Living in a Frog World (Male OC x Anne Boonchuy)

Part 2: Chapter 8: Tales of Newtopia: Part One: Full Tour

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Outside Newtopia, the robot that had been following the humans and Plantars to the capital city sat on a patch of grass, waiting for them to come out again. It waved its arms, shooing away a flock of seagulls that had been pooping and climbing on it.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the city, Frank, Anne, and the Plantars decided that today was gonna be the day that they took a tour around the great city. And what better way to do a tour than with a tour bus? Well, Marcy was with the king trying to find more information on the music box that brought her and her friends to the amphibian world, they took the "Just look{don't touch} Newtopia Tours" bus, which also acted as the shell of a hermit crab that was pulling it like a chariot.

With the intercom microphone in hand, the tour guide said, "Welcome, ladies and gentle-phibians, to a safe uneventful afternoon of touristy nonsense. It may not be as eventful as other tours but did I mention it's safe?"

Needless to say, it was boring. And no one was more bored than Frank, Anne, and Polly. The humans and pollywog sat together in one see while Sprig and Hop Pop, who was wearing a cheese hat, sat across the aisle from them.

"So what did we learn today, girls," Franked asked with a frown.

"Never let Hop Pop pick the activity," Anne and Polly, simultaneously.

"That's right."

"Look kids, we've got a few days to kill before King Andrias reveals his findings about the music box," Hop Pop told the kids, holding a pamphlet. "And what better way to spend that time than learning?"

Frank, Anne, Sprig, and Polly groaned at the thought of being stuck in the tour bus, not being able to get out and see the city for themselves. A sentiment that was amplified when Anne looked out the window at the various food vendors outside, being sold, and bought by various newts of varying shapes, sizes, and colors. Looking extraordinarily alien to the human girl as she saw all of the fruits, meat, bugs, and worms being sold.

"Oh, wow, what's that place," she asked.

The tour guide, however, rushed in and yelled, "Look away!"

"Why," asked Frank.

"Imminent danger."

Polly complained. "But imminent danger is the best kind of danger."

"Now then," the tour guide said, walking back up to the front of the bus, "what's the most important thing to do when visiting Newtopia? Any guesses?"

Anne raised her hand. "Ooh, ooh! Eating like a local? Looking like a local? Partying with the locals?"

"Nope," the guide said. "It's getting to know the city from a safe distance. Like on this bus."

"Such wisdom," said Hop Pop in admiration.

Anne sighed and leaned back in the long seat. "This is just like when I'd go traveling with my mom," she grumbled.

"You mean that time you visited the Grand Canyon?" Frank said, still trying to wrap his mind around why her family wouldn't go see the Grand Canyon if they were already there.

"That was my dad, but she was the same way we went to Thailand. When I was a little girl, I saw all the delicious and awesome food that they were serving, but mom said that my California stomach can't handle it," Anne said, upset as she placed her hands and face against the window. Frank then heard whimpers of sadness. "She...She said...I can have carrot sticks...and trail mix..."