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The complete transcript for Big Guy Little Guy


{A title appears reading, "The New Red Green Show is duct taped in front of a live studio audience". Duct tape sounds are heard in the background.}

HAROLD GREEN: It's The New Red Green Show! {laughs} And now, here's the man who is a legume in his own time, your host, your hero, but my uncle, Red Green!

{Red walks into the lodge and waves as the audience cheers.}

RED GREEN: {waving the cheering down} All right. All right. Yeah, thank you very much. Appreciate it. {rubs hands together} I was almost late for the show there today. {points thumb behind him} A bunch of kids are blocking the way up at Cardiac Hill.

HAROLD GREEN: Well, they– they were on the sidewalk, weren't they?

RED GREEN: {to Harold} Yeah, but I was taking my shortcut, you know? {laughs; back to camera} Yeah, I figure, when I'm driving, everything between the fire hydrants is my territory, you know? {back to Harold} What the heck were those kids doing up there, Harold?

HAROLD GREEN: Well, th– those are the little guys! You know, from the "big guy little guy" club?


HAROLD GREEN: It's like where a man volunteers his time to be with a little boy who doesn't have a father available.

RED GREEN: Oh, yeah, right.

HAROLD GREEN: And I'm their secretary! {smiles} I've asked you to join a million times!

RED GREEN: Oh, yeah, no. I don't– I can't relate, Harold. I find– I find the young people want to do things fast and often. That's not really my style.

HAROLD GREEN: Oh, really? When you think of it, you know, that's part of the challenge, actually, you know? To find common interests and activities to share with a young boy? Yeah! {Red waves dismissively} Well, that's why we're having the soapbox derby.

RED GREEN: {suddenly brightening up} Soapbox derby? Oh, I love that. I love the soapbox derby.

HAROLD GREEN: Oh, well, if you were to become a big guy and we found you a little guy, you can be in the derby!

RED GREEN: Well, I don't want to make a big commitment. Maybe I can be a 24-hour big guy.

HAROLD GREEN: {nods} Okay, but I'd have to run your name through a computer.

RED GREEN: How come?

HAROLD GREEN: To find if you've ever been in trouble with the police.

RED GREEN: {suddenly angry} Well, if you're gonna nitpick...! {turns and storms out the lodge door}

Title sequence[]

{"The New Red Green Show" intro plays. Cut to a scene in the lodge: Red is holding up a trophy while Harold stumbles around, covered bike pieces. Red waves dismissively.}

RED GREEN: {voiceover} Here's a few scenes from this week's show.

{Cut to Red at Sparky Hoover's radio tower.}

RED GREEN: {voiceover} We got the usual stuff. Got a new guy there! New guy for you to meet. And of course, you got the...

{Cut to a butterfly perched on the ball hitch of the Possum Van. Bill brings a butterfly net down on it. He gives a thumbs-up to the camera, but the van then pulls away, with the net still on the hitch and dragging Bill along with it.}

RED GREEN: {voiceover} ...Adventure film. That's usual, and, uh... Oh, don't worry. We're still spinning our wheels here.

{Cut to a car slightly tipped up and its back wheels spinning futilely as Red tries to drive it away.}

Plot Segment 2[]

{Harold is looking at a very long strip of paper. Red enters the lodge.}

RED GREEN: Well, they're getting Cardiac Hill all set for the soapbox derby and everything. They got the bales of straw running down the sides, they got the skin graft unit down at the finish line. {chuckles; looks toward Harold} Well, I see you got the results of your urine test.

HAROLD GREEN: No. {tries to fold up paper} No. This is– This is a list of your, uh, your community infractions. Haw! Very impressive! Oh, yes, indeedy-doody! {folds paper up somewhat and shows it to Red} Look at that, look at that! We got, uh, air pollution, noise pollution, {folds paper over} littering, {folds paper over again} property damage!

RED GREEN: That's not too bad, Harold, there's no fatalities there.

HAROLD GREEN: Oh, just one, Mother Nature.

RED GREEN: Why would you care? She's no friend of yours.

HAROLD GREEN: {laughs sarcastically} You better be start being nice to me, you know, 'cause I was considering bending the rules to let you in the big guy little guy club. {folds paper in half}

RED GREEN: Yeah, but Harold, I only wanna join if I can get into the soapbox derby, you know.

