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[theme song playing]

[frogs croaking]

[indistinct chattering]

Iced flies! Get your iced flies over here!

Carnie games? Fair food? Why can't it be like this all the time?

Welcome to Grubhog Day, Anne!

It's the one day a year that no one works and the whole swamp cuts loose.

Whoo-hoo! [garbled mumbling]

[Polly] It all leads up to a big ceremony

where the grubhog pops out of his official stump!

And let me guess, predicts the weather?

[gasps] How'd you know?

Believe it or not, we've got the same thing in my world.

Grubhog, schmub hog.

The best part of this holiday

is the vomit-inducing, death-defying, unforgettable...

rides!

That's what I'm talking about.

[both laughing]

Not so fast, kids!

Hop Pop, wha-- What are you doing hiding in the bushes?

Uh, I'm not quite sure myself, Anne.

But never mind that. Great news! Ralphie Underbrook has the plague!

-[gasps] -That's horrible!

Oh, he'll be fine.

But now, someone has to take care of the grubhog,

and I volunteered you, Sprig.

-What? -This is a big deal.

The last Plantar to do it botched the job so bad, we shunned him for life.

Botched it?

Let's just say he got hungry.

And he ate it.

Ew.

Isn't this exciting?

You'll have to miss the fair, of course, but it's for a good cause.

Come on, boy. Do it for the family. What do you say?

Well... I, uh... [groans]

-[frog screams] -Of course I will!

There's nothing more important to me than family.

Rides are for dum-dums anyway. [chuckles]

That's my Sprig! I knew I could count on you.

This guy, everyone! This guy!

Oh! He's so cute. Like a little sock puppet!

Careful. It spits acid.

-[oinks] -[shouts]

[Hop Pop] Don't stare into the abyss, Anne.

After all, it stares back.

You got that costume on yet, boy?

[groans]

I'm so happy I lived to see this.

"Congratulations, lucky child.

Keep an eye on the grubhog, and... don't pull a Plantar."

Ouch.

Polly, let's go spread the good news.

The Plantars are back, baby!

And just remember... The family name is in your hands.

[calling] In your hands.

All right, dude. What's going on? I know you don't wanna do this.

[sighs] I don't. But I can't let Hop Pop down.

He's counting on me.

Sprig, buddy, just tell Hop Pop how you really feel.

Drop that truth bomb. [imitates explosion]

No way. Those eyes he gave me earlier, those were "I'm proud of you, Sprig" eyes.

I've only seen them maybe twice.

So, you just go and enjoy those incredible rides without me.

[cheering]

[gasps] Is that the Spider Spinner?

[cheering] I've heard it's the fastest ride ever made!

[sighs]

But I guess I'll have to miss it this year.

-[groans] -[oinks]

Hmm.

Hey. What did that scroll say your one job was?

To keep an eye on the grubhog.

So, why not keep an eye on him as he's sitting next to us?

On a ride.

You're a hopping genius, Anne!

As long as we're back here before the ceremony, what's the difference?

But what if Hop Pop sees us out there?

-He won't! -This plan is flawless!

-[upbeat music playing] -[both laughing]

[chuckle]

[cackles]

[both laugh]

[Anne] Oh, shoot. No, get back here.

[laughing]

[shouting]

[oinks]

[screaming, cheering]

-[Sprig laughs] -Yeah!

This is amazing!

Not only are we having fun, but I'm also doing Hop Pop proud!

In my world, we'd call this a win-win.

Uh, we call it a win-win here, too, Anne.

[gasps] Look!

[man screams]

A new ride. Let's do it.

[grunts]

[both screaming]

[grubhog squealing]

-[Sprig yells] -[oinks]

Hog overboard!

No, look! We can pick him up when we come back around. Ha-ha!

[both] It's gonna be OK!

[fanfare plays]

There he is!

[oinks, squeals]

[both gasp]

[bird screeches]

[slows, clicks]

[shouting]

[gasping] Whoa, buddy. Don't freak out.

Don't freak out.

Maybe we can go into the woods and find a new grubhog?

