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[water bubbling]

[toads croaking]

[toad sniffs]

[croaking]

[Pliny exclaiming in delight]

This is incredible!

What's going on?

Why are the grubs attaching to the toads?

I'm not sure. I built this swamp lab

to find out, but bailed because of the smell.

[toads croaking]

Thank you so much for taking me out here.

That was our agreement.

One full day of a unique island phenomenon,

in exchange for your cooperation.

[exclaims]

Oh, boy! They are rank! [gags]

[inhales deeply, gags]

[excitedly] Oh, yeah, these guys reek!

Now it's time for your end of the deal.

-Sign this. -Hmm?

[Dr. Lullah] Standard Non-Disclosure agreement,

You agree to never speak of the video you discovered!

I don't know why you're ashamed.

-Shh. -It was just an accident.

Sign the document.

Everybody makes mistakes.

[sighs] Not me.

Not anymore.

I was this close to becoming

Miss Trinidad and Tobago's Powerlifting Queen of 1993.

But my hands sweat mixed together with my muscle oil

and I lost my grip.

[crowd exclaiming]

[crashing]

[crowd screaming, exclaiming]

No, no, no... [exclaims]

-No! -[crowd exclaiming]

It was my first and last humiliation.

I erased the minds of everyone in that room

and stole the tape.

So, as far as the world is concerned,

it never happened!

And I'd like to keep it that way.

So, sign... this!

Yeah, but you promised

we could spend the whole night here.

And my lawyer has advised me

not to sign anything until the deal is done.

Your lawyer?

Ugh.

Merian...

[♪ dramatic music playing]

I'm on your side!

Have you or a loved one

been the victim of an unwanted human leg graft?

In two days, when the migration is over,

the leftover grubs will boil in the sun

and explode into goo.

It's good for the plants.

So that little grub... it's doomed?

I hate doom.

I'm gonna go observe it some more.

[snoring]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[snoring]

-[crackling] -[exclaims]

Awake!

Pliny, time to sign.

-Pliny? -[toads croaking]

[Dr. Lullah] All right, Pliny,

no more hiding.

It's time to sign-- Ahh!

Good morning. [chuckles]

Get that thing out of here!

But you said the sun would turn her into goo.

We gotta keep Pudding inside

until she can pair of with a toad tonight.

-Pudding? -Yeah, it's her name

because she's sweet and also because she's full of--

You are signing this and we are leaving immediately.

We can't leave.

-Pudding will die. -[crashing]

It's a bug, Pliny, and that's what happens.

Nature is full of exploding animals.

But she just needs a little help.

-Listen, you're young. -[crashing]

You feel bad and want to help everybody.

But when you're older, you'll understand.

You won't feel bad,

and you won't want to help anybody.

No! I'm not leaving until this Pudding has a toad!

And I certainly couldn't... [clears throat]

...sign anything

when my hands are busy helping the grub.

Ugh, fine.

This is your last chance, anyway.

The toad migration ends tomorrow morning.

And clean all this up!

Affirmative, ma'am!

[door slams]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[toads croaking]

[grunts]

Hmm.

[grunts]

Mmm.

[Pliny grunts]

Hmm.

[grunts]

Hmm.

[grunts intensely]

[screams] Whoa!

[Pliny straining]

Oh, enough already!

Sign the form and let's go!

[Pliny] I'm not signing that form

until Pudding has a toad!

Forget the grub!

We're leaving... now!

[Pliny] Okay... But it sure will be embarrassing

when all the mutants see that tape.

Well played.

But you'll never get a toad like that.

I'm helping.

-Really? -Get your goggles.

[Pliny] Oh, yeah, Pudding!

Come on!

[♪ upbeat instrumental music playing]

[Dr. Lullah exclaims in frustration]

We're not accomplishing anything.

We've just got to try harder.

You need to know when to quit!

Just say you hate the grubs

and want to leave because they smell bad.

Ugh!

I don't hate them!

Besides, Pudding doesn't even smell bad.

Pudding doesn't smell bad...

[both] The toads don't like her because she doesn't stink!

We have to make this grub stickier!

-Time for science! -[♪ dramatic music playing]

[music stops]

How much longer do you think she has to be in the trash?

-Thirty to forty minutes. -Okay.

-[♪ dramatic music playing] -[both] Science!

[toads croaking]

So many toads surrounding her.

Pudding would be beating 'em back with a stick

if she could hold one. [chuckling]

[toad sniffs]

[croaks]

What's happening?

She stinks so much.

C'mon, Pudding. C'mon!

There's only one left.

[sniffs]

-[croaks] -[Pliny exclaiming]

Aw.

[Pliny sighs]

Pliney, you like science, right?

Yeah, love it.

And we've done good science here today.

Yeah, I had a blast.

So you accept the empirical conclusion

of the data we gathered?

-Of course. -Toads don't like this grub.

I don't accept that.

Pliny, we've tried everything!

It is time to let this go!

The sooner you accept

that the world is an uncaring place,

the sooner you will stop caring about it.

And the sooner we can get on with our lives.

Tomorrow morning you are signing this thing

and we are leaving!

Capisce?

Capfffft.

[Pliny sighs]

Humph.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Awake! Hmm.

Spotless.

Good.

[stretching, grunting]

Huh.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

[Pliny grunting]

Pliny?

-Ugh. Unbelievable! -[Pliny panting] Ah, Pudding.

How did you get so much poopier, honey?

Pliny, this is deranged.

[sighs] What do you care?

You got your document.

You can go home.

-[grunting] -Are you kidding?

It's an hour drive through the touclam habitat.

[squelching]

[shudders]

I'm not taking that trip twice.

Now, leave it!

The migration is over.

That grub is as good as goo.

[Pliny straining]

[sighs]

This is a lesson, kid.

You can't help everyone.

I know, but...

I can help this one.

[sighs]

All right.

You want to see how this ends?

[spits]

[grunting] Let's see how this ends!

[grunting]

Dr. Lullah, you're still super strong!

I trained twice as hard now as I ever did before.

I told you I'll never be embarrassed again--

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

-[panting] -Look!

[toads croaking]

Quick! Let's find Pudding a toad, before it's too late.

Wait. The toads are just delivering them to the pond.

Why?

What do they get out of it?

Who cares? Just put us down!

Go on, pudding.

Fulfill your genetic programming.

Looks like Pudding didn't need a toad after all.

Yes, she did. You were the toad.

We were the toad.

Nope. It was definitely you.

All that matters is that Pudding is happy.

[explosion]

[Pliny screams] Pudding!

Yeesh!

I'm sorry, kid, but...

This is an important step

on your path to not caring about anything--

[both screaming]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

-[Dr. Lullah] Incredible! -[Pliny] Woah!

[Dr. Lullah] It seems the toads

bring the grubs to the pond

to complete their life cycle

just out of the goodness of their hearts!

Have I been too callous my whole life--

[both gagging]