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Listen up, soldiers.

The Marauders have intercepted our latest shipment of weapons.

How could they?

Sorry. Marauders?

A gang of dirty, anarchist frogs

who don't work for Andrias or the rebellion.

They hijack caravans, raid villages for scraps

and are basically a huge, unwashed thorn in my side.

Can't we just smack 'em down?

There are too many of 'em to take head-on.

Bingo.

So, we're gonna sneak into their camp and steal our stuff back.

- Diabolical. - Thieving from the thieves?

I love dramatic irony!

Croaker, you and your team come up with the battle strategy.

Me and Anne are gonna go grab the gear.

All right, you miserable layabouts, listen up.

Uh, hey.

Before we start, does anyone want a Post-it note?

Can't have a good meeting without Post-it notes.

Okay, here's the plan.

Loggle and Maddie, you're with me.

Wally and Toadie, you're on offense.

We keep the pressure on until Anne and Sasha are out with the goods.

Now gear up. We leave in three!

Um, Mrs. Croaker?

As much as I'd like to be on offense with Wally,

I'd be much more comfortable as the...

Lookout! Again?

Toadie, this is our team's sixth mission,

and all you ever wanna do is organize the meetings and be the lookout!

It's what I'm good at!

Direct physical confrontation, not so much.

Oh, my gosh! I blew up Maddie!

You wish. Sup?

Listen, Toadie. The world has changed, and we've had to change with it.

Don't you wanna step out of your comfort zone,

become something more than

the vest-wearing pencil pusher you've always been?

But my comfort zone is so comfy.

Well, I think you're capable of so much more.

Nope! Back to the comfort zone!

It's quiet.

Too quiet.

Who cares? Let's get our stuff and go.

We got you.

They fell for it. Get 'em!

Shoot! Head for the rendezvous!

That was clo... Oh, no!

Where's everybody else?

The others got caught! We gotta get back down there.

Absolutely not.

What? Why not?

We might just get captured ourselves,

and the resistance can't lose both its leaders.

Then what do we do?

Just wait. Croaker's team is pretty tough.

There's a chance they'll escape on their own.

Fine. What should we do till then?

We'll train.

Well, well, what do we have here?

Barry? The candy man?

You run the Marauders?

Dang right, I do.

Turns out I've got a sweet tooth for anarchy.

What are you gonna do with us, you sicko?

We're going to sell you sugarplums to Andrias's army.

They pay extra for resistance frogs.

You help Andrias?

What are you, insane?

Look around you, toots.

The whole world is insane, but that's suits us, don't it, Brian?

I used to be a tax accountant.

Now I drink the blood of my enemies and eat dessert for breakfast.

See? Turns out the end of the world is sweet!

Well, nothing left to do but accept our fate.

Anyone want a Post-it note for their will?

No! I'm too beautiful to die!

Get it together! Here's the plan:

I'll get a guard's attention and take him out.

Maddie, unlock the cell.

Toadie and I will take the Marauders on the ground

while you all get the stolen weapons.

Then Wally blasts us an exit.

- Got it? - Got it!

Uh, Mrs. C.?

Fine! Toadie, you're the lookout!

Now let's do this.

Excuse me, youngster.

I'm a little confused. Where am I?

Back off the bars, lady. You're in Marauder jail.

Now, if I've been helpful to you, can you please fill out this comment card?

G-G-Guys. Incoming. Incoming.

- Uh, come on, Toadie. - You can do this.

Excuse me, sir, but I am going to ask you kindly

to please stop what you are doing.

Hey, that wasn't so har...

Shut up, tadpole.

Oh, that's not good.

Haven't we waited long enough?

We've gotta get down there.

Come on, Anne. It hasn't even been 30 minutes.

Give it a little more time.

Easy for you to say.

What do you mean by that?

I-It's nothing.

On your left.

I knew I should have stayed in the old comfort zone.

Instead, I made things worse.

Oh, man. She's out cold.

- We need a plan, and we need it now. - So what do we do?

I could craft dolls to curse the Marauders in a few hours or days.

What if we just did a bunch of push-ups to get the brain juices flowing?

I've got it. Just get me to the boomshrooms.

- And then? - That's it.

Just get me to the boomshrooms. What were we talking about again?

I just need a strand of their hair!

I knew I should have brought me own boomshrooms!

- I've got a barrel of them. - Or a toenail.

Um, guys. Only one speaker at a time.

You can't be productive, if you're not organized!

Guys. Guys!

Aw. Look who it is. The tadpole.

You having a good time?

