Anne is voted Frog of the Year, now having to throw a party for them all she vows to make it the greatest Wartwood has ever seen, creating a slew of problems in the process.

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Today was no day like any other, it was one that every frog in Wartwood was looking forward to.

The reason for that was because it was the much-anticipated Frog of the Year award announcement, Leo had already been given the full deep dive on it's entire history, that was definitely needed from Hop Pop and was not the least bit imposing.

Sprig had given him a much more dieted take on it. Being that all the frogs of Wartwood each take a day to vote on whoever they thought best embodied the values of the town.

Leo had actually participated in the voting portion of it, but had put none, if any effort on who he actually thought deserved it, Hop Pop had just managed to catch him off guard and drag him out of the house. Which he was originally spending on researching Earth via all of the magazines Anne had brought along with her otherworldly transportation.

Said dimensional traveller had been outwardly listening to her music and was completely oblivious to what they were spouting on about, "Eh. I don't really need to think about it right? Does it matter who wins?" She asked, turning to her froggy best friend.

He nodded in return, "Yep, whoever does get the title of Frog of the Year has to throw the biggest, funnest, most outrageous party Wartwood has ever seen!"

"Overdramatic much," Polly quipped, boredom seeping into her voice.

"And funnest isn't a word," Leo criticized realizing no one really cared, "Wait, who won it last year?"

"Mrs. Croaker. You wouldn't believe it, but that women can sure throw a cracking party!" Hop Pop answered, just now reining Bessie into parking. Leo didn't hear the rest of whatever he was saying, starting to imagine what it would've been like.

Up on stage, the rotund mayor of Wartwood approached the podium, the once rowdy crowd quickly simmered down as soon as they noticed the note in his hands, "As you all know, the Frog of the Year is chosen for being the most selfless, noble yadayada know the rest. Let's just open the letter and found out who it.." Pausing for a brief moment to unpeel the slip, the toad gaped at what he was reading, "Well, this can't be right, it says Anne Boonchuy."

Anne stood bewildered as the rest of the town cheered in celebration, she was honored to be chosen as Frog of the Year, but a tad nervous as to why she had been picked and what she was even supposed to do with this information.

Awkwardly getting up on stage, she felt a strange amount of pride surge throughout her chest at all of the adoring cheers, it was certainly a switch-up to how the townspeople had treated her for the few weeks since she'd begun living there.

She'd really come a long way.

Leo crossed his arms, not anyway disgruntled by the outcome just a tad surprised by the sheer number of frogs that were cheering for her, Anne was truly a member of Wartwood now, but as much as he was proud of her, much like a friend would be. He couldn't help but wonder if he was accepted like that, or even could be.

He knew the frogs didn't hate him, well he was partly if not mostly sure they didn't, but had they just grown used to him or did they actually like him as they did her. This wasn't the time for him to be dwelling on anything like that, he couldn't be feeling sorry for himself just because he hadn't succeeded. Leo really wasn't the type to get all riled up and jealous just because he hadn't gotten something; he saw no point in doing that.

Toadstool was the most adamant on Anne being Frog of the Year however, berating the town for even entertaining the idea of her being chosen, "If you let her be Frog of Year, then the party'll be ruined, it's supposed to show the frog's selflessness and we all know that Anne is far from it!"

She only viewed it as a challenge however, scoffing at the mayor's claims, "Just you wait! I'll throw the biggest Frog of the Year party that it'll blow your mind!" Anne declared.

None of them seemed fazed by her announcement, most even seeming a little bit scared, "Uh, that's a good thing, trust me," In return, they all cheered in applause. Toadstool was still unimpressed with what she'd to say.

"I'll be looking forward to your party burning down in flames."

Watching the altercation take place, Leo let a sigh escape his mouth, "This definitely won't lead to anything down the line."


As soon as all of them arrived back to the house and parked Bessie in Leo's once humble abode, Anne had somehow already drawn a fully detailed plan of how the entire party was supposed to plan out. It was impressive sure, but they had only been home for a few seconds, "This is impossible, how did you do this?"

"You don't get it Leo, as a teenage girl. Being challenged to throw an amazing party is a rite of passage for us, I won't let Toadstool get the better of me!"

"Dedicated. Let's see what you got."

Nodding, Anne further delved into her plan, ignoring Sprig's words on just enjoying her own party, "Look, every party ever in existence has to have at least three factors to make it amazing, entertainment, exclusivity and spectacle!"

Most of the Plantar family got the gist of what she meant, but Leo sat on the couch meticulously studying what Anne was saying, almost as if he was reading a book, taking several mental notes no matter what nonsense might have been coming out of her.

"Regarding entertainment, Hop Pop I dub thee master of ceremonies," Anne bestowed a microphone onto him, all he could respond with was an array of incoherent sounds, "I've been waiting for this day my whole life!"

