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Chapter 6 - "Lullaby in Frogland"

[wind rushing, pastoral music playing]

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[steam whistle blows]

[mid-tempo music plays] [frogs croaking]

[snoring] [pop!]

[steam whistle blows] [glug! glug! glug! glug!]

[laughs] Yeah! Whoo!

[laughs] 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.

♪ Oh, we're going to the pasture to meet Adelaide and ask her ♪

♪ if she has a way to send us back where we came from ♪

♪ I don't know who she is or how she is or when, what, why she is ♪

♪ But as for where she is, she is where we will go ♪

♪ to Adelaide, to Adelaide ♪

♪ Come on and join the Adelaide parade ♪

♪ Adelaide, to Adelaide ♪

♪ we're going to Adelaide's house today ♪ [Laughs]

Boy. Finally going home.

[Sighs]

Hey, what's with Beatrice?

I don't know. What's with George Washington

being naked? [fanfare plays]

- What? - All the other frogs are dressed up nice.

[both croaking]

He's an outcast, and he's cold. [Wind gusts]

- Feel these cold feet. - 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.

[Gasps] Come on, George.

You're a manly frog, and you need some socks.

[Croaks] [whistle blows]

Huh? [Crowd murmuring]

Uh-oh. It looks like we're in trouble.

[Gasps] 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! - Aaaaah!

[whistle blowing] [flies buzzing]

Sorry! [Breathing heavily]

[blowing continues]

Tadpoles! Your babies!

[tadpoles crying] [crying]

[breathing heavily] [blowing continues]

[Squish! Squish!] Ahh.

Good day, gentle... [clears throat]

[Deep voice] Good day, gentlemen.

We ... I ... must be going now to join the band.

- Wirt, drum me! - Okay.

Ow! Ow, ow! Ow! Ow, ow!

[Pop! Pop!] 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! [Instruments warming up]

[Grunts] Okay, everybody.

- Act natural. - Drum me! Drum me!

- I said, "act natural." - It is natural! I'm a drum!

[mid-tempo music plays]

Wirt, drum me!

- Drum me in the face! - Okay! Okay! Shh!

Don't draw attention to us! [Smack!]

[frogs croaking] [flies buzzing]

Whoa! [Honk!]

- Whoa! - No bassoon player.

Uh-oh.

[Frogs croaking angrily]

Dog, those frogs really love the bassoon!

[Croaking continues] 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.

[Gasps] No, Greg's right.

You should play it. Go ahead. You'll do fine.

- You play instruments, right? - Yeah, but 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! [Croaks]

Uh... [croaking continues]

- Wirt? - Yeah. Here we go.

[Bassoon honking and squeaking]

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

[Music resumes]

♪ At night when the lake is a mirror ♪

- Huh? - Whoa!

♪ And the moon rides the waves to the shore ♪

♪ a single soul sets his voice singing ♪

♪ content to be slightly forlorn ♪

♪ a song rises over the lilies ♪ ♪ wah-ooh, wah-ooh ♪

♪ sweeps high to clear over the reeds ♪

♪ and over the bullrushes swaying ♪ [Greg laughs]

♪ to pluck at a pair of heartstrings ♪

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.

♪ carries their memory on ♪ [all gasp]

[Gasps] [whistle blows]

- All: Shh! - Uh...

[Music resumes]

♪ Over the treetops and mountains ♪

♪ over the blackened ravines ♪

- Ohh! - # Then softly it falls by a house near a stream #

♪ and over the garden wall ♪

♪ To thee ♪

[Greg sighs] I knew you were special.

[Steam whistle blows]

[Frogs croaking]

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?

[Gasps] I call that mud over there!

[laughs] 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. [Growls]

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? [chuckles] Well, I don't know if I'd say,

- "hero," but ... - Do you think that I could

be a hero, too? Huh?

[Frogs croaking] [gasps]

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.

[Wind blowing]

Beatrice.

- Greg, wake up! - Huh?

- Beatrice took off! - What?

- Come on! - Mmm.

[Breathes deeply]

- Come on, Greg! - I'm coming.

[Music]

[Banging] [Coughing]

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? [Imitating coughing]

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 go help my family.

- [Gasps] Wirt! - Close the door!

- I'll catch my death of cold! - What's going on?

- You shouldn't be here. - Adelaide?

Welcome home, children.

Both: Huh? Aaah!

- Beatrice, wh-what ... - I...

- But 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.

[Grunting] What are you doing?!

Ohh! The night air is poisonous!

Breathe it in, lady. Wirt, Greg, let's go!

- The deadly... air! - Whoa! Geez!

- She wasn't kidding! - It's fresh!

- Ohhhhhh! - Huh?

[Hinges creak] Wirt? Greg?

[Coughing]

Greg! Wirt!

It wasn't what it looked like! I was just ... please come back!

Ohh. [Crying]

- Hmm. - Wirt, what about Beatrice?

Hmm. I shouldn't have trusted anyone.

[Croaks] Huh?

Benjamin Franklin! [Croaks]

Hurry it up, Greg.

[Wind blowing]

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