(amphibia x female oc)

Hop luck

[frog being carried by a dragonfly soars through the sky.]

Frog: *Aah! Help! Somebody help me*

[Anne shows winter and Sprig and Polly a video on her phone.]

Anne: *And this bad boy is my kitty Domino.*

[Domino meows.]

Anne: *You guys would like her. She's got fire.*

Winter: *hm we that's nice I am a bird person myself*

Anne: *oh really i don't know you have a bird*

Winter: *there is alot of things you don't know about me anne*

Sprig: *Ooh!*

Polly: *Aw, she's so tiny! I feel huge!*

Sprig: *Hmm. I will... [pulls out a hammer] set her free!*

[Anne reclaims her phone.]

Anne: *Please stop doing that.*

[sizzling]

Anne: [sniffs] *Ugh! What is that? Did something crawl under the house and die?*

Winter: *oh my that worse than I had before*

Sprig: [sniffing] *Worse, Anne. Much worse. Hop Pop is cooking!*

[The kids return home; Sprig grabs the door handle.]

Sprig: *Brace yourself.*

Anne: *Brace myself for what?*

Sprig: *Aah!* [screaming]

[humming]

Hop Pop: *Mmm!*

[slurping]

Sprig: *What's the plan this year, Hop Pop? Poison the competition? [Hop Pop bonks him with his spoon.] Ooh!*

Hop Pop: *The plan is to win.*

Anne: *Win?*

Winter: *win what?*

Hop Pop: *The annual village potluck. Every year we frogs gather for a great contest. The family who brings the best-tasting dish is showered with love and copper coins. The family with the worst-tasting dish spends the night in...*

[thunderclap]

Hop Pop: *the shame cage!*

Anne: *Brutal.*

Sprig: *And guess which family ends up there every year.*

[all three sigh]

*Winter looks at Anne and nods*

Anne: *If you think I'm gonna let our favorite froggy family end up in a cage, you've got another thing coming.*

Winter: *we know that we're not technically a Plantars, but maybe we can help.*

All: *Mmm!*

Sprig: *winter Anne, we'd sure appreciate it.*

Anne: *So, what you making over there, Hop Pop? Sock gumbo?*

Hop Pop: *No, silly. It's a traditional recipe from my family's cookbook. We been using this baby since I was a pollywog.*

Anne: *Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. I think I found your problem, guys.*

[all gasp]

Anne: *Old things are dumb!*

[gulps]

Polly: *Oh, that makes sense.*