[Wind rushing, pastoral music playing]
[Steam whistle blows]
[Mid-tempo music plays] [Frogs croaking]
[Snoring]
[Steam whistle blows] [Pop]
Ha ha! Ha ha!
Yeah! Whoo!
Ha ha! Ha ha!
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 ♪
BOTH: ♪ She is where we will go ♪
♪ To Adelaide, Adelaide ♪
♪ Come on and join the Adelaide parade ♪
♪ Adelaide, to Adelaide ♪
♪ We're going to Adelaide's house today ♪
[laughs]
Boy.
Finally going home.
[Sighs]
Hey, what's with Beatrice?
I don't know.
What's with George Washington being naked?
[Fanfare plays] What?
All the other frogs are dressed up nice.
[Both croaking]
He's an outcast, and he's cold.
[Wind gusts]
Feel these cold feets.
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.
[Gasps] Come on, George.
You're a manly frog, and you need some socks.
[Croaks] [Whistle blows]
Huh? [Crowd murmuring]
Uh-oh. It looks like we're in trouble.
[Gasps] 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! - Aaaah!
[Whistle blowing]
[Flies buzzing]
Sorry!
[Blowing continues]
Tadpoles!
Your babies!
[Tadpoles crying]
[Crying]
[Blowing continues]
Hmm.
Good day, gentle... [clears throat]
[Deep voice] Good day, gentlemen.
We... I must be going now to join the band.
- Wirt, drum me! - Okay.
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!
Oof! Oof! Oof!
[Instruments warming up] [Grunts]
Okay, everybody. Act natural.
Drum me! Drum me!
I said, "Act natural."
It is natural! I'm a drum!
[Mid-tempo music plays]
Wirt, drum me!
Drum me in the face!
Okay! Okay! Shh!
Don't draw attention to us.
[Frogs croaking]
Whoa!
[Flies buzzing]
Whoa!
No bassoon player.
Uh-oh.
[Frogs croaking angrily]
Oh, dog, those frogs really love the bassoon!
[Croaking continues] 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.
[Gasps] No, Greg's right.
You should play it.
Go ahead. You'll do fine.
You play instruments, right?
Yeah, but a 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!
[Croaks]
Uh...
[croaking continues]
- Wirt? - Yeah, yeah. Here we go.
[Bassoon honking and squeaking]
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 bulrushes swaying ♪ [Greg laughing, beating drum]
♪ 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 ♪
[all gasp]
[Gasps] [Whistle blows]
ALL: 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 ♪
GREG: Ahh. I knew you were special.
[Steam whistle blows]
[Frogs croaking]
- 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?
[Gasps] I call that mud over there!
Ha ha ha! 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.
[Growls] Plus, Greg was around.
He would have embarrassed me even more.
BEATRICE: 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?
[Frogs croaking]
[Gasps]
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.
[Wind blowing]
Beatrice?
Greg, wake up!
- Huh? - Beatrice took off!
- What? - Come on!
Mmm.
- [Breathes deeply] - WIRT: Come on, Greg!
I'm coming.
[Banging] [Coughing]
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?
[Imitating coughing] 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... I'll go help my family.
[Gasps] Wirt!
Close the door, or I'll catch my death of cold!
What's going on?
You shouldn't be here.
Adelaide?
Welcome home, children.
- Huh? - Huh?
BOTH: Aaah!
- Beatrice, wh-what... - I...
But I... 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.
- [Grunting] - What are you doing?!
Ohh!
The night air is poisonous!
Breathe it in, lady.
Wirt, Greg, let's go!
The deadly air!
Whoa! Jeez! She wasn't kidding!
It's fresh! Ohhh!
Huh? [Hinges creak]
Wirt? Greg?
[Coughing]
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.
- [Croaks] - Huh?
Benjamin Franklin!
[Croaks]
Hurry it up, Greg.
[Wind blowing]
[Mysterious piano music plays]