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Anne!
Breakfast!
I'll just hit send real...
- Now! - Yep! Okay, okay!
Lord Frankerton, may I join you at the window?
Only if you wish to torment me.
Whoa! Someone didn't sleep.
Nope. I spent all night researching ways to get you guys home.
And possibly the night before that.
You? Researching?
Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?
Har! Har! So, I was thinking,
what if there's a second calamity box here on Earth?
So I mapped out every thrift store in a 50-mile radius,
- and if we leave right now... - Pass.
Primthistle Manor isn't gonna binge itself.
Everyone, quiet.
Lord Frankerton's confessing his love for Lady Franklin.
My dearest Lady Franklin,
I simply cannot contain my passion for you any longer.
Oh, Lord Frankerton.
- Amazing! - I'm shocked.
And it only took three seasons.
Why does it feel like I'm the only one trying to find a way back to Amphibia?
Anne, we have been trying.
But it's okay to take a day off to recharge every now and then.
There's no time, you guys. Come on. Let's get back to research.
Since you seem to enjoy research so much now,
what if you four spend the day at the museum and wrote a report?
You have a lot of makeup schoolwork to do.
Oh! Do we have to?
Yes. I'm also cleaning the house.
There's slime everywhere.
And I'm not pointing fingers,
but I need you all out of the way.
Gross, Anne.
Energy sensor unresponsive.
Will attempt to hack into the local frequencies.
I'll pick you up at 6:00. Have fun, but also learn.
Whoa! Looks like you guys used to have a monster problem too.
Wait. Your people think the world is round?
Wow!
I like these guys. They get it.
See? We can have a fun one-off just like we did in Amphibia.
- Anne? Anne? - What?
You gotta take a break from all of this research.
Don't worry, HP. I'm fine. I'm fine.
Burning yourself out isn't gonna help us get home to Amphibia.
- Amphibia. - Yeah, that's what I said.
No. Look!
Call me crazy, but that looks like...
- One of us! - I don't believe it.
Could this be the clue we've been looking for?
Didn't expect to see frogs in here, eh?
What? Frogs? Huh?
Oh. You're talking about the pod.
Sure. What'd you think I was talking about?
Name's Dr. Jan. I'm a curator here.
And an avid lover of all things ancient.
Why did she wink at me?
So staring at this pod, eh? Interesting, isn't it?
The frog here was depicted in a very unconventional fashion.
Bipedal. Oh!
It must've been some kind of deity.
Huh. You don't say.
Maybe it's a frog-shaped alien, right? From another dimension.
What?
Frog-shaped?
Sorry, sorry.
I'm really into cryptids. You know, UFOs and stuff.
Anyway, you got any other questions?
Do you know anything about portals to...
Nope, not at all. Actually, I hate history and museums. Yuck.
Oh, that's too bad. And kind of insulting.
Well, if you change your mind, just holler, "Dr. Jan!"
And I'll fly in like an information superhero.
Uh... Dr. Jan away!
Hey! Why did you blow her off? Maybe she knows something.
What? Come on, dude. We don't know anything about that lady.
- How do you know we can trust her? - Paranoid much?
But that thing's our first real clue.
Agreed. We can't just drop it.
What if there's a map painted on the bottom?
Or a secret code that only shows up under black light?
Well, if you don't wanna ask that Dr. Jan for help, what are we gonna do?
Rob the museum?
I still can't believe we're robbing the museum.
Anne?
You guys okay in here?
All good. Just finishing that report.
Don't believe you, but okay.
Looks like she bought it.
- Anne. - Huh? Where was I?
Oh, yeah. We did way more dangerous stuff in Amphibia.
At least nothing here's gonna spit acid at us.
That you know of.
Come on, guys. If you don't break a few rules for this,
how are we ever gonna get back?
So, what's the plan?
Aha! Very into this.
First, we gotta distract the guards.
- Hop Pop? - On it.
So, my question is
how did those bones get underground in the first place?
Meow! I'm a cat!
Hey, my shoe!
After that fabulous cat.
Then, Polly, you get us inside.
Sup, fools?
Lastly, Sprig,
you take out all the cameras.
Target found.
Those guards got tired of chasing me and stopped at a coffee shop.
We got a good 20 minutes.
Nicely done. Now, all we have to do is... is...
Hey, Anne! Not a good time to nap!
Right! Sorry. Let's do this thing.
That's a lot of lasers.
Don't worry.
I got this.
Wow! That was easy.
