if you were there, you would’ve gotten hurt. Better me than you.

Alfred: You always did try to look on the bright side. I like that.

LarryBoy: I know. Hey, Alfred?

Alfred: Yes?

LarryBoy: I have a confession to make.

(LarryBoy clears his throat.)

LarryBoy: You know, I was supposed to keep Bumblyburg safe after I've returned from training, but then I ended up focusing on the wrong things and making the citizens think I'm a bad superhero.

Alfred: Yes? And?

LarryBoy: Well, it turns out... they're right about me. I really am a bad superhero. You tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen. If I keep thinking about what everyone has to say about me, I could end up just like Awful Alvin... or worse. I'm so sorry for focusing on the wrong things. I promise I will try to become a good superhero from now on. Will you please forgive me?

Alfred: Apology accepted.

LarryBoy: Thanks, Alfred.

Alfred: You're welcome. We’ve been through quite a lot within these past few days. I think tomorrow’s a good day to take a quick breather and just walk around the city. Maybe visit some friends.

LarryBoy: Sounds good. I think I know where to go.

Part 7: Visiting the Mayor/An Unlikely Partnership
(We cut to Petunia Rhubarb driving her car down the street. She reaches the hospital and steps out. Then she hears a horn and turns around to see Larry’s limousine enter the parking lot. Larry and Alfred step out.)

Larry: Hey, Petunia.

Petunia: Hey. You guys came to see the mayor too?

Larry: Yep. She could probably use some company.

Alfred: Just show us where to go, please.

(Petunia smiles and guides Larry and Alfred into the right room. They open the door and find Mayor Blueberry eating while watching television.)

Petunia: Excuse me, Mayor Blueberry?

Mayor Blueberry: Petunia, you’re back. And you brought company.

Larry: Hey, mayor. How are you doing?

Mayor Blueberry: I’m getting better.

Larry: How long have you been in here?

Mayor Blueberry: I've stayed here in this room for several months now. The doctor said I should be out of here in a few more days. And as soon as I get out of here, I’m going right back to my desk. I hope that madman is behind bars very soon.

(Petunia turns to Larry and Alfred.)

Petunia: It’s all she’s been thinking about.

Larry and Alfred: Oh.

Mayor Blueberry: What else can I think about? As the mayor, it’s my responsibility to keep the city safe from trouble like this.

(Larry, Alfred, Petunia, and Mayor Blueberry look at the city of Bumblyburg through the window. It was slightly damaged thanks to some criminals. Mayor Blueberry then looks at Larry, Alfred, and Petunia.)

Mayor Blueberry: It was very hard for me to get this job, and even when I became the mayor, some people weren’t sure if I could handle the job at first. But since Awful Alvin took over, I‘m worried that Bumblyburg won’t trust me as much.

Larry: Aw, come on, mayor. Sure it’s bad now, but things will get better. I think I know how you feel, though.

(We fade to a flashback of Larry’s childhood as he saves his pet wind-up lobster from a toilet with a plunger.)

Larry: At some point in your life, you decided that you wanted to help people.

(We see an older Larry failing to copy a ninja on TV.)

Larry: You struggled along the way...

(We see Larry lifting weights at the gym.)

Larry: ...but you didn’t stop trying.

(We see Larry and Alfred drawing sketches of superhero suits.)

Larry: Whether you were alone, or whether you had help...

(Alfred shows Larry the finished suit.)

Larry: ...you finally got to live your dream.

(LarryBoy patrols Bumblyburg as certain citizens take notice. The flashback ends.)

Larry: And sure, you still get criticized, but you keep doing your job because you want to.

(Petunia and Mayor Blueberry look at each other, then back at Larry.)

Larry: What? Is there something on my tooth?

Petunia: No, there isn't. It's just that what you said is... well, worth learning, and it's also worth teaching. I mean... that's deep.

Larry: What can I say? I’m full of surprises.

Alfred: It’s good to know you’ll be out soon, mayor. May we pray for you?

Mayor Blueberry: I’d like that. Thank you.

(Larry, Alfred, Petunia and Mayor Blueberry stand in a circle.)

Petunia: God, thank you for healing Mayor Blueberry. Thank you for comforting her during her time of need. We know that things look bad right now, but we also know that they will get better. No matter how long it takes, we will come out of this predicament in one piece. Be with us now and forevermore. Amen.

(Larry, Alfred, Petunia and Mayor Blueberry smile and share a hug together.)

Larry: Don’t worry, mayor. I have a good feeling that things are about to change.

(We cut to evening time inside the Larry-Cave as Larry puts on his superhero costume in dramatic fashion. He enters the LarryMobile as the exit door opens.)

Alfred: Be careful out there.

LarryBoy: No problem.

(The LarryMobile drives out of the LarryCave and heads toward the police station, where some of the cops were listening to a lemon with a green suit, a pair of shades, and a military-style haircut. The lemon is using a stick to point to a map.)

Lemon: So remember, group #1 is here, group #2 is here and group #3 is here.

(Olaf yawns. The lemon smacks the table with the stick, surprising the gourd.)

Lemon: Wake up, soldier! People’s lives are at stake! They’re all counting on us!

Scooter: Are they, sir? With all due respect, more people are losing hope every day thanks to that... that maniac! And most of the police officers and firefighters are still recovering at home. We’re outnumbered by all those reckless monsters out there.

Lemon: I appreciate the input, Scooter, but I don’t see any extra help coming anytime soon!

(Just then, one of the officers—a lettuce with a small mustache—runs into the room.)