HAROLD GREEN: Yeah, I know, I know, I know!

RED GREEN: Yeah. All right.

HAROLD GREEN: Okay, but we gotta do the pledge.



RED GREEN: Yeah, all right.

HAROLD GREEN: {tucks paper behind one suspender} So, okay, put one hand over your heart... {puts his right over his heart; Red does the same with his left} ...and the other one on your wallet... {both place their free hands to their sides} Yeah. And then repeat after me, okay? "I promise to be a big guy to a little guy until the little guy becomes a big guy."

RED GREEN: Alright, I– I promise to be a big guy to a little guy until the end of the race.

HAROLD GREEN: Okay, yeah, okay, close enough. Okay. Oh, also– also– also– also– also, there's the club song. You have to do the club song.


HAROLD GREEN: Yeah, it goes– it's like this, you just gotta do this, you gotta go, 'kay... {dancing wildly and rapping} B-B-B-Big guy! B-B-B-Big guy! Look it, don't cry, little guy! I'll be your big, big, big, big, big guy! {crosses his arms in front of him} Okay. Yeah. So, now you go. {pointing to Red} Say it, go! {raps} B-B-B-Big guy!

RED GREEN: Buh-buh-buh-buh?

HAROLD GREEN: {raps and dances} B-B-B-Big guy!

RED GREEN: {trying to rap and dance} B-B-B-Big guy!

HAROLD GREEN: Don't cry, little guy!

RED GREEN: Don't cry...

HAROLD GREEN: I'll be your– I'll be...

RED GREEN: I'll be your– I'll be...

HAROLD GREEN: I'll be your– Not you, me. I'll be–

RED GREEN: I'll be your big guy...

HAROLD GREEN: {raises his arms in the air} Big guy... Big guy...

RED GREEN: Big guy... until–

HAROLD GREEN: {lowers his arms} Little guy...

RED GREEN: {lowers his arms} Little guy...

HAROLD GREEN: {raising his arms up and down} I'll be a big guy, little guy...

RED GREEN: {trying to follow Harold's lead} I'll be a big guy–

HAROLD GREEN: {points to himself} My guy...

RED GREEN: {points to himself} My guy...

HAROLD GREEN: {crosses his arms in front of him} Yo.

RED GREEN: {crosses his arms in front of him} Yo.

{They both cross their arms in front of them again. The audience applauds.}

RED GREEN: Was that good enough?

HAROLD GREEN: I don't know, I just made the song up. {laughs}

Red's Campfire Song[]

{Harold accompanies Red by clicking two spoons together.}


Oh, my Uncle Joe was a handsome man,
With his icy cold blue eyes.
But the thing that made him different,
My Uncle Joe was covered with flies.
Oh, Uncle Joe had lots of flies,
Zooming 'round his head.
I've seen other things with more flies on 'em,
But most of them were dead.
Oh, Uncle Joe was a wild, wild man.
He'd drink homemade beer by the dozen.
Does he act that way because of the flies,
Or is it Uncle Joe the one with the buzz on?

The Possum Lodge Word Game[]

HAROLD GREEN: Okie-dokie-doo! {pull back to reveal Red and Mike sitting at the card table} Welcome back to the Possum Lodge Word Game, and this week, Mr. Mike Hamar is playing for a fabulous prize: an entire car alarm system brought to you by the people of Car-Safe!

MIKE HAMAR: Oh, I know those! Those are good ones!

HAROLD GREEN: Remember, Car-Safe stops thieves cold!

MIKE HAMAR: Unless you got a hairpin and a bent knife.

HAROLD GREEN: Okay, fine. Uncle Red, you got thirty seconds to get Mike Hamar to say this word...

{Mike covers his eyes as well as his ears while Harold holds up the word sign to show the audience.}

HAROLD GREEN: {saying word on sign} Purchase. Purchase.

RED GREEN: {waving impatiently} All right, all right.

{Harold sets the sign down on the table and moves a bell in front of Red. Mike removes his hands from his head.}

HAROLD GREEN: Thirty seconds, and go!

