[frogs croaking] [frogs croaking] There you go.
Now you're getting it. Anne, wanna chop us
some veggies for me? You got it, HP. [grunting] Wow, where'd you learn
to cut like that? You know, my parents actually
owned a Thai restaurant
back home. Ah, whoops. Hold on. I used to work there
all the time and help out. I hope they're doing okay
without me. Well, how about that.
A restaurant.
Pretty impressive, Anne. [explosion] Yep, I blew up the pizza.
Oh, dang it, Sprig. Well, looks like this meal's
a bust. Who wants to eat out? Oh, wow. This place is
not to code. Oh, man. The font
on these menus is
way too small. Rookie mistake. Here you are.
Four bowls of slop. Enjoy. Or don't.
Makes no difference to me. Thanks, Stumpy. Excuse me, hello.
Over here. Yoo hoo! There be a problem, sir? Um, yes, there's only
one fly in my soup.
There should be dozens. I mean, how hard is it to run
a restaurant, anyway? You just put food on tables.
A tadpole can do it. [groans] Who's that jerk?
And why won't he shut up? That is Albus Duckweed.
He writes reviews
for the paper. They have comic strips
sometimes.
[Polly ] Blah! He thinks he's better
than everyone else just 'cause he talk good.
It's true. [groans] A foodie. Say no more. We dealt with snobs like him
all the time back home. Just listening to him
is driving me crazy. [groans] I can't take this
anymore. Anne, just ignore it
and enjoy your slug gruel.
Anne? I mean, seriously,
look at this place.
Hey. Lay off, buddy. Running a restaurant
is hard.
Kid, what are you doing? Ha! Well, what does a creature
like you know about running
a restaurant? Well, what does
a little lizard like
you know about anything? Besides, my parents ran
a restaurant back home, so I know what
I'm talking about. Well, if your parents are
anything like you, I'm sure
their restaurant was terrible. Oh, yeah?
Well tell you what, then.
Why don't you come back in, I don't know, two days
or something? And we'll have completely turned
this place around. I, uh, I beg
your pardon. What? Oh, a wager is it?
Fine, I'll be back
in two days. Looking forward to writing
my review and shutting
this place down. Kid, what have you done?
That was the most popular critic
in town. One bad review from him
and we're finished. Stumpy, I know
I got carried away,
but we can do this. The Boonchuy family pride is
at stake. What do you say? I say... you just put me
out of business. Bound to happen eventually,
I suppose. Anne, did you just promise
to save this restaurant? In two days?
By yourself? Yep. That's, uh, that's
pretty much what just happened. Uh, me and my big mouth. [Stumpy humming] Dang mushroom needs replacing. Not that it matters anymore. [exclaims] Mother of pearl!
Hey, Stumpy! How long you been here? All night. Couldn't sleep,
too excited! -So, you ready to beat
that critic?
-[scoffs] Creepy kid. What do you wanna start with?
Change the menu, redecorate... Burn this place to the ground
and start over? Look, kid, you're on your own.
Do whatever you want. It's not gonna make a difference
in the end, anyway. [laughs] Oh. That is
where you're wrong. Pow! Ha-cha! Ha! Oh, what day is it? -[grunting]
-[Stumpy groans] [growling] -[screams]
-[growls] [laughs] I knew about
that garbage lizard. [sighs] [shouting] [Stumpy laughs] Nice shot. Direct hit! You got it.
Whoo! Thanks.
One at a time. I gotta hand it to you, Anne. This place looks great. We even scrubbed the Wally out. -That's what you think! [laughs]
-[crashing] The critic is gonna be
blown away. Blown away? Ha! No. All we've done
is mop the floors
and clean some dishes. This place is still
a house of broken dreams. Harsh, but on point. If we're gonna impress
that critic, we've got
a lot more work to do. We need a complete
and total transformation. What do you mean?
Like placemats? [Anne] Bigger. Oh. I'm gonna need
me hammer hand for this. [whirring, hammering] What are you all looking at? -[crowd chattering]
-Stumpy's changed overnight. -[man 1] Wow, look over there.
-[man 2] It's so exotic. -Oh, my goodness.
-[speaking Thai] And welcome to Stumpy's,
Wartwood's first
frog-Thai fusion restaurant, now with napkins. [crowd chattering]
Napkins? What are those? Need a refill of fly ice tea?
On the house, sweetie. Order up. Enjoy! Mmm.
That's good. I'll take the maggot larb.
Did I say that right? Larb? It's actually
pronounced "laap." Well, how about that?
One foot in the grave
and still learning new things. I've never seen this place
so packed. What-- What's this
weird feeling in me chest? That is called hope.
I think we might actually
pull this off, dude. Please. Please stop
ringing that bell. Anne, this place is amazing. You weren't kidding when you
said you were good at this. Oh, yeah! Score one for Anne. So, table for three. Ooh, sorry guys.
All the tables are full. [clears throat loudly] They can have my table.
I am done here. [gasps] It's...