Lettuce: Chief Croswell, we have a visitor.

Chief Croswell: Must be another criminal sighting.

Lettuce: Trust me, it’s not.

(LarryBoy enters the room, much to the surprise of the cops.)

Scooter: LarryBoy? What are you doing here?

LarryBoy: Well, you guys helped me last night, so I’m here to return the favor.

Chief Croswell: No, forget it. We don’t have time for this. I’m not about to work with—

LarryBoy: A clown in pyjamas? I read the papers too, you know. Look, we all know Awful Alvin is dangerous. He’s got a gang that could take on a dinosaur if they wanted to. Meanwhile, a few police officers and firefighters are working together, but it’s still not enough. What you need is a well-trained hero with an unlimited supply of gadgets. I know you don’t all like me, but you don’t have to do this for me. Do it for the good of the city.

(The police officers look at each other.)

Scooter: Chief, we could use the help.

(Chief Croswell grunts and sighs.)

Chief Croswell: Fine. For the sake of Bumblyburg, we’ll work together.

(Chief Croswell walks up to LarryBoy and looks him in the eye.)

Chief Croswell: But don’t make me regret it. Everyone, suit up.

(LarryBoy smiles. We fade to later in the evening with a few criminals running in the streets before getting surrounded by cops. They try to fight back before LarryBoy arrives and gets the better of them. Together, they inevitably arrest the villains. Scooter confronts LarryBoy.)

Scooter: Not bad.

LarryBoy: Thanks.

Chief: Listen up, soldiers! We’ve still got a long night ahead of us, so no wasting time.

(Chief Croswell walks past LarryBoy without even looking at him.)

Scooter: He’ll warm up to you.

LarryBoy: He can take as long as he wants.

(LarryBoy gets into his LarryMobile and starts driving, with the police cars following him down the road. We then cut to a furious Awful Alvin in the city hall, sitting at the mayor’s desk with Lampy beside him. Motato and the radishes stare at him.)

Chad: He’s been like that for a while now.

Marty: What’s wrong with him?

Motato: More criminals got captured last night, thanks to you-know-who.

Marty (whispering): Who?

Chad (whispering): LarryBoy.

(Awful Alvin screams in anger and tries to flip the desk over. But because it’s too heavy, he just starts pounding it consistently.)

Motato: Nice.

Chad: Sorry.

Motato: Alvin, it’s fine. We’ll just get more paint balloons.

Awful Alvin: No!! Don’t you jokers get it?! It’s too late! That... that pest is already building his army! I should have seen it coming! First it’s the cops! Who knows where it goes from there?! They might as well storm in here and arrest me now! You know what? I’m not letting that happen! If anyone’s firing the first shot, it’s going to be me! Get the others in here! It’s time for payback! Now!

(Motato and the radishes hastily leave the room.)

Awful Alvin: No one messes with Awful Alvin!

(Awful Alvin turns to Lampy.)

Awful Alvin: Or Lampy.

(Awful Alvin stands up and stares out the window with his arms behind his back.)

Awful Alvin: Just you wait and see, LarryBoy. I will have my revenge on you soon... when the time comes!

Part 8: A Sour Welcoming/That Hero
(We fade to a playground in Bumblyburg a few hours later and see a group of veggie kids playing together. The asparagus in the yellow cap plays on the swings with a blonde carrot while a younger carrot in a beanie uses a slide. Two small peas, each wearing flat caps, lay on the ground and stare at the sky.)

Pea #1: That one looks like a penguin!

Pea #2: Well, that one looks like a cupcake!

Pea #1: Oh, yeah? Well, that one looks like—

Blonde Carrot: A spaceship?

Pea #2: No, an ogre. See?

(One of the two child peas shows the blonde carrot an ogre-shaped cloud in the blue sky.)

Pea #2: By the way, what do you mean by “spaceship”?

Blonde Carrot: Look!

(The kids see Awful Alvin’s aircraft in the distance.)

Asparagus: What is that thing?

(We cut to the middle of the city and see the aircraft hovering above various citizens. It releases a ramp from its doors and Awful Alvin walks out with a microphone.)

Awful Alvin: Attention, people of Alvinville! This is your ruler speaking!

Random voice: We can’t hear you!

Awful Alvin: Oh. Hold on.

(Alvin taps the microphone.)

Awful Alvin: Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3. Perfect! Attention, people of Alvinville! This is your ruler speaking! As you all know, LarryBoy is back!

(The citizens cheer.)

Awful Alvin: Quiet!!

(Everyone stops cheering.)

Awful Alvin: This is exactly my point! With a superhero in town, all of you are starting to feel inspired and have more hope! I’m sick of it! I’m warning you right now that I am still in charge around here and I will be respected!

(A random citizen hits him in the face with a pie. Others laugh.)

Awful Alvin: Alright, you wanna hardball?!? You asked for it!!!

(Awful Alvin whistles, causing all of his minions to appear behind him with slingshots and paint balloons. The citizens are shocked.)

Awful Alvin: Fellas, time to paint the town!

(The criminals rush out as the citizens run for their lives. Awful Alvin watches for a while and laughs maniacally. We cut to a news station where a potato with a big nose is helping Petunia set up a camera.)

Petunia: How is it, Henry?

Henry: Perfect. But do you mind telling me exactly why you’re doing this? I’m sure everyone in Bumblyburg knows about the damage by now. So it’s not really news.

Petunia: I’m not just reporting on the action. I’m sending a personal message.

Henry: To who?

(We cut to a determined Larry playing Candy Land with Alfred in the Larry Manor.)

More coming soon!