(Arnold, Sid, and Harold are walking down the street.)
Arnold: ...Or maybe an archaeologist. What do want to be when you grow up, Harold?
Harold: Me? I don't wanna be nothin'. I just wanna... I just wanna...
(While Arnold and Sid continue walking, Harold stops in front of Mr. Green's butcher shop. He glances in the window, and sees Mr. Green placing a ham on a scale.)
Harold: I just wanna eat! I'm really hungry!
(Harold walks into the butcher shop as Arnold and Sid just walk on.)
Mr. Green: Hello, Harold. What can I get for you today?
Harold: Oh, nothin'. I was just, uh, browsin'.
Mr. Green: Well, in that case, I'll be in the back plucking a chicken. (muttering) Last thing I need is kids coming in here with nothing to do. Always touching everything. Never buying. Sheesh...kids.
(Harold glances around to see if anyone is watching. While Mr. Green plucks a chicken's feathers, Harold grabs the ham and then slinks out the door before anyone spots him. He then conceals the ham beneath his shirt as he catches up with Arnold and Sid.)
Arnold: Hey, Harold, what's with your shirt?
Harold: Uh... I didn't do nothin'!
Mr. Green: Harold? Strangest thing. You know that ham I was wrapping when you came in? I can't find it. You didn't see what I did with it, did you?
Harold: (nervously) Uh... uh... No, no. We didn't do nothin' about a lost ham. Right, fellas? We... we ain't seen nothin'...
(The ham suddenly falls out onto the sidewalk, right in front of everyone.)
Mr. Green: Hey! That looks like my ham!
Harold: Uh... Ham? What ham?
Mr. Green: Harold Berman, I can't believe my eyes! You stole my beautiful ham! (Arnold and Sid glance at each other.) And now it's ruined!
Harold: Aw, I was hungry! I was really, really hungry!
Mr. Green: That doesn't give you the right to steal from people! You understand that?
Harold: NOOOOO! MOMMY!
(Harold runs all the way home.)
Mr. Green: I'm going to have to call his mommy.
(The scene changes to the Bermans' household.)
Marilyn Berman: I just -- I don't -- I -- If you were hungry, come home. We have a full fridge. Instead, it's this -- this shanda! Why, Harold? Why?
Harold: I was hungry! I wasn't thinking!
Jerry Berman: Harold, we -- we -- we just can't let this pass, because who knows where it will lead? You could wind up in prison, in a chain gang, maybe on Death Row...
Marilyn: Jerry!
Jerry: Harold, I think you need to learn a lesson from this.
Harold: What kind of lesson?
(The scene changes to the Temple Beth O'r.)
Rabbi Goldberg: Harold, I'm disturbed about two things. First of all, you stole. Stealing is against the law. Thou shalt not steal.
Harold: But I was hungry, Rabbi Goldberg!
Rabbi Goldberg: And secondly, and most important, you stole a ham. Ham is not Kosher. Not Kosher at all. We don't eat ham. We haven't for 5,000 years, and we don't need to start now.
Harold: I know! And I'm sorry!
Rabbi Goldberg: Yes. I know you're sorry because you did something that got you into trouble. But I don't think you understand why. When I was a young man about your age, I had a friend who admired a vest hanging in a tailor shop. It was a beautiful vest: Red velvet with gold buttons. He coveted that vest, Harold, but didn't have the money to buy it. You know what happened? My friend stole the vest, and he was punished! He had to work at the tailor shop, learning how to cut and sew and stitch so he would see just how much work it takes to make a vest. He learned a good lesson. You can, too, Harold. I have an idea.
(The scene transitions to the outside of the butcher shop.)