Chapter 5 - "Mad Love"
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Yes, tea! That's my trade!
- Quincy Endicott's health tea. - Your tea sounds good.
Never touch the stuff myself.
- Bleh. Me either. - Yes!
It's all for the money! Yes, the money takes my mind off
my troubles ... the deep soul-crushing loneliness.
Yes, the more money I make, the
bigger my mansion gets, the more lost I feel.
Why, this house is so big,
I sometimes don't even know where or who I am!
Yeah, well, I'm glad your
nephews here were able to pay a visit.
- Yeah, yeah! - Yes, what a ... what a
pleasure it is to have company ... a perfect pleasure.
A perfect pleasure, lads! A per... yes, yes. Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah! - # Perfect pleasure, Heather...#
Um, Beatrice, w-why are you pretending I'm
- this guy's nephew? - We need money.
- You're scamming him? - I was thinking more like
- flat-out stealing from him. - What? No way.
Why not? We already stole a horse.
- Hey, guys. - No, we didn't.
Fred's a talking horse. He can do whatever he wants.
I want to steal.
- What?! You guys are bonkers. - If we're going to Adelaide's,
- we need two cents. - Mm-hmm.
Well, you guys do what you ... two cents?
- Only two cents? - Yeah, we need two pennies
to take the ferry to Adelaide's pasture.
Come everyone! Let us retire to the parlor
and enjoy my unnecessary excess of wealth and luxury.
Well, maybe he just has some
loose change somewhere he wouldn't mind us taking.
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-Hmm. - Hmm.
Behold, nephew, the majesty of wealth!
Ooh!
What was that?! Uh ...
What's wrong unkie Endicott? Your forehead is all sweaty.
M-My nerves. My ... my ... my ner...
my nerves are a bust these days.
How come?
Uh, yes, yes. Maybe it would be ... be good to ...
to talk to someone. Well, y...
Actually, it all began one day
when I was exploring my exceedingly large and
labyrinthine manor here. I happened upon a section of
the house I didn't even recall building.
Isn't that funny?
Must've been the old wing. But it was lit in a rather sort
of eer... eerie ... eerie light. And I pressed on, and then I-I
saw the painting of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,
and that's when things took a rather strange turn.
From that day on, I was obsessed with the woman in the portrait.
She con... consumed my every thought.
I'd fallen in love ... ... with a ghost.
Ohhhh.
- It's too big. Get a grip. - Oh, I must sound crazy,
mustn't I? Perhaps it's time for you all
to leave my treasure-filled home.
- No! - Yeah, unkie!
- I want to see the ghost! - Ohh, how I long to see her
- just once again, as well, yes. - To the painting!
Yes. Yes.
- Ooh, boy! Ghost hunt! - Fred, go with them.
- Buy me some time. - While I'm at it, I'll steal
other stuff, too.
We're supposed to just be
- looking for loose change. - That's what I'm ...
Oops. That's what I'm doing.
Well, let's try not to break any more ...
- Gah! - Oh, hey.
Hey, you didn't check the armoire.
Endicott's back. Hide!
- Is that the portrait? - No.
Look, w-w-why don't I-I just tell you when we
- reach the portrait. - Okay, what's the matter, unkie?
You seem tense.
You know me well, nephew. Yes, the truth is
- I'm frightened. - Of a ghost?
- Ghosts are just floaty things. - Oh, no, no, not afraid
of the ghost. I mean I'm afraid what ...
What ... what if there is no ghost?
What if I'm on the ... on the ... on the ... on the brink of ...
hmm ... madness. Maybe the doctors were right.
Come along, boys! Back to the parlor.
The parlor? What would anyone go
the parlor for? There's nobody in the parlor ...
certainly nobody after your money.
Yeah, no giving up now, old man.
- It's got to be a ghost! - But h-how can you
- be so certain? - 'Cause I really, really want
- to see a ghost ... really bad. - Oh.
- Whew. - Okay, I think they're gone.
- Beatrice? You there? - Bah! Yes, smart guy.
Start searching for change.
Uh, I can't see anything in here.
Well, I-I don't think these coats have pockets.
Check the lining. Maybe somebody sewed money
- into the fabric. - Nope.
- Do people even do that? - I've done it on my clothes.
You wear clothes?
Like a little bird vest or something?
- Or little bows? - When I was a human, fool.
You used to be human? Did I know that?
- I-I don't think I knew that. - Jiminy Cricket!
Let's just find some coins, all right? Open the door.
It's stuck. Well, guess we have to spend
- some quality time together. - Help!
The greenhouse.
This is where I grow my camellia for testing new teas.
Perhaps we should savor the ...
the quiet tranquility of this ... this place.
Ghost!
I can't do it!
Uncle Endicott, it's just a funny chicken.
Yes, o-one of my prize-winning roasting peacocks.
Yes, with all this love in my brain, I, uh, forgot
to feed them. It's almost as though
- I've lost my mind. - We can look for that after we
find our ghost. Heave-ho!
Yes, yes. Heave-ho.
Into the abyss... never to return.
Um, anyone want to go back to the parlor?
- Hey. Are you still there? - Yes, Wirt. I'm still here.
- So, how did you become a bluebird? - Hey, what's that?
- Don't change the subject. - Hmm.
There's a breeze coming
- out of here. - Oh, yeah.
- Whoa! - What?!
A secret entrance! So, about your dark secret.
Hey, how about you tell me your dark secrets instead, huh?
My secrets are too secret. Hey, look. Light.
Whoa. Now who's avoiding the question?
- You. - Fine.
