The family were all in a dark shaded alley next to a shifty looking wagon with fruits stockpiled high in it.
Hop Pop: Now kids, just 'cause we lost the family stand doesn't mean we can't sell our produce out of a janky wheelbarrow.
Anne: This... This is pretty sad.
Polly: Agreed.
Sprig: Ah, criminal activity. Excitement!
Sprig puts on a ski mask like a real criminal.
Y/N: Ahhh, this takes me back to my robbery days.
Hop Pop: Take that off! This is perfectly legal!
Hop Pop snatches away the mask and rips it in two.
Anne: Then why are we hiding in an alley?
Hop Pop: Um, stop asking questions and follow my lead.
He shiftily left the alley, looking around cautiously and tapped an old lady frog on the shoulder.
Hop Pop: Psst, lady. Wanna buy an eggplant? Huh?
Y/N: Is that how he gets girls in his bed?
The old frog turned around and Hop Pop and the old frog gasped in disbelief.
Sylvia: Hoppy!
Hop Pop: Wha-- Sylvia!
Anne: Hoppy?
Sylvia: Come here, you sweet potato.
Sylvia embraces Hop Pop in a tight hug.
Hop Pop: Uh... I thought you had moved away.
Sylvia: Yep, but I'm back in town. Now, let's take a look at your veggies.
Hop Pop was sweating and his skin was a deep shade of red as Sylvia picked out a gourd that resembled his head.
Sylvia: Oh, I'll take this one. I've always had a soft spot for the weird ones.
Hop Pop stammers his words as Sylvia goes into her purse and gives Hop Pop a copper coin.
Sylvia: Well, I better be going. Goodbye, Hoppy.
Hop Pop: Goodbye, Sylvia.
As Hop Pop saw her leave, he breathed a sigh of relief and his stammering and blushing stopped. His heart was still beating heavily.
Anne: Hop Pop, you dog!
Y/N: You old scallywag you.
Hop Pop: Huh?
Sprig: What's happening?
Polly: What's going on?
Anne: Hop Pop is clearly in love.
Y/N: Hop Pop and Sylvia sitting in a tree.
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Sprig: Whaaaat?
Polly: I didn't think that was possible. Old people can't do ... that.
Y/N: Trust me sphere, everything is possible.
Hop Pop: Am not! Okay, maybe a little.
Anne: Ohh! You should tell her how you feel.
Hop Pop: 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. Hmm. Kids, watch the wheelbarrow for a second.
Hop Pop leaves the alley and goes into the town centre to see a poster being put up on the billboard. Just them, another old frog approaches him, seemingly mocking his interest.
Anne: Who's that?
Sprig: That's Monroe. He and Hop Pop have been rivals forever.
Polly: Monroe wins at pretty much everything. Lawn bowling, shuffleboard, other old man activities.
Y/N: Well I hope he wins at dying first then.
Before they could continue watching, sirens and flashing lights came from behind them.
Sprig: Hop Pop, it's the fuzz! Everyone scatter! Aah!
As they went back to the Plantar house, Anne and Y/N went into the basement.
Anne: Hey, can you tell me what you think of this dance routine I've been thinking of?
Y/N nodded and sat on the bed and watched as Anne graciously danced around the room. As she finished, Y/N applauded loudly and whistled.
Y/N: Woohoo! Encore! Encore!
Hop Pop: What the?
Anne screamed and threw her shoe at Hop Pop as he startled her.
Hop Pop: Aah! Ow!
Anne: Hop Pop, what the heck, dude?
Hop Pop: Anne, I need your help.
Anne: What?
Hop Pop showed the two the poster he was inspecting earlier. It was about a dance event for all the frogs in town to get together and do ... whatever frogs do together.
Hop Pop: 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.
Y/N: Hey, like how the mating dance my mating dance does.
Anne: Huh. Never figured you for a hopeless romantic, Hop Pop. Let's do this thing.
Hop Pop: Hey, um, think we could keep this just between us?
Anne: You got it, HP. My lips are sealed.
As Hop Pop left to go upstairs, Y/N leaned into Anne.
Y/N: You're gonna tell everyone, aren't you?
Anne: You know me too well.
After a few moments, Sprig and Polly arrived cheering on Hop Pop.
Sprig: Whoo! Dance it up, Hop Pop!
Polly: Shake that booty!
Hop Pop: What happened to the zipped lips?
Anne: 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.
Y/N: Get some of that huge tongue on huge tongue action.
Sprig groaned loudly.
Polly: Oh, come on!
Anne: Ok, everyone shush. Lesson one. Footwork.
Anne tried to show Hop Pop some simple moves for him to replicate but he fails miserably. As he does, he lands on a fire ant nest and they all sting his booty.
Hop Pop: It burns! It burns!
Y/N: Attenshun!
The fire ants all stop and line up in a military like way and march down the ant hill entrance again.
Anne: Lesson two. Rhythm.
Anne began tapping a rhythm for Hop Pop to follow but he went out of rhythm, making Anne groan loudly in frustration.
Anne: Lesson three. Freestyle. Freestyle is expressing yourself in your own unique way.
Y/N: There's no way he can mess this up.
Hop Pop begins doing a crazy dance, similar to what an insane person may do. It was horrifying and disturbing to look at.
Y/N: Less hopeless romantic, more hopeless.