RED GREEN: Alright, Mike, you go into a store, you see something you want and you need, so you...













MIKE HAMAR: Uh, holster?

RED GREEN: Mike! Mike, Mike! Okay, for starters, you have money to pay for this thing.

MIKE HAMAR: Ohhh, oh! {laughs} Ohhh!



RED GREEN: Different story, right? So you go into a store and you...



MIKE HAMAR: Uh, pilfer?



RED GREEN: Mike! Are you not getting this? All right, think of it this way: you have a wallet in your pocket, okay? That wallet is full of money. That wallet is full of credit cards. So you go right up to the counter, and you... {Mike hangs his head with guilt} Mike, you go right up there. {Mike digs into his pants pocket and pulls out a wallet} What you do is you take it and you...

MIKE HAMAR: {holds out wallet to Red} Return it?

{Red takes the wallet. He suddenly looks into his own pants pocket and sees nothing. He then opens up the wallet and looks into it. The audience cheers.}

RED GREEN: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute, wait a minute! This is fifty bucks short!

MIKE HAMAR: Yeah, I had to make a few purchases.

{Harold suddenly rings the bell on the bell, ending the game, while Red still looks into his wallet.}

HAROLD GREEN: The winner! {reaches hand out to Mike} Congratulations! Marvelous! {Mike shakes his hand} Way to go!

Handyman Corner[]

{Red has lifted the hood of the Possum Van and looks at the engine inside. White smoke is spewing out.}

RED GREEN: All right, so your van has blown a gasket and you're about to do the same. {closes hood} You're looking at a tow truck charge that's gonna be more than the darn vehicle is worth.

{Red taps the van with his hand and walks around to the other side of the van, up to the Handyman Corner sign.}

RED GREEN: So I thought this week on Handyman Corner, I'd show you a way to avoid those endless tow truck charges. Basically now, you got two choices: one, well, you can build your own tow truck. Otherwise, you can take better care of your vehicle; get that maintenance done on a regular basis. {walks behind van} All right, here's how to build your own tow truck. {behind the van is a boat trailer} First thing you need is a boat trailer. {walks up to boat trailer} If you don't have a boat trailer, just go down to your local marina. You can pick one up cheap. {lifts up one end of boat trailer} Or if you're really on a budget, go down to your local boat ramp and just pick one up. {pushes boat trailer} All right, next thing you need is a truck. Unfortunately, my truck is the van. {pushes trailer up to another car} So I bought this car here off Buster Hadfield; give him a hundred bucks for it, and I know that's a lot to pay for a car, but I wanted something that would last. So now, I'm gonna make a tow truck. Well, I should say a tow car. {hefts tug of trailer up higher} All right, what you wanna do is, lift the tug of the trailer up, high enough to get the back end under there. {pushes end of trailer under car} And you wanna get it a long way in. Otherwise, it could be dangerous.

{Red lets go of the boat trailer, the back end of which is now pinned under the car and the tug end up in the air. Red wipes his hands together.}

RED GREEN: Okay, now you want to attach that to the back of the car as firmly as possible. {takes the tug end of trailer again; picks up a roll of duct tape} And those of you who've seen the show before know what I'm gonna say next. {holds up duct tape} It's almost like we're married.

{Red walks off. Wipe to a later scene. Red is covering the back of the car, and the trailer under it, in duct tape.}

RED GREEN: All right, that's got her. {walks over to trailer's tug} Now what you do is you take your cable off the winch there. {unwinds winch cable on trailer} And you take that down... {hooks cable on Possum Van's hitch} Hook her right onto your vehicle that needs to be towed, and then you just winch the trailer down so the hitch sits right onto the ball. {looks up at trailer in midair} All right...

{Red climbs onto the trailer. He crawls up to the winch on the trailer and turns the crank. The trailer lowers to the ground as he cranks. Wipe to a later scene. Red keeps turning the winch crank. By now, the trailer has almost completely lowered onto the Possum Van's hitch ball, with the winch cord tied to it. The hitch finally lowers completely onto the ball, nice and tight. Red climbs off the trailer.}

RED GREEN: And that's got her.