I threw a rock at a bluebird, and it cursed me and my family,
and now we're all bluebirds. Happy? Now you go.
Whoa. Y-Your whole family?
- Yeah. - Is that why you're going
- to Adelaide's ... to fix things? - That was the plan, but ...
Yeah, that was the plan.
- It'll all work out. - All I know is I am never
going back till I can make them human again.
I'd do pretty much anything.
All right. My turn, huh? Okay.
Well, it's weird to admit it, but, well, I-I have this
- crush on this girl. - Mm-hmm.
- That's all. - That's all?
And I think about her a lot, and I play clarinet.
- Wirt! You got to be kidding me. - And I secretly whisper
poetry to myself in my room at night.
Wirt, that stuff's not weird. Those are just ...
well, the poetry thing is weird.
But those are just character traits.
- You played clarinet? - Sort of.
- What else do you do? - I don't know.
Uh ... hey. Does this room look different to you?
- Uh, how so? - It's like French-rococo style.
That doesn't really seem in line with Endicott's
- Georgian sensibilities. - How ... what?
Who on Earth am I talking to right now?
Should I not know that sort of stuff?
Endicott probably just built it without thinking, right?
Or ... whoa. Yeah. W-What if the ghost he was
talking about was actually...
This is the room where ... the room where I first saw her.
- Whoa! Just a bedroom? - Just a bedroom, my nephew?
This is the chamber of mine own
true love, and here she stands, hovering above us
- like the blinding sun. - Hmm. No ghost?
- No ghost? Then I am... mad. - Don't be mad.
Hey. What's this suspicious
- mess over here? - It looks like there was
a struggle ... a violent struggle.
What are you implying, my equine friend?
Nothing, nothing. I'm just ... Endicott is a crazed lunatic
who did away with the lady of the house and is now
- pretending to own the place! - What?!
Who do you think you are, making accusa... I see it now.
You're after my money. Do you know what I did
for this money ... t-the things these filthy hands have done
- to make this money?! - I'll never steal again,
I swear. I'll get an honest job.
- And what say you, nephew? - Uh, I'm confused.
Well, then ...
She comes for me!
Wait, unkie! Face your fears!
Mr. Endicott? Are you all right?
Psst! Ghost.
What do you want with me, spirit?
Spirit? But you're the ghost.
My lady, I assure you I am flesh and blood and I ...
I welcome you to my home.
Your home? Good sir, you're in my home.
- Impossible! - Look here. You see?
This is my camellia garden for my tea company.
Margueritte Grey?! Why, with all due respect,
- madam, this is my tea garden. - Quincy Endicott?!
Your guys' mansions are so huge they're actually connected.
So you ... you mean that beautiful ghost
- was really just... - That dashing specter was really just...
My business competitor?
Well, Greg, my boy, I can't
thank you enough for helping me to face my fears.
You're a ... you're a sweet boy with good sense.
Take this penny and start your fortune.
And here's one from me, as well.
Hey, nice. Now we can ride the ferry.
Well, everybody, I think it's time we head to
Adelaide of the pasture, the good woman of the woods.
Uh, what about you, Fred? Are you coming with us?
No, thanks. I've got a real job now as
- an official tea horse. - Well, then I guess that's it.
- Off you go, the lot of you. - Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
And don't forget to buy Endicott brand tea.
Hey, Wirt. You did good back there.
- Yeah? - You got a lot more going
for you than I thought. Huh?
Greg! Our pennies! Why did you do that?!
'Cause uncle Endicott pegged me all wrong ...
I've got no "cents," no "cents" at all.
Chapter 6 - "Lullaby in Frogland"
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Yeah! Whoo!
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 ♪
Boy. Finally going home.
Hey, what's with Beatrice?
I don't know. What's with George Washington
being naked?
- What? - All the other frogs are dressed up nice.
He's an outcast, and he's cold.
- 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.
Come on, George.
You're a manly frog, and you need some socks.
Huh?
Uh-oh. It looks like we're in trouble.
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!
Sorry!
Tadpoles! Your babies!
Good day, gentle...
Good day, gentlemen.
We ... I ... must be going now to join the band.
- Wirt, drum me! - Okay.
Ow! Ow, ow! Ow! Ow, ow!
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!
Okay, everybody.
- Act natural. - Drum me! Drum me!
- I said, "act natural." - It is natural! I'm a drum!
Wirt, drum me!
- Drum me in the face! - Okay! Okay! Shh!
Don't draw attention to us!
Whoa!
- Whoa! - No bassoon player.
Uh-oh.
Dog, those frogs really love the bassoon!
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.
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!
Uh...
- Wirt? - Yeah. Here we go.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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 ♪
- Shh! - Uh...
♪ 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 ♪
I knew you were special.
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?
I call that mud over there!
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.
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? Well, I don't know if I'd say,
- "hero," but ... - Do you think that I could
be a hero, too? Huh?
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.
Beatrice.
- Greg, wake up! - Huh?
- Beatrice took off! - What?
- Come on! - Mmm.
- Come on, Greg! - I'm coming.
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?
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.
- Wirt! - Close the door!
- I'll catch my death of cold! - What's going on?
- You shouldn't be here. - Adelaide?
Welcome home, children.
Huh?
- 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.
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?
Wirt? Greg?
Greg! Wirt!
It wasn't what it looked like! I was just ... please come back!
Ohh.
- Hmm. - Wirt, what about Beatrice?
Hmm. I shouldn't have trusted anyone.
Huh?
Benjamin Franklin!
Hurry it up, Greg.
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