A tale of veggies

 I took the kiddos to see The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything: A Veggie Tales Moviethis morning.  I am desperate to pass the time and entertain the offsprings without losing my mind. 

My first experience with the produce productions was a few years before our first child ever arrived.  It was the bunny tale.  And I laughed hysterically.  So did my husband.   A few more of those little 30 minute movies came out and I was fond of those as well, but never quite like the bunny one.  And you better believe my husband and I were goof balls walking around our apartment singing, “The bunny , the bunny, oh I love the bunny….”  And I have it on good authority that you are now singing along with me.  Go ahead.  Belt it out!  I won’t tell. 

Although I have acquired a fondness for those little veggies bouncing around teaching moral values, I have always wondered about the lack of arms. Not that the simple fact of not having appendages concerns me, but rather the idea of them holding objects.  Did I mention that they did not have arms?  If they do in fact have arms, they are very wee or just plain invisible.  And how do they walk?  Well, they don’t claim to walk, they hop.  Hopping vegetables.  Just seems rather unnatural.  Who would have ever thought?  All I know is that young man (I think it was actually a duo) who created the idea has quite an nest egg from movie royalties.  Surely those young men never imagined they would be the brains behind TWO motion pictures shown in theaters.  I am in awe.  Veggies without arms or legs acting out all sorts of stories. 

My little niece refused to eat tomatoes because surely a little three year old could never eat a relative of Bob.  I was dreading the day my own children would go on strike from vegetables.  They did go on strike but it was not due to Bob and Larry.   But I still have my doubts about those cute little veggies, with all sorts of hats on their heads and sweet little voices, being the source of many supper time battles.  Just makes you wonder.

My intention is not to criticize those boppy little veggies.  Not at all.  I was actually thinking about how grateful I am for some wholesome juvenile entertainment.  While my first choice would not have been characters plucked from the produce department, I am proud of the folks at Big Idea Productions for using their gift of creativity and silliness.

 I hope they enjoy their nest egg. 

And they better be eating their veggies! 

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2 Comments

  1. bloginmyeye
    Posted January 27, 2008 at 1:47 pm | Permalink

    Actually, there’s an interesting story there…which I only know various bits of…some of which can be seen here:
    http://www.philvischer.com/
    I hope to read Me, Myself, and Bob someday soon to learn more.
    That God, He’s never boring or cliche.

  2. Posted January 29, 2008 at 1:48 pm | Permalink

    “Oh, where, is my hairbrush? Oh, WHERE, is my hairbrush?!” Sing with me!

    Yeah, the arm thing is rather strange.


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