Good work, everyone. Wish I could help but no legs, you know?
Mm-hm.
We depart for the final temple tomorrow, Bessie, ol' gal,
and I have a big job for you.
Speak of the frog devil.
Polly, leave MicroAngelo here with us and get back to packing.
Want me to grab a weapon or two from the hidden armory under the house?
Go grab a weapon or three, dear.
These temples have been pretty nasty, and I wanna be ready for anything.
That's what I'm talking about.
Now, then, Bessie, you remember MicroAngelo,
the cute snail we bought in Newtopia?
- Uh-huh. - Well,
I'm sure you've noticed that he is young and cute
and needs to be protected at all costs.
By contrast, you are an older snail.
Much older.
You've seen your share of winters, that's for sure.
The point is, while we're busy packing,
I'll need you to take this little cutie under your shell, all right?
He's your responsibility.
Can I trust you with this job?
That's my good girl.
Don't let me down. Okay? Thanks! Bye!
Can't have too many maps.
Or can you?
Definitely gonna need these bad boys.
And now to get more deadly weapons. Ha-ha!
Anne, we can both agree everything's riding on this temple.
Yep.
Can we also agree that you need some new gear?
- Fair. - Good.
I fly-mailed Newtopia's best armorer.
He's on his way to give you a new look.
Hold up. Did she just say "new look"?
Yep. What's the problem?
Oh, no. Not again.
I can't tell you how many times Sasha and Marcy have tried
to give me a makeover.
Too short?
This is not gonna go well.
My name is Bernardo.
Who is in need of my services?
Never mind. It is clearly you.
Is it that bad?
It's worse.
I don't know, Mar-Mar. These old duds have been good to me.
Anne, we're probably going home soon.
Don't you wanna live the fantasy a little, try a new identity, role-play?
Enough chitty-chatty.
- Anne, who do you want to be? - Uh…
A melee-focused warrior? Maybe a staff-wielding mage?
I'm excited to see what you pick. Have fun!
I'll go mix a bunch of potions.
- But… - In Newtopia this season,
it is all about barbarian.
Furs, metal studs, mallets.
Everyone looks good in barbarian, trust me.
Mmm…
Barbarian sounds cool.
Wear a few and see how you feel. Won't hurt to try.
First up, this lovely number covered with painful poison barbs.
- That looks like it'll hurt. - Sprig!
My potion!
Holy hornets! My maps!
What's gotten into you?
You're supposed to be looking after MicroAngelo,
not causing a frog-dang ruckus!
What happened? I thought you were my good girl.
This was too much responsibility for you.
Come on, Bessie.
Sorry, old girl.
Today's preparations are just too important.
Uh, guys?
Not sure this is my style.
- You look neat. Loving that loincloth. - Mm. It is a bit loud.
Let's try a few options. Eggwellems!
Perhaps a sorceress supreme?
Eh, too magical.
An elite commando?
Too formal.
Crane style? Mantis style?
- Moth style? - No more bugs!
Your friend is… How to say?
- Hard to please. - Tell me about it.
Guys, this is cool, but it's too much.
Who needs these giant metal hands?
Technically, those are siege gauntlets with fire launchers.
Is that a tiny trebuchet?
- I'll touch it. - Sprig, no!
- Oops. - Sprig!
What in the world?
Ugh! What's happening?
Wow.
Please narrate what's happening!
What?
Oh, my frog, Bessie!
Not only did you save MicroAngelo, you saved us from being obliterated.
- Who put these boom shrooms here? - Guilty.
Help. Please.
- Anne! - Are you okay?
This is… perfect!
Are you okay? Did you hit your head? Are you crazy now?
I think the reason I don't want a new look
is because I'm happy with who I see in the mirror.
So whatever I put on, I wanna be able to see the same me looking back.
What do you guys think?
Minimalist. Bernardo likes.
- You're right. It is perfect. - Whoo!
But a summer cut might be cute.
Looks like I owe you an apology.
I knew you were my good girl.
And maybe it was all too much to put on your shoulders.
Tell you what, after today,
you'll never have to look after MicroAngelo.
How's that… sound?
Okay. Whatever you guys want.
I mean, you'd know better.
Wish I was a cute little snail.
Look, Mar-Mar, I'm an eagle.
Cool. I'm a twin-engine, SEAMAX, amphibious aircraft.
Aw, how cute. Now beat it.
These swings are ours.
Not so fast, evildoers!
Leave those kids alone!
- Hiyah! - Whoa.
I'm not done yet. I'll never give up, no matter what.
This is getting weird.
We're out of here. Enjoy your swings, babies.
Swings are all yours.
Hey, you wanna swing with us?
I… I'd like that.
- I'm Anne, by the way. This is Marcy. - Hiya.
I'm Sasha. Sasha Waybright.
And wa-bam!
Whoa.
The entrance to the third temple.
What's it say, Marcy? What's it say?
This can't be right. "Lift to enter, brah"?
