| 00:00 - 00:03 | I wonder which ones are the other clowns. |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | Well you'll know soon. They're all going to jump out of a little hearse. |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Alright. |
| 00:12 - 00:14 | Enough is enough. |
| 00:15 - 00:19 | This is a funeral. A man has died. This is a funeral. |
| 00:19 - 00:20 | We came here to show respect. Not to laugh. |
| 00:21 - 00:22 | I'm sorry Mare. No more jokes. |
| 00:27 - 00:31 | My friends. Any man's death diminishes me. |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Because I'm involved with mankind. |
| 00:34 - 00:40 | Therefore I ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee. |
| 00:41 - 00:44 | Hey Lou, he stole your poem. |
| 00:48 - 00:49 | Chuckles the Clown brought pleasure to millions. |
| 00:50 - 00:56 | The characters he created will be remembered by children and adults alike. |
| 00:57 - 00:59 | Peter Peanut |
| 01:00 - 01:04 | Mr. FEE-FI-FO. |
| 01:03 - 01:05 | Billy Banana. |
| 01:06 - 01:09 | And my particular favorite |
| 01:10 - 01:16 | Aunt Yoo-Hoo. |
| 01:17 - 01:19 | [Holding back giggles] And not just for the laughter that they provided. |
| 01:20 - 01:22 | There was always some deeper meaning to whatever Chuckles did. |
| 01:23 - 01:25 | [Snicker] |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | Do you remember Mr. FEE-FI-FO's little, little catchphrase? |
| 01:39 - 01:41 | Remember how when his archrival, Senor KaBoom, |
| 01:42 - 01:45 | hit him with a giant cucumber |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | and knocked him down? |
| 01:49 - 01:51 | Mr. FEE-FI-FO would always pick himself up |
| 01:56 - 02:00 | dust himself off |
| 02:02 - 02:05 | and say, "I hurt my foo-foo." |
| 02:06 - 02:12 | [Mary trying to hold in laughter] |
| 02:13 - 02:16 | Life's a lot like that. |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | From time to time we all fall down and hurt our foo-foos. |
| 02:24 - 02:29 | If only we could deal with it as simply, |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | and bravely, and honestly as Mr. FEE-FI-FO |
| 02:34 - 02:37 | And what did Mr. Chuckles ask in return? |
| 02:38 - 02:41 | Not much. |
| 02:42 - 02:44 | In his own words, |
| 02:44 - 02:48 | "A little song, a little dance, |
| 02:49 - 02:54 | a little seltzer down my pants." |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | Ah - Excuse me...young lady? |
| 03:05 - 03:06 | Yes, you. |
| 03:07 - 03:09 | Uh. would you stand up, please? |
| 03:09 - 03:11 | [Moans] |
| 03:12 - 03:13 | Please, please, won't you? |
| 03:17 - 03:20 | You feel like laughing, don't you? |
| 03:23 - 03:27 | Don't try to hold it back. |
| 03:28 - 03:30 | Go ahead, laugh out loud. |
| 03:30 - 03:33 | Don't you see? Nothing would have made Mr. Chuckles happier. |
| 03:34 - 03:36 | He lived to make people laugh. |
| 03:36 - 03:39 | Tears were offensive to him. Deeply offensive. |
| 03:39 - 03:42 | He hated to see people cry. |
| 03:42 - 03:45 | So go ahead, my dear. Laugh for Chuckles. |
| 03:47 - 04:01 | [SOBBING] |