{Red squats down beside the van's hitch ball with the trailer attach to it. He taps the trailer to get it into place.}

RED GREEN: And guys, if you have a two-inch hitch, use a two-inch ball, not a one-and-seven-eighths, okay? You got a ton of metal up in the air, held together to your car with duct tape. Let's not be stupid. {picks up a safety chain on the trailer} Same thing with the safety chains; it's not something you use a whole lot, y'know, but if you're ever gonna use 'em, this might just be the time.

{Red ties the chains to the van's hitch. Wipe to a later scene. Red walks around beside the car.}

RED GREEN: Now I just gotta add some weight to my tow truck, and we're done.

{Red bends down and picks up a tire lying by a shed. He tosses it onto the trunk lid of the car. He then adds a second tire. Wipe to a later scene. The entire back end of the trunk is now piled high with various articles of junk from all over the area, all tied together by strings. Red looks puzzled.}

RED GREEN: Oy! {brightens up} Oh! {chuckles; holds up a nail} This should do it.

{Red places the nail on the edge of the trunk. Suddenly, the back end of the car suddenly falls down on the ground with a thud, pinning down the car and the hitch and lifting up the back end of the Possum Van in mid-air, in a towing position. Red wipes his hands together.}

RED GREEN: And that's got her! So remember, if the women don't find you handsome, they should at least find you handy. {walks over to car's driver's seat door; opens door} And now if you'll excuse me, I really must be towing.

{Red gets into the car and closes the door. Suddenly, as he starts up the car, the nail rolls off the edge of the car trunk and falls on the ground. The Possum Van falls back down on the ground and the back end of the car tips up slightly. The car's back wheels spin wildly, but to no avail. Red tries to rev up the engine, but the car isn't moving.}


RED GREEN: Want to talk to you older guys about something that women do better than us, other than shave their legs, and that is talk. You know, when a guy gets mad, his vocabulary will shift down to the four-letter words: dang, shucks, gosh. You know, and it's even worse when kids aren't around. But when a woman gets ticked off, man, she comes up with expressions and phrases that would put Shakespeare to shame. Now, scientists tell us that women actually have more space in their brain for verbal skills. But guys, I got the great equalizer; two words that will stop any argument cold in its tracks: "Yes, dear". Oh, yeah, she says a sentence that kinda goes up at the end, two out of three times, "Yes, dear" is the perfect answer. Or you get a long pause... {pauses} in a conversation, you just drop "Yes, dear" right in there. But listen, never use "Yes, dear" if her sentence starts, "You know what your problem is?". {points at camera deliberately} Now, I know some guys prefer total silence as a response, but I don't recommend it, because to have total silence, you have to be all alone, and that's exactly what happens. So "Yes, dear" is bad enough in person. It's much worse over the phone and a lot more expensive through your lawyer. Remember, I'm pulling for you. We're all in this together.

Plot Segment 3[]

{Harold tunes his switcher while Red enters the lodge holding two bicycle wheels.}

RED GREEN: Here's a tip for you racing guys out there: when you go into a soapbox derby, get the biggest wheels you can get. I'll tell ya, Moose Thompson, he used grocery cart wheels, y'know? {shakes his head} They got so hot, they burned all the hair off his legs. Luckily, his natural bodily functions put out the fire before it spread to his back. {nods; holds up bike wheels} So I'm gonna use bicycle wheels on mine.

HAROLD GREEN: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Just because you're in, you know, the big guy little guy club doesn't mean you get to be in the derby right away. You have to have a little guy, you know, and so far, no kid in the Possum Lake area wants to be with ya.

RED GREEN: Well, how come, Harold?

HAROLD GREEN: Well, you know, they– they– someone said, y'know, that you're too bossy and you don't think and you don't listen and do dangerous stuff.

RED GREEN: Who told them that?

HAROLD GREEN: {hangs his head, then looks up} That's not the point, really.

RED GREEN: Well... C'mon, Harold, there's gotta be some kid that would do it here. You know what we'll do? We'll sweeten the pot a little bit. Let the guy join the lodge and he can fix the boats, wash the cars... Kids love doing that kinda thing. {smiles, nods}

HAROLD GREEN: Well, how about spending a little time with the little guy, huh? Maybe do things that he's interested in, like, y'know, like playing sports or going to rock concerts.

