Possibly over-long and over-complicated but here's my attempt at a script version of the jelly babies speech thingy! Formatting's obviously not great so I uploaded a zip of the PDF too for anyone so inclined! (Not sure it worked tho)

FADE IN: 

INT. SITTING ROOM - DAY

An old-fashioned radio. From it BOOMS the crackly voice of the Secretary of Offense SIR MALCOLM MALBERRY.

MALCOLM (V.O.) For Preventing the Children of Jellyfolk in Jellyland from being a Burden to their Parents or Country, and for Making them Beneficial to the Public.

Zoom out to reveal a prim and proper room, all mahogany furniture and floral soft furnishings. And in it sit two prim and proper people.

MR. SIDEBOTTOM reads the newspaper and smokes a pipe while MRS. SIDEBOTTOM embroiders opposite. They are the essence of upper class refinement and stiff upper lippedness.

MALCOLM (V.O.) Twas four score years ago or more that we pioneering patriots first landed on the slippery shores of Jellyland.

EXT. MAP - DAY

A little paper tall ship sails across the Subservian Strait, a narrow strip of ocean between two island nations.

One is labelled 'Empiria' and is shaped like a fist, the other is labelled Jellyland, and wobbles even on the map. The flags of both countries flap in the breeze, implanted in their capitals.

The sound of trumpets and cheering as the ship lands on the shores of Jellyland.

MALCOLM (V.O.) Our colonization of these gelatinous peoples was not without its trials -

Screaming is heard from Jellyland. Fires spring up around its Eastern shores, moving inward, and gunshots are heard.

JELLY (O.S.) (chanting) Empirian never! Gelatinous forever!

The fires and cries die down, and a huge Empirian flag is PLONKED down on the map, where the Jellyland flag once flew.

MALCOLM (V.O.) - but, ultimately, our bold endeavour was considered a great success!

EXT. JELLYLAND CITY SQUARE. WOBBLERY - DAY

A large wobbly domed building with a sign above the door reading 'St. Wilhemina's Wobblery'.

Empirian soldiers in pompous military garb stand guard at the entrance, menacing. They are armed with sharp pronged weapons, like tridents.

MALCOLM (V.O.) The Jellyfolk were liberated from their archaic practices, freed from the tyranny of free will -

A queue of jellies and some of their jelly babies stand outside the wobblery grumbling and shouting.

Some hold banners that read 'Let us wobble in peace!' Or 'We have the right to wibble.'

They are prodded away by the guards' sharp pronged weapons. One of the jellies is skewered all the way through. The others gasp and run to his aid. Some disperse.

MAlCOLM -and assimilated into civilized society with only the merest mutterings of jellycide.

EXT. JELLYLAND CITY STREET - DAY

A bunch of jelly protestors face off with Empirian police (dressed like the guards). The jellies, wearing neckerchiefs over their faces, fire sugar sprinkles at the police.

A shadow appears over the protestors. They look up to see an enormous boot descend from the sky, about to stamp them out!!

They SCREAM as it lowers!

INT. SITTING ROOM - DAY

Mr. Sidebottom tut tuts at the headline in his newspaper.

INSERT: Newspaper headline: POLICE PUMMELED BY MALICIOUS MOB OF PRO-JELLYISTS

He looks to his wife with his sour lips pursed. She tut tuts back at him, shakes her head, a hand to her chest.

MALCOLM (V.O.) However, recent times have delivered great hardship to our near, dear neighbours.

Mr. Sidebottom raises an eyebrow.

MRS. SIDEBOTTOM Pfft!

She returns to her embroidery with renewed passion.

MR. SIDEBOTTOM Infernal Invertebrates!

MRS. SIDEBOTTOM Unfathomable ingrates!

EXT. JELLYLAND CITY SQUARE - DAY

SIR MALCOLM MALBERRY, a moustached gent in a top hat and tails strolls down the jelly street, treading carefully. He has an entourage of Empirian police in tow, eagle-eyed bodyguards.

Jellies and their babies beg at street corners, the poor downtrodden families desperate for aid.

MALCOLM (V.O.) Many a time have I slid along the slippery streets of Jellyland and seen female jellies, begging for alms, with a litter of little jelly babies huddled around them, near translucent with hunger.

One jelly baby LITTLE JIMMY plays an emotive tune on a jelly violin. Malcolm stops, listens, sheds a single tear. The jelly mother JEMIMA holds out her hand for some change.

Malcolm ignores her, lifts his head high, walks on.

MALCOLM (V.O.) This juvenile jelly generation faces a bleak future, while their mothers must demean themselves to the level of beggars just to feed the growing jelly tots. It is a travesty and one that must end!

Jimmy's sad jelly baby face looks imploringly up at the politician. We zoom in to see his little eyes, sparkling with tears. His mother pulls him close.

