Since the Cloak Bot doesn't exist in this story, I had to come up with a new conflict in this chapter. This chapter was inspired by The Ghost and Molly McGee episode 100% Molly, and the King of the Hill episode Orange You Sad I Did Say Banana.

It was early in the morning when Giorno found Giorgio fast asleep in his room. Not wanting to disturb him, he left a plate of bloody meat on the bedside table and left.

"Plantars, assemble!" called out Anne. The Plantars all ran downstairs to the living room, asking her what she wanted. "I got a text from Dr. Jan!" She showed them her phone. "It says, 'Come see when you've got a moment! I think Dinah and I found something!' Which means, the sooner we talk to her and Dinah, the sooner we get you home!"

The Plantars cheered and ran outside with Anne...only to be blocked by Mrs. Boonchuy, who was packing food in the back of the family car with her husband. She said, "Oh, good. You're here. Help us finish loading the car."

"No problem, Mrs. Boonchuy!" said Sprig.

"We'd be glad to help!" said Hop Pop.

"I can't carry much, but okay," said Polly.

"Okay," said Anne. "But then we gotta get to the museum."

"No way," Mrs. Boonchuy said sternly. "It's market day at the Thai Temple and we are all going to be there."

"But Mom! It's super important!" Anne tried to make the puppy eyes look, but her mother wasn't buying it. She said, "So is this. The Thai community hasn't seen you since you came back. And this is the perfect opportunity."

"But-"

"No but! Look, I'll make you a deal. Just stay for one full hour, then you can go do whatever."

"Fine," Anne said with a groan of impatience.

"Market day?" Hop Pop asked Mr. Boonchuy as he helped him load the food in the car. "Temple?"

"It's a monthly all-day event at the Thai Temple! Everyone gathers for food, music, sports, dance, and Thai language school. It's- uhhh..." Mr. Boonchuy trailed off when he saw two teenagers hiding in a bush (badly) and taking pictures of them.

Anne saw them and shouted, "HEY! I see you, Desi, Rico!" The two kids ran away.

"What was that about," asked Mr. Boonchuy, confused.

"Ugh. Nosy gossip bloggers from the school paper trying to get an exclusive photo of 'the girl who went missing'."

"Oh! Well I got some photos they can use!" Mr. Boonchuy took out his phone and showed a baby picture of Anne. "Here's you eating spaghetti when you were two. Oh! And here's you when you were-"

Anne, embarrassed, tried to take the phone from him. "Dad! Oh my gosh! Stop!"

"NEVER!" he shouted as he ran away from her.

After loading the car, the Plantars and Boonchuys arrived at the temple. It was a white building with a red roof and a pair of dragon statues at the front gates. Inside the gates, the group saw food stands of all kinds. The Plantars were in awe. Anne...was not.

"The stalls sort of remind me of Wartwood!" said Hop Pop.

"Look! There's even a statue!" Sprig pointed at a golden statue of a monk.

Polly walked up to a cork message board next to the statue, where notes and photos were attached to it. One photo caught her attention: it depicted a young Anne dancing with other girls, and looking incredibly bored. "No way! Is this you?" Polly asked.

Anne nodded. "Yep. I've been coming here since I was a kid. It seems cool at first, but believe me, it gets old quick."

At the Boonchuys' stall, Hop Pop opened 4 food trays while Sprig opened an umbrella. Mrs. Boonchuy placed a Thai Go hat on Anne's head and handed her a sample tray. "You're on sample duty today," she said. "Now stand out in the open where everyone can see you."

Anne had a feeling of dread. "Wait, by everyone you don't mean..."

A group of old women, excited to see Anne, all rushed to see her.

"Anne's here!"

"She's back!"

"Oh, shoot. Here comes the Ba train," Anne muttered to herself.

One of the old women pinched her cheek. "Welcome back, young Anne."

"Hi, Ba-Med," she replied as she wai bowed to her.

Another old woman patted her on the head. "Where have you been worrying your parents like that?"

Anne wai bowed to her and replied, "Good to see you, Papu. It was just a little misunderstanding. They forgot I was at tennis camp."