RED GREEN: {shakes his head in frustration} Now, Harold, you know, when I was a kid, I had to do whatever the adults wanted. Now that I'm an adult, you want me to do what the kids want? Forget about it! You're not changing the rules on me now, buddy!

HAROLD GREEN: {shrugs} I'm sorry, Uncle Red, but you have to have a little guy to be in the derby.

RED GREEN: All right, I'll tell you what, I'll pay him ten bucks.

HAROLD GREEN: I don't know, ten bucks might not do it.

RED GREEN: Well, I'll pay more if he'll take a check.

{Red turns and leaves, as Harold plays his switcher to trigger the next scene.}

Visit With Sparky Hoover[]

{Red walks past a school bus up to a tall broadcasting tower.}

RED GREEN: This is the only radio station in the whole Possum Lake area, owned, operated, hosted, built and partially paid for by Sparky Hoover. {walks up to Sparky Hoover operating some radio equipment} He lets the lodge advertise for free and that's why we're here. {to Sparky} So, how's it going, Spark– {Sparky shushes Red} Sorry, sorry.

{Sparky removes a phonograph needle from a record on the table. He then leans over a microphone.}

SPARKY HOOVER: {low voice} And that was Smoochy and the Wet Ones singing, "I've Never Seen a Girl With One of Those". {types on a typewriter; different, more dramatic voice} And now for the Hoover Report, where your host Sparky Hoover tackles the top political and controversial issues of the day! Joining Sparky today is Red Green, local lodge leader and a bit of an oddball, but at least he's not "one of them"! Sparky? {different, more cheerful voice} Uh, yeah! Yeah, thanks a lot, Jason! And hello to Red Green! Uh, how are ya?

RED GREEN: {uncertain} Well, I'm... a little confused, I guess, Sparky. {looks at school bus off-screen} How's the– How's the school bus driving going anyway?

SPARKY HOOVER: {waving dismissively} Oh, yeah, that. It's, uh, it's fun. Yeah, mainly, uh, it keeps them from gettin' me! You know, they'd never blow up a busload of kids just to get to me. {turns to camera} Fight the power!

{Red points to the school bus again. Some of the windows are open. A young boy leans his head out one of the open bus windows.}

RED GREEN: Uh, how do you explain that there, uh, Sparky? {laughs} Maybe it's time to clean the rear-view mirror, what do you think, huh? {laughs again}

SPARKY HOOVER: Uh, yeah, well, uh... {sees boy in bus} Oh, yeah, yeah, that's Brian.

RED GREEN: Oh, yeah.

SPARKY HOOVER: Yeah, Brian. {Red waves to Brian} Uh, I didn't have time to take him home and... I'll do it later!

RED GREEN: All right...

SPARKY HOOVER: Right now, I've got the show to do. You know, Red, this isn't just radio, it's ham radio!

RED GREEN: That's a marriage made in heaven, I would think.

SPARKY HOOVER: Yeah. All right, all you ham operators out there! I want you to join us on the air, hit your top buttons, and let's rap about politics and whatnot! Uh, yeah, let's talk about the number-one issue that plagues us all: UFOs!


SPARKY HOOVER: Yeah, this is Sparky.

MAN ON RADIO SPEAKERS: Sparky, could you turn your signal down? I'm– I'm– I'm getting your show on my fillings! And your– your tower just microwaved my cow! Oh, and by the way, Sparky, um, could– could you bring Brian home? He's got father and son chess club tonight.

SPARKY HOOVER: {to Red, softly} Uh, it's the C.I.A. {loudly} A trick to get me off the air!

RED GREEN: Oh, yeah?

SPARKY HOOVER: Uh, just act normal.

RED GREEN: You can do that?

