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[theme song playing]

[frogs croaking]

[chattering]

Now kids, just 'cause we lost the family stand

doesn't mean we can't sell our produce out of a janky wheelbarrow.

This... This is pretty sad.

Agreed.

Ah, criminal activity. Excitement!

Take that off. This is perfectly legal.

Then why are we hiding in an alley?

[chattering]

Um, stop asking questions and follow my lead.

Psst, lady. Wanna buy an eggplant?

Huh?

[gasps] Hoppy!

Wha-- Sylvia!

Hoppy?

Come here, you sweet potato. Uh...

I thought you had moved away. [grunts]

Yep, but I'm back in town.

Now, let's take a look at your veggies.

[stammering]

Oh, I'll take this one.

I've always had a soft spot for the weird ones.

[stammers]

Well, I better be going. Goodbye, Hoppy.

[stammers] Goodbye, Sylvia.

[sighs]

Hop Pop, you dog! Huh?

What's happening? [Polly] What's going on?

Hop Pop is clearly in love.

What? I didn't think that was possible.

Am not!

Okay, maybe a little.

Ohh. You should tell her how you feel.

[sighs] I wish I could. But you saw how I was back there.

I have trouble even putting sentences together.

I wish there was another way to let Sylvia know how I feel.

[hammering]

Hmm. Kids, watch the wheelbarrow for a second.

-[hammering] -[chattering]

Dance Fever!

With family fun, shenanigans!

Romance! Tonight from 6:00 p.m. till... Hmmmmm?

Hmm.

Been a long time since I've danced with someone.

Might be nice to feel the embrace of a man.

[chuckles] Mom.

[stammers]

Huh?

Huh? Ooh!

Ha-ha!

Classic, gullible Hopadiah!

Oh. Hey, Monroe.

Who's that? That's Monroe.

He and Hop Pop have been rivals forever.

Monroe wins at pretty much everything.

Lawn bowling, shuffleboard,

other old man activities.

You're not seriously thinking of going to this thing, are you?

Wouldn't want to embarrass yourself like last year's barn dance fiasco.

[laughs] See you around, old-timer.

Oh, we'll see about that, Monroe. We'll see.

[whistle blowing] Huh?

Hop Pop, it's the fuzz!

Everyone scatter! Aah!

[punching sounds]

Can't dance, huh? We'll see about that.

Looks easy enough.

Sorry, Sylvia.

And a-one, and a-two and--

[shouts]

[sighs] Looks like it's hopeless.

[bass pounding] What in tarnation?

[pop music playing]

Anne can dance?

[shouts]

Aah! Ow!

Hop Pop, what the heck, dude?

Anne, I need your help.

What?

That's why I'm begging you. Teach me your ways!

I can't tell Sylvia how I feel, but maybe I can show her by dancing with her.

Huh. Never figured you for a hopeless romantic, Hop Pop.

Let's do this thing.

Hey, um, think we could keep this just between us?

You got it, HP. My lips are sealed.

Whoo! Dance it up, Hop Pop! Shake that booty!

What happened to the zipped lips?

Couldn't help it. This is just too juicy!

Besides, when I'm done with you, you and Sylvia will be locking lips by the end of the night.

[both groan] Oh, come on!

Lesson one. Footwork.

[upbeat music playing]

[shouts] [music stops]

[shouts]

It burns! It burns! [screams]

[Anne] Lesson two. Rhythm.

[taps rhythmically]

[taps off-beat]

[Hop Pop] Ow!

[Anne] Lesson three. Freestyle.

Freestyle is expressing yourself in your own unique way.

[upbeat music continues]

-Huh? -[Hop Pop grunting]

[caws] Ta-da!

Whoo!

I gotta say, that's the first lesson I actually felt good--

Hop Pop, if you wanna win over Sylvia...

never do freestyle again!

♪ Sylvia I'm gonna win your heart Babe ♪

♪ When you see my froggy booty On the dance floor ♪

♪ Sylvia, you're tugging At my heartstrings ♪

[Hop Pop grunts] Here we go.

♪ Taking it out On the dance floor, babe ♪

-[Sprig] Whoa! Yeah, Hop Pop! -[Polly] Miracles happen!

Nice work, Hop Pop.

Or maybe I should call you "Hip Pop?"

That reference means nothing to me.

Guys, there's only ten minutes till the dance. Come on!

Oh, we gotta go!

[dancers chattering]

[gulps]

I gotta say,

as long as you're not being forced to date someone,

dances ain't half bad.

[gulps] She's here!

I feel like I'm gonna faint. Can frogs faint? I don't know anything anymore!

Hop Pop, calm down.

You are the king of this dance floor!

You walk right up to that lovely lady and ask her to dance.

Hmm! I got this.

Get it!

[clears throat]

S-S-Sylvia? Uh...

[Monroe] Sylvia Sundew!

Would you do me the honor of this dance?

What? [both gasp]

Why, Monroe. I'd be delighted.

[gasping]

Sylvia! Dance with me instead!

Well, Hopadiah.

Him? Ha! He can't dance.

I can dance better than you. I've been trained by the best, and I'm gonna take you down!

Is that so? Then let's settle this.

[applause] [gasping]

The drama.

Come on, guys. Hop Pop's gonna need backup.

Look over there. What's going on?

-[woman] Hopadiah? -[man] It's a standoff.

Oh! What's this?

It appears two stallions have taken to the floor and are about to battle it out!

[rhythm builds]

Slick.

Here we go.

Look out. Ha!

You know, that wasn't half bad.

Technically proficient.

[cheering]

[Mayor Toadstool] A solid effort by Hopadiah Plantar! But how will Monroe respond?

[chuckles]

[all gasp] Oh, no.

Hold tight, now.

Watch me now.

[loud cheering]

Well, looks like that's it for Hopadiah.

Unless he has something special or unique to show.

Well, we did our best. And isn't that what counts?

[shouts] What kinda loser talk is that?

I honestly don't know what to do.

Monroe's just a better dancer.

Well, then I guess I'll just have to express myself in my own unique way.

Wait, you don't think he's gonna...

[gasps] Oh, no. Hop Pop! Hop Pop!

Sylvia, I don't think I'll ever be able

to tell you how I feel about you.

But I can show you. Hit it, boys!

Uh, yeah. We've been hitting it, but okay.

[sighs]

[caws]

[caws, gags]

-Unbelievable! -[dancers gasp]

I ain't never seen moves like those.

It's horrifying.

[hooting]

[screams]

-Ta-da! -[everybody gasps]

Is it safe to look yet?

[Sprig] No idea. [Polly] Couldn't tell you.

Oho, yikes.

Well, I think it's clear who the winner is.

-It's Monroe. -Not even close.

Monroe does it again!

Come along, Sylvia. No need to waste time with losers.

Oh.

[all sigh]

[Sylvia] Oh, Hopadiah!

-Huh? -[Sylvia grunts]

[grunting, humming]

[gurgles] Ooh!

Wha-- [all gasp]

She's as freaky as he is!

The horror!

[croaking]

This is not for children's eyes!

Why? Why?

Okay! That's enough of that.

Pack it up. Dance is over! Everyone go home!

[panting]

[both laugh]

I don't get it. Why?

I have a soft spot for the weird ones, remember?

[stammers]

Ah, shame the dance is over. I could dance for hours with you.

[smooth violin]

Ahem,

may I have this dance, Sylvia Sundew?

Why, yes you may, Hopadiah Plantar.

May I have this dance, madame?

Thought you'd never ask.

[violin continues]