Ba-Med scoffed. "Eh. Typical."

"You got so skinny," said Papu.

Another Thai woman gave her a spoon of what looked like oatmeal and raisins in Anne's mouth. "Here. Eat something." Anne swallowed it. "OK, good to see you." The group left and Anne wai bowed to them.

Polly, who was watching the whole thing along with her brother and grandfather, asked as she did the wai, "Hey, what does this mean?"

It's called a wai," said Anne. "It's how you show respect to your elders. Super important in Thai culture."

"Make sense to me," said Hop Pop. "You kids can learn a couple of things here," he said to his grandchildren.

"Well, we've got some time to kill. You three are free to explore if you want. Just be careful to keep those disguises-" The Plantars weren't listening; they already ran off to explore the temple. "On," finished Anne. She looked at her phone's timepiece; it currently said 10:00 AM. "Hold on, Dr. Jan. Just one hour, and I'll be there."

Polly walked around as and chanted to herself, "I'm walking like a human! Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!" The sound of kids laughing grabbed her curiosity. She looked inside a room to see a Thai language class taking place.

"And if we want to say 'it's bedtime', we say..."

Polly replied to the teacher, "Dị̂ welā nxn læ̂w!"

The teacher smiled and said to the little pollywog, "Very good! You taking Thai before?"

Polly took her place in the circle of students sitting on the floor and said in perfect Thai, "Mị̀ tæ̀ c̄hạn dị̂ dū khxl lek chạ̀n tlk ro mæn tik thịy k̄hxng nāng buỵch̀wy læ̂w!"

The students went "Ooh!" in awe. One little girl wearing a Mickey Mouse t-shirt coughed, "Show-off!"

In another part of the temple, Hop Pop walked in a room and saw masked men dancing while another man and a woman played music. "Ooh! Excuse me, what's all this then?" Hop Pop asked one of the masked men.

"It's Khon dancing," the man replied as he danced. "A performance art where dancers tell a beautiful drama of epic scale through intricate movements and expressive gestures."

That caught Hop Pop's attention. "Intricate movements? Expressive gestures? DRAMA? I'M IN!" He did a gross, expressive and crazy act until he got tired. Still, the group was impressed and cheered.

"This guy's good," said one of the dancers.

"I LOVE IT HERE!" the old frog cried.

In another part of the temple, Sprig was eating some Thai candy. "I wish Anne had told me about these earlier." He stopped when he saw a group of teenagers play a Thai sport known as Sepak takraw, a game similar to volley ball, but you don't use your hands, only your legs. One of the players missed the ball and it flew across the court. "Heads up," he called out.

Sprig got the ball with a kick, and with another kick, returned the ball to them. It helped that he naturally had strong legs. The group was impressed as the ball ended up hitting a player. Said player called out, "Hey! New guy! Join our team!"

"Hey! We saw him first," someone from the opposing team shouted.

"Calm down, everyone. Plenty of Sprig to go around," said the young frog as he struck a pose.

Meanwhile, back with Anne, she was still giving out samples, and was starting to lose her patience. Mrs. Boonchuy came by carrying a tower of dishes. "What you got there, Mom?" Anne asked.

"Just returning a few dishes some of the community members lent me."

As she watched her mother return the dishes, Anne looked at her phone's time piece. "All right. It must've been almost an hour by now." But to her frustration, she was wrong. "IT'S ONLY BEEN 10 MINUTES?! That's it." She swallowed the rest of the samples and began to dial Dr. Jan's phone number. "Sorry, mom, but I have more important things to do today than hand out samples." She dialed Dr. Jan's phone number. "Hey, Dr. Jan. It's me, Anne."

After Anne finished talking to the curator, she put her phone away and said, "Now, all I got to do is collect those frogs and avoid some parents. First, a decoy." She approached a woman who looked just like her and whispered, "Psst! I'll give you 5 bucks to pretend to be me for 45 minutes."

I don't see why not." Anne put the hat on her head and gave her the sample plate and ran off. "So you're gonna write me a check or..."