Ooh, what do we have here?

No!

And thanks for the souvenir.

That is it!

Croaker was right!

It's time for a change.

Time for me to be uncomfortable!

Oh, not again.

- Wow. - He's possessed.

Forget organized and productive meetings, we just need to get it together.

Loggle, let's put those muscles to good use.

Start digging!

Maddie, you navigate us to the stolen weapons.

Wally, when we get there, you will use a few boomshrooms

to cause a distraction so we can get away!

What about you?

Me? I'm the lookout.

As in look out for my fist!

I'll be the guy who makes sure this all goes according to plan. Got it?

Yes, sir!

Enough with the slapping!

Ach, it's kind of hard to tell where we're going.

Look, Anne, I'm telling you, we just have to wait.

Wait? My friends are in trouble, and here we are sparring.

That's because we can't risk...

Getting captured. I know. I get it.

And I know they're just soldiers to you, but to me they're everything.

Anne, it isn't like that.

- What was that? - That's our cue.

Come on. It's go time.

What the…

When you're in a meeting, bring some pens and notepad!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, gumdrops! Not again!

Get back here, tadpole!

I'll be taking this back.

Whoa! Toadie! Where'd you get those moves?

It's actually how I dress the mayor every morning.

Now, let's go!

Boink!

Wow, Toadie. Great work out there.

Savage stuff.

Thanks, commander.

Huh. Impressive, Toadie.

I always knew you had it in you.

- Not me. - You kidding?

I'm still in shock.

Wow. You were right. Looks like they could handle themselves.

Hey, uh, about what I said back there…

It's okay, but believe me, I do care about these frogs. A lot.

We've been through some serious stuff together when you were gone.

But being in charge means making tough calls.

And sometimes you have to stop

and remember to have faith in the people around you.

You taught me that.

Thanks, Sash.

Aw, man. They took all our stuff. Even our food!

This couldn't possibly get any worse.

What are we gonna eat now?

Holy…

All right, team. We've been on a roll lately.

Destroying factories, taking down Marauders…

…but don't even think about celebrating.

All of this is barely a dent in Andrias's armor.

And if we don't act fast, he'll be ready to invade other worlds soon.

We need an actual plan. Ideas, go!

What if we had free bagels Fridays and Mondays?

Oh, you mean to defeat Andrias?

Oh! I almost forgot.

While we were back home, we saw this old vase with Amphibian writing on it.

Let's see. It says,

"Seek the mother of Olms. She will guide you to your destiny."

Cryptic. What's it mean?

We don't know.

But we found this message on Earth, so it must be important.

I'm sure if we find Mother Olm, she'll have all the answers.

All of this isn't much to go on.

Plus, no one's seen an Olm for decades.

We have!

Lysil and Angwin.

The Olms that almost ate us in Quarreler's Pass.

Huh. Anyone know any friendlier, less-murderous Olms?

I don't know.

Murderous Olms it is.

Never thought we'd be here again.

Hey! That wasn't there before.

Ugh. Yikes. Go low, Joe.

So, how do we get these Olms to come out?

Ow! Hey! Cut it out!

Yes, good! Whine louder!

Hey! It's those squabbling frog siblings.

This time we're going to actually eat you.

And your little friends too!

Sure. Go ahead and eat us.

We'll just carve our way out of your stomachs.

Whoa. Okay. Point taken.

Literally.

We just wanna talk to you.

Do you guys know the Mother of Olms?

How do you know about Mother Olm?

You dum-dum! Now they know we know her.

You're the dum-dum!

Hey, guys, focus.

Sorry, sorry.

Mother Olm is the oldest, wisest Olm in the world.

Keeper of ancient secrets and prophecies.

She lives in our homeland, the subterranean city of Proteus.

Can you take us there?

We could, but it would be pointless.

Olms are famously suspicious of outsiders.

They'd never let you inside.

Plus, we're sorta banished.

What? Why?

One time we were on night watch and, well, we started arguing.

Because we were distracted, a swarm of troglobites snuck past us

and nearly destroyed Proteus.

Not our finest moment.

Wait. They threw you out after one mistake?

That's totally not fair!

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Well, the fate of Amphibia may rest on us finding the Mother of Olms.

If you take us to Proteus, you'd have a hand in saving the world.

Then the Olms would have to take you back, right?

No, probably not.

But we don't have anything better to do, so…

That's the spirit. Ish.

What are these?

It's how we communicate.

Cool! What does it say?

"Steve's a jerk"?

Come on. We're almost there.