This isn't a movie, Sprig.
Not everything has a dramatic twist.
Not you again!
Hey!
Leave them alone!
Eat the rich!
How're we gonna stop this thing?
I think I just got an idea.
Hey, can opener, wanna fight?
I'm all yours!
Let's rumble, robot!
Any last words?
You're history.
Anne!
Don't worry, guys. We got him.
No, you're history.
Freeze! Put your hands in the…
Air?
Alert, alert. Do not be seen.
No way. A robot?
I'm fine, HP.
Thank frog no one got hurt.
Oh, no. Guys, your disguises!
Frog aliens?
What the...
I-I can't believe I forgot!
Mitchell, Rodney, this has been a terrible misunderstanding.
These are…
Performers rehearsing an exciting historical reenactment of some kind.
We'll clean this mess up tomorrow.
You two can go home. I'll take it from here.
- Whew! Thank goodness! - I knew it.
Night, Dr. Jan.
Oh, hey, Dr. Jan.
So, there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this.
And I can't wait to hear it.
Frog aliens, robots. Spill it, kid!
This is a dream come true!
We can't do this on our own, Anne.
Maybe it's time we try trusting someone.
Wow! Sound like you've been through a lot.
I see why you're in such a rush for answers, but why the heist?
Why didn't you just ask me?
Uh, made sense earlier.
If I'm honest, I'm sort of running on empty right now.
She hasn't slept in days.
Well, that's no good. Here. Look at this.
Back when I was younger, I would stay up for days on a dig.
I couldn't go home knowing we were so close.
One time I got sloppy with a dynamite charge
and, well, this was a triceratops.
What's a triceratops?
I get it. So what you're saying is
if I keep this up I may do more harm than good?
Here. I'll make you a deal.
I'll keep your secret and help you research this artifact
if you go home and get some sleep.
Deal. Thanks, Dr. Jan.
Real quick. Before we go, do you have a black light?
I wanna check and see if this baby has any secret codes on it.
Black light? Go sleep. Take a day off.
The world will still be spinning tomorrow.
Still not sold on this spinning globe theory.
Oh, what the heck?
No way.
You've got to be kidding me!
Plantars, assemble!
Present!
- What's up? - Any news?
I got a text from Dr. Jan.
It says, "Come see me when you've got a moment.
I think I found something."
Which means, the sooner we talk to her, the sooner we get you home.
Yeah!
- Yahoo! - Sounds good!
Oh, good. You're here. Help us finish loading the car.
No problem, Mrs. Boonchuy.
We'd be glad to help.
I can't carry much, but okay.
Okay, but then we gotta get to the museum.
No way. It's market day at the Thai temple
and we are all going to be there.
But, Mom! It's super important.
So is this.
The Thai community hasn't seen you since you came back.
And this is the perfect opportunity.
- But... - No "but."
Look, I'll make you a deal.
Just stay for one full hour, then you can go do whatever.
Fine.
Market day? Temple?
It's a monthly all-day event at the Thai temple.
Everyone gathers for food, music, sport, dance and Thai language school.
It's, uh…
Hey! I see you!
Desi, Rico!
What was that all about?
Ugh, nosy gossip bloggers from the school paper
trying to get an exclusive photo of the "girl who went missing."
Oh! Well, I got some photos they can use.
Here's you eating spaghetti when you were two.
- Oh, and here's you when you were... - Dad!
- Oh, my gosh! Stop! - Never!
- Just look at this place. - Wowsers!
Wow!
The stalls sort of remind me of Wartwood.
Look, there's even a statue.
No, way! Is this you?
Yep, I've been coming here since I was a kid.
It seems cool at first, but believe me, it gets old quick.
You are on sample duty today.
Now stand out in the open where everyone can see you.
Wait. By everyone you don't mean…
- Anne's here! - She is back!
Oh, shoot! Here comes the ba train.
- Welcome back, nong Anne. - Hi, Pa Nit.
Where have you been worrying your parents like that?
Good to see you, Pa Poo. It was just a little misunderstanding.
They forgot I was at tennis camp.
- Eh, typical. - You got so skinny.
Here. Eat something.
- Okay, good to see you, Anne. - Bye-bye!
Hey, what does this mean?
It's called a wai. It's how you show respect to your elders.
Super important in Thai culture.
Make sense to me. You kids can learn a couple of things here.
Well, we've got some time to kill.
You three are free to explore, if you want.
Just be careful to keep those disguises…
- Whoo-hoo! - …on.