The ceremony starts in five minutes!

[bell clangs]

Hop Pop's gonna be so disappointed.

There's gotta be something we can do.

Think! Socks, buttons.

Don't know why you'd want them but we got 'em!

There we go.

Presenting... one grubhog!

-[Anne squeals] -[snorts]

Hmm, I don't know.

-[Anne slobbers] -He's a friendly little guy.

-[Anne squeals] -Maybe...

we can actually pull this off.

It's just gotta pop out of the stump, right?

And predict the weather, yeah.

-We totally got this! -[bell rings]

[announcer] The Grubhog Ceremony will begin presently.

[both] Let's do this thing.

I can fix that.

[chattering]

[cheering, applause]

[nervous laugh]

Frogs, friends. Welcome to the annual Grubhog Celebration!

Dang right!

-Yeah! -Whoo-hoo!

Now, now, wait. Simmer down, simmer down.

I now hand it over to the next town scandal just waiting to happen.

Sprig Plantar!

-[crowd grumbles] -Hello.

[clears throat] Welcome, fellow frogs.

It is my honor to present

the one, the only, the-absolutely-real and-not-fake grubhog!

[Anne sniffs, snorts]

[cheering, applause]

Does the, uh, grubhog look a little bit off to you?

Uh, they probably changed its diet.

That's what it is.

I can't believe it! We're pulling this off!

[panting] Good, 'cause it's hot in here.

Cute and cuddly. He's here.

And now, the ceremonial feeding and cleaning of the grubhog!

[applause]

-[gags and spits] -Ow.

[crowd laughing]

That's grubhog's got some sass in him.

[chuckles]

What are you doing?

Selling it.

[ragtime music]

[grunts]

-[grunts] Ow. -[audience applauds]

-[all laughing] -Oh, crud.

OK, you. Put 'em up.

[all applauding]

[all gasp]

[all cheering]

[laughing]

Well done, my boy. Well done.

I must say this is the best ceremony we've ever had.

Consider the Plantar name restored in full!

[cheering]

And now, the moment we've all been waiting for.

It's time to cut open the grubhog!

Uh, what now? Oh! Oh!

Now remember, spots in the liver means?

[crowd together] Two more weeks of winter!

-[chanting] Cut, cut! -I love this part!

[Anne] Wait, you guys read its guts?

I thought you had the same tradition back home.

That was a little different!

[chanting] Cut, cut, cut!

-[shouts] -[shouts]

[shouts]

-[Sprig grunts] -[all gasp]

No, uh-- What's gotten into you, boy? Has the grubhog taken over your mind?

I can't let you do this. The truth is...

The truth is I lost the grubhog!

[all gasp]

-Leaping lily pads! What? -That's right.

I lost the grubhog because I was goofing off at the fair.

Anne and I tricked you all to cover it up.

-[all gasp] -Hello, everybody.

Sprig, I don't understand.

I-- I thought you said fixing the family name was important to you.

I knew it was important to you.

So, I played along.

I just wanted to make you proud.

-Sprig, I owe you an apology. -Huh?

I put way too much on your shoulders.

I should've just let you have fun at the fair.

Well, Plantars, you've ruined everything surprising absolutely no one.

I knew this goofy kid would mess things up somehow.

Hey, you make fun of me all you want, but you leave him out of this.

Wake up, Plantar! The night is ruined!

We've got no grubhog. All we got is a puppet that everyone seemed to love!

[Sprig] Chop the grubhog!

[Anne] No! Chop you!

-[Sprig yells] -[Anne] Ree, ree, ree!

-[Anne] "Grubhog Two". -[Sprig] "The Reckoning"

And, cue the applause.

Puppets! Puppets! Puppets!

Ten shows nightly. They can't get enough.

Sprig, this puppet show is a great idea.

You redeemed the family name after all.

I'm proud of you. Both of you.

That whole killing-the-grubhog stuff has always been pretty severe.

Not to me!

[Mayor Toadstool on speaker] And now, the moment

y'all been waiting for.

Let the show begin!

-[applause] -To the VIP seats!