- Wow. - Wow, way to go, Frobo.
Now let's crush this temple.
Look after Joe Sparrow. We'll be back soon.
Whew! It's hot in here.
There should be three challenges, like the two other temples.
Whoa, are you guys okay?
A little dehydrated from the heat.
We'll be all right.
"Whoa there, boss. Think you're strong enough to get across?"
I have a feeling this temple is about strength.
Wonder what those are for.
Sprig!
Man, this thing weighs a ton.
All right, it's hammer time.
Yeah. This ain't happening.
I'll defend you. Don't sweat it.
Guys, no!
It can't be.
Sash! Oh, my gosh! I can't believe…
There's no time. Follow me.
Sasha.
Hey, girlfriend. Good to see you.
You… too?
Sasha, Sasha, Sasha!
Hey, Mar-Mar. Whoa, check out your new threads.
Speak for yourself! Look at that armor.
How did you even find us?
Simple. We heard you two were traveling together and tracked you both here.
Did you say "we"?
Even in this state, those things were no match for me.
Whoa! Cancel the red alert.
We're not here to fight.
- Oh, no? - Nope.
The whole reason we were stalking you was,
so I could tell Anne that everything that happened at Toad Tower was my fault.
- Really? - Yup.
It was wrong of me to put your frog friends in danger.
And doubly wrong of me to push you around.
Oh. Huh.
Wasn't expecting that.
Forgive me for being skeptical but why the change of heart?
After Toad Tower, Sasha and I lost everything.
We had to go into hiding.
And I've had a lot of time to think about things.
But, uh, what are you guys doing in a honking volcano?
Oh, Sasha, it's crazy.
The king of Amphibia told us the music box can transport us back home.
But the stones need to be charged at three temples.
This is the third temple.
No way! You mean we can almost go home?
- Yep. - Each temple has a theme.
This one appears to be strength.
- Then it's a good thing I showed up. - What's that supposed to mean?
It means you three will slow us down. Wait outside until we're done.
Hey, you can't tell them what to do.
Okay, fine. It was just a suggestion.
Now come on, let's move.
You think she's changed?
Time will tell, Anne. Time will tell.
You got any of that lippy balm? Lips are feeling dry.
Want cantaloupe or bubble gum?
Cantaloupe, cantaloupe!
Oh, sweet relief.
You can keep that.
"Sup, brosef? Do you even lift?"
- They're not even trying anymore. - Ha! This is all me.
Wait, Marcy and I have done these temples,
and there's always a catch.
Let's search the room before we try that.
Eh, that will take too long.
Besides, this temple's been direct so far.
No. Wait. I really think we should…
- Oh. - This thing will be over before it starts.
Let's get going, nerds.
By "nerds," she means you guys.
All right, this should be the final room.
"You've definitely got skill, no doubt,
but it's time you learned what strength is all about."
Stay back, everyone. I got this.
Great grasshopper guts!
It's like an elephant tick is standing on my back.
That thing has somehow increased the room's gravitational force.
I… I can't get up.
Sit tight. Us humans will handle this.
You go, girls.
- Thanks, Sasha. - No problem.
The gravity's too much. I can't move.
Don't worry. Leave this to us.
Who would have thought?
Us working together, after everything that's happened.
Yeah. Unbelievable.
Especially since you still don't trust me, even after I apologized.
What?
What do you mean? I trust you.
Oh, please. I've been watching you this whole time.
You don't trust me at all.
Can you blame me?
Why would I trust you? It wasn't just Toad Tower.
You've been pushing me around my whole life.
I know.
It… It feels like my lungs are going to explode.
It's… It's over.
We can't do this.
You're right. We can't.
But you can.
I believe in you.
What? How can you believe in me, after I was such a jerk to you?
You weren't just a jerk.
You also inspired us.
You're fierce, you're brave,
and, most of all, you never give up.
You're right.
I'll never give up.
Not today.
Not ever!
Huh?
How heavy was that armor?
Get croaked!
The gravity is back to normal.
You did it, Sash.
Here, go ahead.
"Congrats, brah.
You finally know what it takes to go the distance.
For what is true strength without persistence?"
Do the honors?
I guess that's that. Should we open it?
No, no, no. If we turn that on, who knows where we'll end up?
We should bring it to King Andrias so he can tell us how to use it.
Of course. Trust Marcy to already have a plan.
Look at this. The gang, back together again.
Let's get back to Wartwood and get these frogs some water.
Give me that.
- Finally! - Take me to my bucket.
Thanks for all that stuff back there, believing in me and junk.
Oh, hey. No biggie.
Sorry for not trusting you earlier.
Sasha, do you think maybe we could start over?
Do things right this time?
I'd like that.
I'm gonna walk away before things get more awkward.
Not possible.
You haven't forgotten the plan, have you?
We only need those jokers to get safely into Newtopia.
I haven't forgotten.
I'm sure they bought my act back there, hook, line and sinker.
Good. Because the things we've set into motion cannot be stopped.