Frog Kingdom

Good morning, froggy frogs!

Another day on the job with the Froggy Olympics

just around the corner.

And would you look at that,

the city of frogs,

otherwise known as Frogville.

Anyway, I'm off, because I'm hosting

the Froggy Olympics, and this year's grand prize

is Princess Froglegs herself,

the most beautifully disgusting frog in the world.

Thank you, Your Grossness,

for letting me carry around this clipboard,

and acting like your errand boy.

Indeed, it brings me great joy to bring you the daily news

and tell all you about the not very interesting things

that are happening in the magnificent kingdom

that you shouldn't be worried about at all.

In the least, not one bit.

- Get on with it. - First off, preparations

for the Froggy Olympics are going swimmingly.

- What else is there? - One small thing.

Your daughter, Princess Froglegs, she's run off again.

But we'll get her back as soon as possible.

- Ew. - Where is she?

Ah, just a thought, maybe she's gone

because you made her a prize in the Olympics, maybe?

What? Go find her! Why are you here?

Um, uh...

I don't know.

Okay, girl, remember the plan.

We enter the Froggy Olympics as couple of dudes,

and when we win, I won't have to marry anybody.

Shh, quiet, Princess. Do you want to give us away?

Hmm...

Our plan is working.

Good. Now stay focused.

Whoa, the market is jumping today.

I heard they're even selling action figures of us.

- Where? - There!

Hello, dear!

We're all here!

There's Dad and Mom,

and you, my BFF.

Oh, that's my favorite.

Okay, we'll take 'em all,

- the whole set. - Sure.

My dad, my mom,

me, the inspector. Do you take plastic?

Hey, are you saying you're the princess?

Oops, I was just being silly.

Yep, we're just two dudes shoppin' for dolls.

Ooh, Froggy Vuitton!

Did you ever see such beauty...

- Ah. - Such style, such frogsmanship?

It's a good one, that.

Okay, girl, I must have this dress.

- You're gonna blow our cover. - Oops.

Boys don't wear dresses.

Get your wings here. Perfect for the big game.

Fresh grilled wings from across the pond.

- Get some before we eat 'em all. - Yum. Mm-mm-mm.

- I'll take one, Freddie. - Whoo!

Yeah, with my swamp water sauce.

Ugh, disgusting.

Yum, swamp water sauce.

- Be right back. - What about staying focused?

Mmm, this calls for a taste test.

Tastes good if I do say so myself.

And I do.

Ooh, he's cute. How much?

Don't be ridiculous.

Get lost. Thelma's not for sale, buddy.

Mom, he just called the fly...

- Duh, that's her name. - Can I pet her?

Hey, kids,

- the fly's name is Thelma. - I want it now, Mom.

I'll give you $2.50 for Thelma.

- No, no, no. - I got 3 on it.

- Uh-uh, no way. - 2?

- Mm-mm, stop. - 2.50?

- Wo4? - $500!

Um, 5.

This place is crazy. Come on, Thelma, let's take off.

Burrito?

What's in this so-called burrito?

Eh, better not to ask.

Make way. Coming through, VIP.

I am Prince Froggy Ababwa.

And that's a nice fly you got there.

Here we go again.

Did you know flies are the breakfast of champions?

Not happenin', Ababwa.

Well, hello there, juicy girl.

Get in my belly,

so I can win the princess in the Froggy Games.

You'll never win her... The princess or the fly.

Don't contradict me.

You're no match for Prince Froggy Ababwa!

Now say you're sorry to Thelma.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm sorry.

- I'm not sorry. - Whoa.

- That was just a lie. - Ha!

Oh, are you seeing this?

You goin' down, frog!

Too slow.

So sorry.

So romantic.

That one's fighting for his beloved house fly, heh.

- See you later, alligator. - The other just one wants to eat her for breakfast.

Let go of Thelma! Now!

Fly! Fly like the wind!

My victory breakfast! Guards, get that fly!

We'll get it for you, Prince Ababwa.

Boogaloo, pass it! I'm open!

Out of my way, chubby bubby!

All you, Freddie.

Right down the line.

Whoa!

Watch out!

Excuse me.

There he is! Go!

Double-axle spinneroo,

and the crowd goes wild!

You're no prince. You just got a fancy hat.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Let's not be next. Time to get you out of here.

Wait.

- Boogie, here. - I got it.

Aw, man, Thelma's gonna have a monster headache tomorrow.

Here goes somethin'.

He hops...

He scores!

Yes!

Take that, Ababwa!

- What? - Okay, I will.

Looks like we got ourselves a little Mexican frog-off.

Hand over the fly,

or fish boy goes swirly down the toidy.

Put me down!

Swirly swirly.

Down the toidy.

Let go! Put me down!

Olympic victory,

it's so close, I can taste it!

Ha ha, the prince is crying.

My breakfast of champions!

Bye bye, frogmeister!

After them, Speedy!

Let's go... Whoa!

Whoa!

Go!

Whoa, that is quite a hyperactive turtle.

What's wrong, homefrog? Try and keep up!

There they go!

Froggies and gentlemen,

welcome to the Froggy Olympics Preliminary Games.

What are you lookin' at?

Back off, frogger.

Out of my way, green eyes.

Whoa, you're froggin' huge!

What the...?

Wow.

Camera really does add ten pounds.

Homefrog's totally climbin' on your...

- Keep going! Keep going! - Nice!

Lily pads!

It's so humiliating.

I think you're the prize, you know,

for the Froggy Olympics.

The disgusting princess loves me.

I know, I told you that.

The putrescent princess loves me.

Why do you think I left?

You drive me crazy. You never listen.

I know, we'll enter the games ourselves.

Duh, that's why we're here.

- Uh, we better win. - Relax. And remember

you're a dude, so be dudey.

If I have to marry one of these losers,

my life will be doody.

Hello, pretty boy.

Singing up for the Froggy Games, I presume?

Please just draw pictures of yourself.

Well, that's actually pretty good.

No arms?

Froggies and gentlemen,

welcome to the Froggy Olympic Games!

And this year's champion, who wins the entire games,

will also be given the honor of marrying my daughter,

Princess Froglegs!

If we could find her.

And so, with no more blah, blah, blah,

let the qualification round begin!

All right, froggies, I want a clean frog fight.

Froggy Balboa starting off strong.

Well, you know what they say.

The bigger they are, the harder they

punch you in the face.

- Yeah, I did it! - And by an extremely

unfair weight classification,