Hop Pop: Ta-da! Whoo! I gotta say, that's the first lesson I actually felt good--
Anne: Hop Pop, if you wanna win over Sylvia...Never do freestyle again!
It took some time but Anne taught Hop Pop some half decent moves he was able to perform.
Hop Pop: Here we go.
Sprig: Whoa! Yeah, Hop Pop!
Polly: Miracles happen!
Y/N: He might actually have a shot.
Anne: Nice work, Hop Pop. Or maybe I should call you "Hip Pop?"
Hop Pop: That reference means nothing to me.
Sprig: Guys, there's only ten minutes till the dance. Come on!
Anne: Oh, we gotta go!
They all went to the Dance Fever together and scanned the group of frogs to find Sylvia.
Sprig: I gotta say, as long as you're not being forced to date someone, dances ain't half bad.
Hop Pop: She's here! I feel like I'm gonna faint. Can frogs faint? I don't know anything anymore!
Anne: 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.
Hop Pop: Hmm! I got this.
Anne: Get it!
Hop Pop slowly and shyly approached Sylvia and tapped her on the shoulder.
Hop Pop: S-S-Sylvia? Uh...
Monroe: Sylvia Sundew! Would you do me the honor of this dance?
Anne: What?
Y/N: Monroe! The woman stealing geezer.
Sylvia: Why, Monroe. I'd be delighted.
Hop Pop: Sylvia! Dance with me instead!
Sylvia: Well, Hopediah.
Monroe: Him? Ha! He can't dance.
Hop Pop: I can dance better than you. I've been trained by the best, and I'm gonna take you down!
Monroe: Is that so? Then let's settle this.
Monroe and Hop Pop face each other growling as the family look on in worry.
Anne: Come on, guys. Hop Pop's gonna need backup.
Villager: Look over there.
Villager: What's going on?
Woman: Hopediah?
Man: It's a standoff.
Mayor Toadstool: Oh! What's this? It appears two stallions have taken to the floor and are about to battle it out!
The band starts playing some music and Hop Pop prepares himself for his dance.
Hop Pop: Slick. Here we go. Look out. Ha!
He dances quite well, wowing the audience a bit.
Villager: You know, that wasn't half bad.
Villager: Technically proficient.
They cheered for Hop Pop in a respectable volume.
Mayor Toadstool: A solid effort by Hopediah Plantar! But how will Monroe respond?
Monroe chuckled as he busted out moves 100x better than Hop Pop's. And the crowd cheered loudly.
Anne: Oh, no.
Mayor Toadstool: Well, looks like that's it for Hopediah. Unless he has something special or unique to show.
Sprig: Well, we did our best. And isn't that what counts?
Polly: What kinda loser talk is that?
Anne: I honestly don't know what to do. Monroe's just a better dancer.
Hop Pop: Well, then I guess I'll just have to express myself in my own unique way.
Sprig: Wait, you don't think he's gonna...
Anne: Oh, no. Hop Pop! Hop Pop!
Y/N: Yes Hop Pop! Do it!
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!
Band player: Uh, yeah. We've been hitting it, but okay.
Hop Pop does his horrifying freestyle dance infront of the crowd with gasps of horror coming as he performed.
Mayor Toadstool: Unbelievable! I ain't never seen moves like those. It's horrifying.
As Hop Pop finished, he was out of breath and posed dramatically.
Hop Pop: Ta-da!
Anne, Sprig and Polly all had their faces covered as the dance ended whilst Y/N watched Hop Pop in amazement
Anne: Is it safe to look yet?
Sprig: No idea.
Polly: Couldn't tell you.
Y/N: He did it! A true passionate mating dance! Way to go Hop Pop!
Monroe: Oho, yikes. Well, I think it's clear who the winner is.
Villager: It's Monroe.
Villager: Not even close.
Villager: Monroe does it again!
Monroe: Come along, Sylvia. No need to waste time with losers.
Hop Pop: Oh.
The main kids all sigh in defeat as Monroe had came out the clear winner by unanimous decision.
Sylvia: Oh, Hopediah!
Hop Pop: Huh?
Sylvia copies his moves, doing the same dance Hop Pop had done.
All: Ooh!
Monroe: Wha--She's as freaky as he is! The horror!
The two dance in a crazy tandem, horrifying the crowd at their unusual movements.
Woman: This is not for children's eyes!
Anne: Why? Why?
Mayor Toadstool: Okay! That's enough of that. Pack it up. Dance is over! Everyone go home!
The rest of the crowd leave in shock and horror and Hop Pop and Sylvia finish their dance together
Hop Pop: I don't get it. Why?
Sylvia: I have a soft spot for the weird ones, remember?
Hop Pop: [stammers] Ah, shame the dance is over. I could dance for hours with you.
Sprig climbs onto the stage and plays a smooth violin piece while Polly was next to him on the drums, resisting every temptation to go ham on it.
Hop Pop: Ahem, may I have this dance, Sylvia Sundew?
Sylvia: Why, yes you may, Hopediah Plantar.
As the two danced, Anne came up to Y/N rubbing the back of her neck, a small shade of red over her face.
Anne: Hey, umm, Y/N. Do you wanna maybe dance together?
Y/N: Huh? Oh, sure. But I'll tell you now, I'm mot very good.
As the two danced, Y/N smiled. His first dance with his best friend. That's what he hoped Anne was thinking too. He was just a best friend to her, right?