Uh, hey, Anne? Thanks for sticking with me today.

It was a ride I won't forget.

Anytime, dude. Real talk though,

I almost peed myself when they were gonna cut off my arm.

Yeah, memories.

Too bad about that grubhog though.

I hope he's in a better place.

Thank you for saving me, loyal subject.

-[bird squawking] -Think nothing of it, Lord.

I have not forgotten the aid you gave my people.

To where do we fly?

To war, old friend. To war.

[frogs croaking]

[chattering]

Now kids, just 'cause we lost the family stand

doesn't mean we can't sell our produce out of a janky wheelbarrow.

This... this is pretty sad.

Agreed.

Ah, criminal activity. Excitement!

Take that off. This is perfectly legal.

Then why are we hiding in an alley?

[chattering]

Um, stop asking questions and follow my lead.

Psst, lady. Wanna buy an eggplant?

Huh?

[gasps] Hoppy!

What... Sylvia!

Hoppy?

Come here, you sweet potato.

I thought you had moved away.

Yep, but I'm back in town.

Now, let's take a look at your veggies.

[stammering]

Oh, I'll take this one.

I've always had a soft spot for the weird ones.

[stammering]

Well, I better be going. Goodbye, Hoppy.

[stammering] Goodbye, Sylvia.

[sighs]

-Hop Pop, you dog! -Huh?

-What's happening? -[Polly] What's going on?

Hop Pop is clearly in love.

-What? -I didn't think that was possible.

Am not!

OK, maybe a little.

Ohh. You should tell her how you feel.

[sighs] I wish I could. But you saw how I was back there.

I have trouble even putting sentences together.

I wish there was another way to let Sylvia know how I feel.

[hammering]

Hmm. Kids, watch the wheelbarrow for a second.

-[hammering] -[chattering]

Dance Fever!

With family fun! Shenanigans!

Romance! Tonight from 6:00 p.m. till... Hmm?

Hmm.

Been a long time since I've danced with someone.

Might be nice to feel the embrace of a man.

[chuckles] Mom.

[stammers]

Huh?

Huh? Ooh!

-Ow! -Ha-ha!

Classic, gullible Hopadiah!

Oh. Hey, Monroe.

-Who's that? -That's Monroe.

He and Hop Pop have been rivals forever.

Monroe wins at pretty much everything.

Lawn bowling, shuffleboard,

other old man activities.

You're not seriously thinking of going to this thing, are you?

Wouldn't want to embarrass yourself like last year's barn dance fiasco.

[laughs] See you around, old-timer.

Oh, we'll see about that, Monroe. We'll see.

-[whistle blowing] -Huh?

Hop Pop, it's the fuzz!

Everyone scatter! Aah!

[punching sounds]

Can't dance, huh? We'll see about that.

Looks easy enough.

Sorry, Sylvia.

And a-one, and a-two and--

[screaming]

[sighs] Looks like it's hopeless.

-[bass pounding] -What in tarnation?

[pop music playing]

Anne can dance?

[shouting]

Aah! Ow!

Hop Pop, what the heck, dude?

Anne, I need your help.

What?

That's why I'm begging you. Teach me your ways!

I can't tell Sylvia how I feel, but maybe I can show her by dancing with her.

Huh. Never figured you for a hopeless romantic, Hop Pop.

Let's do this thing.

Hey, um, think we could keep this just between us?

You got it, HP. My lips are sealed.

-Whoo! Dance it up, Hop Pop! -Shake that booty!

What happened to the zipped lips?

Couldn't help it. This is just too juicy!

Besides, when I'm done with you,

you and Sylvia will be locking lips by the end of the night.

-[both groan] -Oh, come on!

Lesson one. Footwork.

[upbeat music playing]

-[shouting] -[music stops]

[shouting]

It burns! It burns! [screaming]

[Anne] Lesson two. Rhythm.

[taps rhythmically]

[taps off-beat]

[Hop Pop] Ow!

[Anne] Lesson three. Freestyle.

Freestyle is expressing yourself in your own unique way.

