Once the veggies were inside the main Rec Center of the Reservation, they noticed much activity going on. A large banner in the back read "Welcome to the Katakarnaq Alaskan Native Reservation 45th annual Quviasukvik celebration!" At the bottom of the banner, it read the same thing, but in the native language.
"What is a...Queesvi—" Archibald read from the banner.
"It's like an Inuit Christmas celebration, dearest." Lovey replied.
"Oh." Arch cleared his throat. "Didn't know you were so knowledgeable about their culture.."
"I took a few classes in University." Lovey smiled and kissed Arch.
"Uh, that's nice and everything, but who's gonna preach?" Larry asked, noticing that the podium with the banner at the top was now empty.
"I'll handle this.." Bob said. He walked over to the assortment of Native Alaskan vegetables, and bowed, before standing back up, and exclaiming; "—HOW!"
Every indigenous vegetable—man, woman, and child—stared up at Bob.
"Uh..." Bob replied, beginning to sweat from either the heat or the fact that he was making a total fool of himself in front of everyone. "WE...uh, WE COME FROM AMERICA! FROM THE LAND OF TENNESSEE, TO...TO PREACH GOOD BOOK!"
Bob cleared his throat and held out a copy of the Bible before everyone.
"...GOOD! BOOK!" He repeated again, this time a little slower. "YOU-UM UNDERSTAND-UM?!"
Everyone was speechless at what Bob had said.
"Okay..." the carrot Iñupiat man cleared his throat. "Just what the heck was that all about?"
"Oh, y-you—" Bob stuttered awkwardly.
"Yes, we speak English. And, Alaska is a part of the United States." The carrot replied, then turned to his pea compatriot. "Why does everyone that comes here think we talk like in the movies??"
The pea shrugged.
"Okay then..." Bob cleared his throat and stood up at the podium. "I am Bob the Tomato, everyone—terribly sorry for any confusion or...culturally insensitive statements...Let's start off with the book of Genesis, shall we?"