"Polly, you'll be the exclusivity. In charge of who gets into this party and who doesn't," With that, she dropped a guard-gate at the pollywog's flipper, a look of power forming in the tadpole, it was already guaranteed that she was going to abuse it to her heart's content.

Finally, when it landed on Sprig, Anne gave the greatly disappointing reveal that for her spectacle of the party would be his confession, "Eh, do I have to?"

That jogged Leo's memory, ironic that he was still forgetting some recent events. If he recalled correctly, Anne had told him the entire apparently 'complex' story of Ivy and Sprig, with how she originally tried to get them together; it didn't work out, but by the end of the night the pink frog had fallen in love with her.

Leo understood the reasoning, but not all of it entirely. Some part of him just wasn't able to fully grasp the concept of love, how could it be so concrete that two people would stay together and have such strong emotions with one another.

Shrugging it off for now, Leo politely raised his hand like a school kid would, "And me? Anything I can do," He asked, in his own deadpan way.

Anne gave him a look as if he was speaking a different language to her, "What do you mean dude, you'll be my second in command, think of it as my executive party planner, besides if you've lost your memory than this'll technically be your first ever party, so I've gotta make it the best thing in the world!"

For some reason, Leo found himself getting excited, he was actually looking forward to it.


Much later, the preparations were already in motion on the Frog of the Year celebration. Stumpy was preparing his vast amount of food, and Thai specialties due to Anne's own interference on the restaurant. Not to mention the giant, wooden statue of Anne as the center piece of the party, one that Loggle had crafted himself.

Leo was helping some of the other frogs on decorations, easily carrying a table over with him, earning a few striking gazes, some impressed and others a little intimidated.

He was shimmied over by Anne, as the apparent 'executive' as she had described him, he was tasked with giving his second opinion on everything, no matter what it seemed to be, "Alright, HP let's see what you got."

"Okay, what do say about the snail who went on a diet?" Hop Pop paused to give the joke some kind of effect, "He's a shell of his former self!" The universe could swear that a drum set could be heard when he finished.

"Pfff," Leo slipped out a snicker beginning to smile, clasping his hand of his mouth and returning to his docile looking demeanor, "I mean, I think the jokes work."

Anne kept quiet on his slip up, smugly grinning back at him, "There a little soft, but...just keep working on it you know."

Next was Sprig, who, at least to Leo looked as if he was about to perform some kind of drama piece, standing like a statue in front of a scarecrow creation of Ivy, "So, what'cha got Sprig how's the confession gonna go?" Anne asked giddily, stars may as well have been glimmering in her eyes.

"I'm planning to have it go something like this," Sprig sounded confident, however as soon as it actually came around to the confession portion, he ended up fumbling on his own words, taking a single step forward and collapsing straight into the doll, splitting her to bits.

"That's how your supposed to confess to someone you like? Don't really see the appeal to be honest," Leo commented, earning a sharp elbow to the stomach.

She was definitely the most frustrated out of all of them however, nothing was going as it should be. How could she have the biggest party that Wartwood had ever seen if everything involved with it was collapsing before her eyes.

"Wait, Polly stop!" The tadpole didn't pay it any mind, swinging the poles as if they were nun-chucks. Leading to them smacking into a group of frogs carrying crates, toppling them over in a domino effect and smashing them all.

Watching all of it, Toadstool cast his judgement to alongside Toadie, "What I say, this is gonna be the worst Frog of the Year party yet.."

That was the last straw, Anne blew the short fuse that wasn't working all that hard not to be lit, "Loggle, I'm sorry man but you need to redo that statue!"

"You serious!" The axolotl groaned back.

"Stumpy, I don't care how you do it but get me some Sashimi," The bushy-haired girl downright demanded, slamming her fist down onto the table. Stumpy was left confused on what Sashimi even was.

Leo and Sprig couldn't help but glance at each other, worried as Anne continued on her rant, "Tear down these decorations, and replace with brand-spanking new ones! And just where is my chocolate fountain!"

"Anne..." Sprig began.

"...Chill," Leo finished, using the slang that she would use.

All they got in return was a look of death in her eyes, being all she needed to keep them quiet, "You might think I'm taking this too seriously, but it's not enough. Get hopping people, there's no time to waste, go, go!" Anne bellowed, throwing her clipboard up into the air and back down at the ground.


Night rolled in, with what would usually be a dark, silent evening at Wartwood, where all frogs would be fast asleep, it was now replaced with a lively, lit up black sky, music was raving up and about the town, the Frog of the Year party had officially begun.

Polly sat proudly at the front of the line, bobbing her head up and down to whoever could enter the party, "Sorry Wally, but it's a no."

The hillbilly frog sunk where he stood, "Nah I'm just kidding, in yah go!"

