Meanwhile, Snail was slithering sadly behind the snow turtles, but then gasped as he heard giant footsteps as Bear was rushing by to get to Beaver's house and where Snail soon hid in his shell and soon enough Bear passed him by a few feet.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Snail told Bear.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, Snail!" Bear smiled apologetically. "Are you going to Beaver's house too?"
"Uh-huh." Snail replied.
"What's that?" Bear asked Snail after noticing the mitten on his shell.
"Franklin's mitten I'm returning it." Snail said.
"Oh, you better hurry then," Bear advised Snail. "I heard Mrs. Beaver's baking muffins."
"I'm going as fast as I can!" Snail defended.
"You know they taste best when they're fresh out of the oven!" Bear smiled hungrily.
"Uh-huh." Snail said, already knowing that.
"Oh, yeah, and there was a baby shower yesterday," Bear continued with a smile. "And I hear one of Franklin's friends has a sister who showed up like magic! Do you think she might know Martin the Magnificent? I better go see if there's leftovers!" he then ran off ahead, leaving Snail behind.
"Hey, Bear, wait for me!" Snail called out.
Bear seemed to be gone already.
"Bear?" Snail called before sighing. "I'll never make it to Beaver's house on time..." he then looked to the sculpture before him. "You're really lucky, Baby Turtle, you're going to have a big brother who'll make sure you're never late for school or parties, he'll help you with your homework, and he'll play fun games with you." he then sniffled in thought before he then started crying.
"Snail?" Franklin's voice asked.
Snail looked over.'
"What's the matter, Snail?" Franklin asked as he knelt next to his good friend while Junior and Rosie stood by his sides.
"Nothing," Snail lied with a sniffle. "I-I got something in my eye. Here's your mitten back."
"Thanks." Franklin smiled as he accepted the mitten.
"Franklin?" Snail sniffled. "Do you think you can take me to Beaver's house?"
"Sorry, but we're not going to Beaver's house." Franklin replied.
"You're not?" Snail asked. "But you guys are dressed for the play!"
"Not for the play, Snail, I really am the Green Knight and Junior and Rosie are my helpers." Franklin announced.
"That's right." Rosie nodded.
"You're really the Green Knight?" Snail smiled to Franklin.
"Yes," Franklin nodded. "And we're going to find Spring!"
"Yeah, and bring it back to Woodland." Junior added.
"Wow!" Snail felt amazed. "If you bring Spring to woodland... You'll be heroes!"
Franklin, Rosie, and Junior smiled proudly to themselves.
"Oh, well, I better get going," Snail frowned. "If I'm lucky, I might get to Beaver's before the end of the day."
Rosie soon whispered something to Franklin.
"Good luck, guys!" Snail called out as he slithered through the snow.
Franklin nodded to Rosie and then called out to his fellow shelled friend. "Wait, Snail! The Green Knight needs a squire, you know," he then smiled down to Snail as he knelt before him. "Would you like to be mine?"
"Really?" Snail smiled back. "You want me to come with you?"
"Of course!" Franklin beamed. "I hereby dub thee: Squire Snail."
"Hooray!" Junior and Rosie cheered.
Snail bowed his head.
Franklin gently tapped him with his toy sword and then picked up his snail friend. "Rise, Squire Snail."
Snail giggled before bowing. "What is your bidding, O Green Knight?"
"I bid thee be brave while we search for Spring." Franklin told him as he put him on his shoulder.
"Agreed, Green Knight." Junior said.
"Come, we mustn't terry!" Rosie added.
And with that, they all ran off to go look for the cherry blossoms just like in the storybook.
"Hopefully, it'll be true." Junior said.
Meanwhile at the Beaver's residence...
Mo was writing a letter. "I can't wait to tell you and Cherry all about what we've been through," she said as she wrote for her boyfriend. "It's really crazy, but I hope you believe me..." she then stopped once Mrs. Beaver came with a basket of muffins.
"Would you like one, dear?" Mrs. Beaver asked.
Mo groaned and then sighed as she gave in. "Okay, just one... Or maybe two..." she then said as she took at least four at a time.
"Franklin better get here soon," Bear said as he ate a muffin himself. "Or else there'll be no more muffins left."
Mrs. Beaver chuckled. "I'm glad to see you're enjoying them."
"I'm sure that he's on his way, along with Junior and Rosie." Mo said.
"Where are they anyway?" Beaver asked as she took out a paintbrush. "I know turtles can be slow, but he's never this late."
"They're probably helping Mr. and Mrs. Turtle clean up after yesterday's baby shower." Bear suggested.
"Yeah, that's it." Mo said.
Back with the others...
"Where to, Green Knight?" Snail asked.
"Dad says there's a cherry orchard near a lake by the mountain, and this is the way to the mountain," Franklin replied until they suddenly stopped and suddenly felt lost. "Or... Is it that way?"
"We're lost, aren't we?" Rosie asked.
Franklin sighed and then sat down on a log. "I'm sorry, guys, I guess I don't know which direction to go to..."
"In the story, a goblin tells the Green Knight which way to go." Snail memorized.
"Yeah, but I don't think there's any goblins around here." Junior replied.
"Yeah." Rosie added.
Franklin sighed. "Who's gonna tell us where to go?"
After a rather long while, they soon a cry for help.
"Did you hear that?" Junior asked.
"Hark, Squire and friends!" Franklin looked excited. "Someone needs our help!"
"CHAAARGE!" The four called out as they went to the cry for help.
'I wonder who needs our help?' Junior thought to himself.