Adventures With Bill[]

Action on screen Red's voiceover
Bill is seen dancing around, swinging a butterfly net at a butterfly that flies around. He then accidentally swings the net into his groin. He keels over, clutching at his groin in pain. He waves to the camera, then points to the net and to the butterfly. He then continues to swing his net at the butterfly. Obviously, kind of a nature-oriented Adventure With Bill this week. Apparently trying to get himself a butterfly.
Red drives up in the Possum Van as Bill continues to swing his net at the butterfly, but accidentally gets it over his head for a second. He accidentally runs into the front bumper of the van and falls over. Bill then gets back up on his feet and shakes his head. And I just joined him. Here I am. I'm here. The van's right here. Kinda hard to believe he's gonna catch a butterfly if he can't even see a van.
Bill runs up to the Possum Van driver-side door, the window of which is rolled down, and Red looks out toward Bill. Bill points at Red and waves to the camera. He then points to the net and accidentally smacks it against Red's face as he runs off. Red clutches his face in pain. Red looks at the camera with an annoyed look on his face. Here he comes. You okay, Bill? Yeah, he's fine. Yeah, I know. Oh! Oh! Boy!
The butterfly is perched on the trunk of a tree. Bill and Red sneak up to the tree, Bill holding a bigger, longer net. Bill makes a shushing motion to the camera and to Red. I'm so glad I came. Well, there's a butterfly, sittin' right there. Bill, sneak up. Well, that's a big– kind of a bigger net, isn't it, Bill? All right, yeah, okay. I guess he knows what he's doing.
Bill swings the net at the butterfly on the tree, but the butterfly flies off. The net hits the tree. The net and Bill both shake from the impact, first his arms, then his body and finally his head. Bill stumbles around, holding the net and still shaking. Red steps back a few inches and stares the whole time, not doing anything. Oh, boy. Oh, look! I'm not touching him. Okay, away you go. Well, just kinda the best thing to do here, just... kinda wait this out, I think. Boy! Maybe I'll take him back to the lodge and mix some paint.
Later, the butterfly is seen perched on a tree stump. Bill brings his net down on the stump and traps the butterfly inside. Bill reaches his hand into the net and delicately pulls out the butterfly. Bill throws the net in Red's face. Red struggles to get the net off of himself. Bill makes a triumphant motion with his fist. Oh, there it is now! You just got to– Oh, you got it! Bill, you got it! You got her! You got her! You got her! All right, good, excel– Oh, oh!
Still holding the butterfly, Bill digs into his pants and pulls out a bottle with a label on it marked "Ether" in big letters. Red looks at it and then at the camera with a wry look. Bill puts the bottle under his armpit as he struggles to open it, but Red makes motions toward him. Bill pulls the bottle back out. Okay, you got the butterfly, and, uh, what're you gonna do now? Oh, that's ether. Well, he's... he's kind of the "Ether" Bunny. {chuckles} Put that on the butterfly and add it to his collec– Don't put it under there, Bill. No, no. You don't want your armpit going to sleep. No.
Bill pulls out the cork from the bottle with his teeth and spits it out in Red's face. Red recoils from being hit and rubs his cheek. Bill gently pours a little ether on the butterfly. But suddenly, the bottle of ether slips out of Bill's hand and falls on a rock on the ground, shattering and releasing all of the ether. Red and Bill fall asleep as they stand, their heads hanging and snoring. Bill drops his butterfly, his and Red's heads lean on each other, and they fall over on the ground. Oh! Thank you. All right, put a little bit of that on the butterfly and– Oh! Oh! All right, kids, don't try this at home. Later that day...
Later, Red is attaching the rearview mirror to the Possum Van with a socket wrench. A butterfly flutters past him. Bill runs up and, in trying to catch the butterfly, swats Red on his rear. Red clutches his rear in pain as he faces Bill. Bill makes some motions, while Red motions Bill behind the van. Bill leaves and Red waves dismissively as he climbs into the van. Got the mirror back on the van. And here comes the butterfly back again. Ooh, ooh! Oh! Fly's not even on that side of my pants. All right, I'm getting out of there.
Bill turns his head around, standing behind the van. He then sees and points to the butterfly resting on the van's trailer ball. Bill brings his net down on the butterfly on the hitch. Bill gives a thumbs-up to the camera while holding onto the net as the van pulls away. I've had enough. Thanks, Bill. Not realizing the butterfly was on my trailer hitch. And in one fell swoop, Bill grabs it!
As the Possum Van pulls, Bill, holding onto the net for dear life, is dragged along behind the van. He tries to run along with the van, but falls on the ground and, still holding onto the net, is dragged along the ground. He struggles as he is dragged, his legs wildly kicking in and out. Oh! I guess I didn't notice. Gee, I feel bad about this. Huh!
The van, dragging Bill along behind it, runs over a log in the middle of the road. Bill hits his head on the log and loses his grip on the net. Oh, by gosh, there's a log! Oh, look, Bill has a knot in his hair!
Red looks over his shoulder as he drives the Possum Van. He stops the van and gets out. Bill stumbles to his feet. His left arm is in his overalls like a medical sling. He waves with his right hand. Oh, I'd better go back and make sure he's alright. You know what– how he gets. You're fine. Oh, you're fine. You're fine. Might wanna get that shoe out.
Red takes Bill's arm and takes him over to the front of the van. Red points to the front of the van. The butterfly is seen wedged between the letters O and D in the word "Dodge" on the Possum Van. Red removes it and gives it to Bill. Red pats Bill on the back. Bill stares at the butterfly and then at the camera, then smiles. Look, Bill, I have some great news for you. You know, you thought you'd given up, you thought you weren't gonna catch it, eh? That says "Dodge", but the butterfly forgot to. {chuckles}

