Huh?
Hop Pop, Hop Pop, great idea!
What if we trained the cowapillars to eat these weeds?
- Then we wouldn't have t… - Hup bup bup.
Suggestion barrel's over there.
Suggestion 89…
- Hey, think he actually reads these? - Doubt it.
I suggested a swimming pool months ago and that never happened.
Oh, come on, guys. Have a little more faith in Hop Pop.
Oop… Hand's stuck.
What the…
Huh? A fire pit? That's the opposite of a swimming pool.
Why, Hop Pop? Why?
Because your suggestions were ridiculous.
You can't just dig swimming pools anywhere. It attracts pests.
Running a farm ain't easy, kids.
Maybe. But if I were in charge,
I'd listen to other people's suggestions, not burn them.
You? Run the farm?
Run it into the ground maybe.
- Oh! - Whoa!
Is that an official challenge?
Sprig Plantar, you have rung the Plantar Family Challenge bell!
What is your challenge?
I want to replace Hop Pop and run the farm my way.
- Hop Pop? - I do formally accept this challenge.
I'm sure this will make sense in a moment.
- Nevermind. - What the heck's going on?
The Plantar Family Challenge.
An artful test of skill where the winner takes all!
They push each other until someone falls off a lily pad.
It's dumb, but fun to watch.
Has Sprig ever won?
I've won in spirit.
- So, no. - Enough chit chat.
Let the challenge begin!
Give it up, boy!
I've got the experience and the upper body strength.
Oh, yeah? Well, I've got the moral high ground!
What?
- Sprig won? - Sprig won?
I won?
Nice work, dude.
I don't believe it. I'm head of the farm!
Huh?
Sprig's head of the farm! Sprig's head of the farm!
Looks like my time is over.
Sprig! Sprig! Sprig!
All right, all right, that's enough.
OK, maybe a few more.
Sprig! Sprig! Sprig!
Love it! First order of business.
As long as I'm in charge, no suggestions are bad.
Swimming pools?
- You betcha. - Dance parties?
Let's have one right now, baby.
Hmm-eeh.
Back it up, girl. There you go.
Hey! Hey, clown!
- Whoa! Whoa, whoa! Polly! - Whoa! We paid him for this.
Soak it in, gang. This is what good leadership looks like.
Uh, anybody worried about Hop Pop?
I haven't seen him since we got back.
He's probably off licking his wounds.
Might as well get comfortable here
with all the other frogs nobody needs anymore.
Need some help, little feller?
There you go.
Where was I? Oh, right. Crippling sadness.
Hey, you're more loyal than my own family.
I'm gonna call you… Jeremy!
Incoming!
Whoa!
Is anyone else, like, starving?
Dinner. Great suggestion.
Huh. No food in here either.
Guess today's the day Hop Pop goes to the grocery store.
What are we gonna do? I am getting hangry!
Fresh from mother nature's garden of delights. Dig in, everyone.
Whoops, didn't check for pests.
I'm beginning to think there's a few things we don't know about running a farm.
We've got some kinks to work out, sure.
But isn't it better to live in a place where you're listened to?
- I guess so. - Yeah, it is.
Don't let it touch me! Don't let it touch me!
Sprig, we have a situation!
Situation?
I've called this meeting today for obvious reasons.
- The farm is ruined. - We have no food and we'll die!
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Luckily for us, we have the power of great suggestions
and management that listens.
So have at it, guys. What should we do?
Remember, there are no bad suggestions.
Let's find Hop Pop and put him back in charge.
Hopadiah Plantar was a tyrant!
A tyrant who knew how to run a farm.
And more importantly, cook.
I will not go back to that life.
Don't you like being listened to?
I don't exactly feel listened to right now.
Ditto. You're kinda freakin' me out, bro.
Let's take 15 minutes and start this meeting over.
And next time, bring a good suggestion.
- You thinking what I'm thinking? - Oh, yeah.
Jeremy, I can't thank you enough for letting me into your community.
I feel like I'm really part of something now.
There he is! Hop Pop!
Dude, we've been looking all over for you.
Hello, girls. You here to help us scavenge?
It's gonna be a long, cold winter.