"Yay validation!"

Enough frogs had arrived for Anne to make her grand debut, her usual frayed brown hair was slicked to the side, complimenting the pure white suit she'd had borrowed; to finish it off was the purple sash around her shoulders.

"Welcome my friends, to the best Frog of the Year party ever!" On her announcement, the scale of the venue came into view, with a giant wooden statue of Anne performing a dance move that she had explained to Leo as 'trendy' back home.

He hated it the second his crimson eyes had glazed over the abomination.

Fireworks sparked off in the sky, a DJ was off to the side remixing the best music that Amphibia had to offer and in the middle of it all was a towering, unmissable chocolate fountain that was up to scale with the statue itself.

Leo was gobsmacked and he'd helped in most of the construction, especially the fountain, that had been utter hell on his teenage back, he was supposed to be young and not have the bones of Hop Pop.

"Gotta say you were a little too dedicated, and kind of annoying. But you really did pull it off, your amazing," Leo complimented, picking up some 'juice' as Anne had put it; clearly lying to herself over the fact that it came from a bug.

"Blunt as ever I see, it was a lot of work but I'm glad a pushed everyone to do it, I've gotta be the best Frog of the Year after all!"

"A lot more devoted than I am, these frogs all hated you when I first came here; look at the difference now," Leo added, tasting the drink pausing for a second, "Oh, that's good."

Anne felt warm all of a sudden, averting eyes with him out of sheer embarrassment, 'Of course, Leo doesn't really what he's saying to a girl...'

Turning her flushed face to something/anything else. She now began to take notice of the utter disarray her party had devolved into.

Whatever fish that Stumpy had fished out of some lake was now chasing after a line of frogs, seconds away from swallowing them whole. Hop Pop was fumbling on every joke that came out, and there wasn't a single one that was landing and Sprig had given up on asking out Ivy a while ago, now frozen stiff.

At the dance floor, two frogs timidly stepped onto it, "But I don't know how to dance," They said, now even more confused

"C'mon you guys, it's like this!" Anne attempted to demonstrate, but performed what could only be described as her having a seizure of sorts.

"Must be the violet lights," Leo gurgled, already halfway through a drink, "But seriously, Anne we need to do something about this, someone could get hurt."

"Bet you regret saying that I was devoted to this party now, right? Some selfless Frog of the Year I turned out to be.."

She tore the sash that was wrapped around her and rubbed it against the dirt, a pained look wiped right across her face, her lip trembling, "Then let's make it right, someone's got to wrangle up that fish, right?"

Before Anne could agree, the self-made statue of herself snapped off and was set ablaze by some of the performers, streaking it along the draped down purple curtains, the sullen look she had on her face twisted into a horrified one as it only grew bigger.

Shifting her gaze, Anne picked up and dusted off the sash, "Leo, while I get the fish you find a way to douse out the fire, I'm counting on you!" She declared, charging atop and over the fountain, steering the live fish in the right direction.

Toadstool was picked up soon after, "I'm gonna need your help, I can't pick up some of the frogs like this.."

The toad was about to deny the claim, claiming that she was spouting nonsense, until she shot him another glare, "Fine, Boonchuy. Just because I need the votes."

Whilst they were at it, Leo beelined up the hill of chocolate; reeling the nozzle that was used to dispense it all, "Anne! I'm just about ready, you got everyone?"

The answer was clear enough once he spotted her barreling towards him, the entire population of Wartwood behind her, whirring the hose everywhere; spraying chocolate all over the town properly dousing out the flames.

Finally, the chaos had subdued and the fish they had all been sat on collapsed, either from exhaustion or the simple fact that it was out of the water and probably dying from dehydration.

Leo licked some of the chocolate that wasn't already stuck to his now tattered suit, it was the same he'd worn when they'd helped Hop Pop to dance.

"Uh! Seriously why did any of you vote for me!?" Anne exclaimed, once more throwing aside her sash, pulling the leaves from her hair, clenching her fists as she did, "What kind of Frog of the Year am I, I almost got you all killed!"

Leo had an instant knee jerk reaction to speak up, but was stopped by a pat on the leg from Hop Pop, "...Anne, we didn't vote for you because your perfect, why would we. Being Frog of the Year demonstrates your selflessness, and since you started here just a few months ago, you've changed so much, you're not the same person you once were."

Sprig's head bowed up and down like a blur, "Yeah, the Anne back then would never have admitted to being in the wrong!"

"And now no one thinks you wanna eat them!" Polly added.

Exhaling and throwing his arms up in defeat, Toadstool relinquished the now dirtied sash, wiping it off so the title could still be read, "You're still Frog of the Year Boonchuy, there's still a party that needs to be thrown," he said confidently.


Leo had to admit, this felt like Wartwood.

