Larryboy stands atop a darkened city building in the dead of night. He gazed around, no crime is prevalent. Well, not yet anyway.
"Wherever there is injustice, I'll be there." He speaks in a somewhat gravelly voice. "Wherever an innocent...an innocent..."
Larry pauses for a moment.
"—LINE?!!" Larry hollers off-screen.
The lights flicker back on.
"CUT!" A radish director hollers, whipping out a megaphone. "CUT CUT CUUUT! OKAY—THE LINE IS, "WHENEVER A HELPLESS VEGETABLE NEEDS SAVING, I'LL BE THERE!" Simple enough for someone like you to remember?!"
"Y-yeah.." Larry replies, feeling somewhat downtrodden.
"Hey what's wrong?" Bob asked, walking onto the set and approaching Larry, who removed his superhero helmet and sat down.
"I'm just not feelin' it, Bob." Larry sighed. "Honestly I don't feel like I'm cut out for the big time."
"Are you serious?" Bob asked. "We've done movies like "Jonah" or the "Pirates who don't do anything", what's so bad about this?"
"I feel like Hollywood's not ready for me anymore." Larry replied.
"Listen to me.." Bob said. "It's not you that's not ready for Hollywood, it's HOLLYWOOD that's not ready for YOU!"
"What?" Larry asked.
"Y'know what?" Bob replied. "It's getting late. How about we take a break and continue filming tomorrow? Besides, Archibald heard of this great place we could eat at for dinner.."
"Okay." Larry smiled, feeling a little better.
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Ivan burst into Merlyn's mansion nearest the site of Varner Brothers Studios. He ran down the massive, ivory-colored halls until he reached Merlyn.
The asparagus was bathing in a very large, marble bathtub the size of a swimming pool, with candles and rose petals surrounding its expanse. He calmly floated, until Ivan burst in, still running, and slipped, trying to avoid all the candles. Ivan leapt into the air and splashed into the water, making Merlyn open his eyes and stand up.
"Uh—Meester M.J.?" Ivan asked, averting his eyes from Merlyn's naked (albeit bubble-covered) body.
"YES?!" Merlyn exclaimed, removing the cucumbers from his eyelids. "WHAT IS IT, IVAN?! Can't you see that I am busy REVELING in my sheer WEALTH?!"
"Ah, jes, but—" Ivan started to speak, then gulped. "Ju know the keeds from earlier vat found out your secret? They are not be eck-zactly dead as ju zink they are..."
Merlyn did not look amused in the slightest.
"B-b-but Ivan VILL KEEL ZEM!" Ivan exclaimed, awkwardly trying to make things seem like they weren't screwed for him and Merlyn. "DA! Ivan VILL!"
"You'd better kill them." Merlyn reclined in the enormous bath tub. "Find out where they're having dinner at. And if you don't kill them I'll have cucumber BORSCHT for dinner..."
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Later that evening, Junior and the others managed to regroup with the VeggieTales cast. Larry was busy in the room of the hotel they were staying at, getting his finest suit on, as the cast was about to go eat at the Brown Derby cafe—not just a great restaurant, but one with historical significance.
"MISTER LARRY!!" Junior exclaimed, as he and his pals opened the door, shivering and clutching the cucumber.
"Ah there you guys are!" Larry smiled. "Did'ja have a good time checkin' out the lot?"
"Uh...yeah, but..." Annie spoke, gulping.
"Did'ja get an AUTOGRAPH from MJ?!" Larry asked, bounding around.
"Yeah, but.." Annie handed Larry the autograph.
"—THERE'S A BIG, SCARY RUSSIAN DUDE WHAT WANTS TO KILL US!!" Libby blurted out after a little while. "AND MJ'S A TOTAL NUTSO!"
It took a few seconds for Larry to process this, but he laughed.
"Oh, Libby, you're just too funny hopped up on caffeine and all that." Larry replied, petting her on the head. "Now c'mon you guys, we're goin' out someplace nice to eat!"
"BUT—" Libby started, before Junior covered her mouth.