[upbeat music continues]

-Huh? -[Hop Pop grunting]

[caws] Ta-da!

Whoo!

I gotta say, that's the first lesson I actually felt good--

Hop Pop, if you wanna win over Sylvia...

never do freestyle again!

♪ Sylvia, I'm gonna win your heart, babe ♪

♪ When you see my froggy booty On the dance floor ♪

♪ Sylvia, you're tugging At my heartstrings... ♪

Here we go.

♪ Taking it out on the dance floor, babe ♪

-[Sprig] Whoa! Yeah, Hop Pop! -[Polly] Miracles happen!

Nice work, Hop Pop.

Or maybe I should call you "Hip Pop?"

That reference means nothing to me.

Guys, there's only ten minutes till the dance. Come on!

Oh, we gotta go!

-[dancers chattering] -[music playing]

[gulps]

I gotta say,

as long as you're not being forced to date someone,

dances ain't half bad.

[gulps] She's here!

I feel like I'm gonna faint. Can frogs faint?

I don't know anything anymore!

Hop Pop, calm down.

You are the king of this dance floor!

You walk right up to that lovely lady and ask her to dance.

Hmm! I got this.

Get it!

[clears throat]

[stammering] Sylvia?

[Monroe] Sylvia Sundew!

Would you do me the honor of this dance?

-What? -[both gasp]

Why, Monroe. I'd be delighted.

[gasping]

Sylvia! Dance with me instead!

Well, Hopadiah.

Him? Ha! He can't dance.

I can dance better than you. I've been trained by the best,

and I'm gonna take you down!

Is that so? Then let's settle this.

-[crowd applauding] -[gasping]

The drama.

Come on, guys. Hop Pop's gonna need backup.

Look over there. What's going on?

-[woman] Hopadiah? -[man] It's a standoff.

Oh! What's this?

It appears two stallions have taken to the floor and are about to battle it out!

[rhythm builds]

Slick.

Here we go.

Look out. Ha!

You know, that wasn't half bad.

Technically proficient.

-[cheering] -Hop Pop!

[Mayor Toadstool] A solid effort by Hopadiah Plantar!

But how will Monroe respond?

[chuckles]

-[all gasp] -Oh, no.

Hold tight, now.

Watch me now.

[loud cheering]

Well, looks like that's it for Hopadiah.

Unless he has something special or unique to show.

Well, we did our best. And isn't that what counts?

[shouts] What kinda loser talk is that?

I honestly don't know what to do.

Monroe's just a better dancer.

Well, then I guess I'll just have to express myself

in my own unique way.

Wait, you don't think he's gonna...

[gasps] Oh, no. Hop Pop! Hop Pop!

Sylvia, I don't think I'll ever be able to tell you how I feel about you.

But I can show you. Hit it, boys!

Uh, yeah. We've been hitting it, but OK.

[sighs]

[caws]

[caws, gags]

-Unbelievable! -[dancers gasp]

I ain't never seen moves like those.

It's horrifying.

[hooting]

[screams]

-Ta-da! -[all gasp]

Is it safe to look yet?

-[Sprig] No idea. -[Polly] Couldn't tell you.

Oh-ho, yikes.

Well, I think it's clear who the winner is.

-It's Monroe. -Not even close.

Monroe does it again!

Come along, Sylvia. No need to waste time with losers.

Oh.

[all sigh]

[Sylvia] Oh, Hopadiah!

-Huh? -[Sylvia grunts]

[grunting, humming]

[gurgles] Ooh!

Wha-- [all gasp]

She's as freaky as he is!

The horror!

[croaking]

This is not for children's eyes!

Why? Why?

OK! That's enough of that.

Pack it up. Dance is over! Everyone go home!

[panting]

[both laugh]

I don't get it. Why?

I have a soft spot for the weird ones, remember?

[stammers]

Ah, shame the dance is over. I could dance for hours with you.

[smooth violin music]

[clears throat] May I have this dance, Sylvia Sundew?

Why, yes you may, Hopadiah Plantar.

May I have this dance, madam?

Thought you'd never ask.

[violin continues]