There you go. Now you're gettin' it.
Anne, wanna chop off some veggies for me?
You got it, HP.
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 OK without me.
- Well, how about that? A restaurant. - Pretty impressive, Anne.
- 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.
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. - Blah!
He thinks he's better than everyone else
- just 'cause he talk good. - It's true.
A foodie. Say no more.
We dealt with snobs like him all the time back home.
Just listening to him is driving me crazy.
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 talkin' 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.
Dang mushroom needs replacing.
Not that it matters anymore.
- Mother of pearl! - Hey, Stumpy!
How long you been here?
All night. Couldn't sleep, too excited!
- So, you ready to beat that critic? - 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.
Oh. That is where you're wrong.
Pow! Ha-cha! Ha!
Oh, what day is it?
I knew about that garbage lizard.
Nice shot.
Direct hit! You got it.
- Thanks. - Bullseye!
I gotta hand it to you, Anne. This place looks great.
We even scrubbed the Wally out.
That's what you think!
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?
Bigger.
Oh. I'm gonna need me hammer hand for this.
What are you all looking at?
Stumpy's changed overnight.
- Wow, look over there. - It's so exotic.
- Oh, my goodness. - Sawadi-ka.
And welcome to Stumpy's.
Wartwood's first frog-Thai fusion restaurant, now with napkins.
Napkins? What are those?
Need a refill of fly ice tea? On the house, sweetie.
Order up, enjoy.
- Hmmm. - 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.
They can have my table. I am done here.
- It's… - Duckweed! He's here!
- I have another question… - Thanks for coming.
OK, great, see ya.
Duckweed? What's with the disguise?
Oh, this? It's kind of a critic thing.
- Really? - Uh-huh.
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.
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.
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.
OK.
- I already said OK. - 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.
Eh, potato, tomato.
Gangway, coming through.
All right, dude. Get ready to be blown away.
Oh, my…
What an exotic selection.
Assassinating your critics, I love it.
OK, 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.
I've got an idea.
Mm… Oh, that's good.
Stumpy! The lemon!
Coming right up.
Pad See Ew, you later.
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 'er there.
Oh, this feels nice. What is this? Oak, mahogany?
It's carved from the bones of me missing hand.
Oh, come on!
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.
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…
Ah-ha! It's a gourd maggot.
These guys taste terrible.
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
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…
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?
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… Ah-ha!
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.
I don't know what a nose is, but it's worth a shot.
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.
Hey, Hop Pop! Can we chat for a second?
- Sprig, work the crowd. - Yes, ma'am.
Sprig Plantar, ten years old.
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.
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.
Uhh…
Because it'll make you, I don't know… stronger?
And uh… smarter, too.
Smarter? Smarter, too?
Folks, one sip of Plantar's Potion,
and you may very well live forever!
- I'll take ten! - I'll take hundred!
Ow, ow.
Wee!
Suffering swamp gas.
We gotta step up production on this stuff. Fast!
Incoming!
Fresh P juice coming up.
All right, who's next?
Me, me, me!
There he is! Look, Daddy, the potion man.
Folks!
Say, any of you been losing this stick on your tongue?
One sip of Plantar's potion
and my tongue has never felt stickier.
Feeling dry?
Plantar's Potion will have you moist and smooth.
Just look at the sheen on me!
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.
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.
- Guys, guys! - Big problem!
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.
Maybe some of these.
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.
Yes! Yes!
Let it flow! Come to Hop Papa.
Oh, boy.
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… - Gangway.
Thank you for your patronage.
I'm gonna feed this to my baby.
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.
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.
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.
To Hop Pop and the Plantars, the most honest folks in the business.
Oof, even I felt that one.
To the Plantars!
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 do was save my stand.
Huh?
Hop Pop! They want the garbage potion!
Eaten by flies? Oh, the irony!
Hey, let go of my bumpkin frog family!
Hey!
Ain't this what you want?
You really want this so bad?
Then drop the kids and go get it.
Everyone OK?
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.
Here you go, sir. I hope you'll give Plantars another chance someday.
I know things are bad, Hop Pop, but if it makes you feel any better,
you were a crazy good salesman.
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… 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.
The future is ours.
Oh, frog! I'm unemployed!