Plot Segment 4[]

{Harold stands inside the lodge, talking on a phone.}

HAROLD GREEN: Well, yeah! Yeah! Well, he– he needs a little guy right away 'cause he wants to be in the soapbox derby. {pause} Well, yeah, well– Haw! Of course he's in the Big Guy Little Guy club! Yeah, Red Green! That's right, Red Green of the Possum Lodge– {suddenly hears a dial tone as the one on the phone hangs up} Hello? Hello?

{Harold nervously hangs up the phone. Red enters the lodge, holding up his arms in ecstasy.}

RED GREEN: {laughs} I don't like to brag, but I think we may have built the ultimate soapbox little unit there. Unbelievable. She's aerodynamic, almost frictionless, she's light, she is quick. I'll tell ya, when they fire that starter pistol at the top of Cardiac Hill, that little cart's gonna go down faster than a large draft at closing time. {to Harold} So, Harold, who's the lucky little guy who's gonna join me in the winner's circle?

HAROLD GREEN: {walking up close to Red} Well, that's– that's the interesting thing...

RED GREEN: Yeah, alright...

HAROLD GREEN: ...'cause, y'know, so far, uh, well, nobody. {shakes his head}

RED GREEN: Did you tell them I paid ten bucks?

HAROLD GREEN: Yes, I did, but most of them put a much higher value on their life than that.

RED GREEN: {pointing at Harold} You know what, Harold? You got me into this. You're gonna have to be my little guy.

HAROLD GREEN: {shaking his head wildly} NO! No way! No! No, no! No, I don't think that's gonna work!

RED GREEN: Well, Harold, I don't pay you to think.

HAROLD GREEN: Well, you don't pay me!

RED GREEN: Then it'll save me ten bucks! {laughs; turns to leave}

Red's Teen Talk[]

{Red is outside the lodge, wearing a yellow slicker. He bends over a snowplow blade attached to a pickup truck in an open garage.}

RED GREEN: {standing upright} I want to talk to you teenagers who've played the video games and the computer games, because you may be ready for the ultimate 3D experience. {holds up his arms} It's called reality. Huh? Reality comes with its own hardware. {taps pickup truck hood} And software. {taps snowplow; starts walking} And it's fully compatible with you. {wipes hands together; walks into garage} Now, see, the idea of the game is, {shakes hands around} you work yourself around this place called Earth, hoping that you don't screw up so bad that you embarrass yourself or your friends. Take it from me, it's a lot harder than it sounds. {looks at a green riding mower in garage} Anyway, I thought I'd give you a few tips, maybe help you get to the advanced levels, all right? {walks on} You know all those video characters in the video games, when they get blown to bits, they just kinda bounce right back? {holds up index finger} You don't want to be trying that in reality. {nods} Makes for a short game. {walks up to another snowplow blade attached to another pickup truck} And you know on the video games there, it's easy to recognize the bad guys? {picks up a crowbar} Well, see, now, in reality, sometimes, the bad guys are good and the good guys are bad. So don't be shooting, stabbing or laser-blasting anybody, because you might need their help before the game's over. And of course, now, you can– you can save the video games, can't ya? Try again. Reality doesn't have a save button. Although it does have a little wrinkle called consequences. {walks back over to first snowplow} Reality's a good game. You might want to try it sometime, {bends down in front of snowplow blade} but let me warn ya: it's expensive. {places crowbar over blade}

Plot Segment 5[]

{Red enters the lodge, feeling depressed, with his hands behind his back.}

RED GREEN: Well, how do you suppose we did at the soapbox derby?