More bodies means more warmth for everyone.
Uh, no. Sprig is ruining the farm. You've gotta come back.
We've been eating nothing but raw potatoes.
I'm having digestive strife, Hop Pop. Digestive strife!
Give me a minute, boys.
I've grown since the last time you saw me.
How long's it been now?
A day and a half.
I've got me a new life among the beetles.
They've taught me about community, equality, listening.
- Sprig sleeps in your bed now. - He what?
Now where did those ungrateful kids get off to?
Huh?
I have returned.
I don't believe it. Backstabbers! Conspirators!
Sorry, dude. We had a good run, big ambitions…
But we didn't know what we were doing.
We had a beautiful dream,
but I guess I'm the only one willing to fight for it.
Sprig Planter, I challenge you to a rematch.
Winner gets control of the farm, forever!
- Sprig, do you accept this challenge. - Please say yes.
I accept.
I beat you once, I can do it again. I'll prove my way is right.
We'll see.
Let the final challenge begin!
The girls told me everything, Sprig.
What?
You're destroying the farm.
Don't you see? Even if you win, you lose.
Ow.
So I'm just supposed to go back to the way things were?
- You never listened to us. - And I was wrong.
I know now that you can't work together unless everyone has a say.
Jeremy taught me that.
You… You mean it?
I have to admit, most of my ideas were pretty terrible.
I think we even caused permanent damage to the ecosystem.
Yeah, but some of your ideas could work.
We'll never know unless we try.
I promise from now on to actually read your suggestions.
Promise?
Promise.
And the winner is Hop Pop!
Phew. Think we could set up some shade out here Hop Pop?
Huh?
Great suggestion, Anne.
Thanks, Hop Pop.
And over there, I kept a small version of your swimmin' hole.
Oh, and best of all, no more pit of fire.
Thanks, Hop Pop.
Thank you, Jeremy.
Nope.
Hmm. Nope.
Hmm. This one's a maybe.
This one is going all the way, baby.
You call that a spit? Now, watch this.
Just when I thought you guys couldn't get any nastier.
Nasty?
Why, spitting is practically a sport in Wartwood.
We even have a town record. Whoever breaks the record gets a trophy.
A trophy for spitting?
I can't believe you two are exposing Polly to this sort of…
That record is mine!
That's my little spitter.
- You could spit the frown off a widow. - Wait a second…
I always said you'd be the best in the family.
Well, you take after your Great Aunt Gertrude.
She was always really good at spitting…
Oh, no. Polly, you've been surrounded by boys your whole life.
It's not too late. I can fix this. You need girl time.
She needs girl time. Hop Pop, wallet.
Where are you taking me, crazy lady?
Not sure what she wants with my wallet, not like I got any money.
Less talk, more spit.
Whoo! Girl time. It's time for girl time.
OK, Anne, what the heck's going on?
Look, hanging out too much with Sprig and Hop Pop is dangerous.
If we aren't careful, we'll wake up crusty and storing our boogers in jars.
We need a day to reset. A day that's ladies only.
That sounds bad.
Look, when I'm done with you, you are gonna feel like a new Polly.
Trust me.
Well, I guess it couldn't hurt.
Plus, you and Sprig are always getting into fun trouble!
So what are we doing? Toad wrasling? Snake punching?
Better. We're going to
a spa.
What?
Those guys know what's up.
Two of your fanciest spa treatments, please.
That will be… ten coppers… each.
What the… Hop Pop's IOUs?
Uh, will this work?
Hmm, well, it does say he's good for it.
Accepted. Here are your towels.
Alrighty, then.
I don't know, Anne. This seems boring.
Why don't we do something fun instead?
Ooh!
Polly, there's more to life than spitting and hitting stuff.
Really?
Just trust me.
- Well… - Girl time, engage!
Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!
So then I says to him, I says, "I don't want to eat there."
He says, "Why don't you wanna eat there?
You ate there last week. I thought you liked it."
Hey.
Thank you.
Here you go.
Anne, I thought girl time was gonna be exciting.
You and Sprig are always getting mobbed or eaten or eaten by mobs.