Sir Malcolm walks the jelly dome that was once 'St. Wilhemina's Wobblery' now renamed 'Empirian Embassy' with Empirian flags all round it.

LATER

Loudspeakers blare out Sir Malcolm's speech to the listening homeless jellies. The speakers wobble with each word.

MALCOLM (V.O.) Forthwith, I have a proposal. And luckily, with a little paternal pragmatism, these poor paupers can be lifted out of their impoverishment and into the thriving throngs of the working class!

Little Jimmy smiles, turns to his mother, eyes filled with hope. His mother frowns, skeptical.

MALCOLM (V.O.) I have been told that a young jelly baby is at its tenderest around the age of one, just before it matures into a jelly tot.

Jemima gasps. Jimmy gently bites into his own arm. Cocks his head 'not bad'.

Jemima gives him a very soft slap.

MALCOLM (V.O.) So, this is when I suggest we harvest the tasty treats!

Jemima quickly covers Little Jimmy's ears. (Or at least where his ears would be!)

MALCOLM (V.O.) The juicy morsels will provide much needed nourishment for their kin and no longer burden their beleaguered mothers - a most simple solution to a most dire problem.

Jemima is horrified! She shakes her head.

INT. SITTING ROOM - DAY

Mr and Mrs. Sidebottom nod along with the proposal. Impressed at its simple brilliance.

INT. BOARDROOM - DAY

Extreme close-up of Malcolm's moustached mouth. He licks his lips as he speaks, his appetite obviously whetted.

MALCOLM (V.O.) My calculations suggest -

INT. PRISTINE WHITE ROOM - DAY

A line up of smiling jelly mothers (and some fathers, one of whom is missing a leg) stand with their jolly jelly tots. Jimmy and Jemima stand at the end of the line.

MALCOLM (V.O.) - that if we were even to reassign half the jelly babies for nutritional purposes, then the problem of this fruity famine would be solved!

Half the jelly tots are suddenly yanked away by metal claws that appear from above - like the ones you get in machines at funfairs.

Their little faces drop and in slow motion they WAIL, as their mother's reach in vain to grab their young!

The jelly babies who have been spared are pulled even closer to their parents. Little Jimmy and Jemima are among those left. They embrace, tears running down their faces.

INT. ABSTRACT VISUALS

INSERT: Brash neon signs flash up on screen.

'Gelatinum X Available Here!' 'Gelatino Makes Your Little 'Uns Strong!' 'Gelatinum for Juveniles! Gelatinum for Geriatrics! Gelatinum for All!'

MALCOLM (V.O.) This new foodstuff will not only be freely available but profoundly flexible -

We see a variety of jelly treats. Jelly and ice-cream, trifle, blocks of plain jelly.

MALCOLM (V.O.) Put it in a trifle, have it with ice cream, or simply tuck straight in to a chewy head or limb.

The sound of CHOMPING.

INT. SITTING ROOM - DAY

Mr. and Mrs. Sidebottom sit half listening, still focussed on their newspaper and embroidery.

MALCOLM (V.O.) The poor, hopeless jelly tots will be released from the futility of their futures -

A thought bubble appears over Mr. Sidebottom's head. It shows a radiantly happy looking jelly baby squeal with delight and fist-punch the air as he leaps into a crushing machine.

A thought bubble above Mrs. Sidebottom's head shows a happy jelly mother in front of en empty plate, dabbing her mouth with the bib she wears, satiated. She even lets out a little belch, puts her hand to her mouth, embarrassed.

MALCOLM (V.O.) - their mothers fed, and the sweet teeth of the wobbly wealthy satiated affordably and efficiently!

Mr and Mrs. Sidebottom nod hearty agreement. Mr. Sidebottom licks his lips.

CUT TO:

INT. BOARDROOM - DAY

Extreme close up of Sir Malcolm licking his lips, practically drooling as he completes his speech.

MALCOLM I hope that you will take seriously my suggestion -

We pull back to see the room full of similarly dressed politicians.

MALCOLM - which, I pledge, is not made in the hope of any benefit to myself personally.

We pull out of the building onto -

EXT. JELLYLAND CITY SQUARE - DAY

Little Jimmy and Jemima huddle close, near starved as they listen to the final words of the speech come out of the wobbly speakers.

MALCOLM (V.O.) - but with the wellbeing of our wibbly-wobbly brothers and sisters at its heart.

Jimmy plays his poignant violin solo. Jemima watches as he transforms into a trifle before her eyes - a premonition perhaps. She weeps for her son.

From within the Embassy, rousing male cheers, claps and the stomping of feet is heard. It echoes around the square.

INT. SITTING ROOM - DAY

Mr. and Mrs. Sidebottom carry on with their separate tasks, now listening to a cheery song on the radio. They tap their feet in time.

CUT TO:

Little Jimmy's teary eyes.

FADE OUT