Duckweed! He's here! -I have another question.
-Thanks for coming. Okay, great, see ya. Duckweed...
What's with the disguise? Oh, this? It's kind of
a critic thing. Uh-huh.
Really? It's to guarantee that
we get a genuine experience,
you know? Oh, interesting.
If you knew it was me, you'd
probably zhuzh it up a bit, make it a little bit better.
But in a disguise, you're just gonna serve me
like anyone else. Oh, that's actually
really clever.
Thank you! So, did you like the food? Oh, right... No! I found the experience had
no cohesion, like one thing was clumsily
grafted on top of another. And when I publish my review,
your restaurant will be ruined. [laughs] I love my job. Will you, uh... Will you give us
a moment? Stay right there! That's it. It's over.
We're finished! The second that review goes up,
this restaurant goes down. [grunts] Pull yourself
together, man. We can do this. It's time
to bring out the big guns. My parents' squid
and basil special. No critic in town
could resist. Okay. I already said okay!
Sorry, sorry. I am amped! Hey, we've got a special dinner
just for you. Be right back. Don't go anywhere. Amusing. All right,
I'll play your little game. So... this mean
we can't have your table? Man, squid are huge here. It's not a squid.
It's a kraken. [Anne] Eh, potato, tomato. [Anne grunts] Gangway, coming through. All right, dude.
Get ready to be blown away. Oh, my... What an exotic selection. -[squid growling]
-[Duckweed screams] [roaring] Assassinating your critics,
I love it. [roaring] Okay, this is a disaster.
I never should have made
this dumb wager. Anne, calm down. Maybe
we can't save the restaurant, but we sure can save those
people's lives. What do you say? I say... let's crush this calamari. [gasps] I've got an idea. [exclaims] -[squid roars]
-[all screaming] [yells] Mm... Oh, that's good. Stumpy! The lemon! Coming right up! Pad See Ew, you later. [squid screeches] I don't think this thing's
getting back up.
Phew. So, Duckweed. Guess you got
a bad review to write, huh? Bad... Bad? That was incredible!
A food that tries to eat you? The irony, the ecstasy!
I simply must tell everyone. To the message board! You go, girl!
Go, Anne! She lives in my basement. Wait, you guys have
a message board? Sure do. It's a literal board. Well, guess we better clean
this place up. Again. Stumpy, I'm sorry about
all this. I took things way too far. No way, Anne.
This whole thing was
a big success. You even convinced this old
grump to actually care. If your parents could see this,
I'm sure they'd be proud. Thanks, Stumpy. Put her there. Oh, this feels nice.
What is this? Oak? Mahogany? It's carved from the bones
of me missing hand. Oh, come on! [frogs croaking] [Sprig] Ah,
the Wartwood Farmer's Market, where salt of the earth frogs
come to sell stuff and fill up
on free samples. That wasn't a sample. Now it's like
nothing happened. I-- I can pay for that. [Mrs. Croaker humming] [both] Good morning,
Mrs. Croaker. Oh, I'll take this here
gangly gourd, Hopadiah. Oh, I sense a batch
of Croaker stew coming on. Hmm... Hang on there, Sadie.
You don't want that one. Mm-hmm... A-ha! It's a gourd maggot. These guys taste terrible. [screaming] It's in my hair!
It's in my hair! Here, take this one, instead.
It's maggot-free. Classic Plantar honesty. I've been buying from
this stand since your father
was running it. And y'all have never
steered me wrong. Very impressive, Hop Pop. That is the Plantar difference,
Anne. You can't taste honesty.
But if you could-- [both] ...it'd taste like
a Plantar stand vegetable. This stand is the heart
and soul of our family. I don't know what I'd do
if we ever lost it. Bad news, everyone! Bad news! Gonna run away
before you read it! That Toadie... [mumbles] Say what?
Mayor Toadstool is quadrupling
the rent! And he wants it in three days! Have you seen this?
This is outrageous! At this rate,
we'll lose the stand.
What are we gonna do? Hmm... Got it! Snugaroos, blankets
you wear over your clothes. What the--
Anne, we're a vegetable stand. No, I mean we need our own
Snugaroo, a flashy new product. Something like... like... A-ha! [grunts] A little bit of this,
shake it up and... Introducing Plantar's Potion. A hearty mix of vitamins
and minerals that'll extend
your life and keeps you regular. Wowza. All that in one jar? Heck if I know,
I just made all that up. But health drinks are
all the rage back home. The best part, we can charge
through the nose for them. Heh. I don't know
what a nose is,
but it's worth a shot. [clears throat] New product!
New product, everyone. This here is
a freshly made bottle of...
What was it again? Plantar's Potion! Yes, you in the front, Wally. Does it taste good? Wouldn't know.
Haven't tried it, yet. -Oh.
-[frog coughs] Hey, Hop Pop!
Can we chat for a second? Sprig, work the crowd.
