Chapter 7: Cracking Mrs. Croaker

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??? 1#: Hi, Sprig. Thanks for your help in the tea shop the other day.

Sprig: No problem, Felicia. I had a tea-rrific time.

Felicia chuckles

Felicia: Oh, come here, you little charmer.

Sprig laughs

Felicia: Oh, look at you. Okay, bye.

Sprig: All right, see ya.

??? 2#: Hiya, Sprig.

Sprig: Heya, Jerry.

??? 3#: Top of the mornin' to you, Sprig.

Sprig: Lookin' good, Patrick.

??? 4#: Buongiorno, Sprig.

Sprig: Hey, all right!

Anne: Wow. People around here really seem to like Sprig.

Polly: Yep, he's always been something of a town favorite.

Sprig makes a Kawaii-like face.

Mark: At my home, you were lucky if no one knew you.

Anne: Why?

Mark: You don't wanna know.

Mark makes a traumatized face

Polly: Those big eyes and goofy grin are hard to resist.

A horn honks

Sprig: Hey-hey! Here comes Mrs. Croaker. Hi, Mrs. Croaker!

Mrs. Croaker zooms right past without saying hi.

Sprig: Heh. This thing broken?

Anne, Polly: Hi, Mrs. Croaker!

Mrs. Croaker: Well, hello, Anne. Polly.

Polly giggling

Sprig starts panting

Mark: Hey Mrs. Croaker

Mrs. Croaker doesn't respond.

Mark: Eh?

Sprig: Hi, Mrs. Croa...ker...? That was weird. Guys, you aren't gonna believe this, but...I don't think Mrs. Croaker likes me!! Or him or whatever.

Anne: Huh. So what do you think Hop Pop's making for dinner tonight?

Sprig: How could she not like me? I'm Sprig. The fun Plantar!

Anne: Don't worry about it, dude. It's okay if one person doesn't like you.

Mark: I'm happy I'm not liked. So no one really knows me.

Sprig: You know what, Anne, you're right. This is not okay.

Anne: That's literally the opposite of what I just said.

Sprig: Looks like it's time to crank up the charm on this widow.

Mark: Please stop.

He holds the door open for Mrs. Croaker on the way out of the store.

Sprig chuckles

Sprig: After you, m'lady. What?

Frog: Oh, hey. Thanks so much--

Mark: Sheesh.

Sprig tries to grab Mrs. Croaker's groceries from her

Sprig: Wait. Uh, let me help you with that. Whoa!

Sprig crashes

Sprig: No, wait! Mrs. Croaker, come back.

Sprig sobs

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