Sub-Zero and the Amphibia Season 2

Chapter 16: Little Frogtown

Baskins: "There I was, about to split the case of the century wide open. The person behind it all was right behind this chair, and it was my job to deliver justice with my fists."

Polly/Sprig: "Ooh!"

Hop Pop: "Whoa."

Anne: "Aren't these old detective films the greatest? It's like a normal movie, but no one talks out loud and everybody loses in the end."

Hop Pop: "I love it. Just a hard-boiled guy tryin' to right wrongs, without any of that fancy color nonsense getting in the way."

Sub-Zero: "Hop Pop, shouldn't you be focusing on driving?"

[honking]

[brakes squealing]

Hop Pop: "All right, kids. We're here."

Anne, Sub-Zero, Polly, and Sprig: "An arcade."

Anne: "Totally worth it."

Polly: "You're the best Hop Pop who ever hopped."

Hop Pop: "What? No, no, no. We're going there."

Anne: "Boo!"

Sub-Zero: "That places is terrible!"

Polly and Sprig: "Aw, Hop Pop."

All: "Ow".

Hop Pop: "Shush, youngsters. Have a little respect. This is Sal's. Sal was like a brother to me. We've been friends since the old ways were just "the ways." He was so good at making sandwiches, he decided to relocate to Newtopia to make the "buko dolares." Oh, kids, how I've dreamed of those sandwiches. That lightly toasted bread, the fresh green lettuce, the thin yet supple slices of roast beetle, and finally... the sauce. Tangy, zippy, and just plain amazing. Oh, lordy!!"

Anne: "Whoa. Sounds like that you really need to be alone with this sandwich, HP."

He laughs

Sprig: "Zing!"

Hop Pop: "Hush. I promised myself if I ever made it to Newtopia, I'd swing by for one of those sweet, sweet sandies. Now, come on, gang, who's ready to revisit the glory days?"

Sprig: "Hop Pop, this looks really important to you. And the four of us would never want to get in the way of something so person..."

Hop Pop: "You wanna go to the arcade, don't ya?"

All: "Yes, please."

Anne/Sub-Zero: Uh-huh?

Hop Pop: "Fine. Play your newfangled games. But it's that attitude that's causing tradition to be left in the dust...

He coughs and sighs

Hop Pop: Guess what, Sal? It's your old pal Hope...

He gasps

Hop Pop: What the... Wha... What happened here?! Sal? Sal?!

He strains

Hop Pop: Sal's trademark fedora. But he never went anywhere without it.

He thinking

Hop Pop: Sal would never leave his shop unattended. Something happened here, something bad.

He light buzzes

Hop Pop: This was foul play, and it was my job to get to the bottom of it.

Hop Pop: I just wish I had some kind of clue. What's this? Blood? No, sauce. People were always asking Sal for his secret recipe. Offered to pay big. But he said family tradition was more important than a few copper coins.