"Ladies and gentlemen," Art's booming voice echoed through the house, "I now present to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Cornelius Robinson!" The whole Robinson family plus Art and Gaston cheered as Cornelius and Franny stepped through the front door. They laughed as they were showered in rice and bubbles. They'd decided to skip out on a huge wedding and just invited the family. Having a bunch of strangers who admired Cornelius at their wedding was not something they wanted. It was too personal of an event.

"Kiss!" a pink haired Lucille Robinson shouted at her son and daughter-in-law. The two of them blushed but wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately to the whoops and cheers of their family members. Franny smiled brightly and waved to her two older brothers who were giving her the thumbs up. Cornelius waved shyly at his father and uncles before turning to Gaston and Art. He winked at them when Franny wasn't looking and they both nodded.

"How 'bout we all head into the dining room," Gaston suggested. Franny shot him a look and waved her finger at him.

"If you try to shoot a meatball at me in this dress I'll kill you," she said seriously. Cornelius laughed nervously and steered his wife towards the dining room while her brothers snuck off in another direction. "Those two are up to something," she grumbled.

"Don't be silly," Cornelius waved her off, "they just want your special day to be perfect."

"Our special day," she corrected with a warm smile. Cornelius nodded and leaned in to kiss her again. They reached the dining room and took the two seats at the head of the table. Everyone was talking animatedly about the wedding when suddenly the lights all dimmed. Franny clutched Cornelius' hand tightly in surprise. A spot light turned on right over the newlyweds' heads almost blinding them.

"Ladies and gentlemen," it was Art again, "It is time for Mr. and Mrs. Robinson to have their first dance as man and wife." Franny's face heated up and she glanced around the table.

"We didn't pick a song," she whispered to her husband. He smirked knowingly and offered her his hand as he stood.

"Don't, worry," he said, "I've got it all figured out." Art kept the light trained on them as they moved to the center of the dining room. Franny gave him a skeptical look as they stood there in silence until Cornelius glanced over her shoulder and signaled to Gaston. The man winked before yanking a lever that was sticking up from the tile. A crack appeared in the floor and widened until it was large enough for a small stage to rise out of it. Franny gasped in surprised as she saw her frogs standing on it in little suits. Frankie cleared his throat before grabbing the mike.

Folks are blessed who make the best of every day
living by their own philosophy.
Everyone who needs the sun must find the way
and I have found the only thing for me...
I don't believe in frettin' and grievin'
Why mess around with strife
I never was cut out to step & strut out
Give me the simple life

Cornelius took advantage of his wife's distraction and pulled her closer for the dance. She turned to him, eyes wide in surprise.

"But…" she whispered, "I never taught them this song." Cornelius smiled sheepishly and she leaned forward to kiss him sweetly. "You took the time to train my frogs so they could sing a song for us on our wedding day?" she asked.

"Of course," her husband scoffed good naturedly, "I wanted everything to be perfect. Besides I know how much you enjoy when Frankie sings." Franny nodded in confirmation and leaned her head against his chest. Her little frog could sure sing his heart out when it counted.

Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant.
Those things roll off my knife
Just serve me tomatoes and mashed potatoes
Give me the simple life
A cottage small is all I'm after
Not one that's spacious and wide
A house that rings with joy and laughter
And the one you love inside

Franny listened carefully to the old song and laughed gently at the lyrics. Their house was anything but a cottage but it was home. Their entire family now stayed with them comfortably. There was enough room in the Robinson home for the many people and it was connected enough to let them all remain close. It rang with laughter constantly and that was all she could've asked for.

Franny turned her face up to her new husband and he smiled down warmly at her. After all these years it still sent her heart to fluttering and she returned her cheek to his chest. Standing here, swaying to their wedding song was one of the best moments she'd ever spent with him. She wanted it to last forever.

Some like the high road
I like the low road
Free from the care and strife
Sounds corny and seedy; but yes, in-deedy,
I like the simple life

Cornelius wrapped his arms securely around his bride and swayed her gracefully around the floor. Everything her did, he did for her. Every invention was made so that her life was easier. Simpler. His only want in the entire world was her happiness and if he had that he had the world. He touched his hand lightly to her soft hair and smiled again. She was absolutely perfect.

Glancing up he saw his mother wiping her misty eyes happily. His father's arm was wrapped firmly around her shoulder and the two of them were smiling out at their son. He could only hope to have a marriage as strong and as full of love as theirs.

Life could be thrilling,
with one who's willing,
to be a farmer's wife
Kids, calling me pappy
sure make me happy
Give me the simple life

The entire family watched the happy couple dance to the voice of the crooning frog. The Robinsons heald each other close, watching their son, or nephew, or cousin dance with his new wife. Gaston was so transfixed watching his sister, he often had to jerk around to refocus the light on them. Art would never admit that he'd gotten misty eyed watching his baby sister dance but anyone glancing his way saw him wiping at his face.

As the song came to a close Cornelius drew slightly away from Franny and gazed down at her. She smiled up at him loving and he smiled back.

"I love you, Mrs. Robinson," he whispered so only she could hear. Her eyes dance like it was her sixteenth birthday all over agin, but far better.

"I love you too, Mr. Robinson," she replied before he bent down and kissed her.

Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant
Those things roll off my knife
Just serve me tomatoes and mashed potatoes
Give me the simple life