Instead of fireflies trapped inside bubbles, the levitated about freely, helping the cozy atmosphere that the much toned-down party was. There was no DJ, giant fountain or even a statue in commemoration of Anne.

Frogs were dancing with one another to the calm, somber music. Stumpy was selling his now edible food and Polly and Hop Pop were leaving Sprig, Anne and Leo to their own devices, now sat on a lone bench on the outskirts of the party.

"Sorry I made you confess to Ivy, you do that when your good and ready bud," Anne smiled, gently placing her hand on his shoulder.

Sprig agreed leaning back against the chair, "Yeah, I'll do it. But only when I'm good and ready."

Right on cue, Ivy appeared out from nowhere, a sheepish aura about her, "H-Hey Sprig. S-So I was thinking that you know...would you wanna..." Taking in a deep breath she started again, "Do you wanna go out with me."

Even Leo perked up at the surprise confession, he didn't doubt that she might've liked him but with everything that had transpired, he simply wasn't expecting it.

Nothing was more priceless than the look of whimsy she had, not even bothering to try and hide it, "You know what this was stupid, don't worry about it," Getting two nervous for her own good, Ivy was about excuse herself, but Sprig got in her way.

"Ivy wait. I'd love to," He muttered out a response, hiding his now red face beneath his mask.

Leant of the table, Leo smiled as Sprig happily dancing with her; not a care in the world, "I don't get it right now, but I'm happy for him."

"What love? My magazines and earthly knowledge have been useless to you," She feigned being dramatic earning a laugh from the two of them.

"I'm surprised the Frog of the Year can't even explain it to me, I must be unchangeable," Leo dryly joked, accidently worrying the girl sat in front of him.

"What do you mean? You realize that you've changed as well Leo, the fact that you can ever joke around with me like that is proof enough. Besides, you were my executive party planner, may as well be my Frog of the Year stand-in," Anne clarified, not doing the best job at what she was trying to say.

Leo internally cringed at what she'd said, but smiled as he understood the gist of what she was saying, "You think so, I haven't noticed all that much."

"Just think, even if you sound the same and still do some of stuff you did when you got here, that doesn't mean you don't argue with some of us now when you have something to say. Not to mention that couldn't read a room's atmosphere even if you were given the book outright; although you are a little blunt sometimes..." Anne admitted sheepishly, not realizing how her words had resonated with the other human opposite her.

"Thanks, I guess I've got to be better then," He gave another genuine smile, his face leant against his hand, about to collapse off the table.

'Right, he's not the kind of person who can stay out too late.'

Staring at the half-asleep Leo, who was blinking in out of consciousness, fighting to stay awake; her mouth moved before she could think, "Hey Leo, I've been wondering would you want to-"

"Ahem," Toadie seemingly cut through the tender moment, not having a shred of guilt on doing so. Grunting lowly, doing her best not to hide that she was annoyed.

"Um Miss Frog of the Year, there's someone waiting for you at the bridge. They say a friend," He said in his in usual diplomatic tone.

That seemed to snap the white-haired teen right out of his drowsy state, "A friend?" Anne raised an eyebrow, not really considering who it could actually be.

The two of them gaped at one another for a couple of seconds, coming to an agreement and deciding to head over together.


Not to long later, Anne and Leo were now each waiting outside the edge of town, where a cloaked figure stood, obscuring their vision from them both, judging by the height and appearance it was pretty obvious to guess who it might've been.

"Anne?" They said impishly, still uncertain on whether or not it was her.

"Sasha!" The poorly dressed schoolgirl recognized her friend instantly, proceeding to lose it squealing alongside her friend, the two of them jumping hand-in-hand where they stood.

Plugging his ears up, Leo had now realized what friendships between two human girls was like. And it most likely consisted of bloody ears and noise complaints.

Standing amongst the fireflies, Leo made no attempt to break the tension, despite the previous conversation with Anne he almost felt out of place. That was until his hair stood on end, the weird instinct he'd retained since losing his memories kicked in.

"Someone else is here," He cut right to the point, seeming a lot more defensive than usual.

The now named Sasha popped up on her feet, acting like she'd forgotten her house keys, "Oh that, well we all did want to head over here the second I found out you were here," She waved it off nonchalantly.

Anne now saw a row of toads masked in the darkness, how hadn't she seen them before was lost to her, it was probably due to her own excitement.

A single fly was snatched away from the toad at the front of all of them, it wasn't hard to tell that he was some kind of general, none other would have such a distinct glowing scar.

"It's nice to meet you, Anne Boonchuy."

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was just another fun episode one to write. Have to mention now before it comes out within the next two weeks, but Reunion will be a two-parter, I just have a lot I want to focus on for each one and I have clear idea where it'll leave off and end, until then see yah!