Welcome to Proteus.

- So cool. - Amazing!

Halt!

Lysil, Angwin, what are you two doing here?

You're exiled.

You brought strangers?

Ooh, Parisia is not going to like this.

Parisia?

She presides over Proteus.

Is she a warm, sweet-natured Olm who will help us any way she can?

You're about to find out. Now move.

Sprig, what did you do?

It wasn't him.

Mysterious earthquakes have been wreaking havoc on the city for weeks.

Water is being diverted,

tunnels have become blocked, sunlight has even seeped in.

Sunlight? No!

Have you gone out to investigate the cause?

Or asked the surface dwellers for help?

We can't go above ground. We'll burn alive.

Plus, we don't associate with your kind if we can help it.

Indeed. Insularity is how we Olms survive.

Fewer friends, sure. But also fewer foes.

I am Parisia. What do you want, outsiders?

We've come to see Mother Olm.

Mother Olm? How do you know...

You two! I should have known you were involved.

For bringing outsiders here, you shall be punished severely.

You should be thanking them.

King Andrias is gonna destroy Amphibia if we don't join together and stop him.

That's none of our concern.

We will thrive down here as we always have.

By keeping our snouts out of other species business.

It's probably that giant drill we saw.

Andrias must be mining for something.

Got to be iron ore.

Proteus is built on a huge deposit of it.

He must want it to build more war machines.

A giant drill? War machines?

Preposterous.

These natural tremors are nothing more than common earthquakes.

Makes sense to me.

But what about the sunlight? How do you explain that?

Silence! Guards, dispose of these outsiders.

- What about us? - Give us a second chance!

No second chances.

This is the Olm way.

And stay out.

Hey. I know what it's like to make a huge mistake you regret.

I'm still fighting to make up for it.

And I hope you won't give up either.

- We'll try. - Easier said than done.

The drill!

It must be getting close to the city.

We have to do something!

Come on. I know a shortcut to the surface.

Phew. You didn't say the shortcut was full of stank beetles.

Don't worry. You'll stop smelling in five days.

Or was it five years?

All right, team. Attack plan epsilon.

What about us? We wanna help too.

The sunlight's too strong. Just wait here. We got this.

All right, Plantars. Let's go.

Reaching Proteus in ten, nine…

- This thing's on autopilot. - …eight, seven, six…

Everyone try to find a way to shut it down.

Oh, crud. It needs a password.

Any guesses?

Try 12345!

Eh, worth a shot.

Five, four, three, two…

Ugh! We're out of time.

It sounds like they're in trouble.

We can't just sit here.

Finally something we agree on. Come on!

For Proteus!

Lysil, Angwin, what are you doing?

What we have to.

- Angwin, you ready? - Ready!

Hold fast, Lysil!

You too, Angwin.

It's coming down. Run!

Everyone okay?

Lysil? Angwin? Oh, no.

Guys, are you okay?

I can't believe you dove into the drill like that.

It was the only way to save the city.

Proteus will always be our home.

Even if we don't live in it.

Gonna be real hard to deny the existence of that drill now.

- This doesn't prove anything. - What?

How do I know you didn't fake this?

Look at Lysil and Angwin.

They nearly killed themselves to protect you and your dumb city.

Did they? Maybe they injured themselves on purpose

to make it look like they protected us.

- Yeah. - That's right.

You two, get these outsiders out of our city.

You are the biggest moron I have ever met!

Excuse me?

Whoa. Sash, I don't think that's a good I...

I don't care anymore, Anne!

Lysil and Angwin bent over backwards to prove they deserved a second chance.

But this snooty despot and her crummy town aren't worth it.

Come on, guys.

If these idiots wanna perish in denial, that's their business.

Let's get out of here.

Don't worry, you two.

If this city won't have you, Wartwood will.

- We will? - Not so fast!

You dare insult Parisia, the guardian of Proteus,

who has ruled over the city for thousands of years?

Impressive.

You've all got guts.

Especially the fur-clad one.

I haven't been yelled at like that for about 500 years,

and it kinda shook me up.

I don't know what's going on topside,

but maybe it's better to be safe than sorry.

You shall meet Mother Olm.

Hang on. What about Lysil and Angwin?

Ugh. Fine.

They shall be granted access to the city.

- Yes! You won't be sorry! - Yay!

Under constant supervision.

Oh, that's lame.

Oof. Oh, okay.

- Thank you so much. - We appreciate it.

Yes, yes. Don't make me regret it.

Now then, follow me.

Mother awaits.

Baby!