{Suddenly, Red brings his arms out from behind him and proudly holds up a huge trophy, laughing. The audience applauds.}

RED GREEN: By golly! {laughs} What a machine! Boy, that baby could... I gotta give Harold a lot of credit. He drove a heck of a race despite the fear. {chuckles} You know, I never realized the human eyeball could open that wide.

{The front door opens again. Harold enters, all tangled up in a variety of objects, as if the result of a crash. His mouth is closed tight as if trying to hold something in it. He stumbles around.}

RED GREEN: We got her. We won. {sees Harold} Oh. Oh, no. Now, Harold... {waves dismissively} Harold, you're fi– You know, Harold– Harold, that was really smart using Possum Lake to stop yourself like that, you know. {holds up trophy} Hey, look, we won! {Harold spits some water into the trophy} Aw! {looks into trophy with disappointment}

HAROLD GREEN: {waving his hands, shaking head} I don't wanna be your partner anymore.

RED GREEN: Oh, c'mon now, Harold, that was great. It took a lot of nerve to go that fast.

HAROLD GREEN: {sarcastically} Oh, well, thank you very much!


HAROLD GREEN: You know, actually, it was quite easy, considering the vehicle had no BRAKES! {scoffs}

RED GREEN: Well, right, but I had to keep the weight down.

HAROLD GREEN: {exasperatedly} Okay, fine, yeah okay, fine! But how heavy can steering be?!

RED GREEN: {shaking head} Well... No, no, now, that was– We had to– we had to fight a hard fight on that one, 'cause we had a lot of competition in that race. Buster Hadfield pretending he was a kid, and Junior Singleton was hidden down in his car, pumpin' on the pedals to make it go faster.

HAROLD GREEN: Were they the ones who hit the fence?

RED GREEN: Well, yeah! Yeah. Ripped all their clothes off. But you could sure tell the big guy from the little guy.

{The "Squeal of the Possum" sounds.}

HAROLD GREEN: {jerking thumb behind him} Meeting time, Uncle Red.

RED GREEN: You go ahead, Harold, I'll be down in a sec.

HAROLD GREEN: I think I already went. {turns to leave to go down into the basement}

RED GREEN: {watching Harold leave} No. {turns to camera} If my wife is watching, I'll be coming straight home after the meeting, and I'm coming home a winner, not so much on the fame and fortune, but if you're looking to go downhill in a hurry, I'm your man. {to audience} And to the rest of ya, thanks for watching, and on behalf of myself and Harold and the whole gang up here at the lodge, keep your stick on the ice.

{Red turns and heads for the basement, taking his trophy with him. Wipe to the Lodge Meeting, about to start. Red walks down the stairs. Harold is standing up at the front of the meeting.}

HAROLD GREEN: Everybody, take your seats! Everybody sit down! He's here now! Take your seats.

{The crowd sits down as Red joins Harold at the front of the meeting.}


{The crowd stands up and put their arms over their chests.}

EVERYONE: Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati.

RED GREEN: Sit down.

{Everyone, except Harold, sits back down.}

HAROLD GREEN: Okay, there's no announcements tonight, just a couple of lost-and-founds. Uh, lost: short-haired, mixed-breed dog; very affectionate with people; distinctive coloring; healthy appetite; see Junior Singleton. {holds up a photo} Little picture there... {Red takes it} And found: almost bald, a real mutt dog; constantly tries to rub against people; blotchy coloring; eats like a pig; call Buster Hadfield. {holds up another photo} Little picture there...

{Red holds up the other photo. He and Harold examine them both closely.}

HAROLD GREEN: {taking both photos} Well– Well, that– Oh, that's it. I thought it was a cat for a minute. Well, there's one case solved. So there are no announcements tonight.