Yes, ma'am. [clears throat] Spring Plantar,
ten years old. [plays "Fur Elise" with armpit] -[cheers, applause]
-Beautiful. Dude, if you wanna sell
this stuff, you gotta sell this stuff! Make promises
you can't keep and junk. Did you forget this stand
was built on honesty? Hop Pop, in three days,
there won't be a stand. [sighs] I'll give it a try. Take five, boy.
I'll take it from here. You got it, Hop Pop!
Hop, hop! Folks, I'd really appreciate it
if you bought this drink. Uh... Because it'll make you,
I don't know... stronger? [crowd murmuring] And uh... smarter, too! [all] Smarter?
Smarter, too? Hmm... Folks, one sip
of Plantar's Potion... and you may very well
live forever! -I'll take ten!
-I'll take 100! [laughs] Ow, ow. Wee! [laughs]
[giggles] Suffering swamp gas! We gotta step up production
on this stuff. Fast! [crowd cheering] Incoming! [groans] Fresh feet juice,
coming up! All right, who's next? [all] Me, me! There he is!
Look, Daddy,
the potion man. Folks! Say, any of you been losing
the stick on your tongue? One sip of Plantar's Potion... and my tongue has never felt
stickier. [cheers, applause] Feeling dry? Plantar's Potion will have you
moist and smooth. Just look at the sheen on me! [all] Ooh! It'll make your warts bigger. It'll make your kids
talk back less. It'll erase all the regrets
that keep you up at night. [cheering, applause] [laughs]
I know I doubted you, Anne,
but this is really working. I gotta say, Hop Pop,
you've gotten really good
at this. Why thank you, young lady. -[Sprig] Guys, guys!
-Big problem! [both gasp] We used up all our produce.
There's nothing left. No! We're so close.
We can't fall short now. Let's see... A-ha! Jackpot! Uh... Yeah, uh... Yeah,
that's literally garbage. Garbage? Or Plantar Potion's
new secret ingredient? Ew.
Still need a bit more,
though. [Hop Pop laughs] Maybe some of these. [laughs] That'll work. Yeah. You sure about this, Hop Pop? Oh, I'm sure.
Everyone's hooked. They'll buy anything
I sell them. Now get in there, stompers. Aye, aye!
Right. Go on. Get, get. [laughing] Yes! Yes! Let it flow! Come to Hop Poppa! Oh, boy. [groans, belches] Friends and frog folk,
step right up. New limited edition
Plantar's Potion. Only 20 coppers a bottle! -Twenty coppers? No one's gonna
buy that--
-[crowd] Gangway! Thank you for your patronage. I'm gonna feed this
to my baby. [groans] Well, did we make it?
Did we save the stand? Just about. We gotta sell
to one more sucker
and we'll be home free. I'll take a bottle, Hopadiah. [gasps] Sadie Croaker, the stand's oldest
and most loyal customer. Usually, I find potions
and the like to be
a bunch of malarkey, but if Hopadiah Plantar says
it works, then it must.
Mm-hmm. Been saving this gold farthing
for a while now. Waiting for something special
to spend it on.
One bottle, please. Uh... we're all sold out. -No, we're not!
-Oh, thank you, deary. [stammers] To Hop Pop and the Plantars, the most honest folks
in the business. Oof, even I felt that one. [all] To the Plantars! [breathing heavily] [Hop Pop] No! What has gotten into you,
Hopadiah? That was no health potion! It's garbage! Folks, I'm so sorry. I never meant any harm. All I was trying to was
save my stand. -Huh?
-[both screaming] Hop Pop!
They want
the garbage potion! [crowd screaming] Eaten by flies? Oh, the irony! Hey, let go of my bumpkin
frog family! [screams] [Hop Pop] Hey! Ain't this what you want? [all scream] You really want this so bad? Then drop the kids
and go get it! [screaming] Oh! [sighs] Everyone okay? Not really. Kids, I messed up big. I was so desperate to save
the stand, I forgot what
the stand was even about. So, what now? We go make things right. That's the Plantar way. -Apologies.
-[scoffs] Here you go, sir.
I hope you'll give Plantar's
another chance, someday. I know things are bad, Hop Pop,
but if it makes you feel
any better, you were a crazy good salesman. [laughs] I was good, wasn't I? Well, Hopadiah,
looks like you're going to
have to earn our trust back. That being said, I think
your father would be proud that
you did the right thing today. Thanks, Sadie. I'll work hard
to earn your trust back. Not at this stand,
you won't! No coin, no stand. Time to clear out! Don't worry, Hop Pop.
We'll help you get
the stand back. You want me to...
[clicks tongue] off Toadie?
I'll do it. You know I will. Thanks, kids. Let's just
get home and relax a little. You know, maybe the end
of one tradition means
the start of another. Maybe I ought to start over
the Hop Pop way, experiment with
those new seed varieties
I always wanted to try. That's the spirit, Hop Pop. Yeah, we're gonna make it
after all. [all laugh]
The future is ours. Oh, frog! I'm unemployed!