Yeah, but not by choice. Come on, isn't this great?
Sure beats pocket boogers and spitting, right?
Excuse me, madam, what kind of scone is this?
Oh, those are dung beetle.
Tasty.
Not to put my snout in other people's business,
but if you ladies are having girl time,
I know this great place where you can get a full body massage. Mmm.
What? I love massages. I used to get them all the time back home.
Ahh…
Uh, ma'am, you really need to go. You're making everybody uncomfortable.
Never.
I've never had a legit full body massage before. We're going.
You know what, I think I'll pass.
Gotta get home and work on my distance.
Polly Plantar, I am not giving up on you.
If there is one thing that will fix you, it's a massage.
Someone get the constable!
Uh, hello? Anyone here?
Well, this place seems nice.
- I help you? - Hi. Who are you?
Am town healer, Tuti. Also part-time bounty hunter.
I like her. Tuti, huh?
Well, we're here for that full body massage.
Full body is good.
Come, we get personal.
Ooh! I'll go first.
Whoa, you frogs are really flexible, huh?
Are you sure you know how to massage a human?
Is same.
Whoa, mama.
This is amazing. So… relaxing.
Is that my foot?
And on that note, I'm out.
Is done. You are reborn.
Polly, you are going to love this.
Pollywog gone. You talk to no one.
What? She ditched me?
But this is all for her.
I got to find her and get this thing back on track.
See you, Tuti.
Afternoon, Tuti.
Wonderin' if you've seen a couple of ol' scammers
handing out these fake IOU's today.
Scammers? Fake?
Come. I lead way.
Fiery as ever, Tuti.
Dang, kid. You got the burp of a titan!
Thanks, Wally.
Hey!
Oh. Hey, Anne.
What the heck, dude? You ditched me?
And now I find you rubbing elbows with the local deadbeat?
That hurt my soul.
Well, at least this guy doesn't waste my time with stuff I think
is stupid and boring!
Well, excuse me for trying to make you
less of a disgusting little slob.
Polly, I… That's not… I mean, what I mean is…
Tuti caught thief.
Wait, what do you mean thief, I totally paid.
Sorry, little lady, but Hopadiah's broke.
Which makes these IOUs you've been handing out totally worthless.
These chains represent our burden on society!
Dang it, Anne. How much did you spend?
Now pay up, or I'm gonna have to do my duty, and put y'all in debtors' prison.
We'll have to sit in a chicken coop?
Less like sittin' and more like gatherin' eggs for the town
until your debt's paid off.
That doesn't sound so bad.
No!
You let my family go!
That's it!
Hey, mustache! Is that trophy made out of gold?
Twenty four karat, ma'am.
All right, Polly. Time to shine.
Wait, what?
Spit, dude.
Spit like you've never spit before.
Break that record and save this family.
Let's do this.
OK, little lady. You get three official chances. You ready?
- I don't think she's gonna make it. - It's not looking good.
Only one more chance, little lady.
Something ain't right. She's not spitting at full force.
Almost as if she's ashamed.
Yeah, and I think I know why.
- Hey, you OK? - Yeah.
I guess it's just kinda hard to spit when you feel gross.
Polly, I'm the gross one.
I tried to change someone that's perfect the way they are.
- You saying you were wrong? - Very wrong.
Super wrong?
- Super wrong. - You're always wrong?
I'm always… Hey, not always.
OK, just most of the time.
- Mmm. - Aw.
OK, let's finish this.
You did it!
Here, extra.
Wow.
Well, your debt is repaid and my work here is done.
- Whoo-hoo! Go Polly! - That's my little spitter.
So what are we gonna do with the extra gold?
I think I have an idea.
A little to the left. There, that's perfect.
Whoo-hoo!
- Well… - I love it!
Hey, sorry, girl time was such a bust.
Eh, don't worry about it. I mean, the more I think about it,
the whole idea of girl time is pretty weird.
I mean, who's to say boys don't like spas.
You went to the spa? Without us?
Oh, Anne, I love the spa. Did you get that fishy pedicure?
- Yeah, it was amazing. - Oh, I agree.
You know they're actually eating the dead skin off the bottom of your feet?