- Whoo-hoo! - Whoa! Look at this!
Hold on, Dr. Jan.
Just one hour and I'll be there.
And if you want to say it's bedtime, we say…
Very good! You taken Thai before?
No.
But I have watched Mrs. Boonchuy's entire Thai rom-com collection!
Wow!
Show-off.
Ooh! Excuse me, what's all this then?
It's Khon dancing.
A performance art where dancers tell a beautiful drama
of epic scale through intricate movements and expressive gestures.
Intricate movements? Expressive gestures? Drama? I'm in!
Whoo-hoo! This guy's good.
I love it here!
I wish Anne had told me about these earlier.
Oops! Heads-up!
Hey, new guy, join our team.
Hey, we saw him first.
Calm down, everyone. Plenty of Sprig to go around.
Moo Ping! Come get your Moo Ping here.
- Welcome back, Anne. - Nice to see you again, Anne.
What you got there, Mom?
Just returning a few dishes some of the community members lent me.
All right. It must've been almost an hour by now.
It's only been ten minutes!
That's it.
Sorry, Mom, but I have more important things to do today
than hand out samples.
Hey, Dr. Jan. It's me, Anne.
I'm at the Thai temple, but I'll be at the museum in 30 minutes tops.
Deploying drones.
Search and destroy.
Now, all I got to do is collect those frogs and avoid some parents.
First, a decoy.
Psst! I'll give you five bucks to pretend to be me for 45 minutes.
I don't see why not.
So you're gonna write me a check or…
Sprig! Hey, Sprig! Whoa!
Yes!
Wow! He is really good at that.
Looks like he's is having fun too.
Maybe he can give this one a miss.
Psst! Hop Pop! Psst!
Shh, Anne. This is silent theater.
Man, those two have really gotten sucked in.
And then I said, "I know you are, but what am I?"
What the heck?
I sat through Thai school for years and can barely string a sentence together.
It is sort of neat to see all three of them connecting to Thai culture like this.
I'll just update them after I see Dr. Jan.
Mom?
Anne? You're supposed to be at the stand.
Oh. Why, yes. You see...
You were sneaking out to visit your museum friend, weren't you?
What?
Okay, you got me. I don't believe this.
You really couldn't wait one hour?
Look, I already said hi to everyone.
Now I have to get to the museum
so I can get my interdimensional friends home.
It's super important.
So is this. We owe so much to this community.
Why do you think I'm returning all these dishes?
I don't know. 'Cause you had a potluck party?
No, everyone here cooked us meals
and took care of me and Dad for all those months you were gone.
Oh, I... I had no idea.
Wow. I feel like a jerk.
They were worried about you and us.
The community ran our stall here and sent us the money.
Even helped out at the restaurant.
And never asked for anything in return.
That's really cool.
It is pretty cool.
Huh? What are those things?
What's going on?
What? Drones? They must be from the robot.
- What robot? - Uh…
The robot is the name of the gossip blog those girls from school run.
They must have sent the drones to take more photos of me.
Just tell everyone they have to take cover.
I've got this.
Anne, we heard a blast. What's going on?
Looks like the robot sent some scouts after us.
We have to protect the temple and everyone in it.
- Right! - We're right behind you.
Mom, I told you to tell everyone to take cover!
This is our temple and our community.
When one of us is under a threat, we all are.
Yeah, be gone, Saint James Middle School paparazzi.
- Yeah! Yeah! - We've got your back!
All right, everyone!
Charge!
It's good!
Sample this!
Yeah!
All right, you evil bug bots, sample this too.
Anne's dad!
Sprig, kick me!
Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
Guys, your disguises. They've fallen off.
Uh, everyone, I can explain.
No, no, no. No need to know.
If they're your friends…
Then they are our friends too.
No matter how ugly they are.
It's funny, but it still stings.
They're talking about you two.
Wow! Thanks, you guys.
I don't even know what to say except…
Thank you so much.
Oh, that's so polite.
Man, middle school equipment is really advanced these days.
Well, hour's up. You're probably itching to get out of here.
I... I think I'd like to stay a bit longer.
I thought you had more important things to do.
Mom!
Just kidding. Just kidding.
Dr. Jan?
Sorry, guys, this couldn't wait.
It's just too dang exciting.
It's written in some kind of ancient language.
If only we could read it.
Wait. According to Marcy's notes, it says,
"Seek the Mother of Olms. She will guide you to your destiny."
That do anything for anyone?
- Not especially. - No, sirree.
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