Back at the village, the Indian fruits and vegetables had crafted an enormous throne for Bob to sit on, in the middle of a giant temple.

"(Day by day)

Day by day

Oh Dear Lord

Three things I pray

To see thee more clearly

Love thee more dearly

Follow thee more nearly

Day by day"

As they continued to dance around for Bob, they crushed statues of their Indian gods and goddesses, as if they were rejecting them.

"(Day by day)

Day by day

Oh Dear Lord

Three things I pray

To see thee more clearly

Love thee more dearly

Follow thee more nearly

Day by day"

"Well, this is incredibly weird." Bob said, atop the enormous seat.

"I know." Larry replied. "But ya gotta admit, though, it's catchy!"

The cucumber started to sing and groove along with the music.

"(Day by day)

Day by day

Oh Dear Lord

Three things I pray

To see thee more clearly

Love thee more dearly

Follow thee more nearly

Day by day"

"Prophets are God's messengers—that doesn't mean they need to be treated in the same way as God." Bob replied to Larry.

But Larry couldn't quite hear him—he was too busy noticing the large crowd of peacocks that was beginning to parade out in front of the vegetables.

"(Day by day)

Day by day

Oh Dear Lord

Three things I pray

To see thee more clearly

Love thee more dearly

Follow thee more nearly

Day by day"

Bob was still quite unamused by this, even as the huge musical number came to an end.

"Do you require anything else, o' Bhavy Paigambar?" Tandoori asked.

Suddenly, Bob got a great idea.

"Why certainly, Tandoori.." Bob smiled. "Tell everyone that there will be a meeting in ten minutes."

"Thank you so much, great one!" Tandoori replied. "I shall let everyone know!"

The mango hopped away, Larry noticing.

"Uh, Bob?" Larry asked. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna tell them the truth." Bob replied.