Ripped By mstoll
Ha ha! Ha ha!
Yeah! Whoo!
Ha ha! Ha ha!
Ahh. What a nice way to spend our last day...
going to Adelaide's house.
Our journey is finally over.
Pretty soon I'll be back home.
I won't have to worry about that woodsman or that beast
or whatever, and you won't have to put up with us anymore.
Bet you're pretty happy, huh, Beatrice?
Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sure.
You all right? You sound uncharacteristically wistful.
What? Sorry.
Just thinking.
Hmm.
Boy.
Finally going home.
Hey, what's with Beatrice?
I don't know.
What's with George Washington being naked?
What?
All the other frogs are dressed up nice.
He's an outcast, and he's cold.
Feel these cold feets.
No.
He's supposed to be cold, Greg.
He's a frog.
But he's our frog!
Well, he's not my frog... or she's not my frog.
We don't really know its gender.
Come on, George.
You're a manly frog, and you need some socks.
Huh?
Uh-oh. It looks like we're in trouble.
It's 'cause the President is nude!
It's probably 'cause you snuck on without paying.
Oh, yeah.
But that's because Greg threw all our money away.
- Take him, not me! - Aaaah!
Sorry!
Tadpoles!
Your babies!
Hmm.
Good day, gentle...
Good day, gentlemen.
We... I must be going now to join the band.
- Wirt, drum me! - Okay.
Ow! Ow, ow!
Are we good?
Whew! I think so.
Wirt, sometimes you got to face your problems.
Turn yourself in and get kicked off this boat.
I don't think today's a good day to get arrested by frogs.
Hmm. Well...
- Hey! What's going on? - Don't push me!
Oof! Oof! Oof!
Okay, everybody. Act natural.
Drum me! Drum me!
I said, "Act natural."
It is natural! I'm a drum!
Wirt, drum me!
Drum me in the face!
Okay! Okay! Shh!
Don't draw attention to us.
Whoa!
No bassoon player.
Uh-oh.
Oh, dog, those frogs really love the bassoon!
Huh?
Hmm.
Oh, no! Beatrice, I'm too young to go to frog jail.
Hey, why don't you play the bassoon?
That'll get us kicked off this boat for sure.
No, Greg's right.
You should play it.
Go ahead. You'll do fine.
You play instruments, right?
Yeah, but a bassoon and clarinet are way different!
I don't have the embouchure for bassoon.
I mean, the lower and middle ranges have some similarities in terms of...
Wirt, you can do it.
Seriously, nobody wants to hear me play.
- I do! - I do!
Uh...
- Wirt? - Yeah, yeah. Here we go.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
- Huh? - Whoa!
Hey, Beatrice, thanks for supporting my bassooning.
Yeah. You're actually good.
The best part is we're still on track to get to Adelaide's.
Yep. That's great.
You don't seem thrilled.
Well, I just... I don't want you to...
Never mind. Never mind.
Shh!
Uh...
Ohh!
Ahh. I knew you were special.
- What are they doing? - Looks like they're...
hibernating in the mud.
So, where's Adelaide's house? Is it close?
It's... hmm.
We should probably just go tomorrow, I think.
We don't want to bother her too late, you know?
What are we supposed to do?
Just sit around in the mud with these frogs?
I call that mud over there!
Ha ha ha! Yeah!
So, then what?
Well, then I went to go talk to Sara...
I mean, like, really talk to her, you know?
Put all my cards on the table, you know?
Yeah?
And then Jason Funderberker comes out of nowhere and whisks her away!
Ugh! Jason Funderberker... that guy.
Plus, Greg was around.
He would have embarrassed me even more.
Well, Wirt, sounds like you're a real loser back home.
Oh, thanks a lot.
I mean compared to how you are here.
Here you're like a hero and stuff, right?
Am I?
Well, I don't know if I'd say, "hero," but...
Do you think that I could be a hero, too?
Huh?
You done good, Mr. President. You done good.
If I was you, I wouldn't even want to go home.
Yeah, but I... I can't stay here forever.
- Why not? - Hmm? Why not?
Because... because I... I can't just...
maybe it is better to stay here.
Great. Then it's agreed. We're not going to Adelaide's.
Good night, Wirt.
Oh, what?
Oh. Good night, Beatrice.
Beatrice?
Greg, wake up!
- Huh? - Beatrice took off!
- What? - Come on!
Mmm.
Come on, Greg!
I'm coming.
Close the flue. That fresh air does simply gruesome things to my tender,
delicate skin.
Adelaide, we need to talk.
Did you bring me what I asked for?
I found two brothers lost in the woods,
but I can't give them to you, Adelaide.
They need to go home.
Nonsense! I'll give them a wonderful home here.
That's what you said, but...
Can't you see I'm sick and helpless?
Ah-choo!
I'm all alone in the world.
I want a child servant!
Servant? I thought you just wanted some yard work done.
Our arrangement was for you to bring me a child servant,
and then I give you the scissors...
to snip, snip, snip your family's wings away
to make them human again.
What if I became your servant?
Ha! I need a big, strong child!
You can turn me into a human, can't you?
Oh, yes! Scissors!
Yeah. Yeah. So, give me the scissors.
I'll... I'll go help my family.
Wirt!
Close the door, or I'll catch my death of cold!
What's going on?
You shouldn't be here.
Adelaide?
Welcome home, children.
- Huh? - Huh?
Aaah!
- Beatrice, wh-what... - I...
But I... I thought we were friends.
Now they're mine!
And once I fill their heads with wool, they'll become
just like little sheep and follow my every command.
All along, you've been leading us to this crazy lady?
I do as he commands, the voice of the night,
the beast of eternal darkness.
What are you doing?!
Ohh!
The night air is poisonous!
Breathe it in, lady.
Wirt, Greg, let's go!
The deadly air!
Whoa! Jeez! She wasn't kidding!
It's fresh! Ohhh!
Huh?
Wirt? Greg?
Greg! Wirt!
It wasn't what it looked like!
I was just... please come back!
Ohh.
Hmm.
Wirt, what about Beatrice?
Hmm. I shouldn't have trusted anyone.
Huh?
Benjamin Franklin!
Hurry it up, Greg.
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