Anne went for Sprig, but hid in a counter as Mrs. Boonchuy passed by. She came out of hiding and called out, "Sprig! Hey, Sprig! Whoa..." She saw him dominating the Sepak takraw arena, earning himself cheers from both teams. Even Anne was impressed. "Wow. He is really good at that. Looks like he's having fun too. Maybe he can give this one a miss," she said as she left to find Hop Pop.

She found the old frog and was surprised to see him doing a Khon dance, even wearing one of their masks. Anne whispered, "Psst! Hop Pop! Psst!"

"Shh. Anne, this is a silent theater," whispered Hop Pop. He walks up to one of the dancers, who picked him up, and the two of them struck a pose.

Anne sighed and left him alone. "Man, those two have really gotten sucked in." She then decided to look for Polly, who was having a conversation with her teacher classmates in perfect Thai. "Læ̂w c̄hạn k̆ phūd ẁā c̄hạn rū̂ ẁā ṭhex pĕn khır tæ̀ c̄hạn pĕn khır?"

Everyone laughed and Anne was left speechless. "What the heck? I sat through Thai school for years and can barely string a sentence together." Still, she couldn't help but smile. "It is sort of neat to see all three of them connecting to Thai culture like this. I'll just update them after I see Dr. Jan." She exited via the temple's rear entrance, but she didn't get far before she bumped into someone. It was a Thai boy about her age wearing a flannel jacket and shorts.

"Watch where you're...oh, it's you, Boobchuy," said the boy with a sneer. "So, you finally decided to return, huh?"

Anne groaned. Of all the things in the temple, this was the worst. Chane was a bully who always picked on Anne every time she and her family came to the temple, and always wanted to look cool. And even though he went to impressive lengths to convince people he was the best in everything, it was mostly to convince himself. "Look, I don't have to deal with you, Chane. I gotta go."

Chane chuckled. "I'm not surprised you're leaving. You always were the odd one here. It's almost as if you never really were one of our community."

Anne stopped in her tracks. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, everyone's always talking how you're always so disinterested in your own heritage, almost as if you don't even know that you're Thai."

Anne's eyes widened. "What?! I AM Thai!"

Chane rolled his eyes. "Really? Can you point to one Thai artifact in your home? Can you recall the last full conversation you had with someone that wasn't in English?"

"Uh..." was all Anne could say.

"And if I recall correctly, your mother wouldn't even let you eat some of the food here because it was too spicy, am I right?" Anne didn't know how to respond to that. "Face it, Boobchuy, you are and will always be a Twinkie."

"Twinkie?"

"Consider the properties of a Twinkie, Anne. Its outside is yellow, but its inside is white," Chane said as he poked Anne in the shoulder.

"But...but I'm not white! I'm just as Thai as my parents!"

"You mean the charity cases? Pah! Your family were such pathetic people! Dealing with a troublesome runaway daughter and her good-for-nothing friends!"

Anne got mad. "Don't ever call Marcy and Sasha that!"

"You know I'm right, Anne! We would never help your family unless it was out of pity! You are a good-for-nothing Twinkie who brings shame to your family, this temple, this community, and the entire Asian race!" Before he could go on with his rant, his phone buzzed and he answered it. "Hello? Oh, hi, Mom!"

"Hey! Get back here," shouted Anne. "I'm not done with you!"

"Anne?" Anne almost jumped out of her skin when she heard her mother's voice. She turned around to see her, glaring at her as she held a bunch of plates in her hands. "You're supposed to be at the stand."

"Oh, well yes. You see-"

"You were sneaking out to visit your museum friend. Weren't you?"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Ok, you got me."

"I don't believe this. You really couldn't wait one hour?"

Anne groaned with impatience. "Look, I already said hi to everyone. Now I have to get to the museum so I can get my interdimensional friends home. It's super important."

"So is this," Mrs. Boonchuy snapped. "We owe so must to this community. Why do you think I'm returning all those dishes?"

Anne shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know? Because you had a potluck party?"

"No! Everyone here cook us meals and took care of me and dad for all those months you were gone."

Anne felt a pang of guilt. "Oh. I-I had no idea. Wow, I feel like a jerk."

Mrs. Boonchuy put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "They were worried about you and us. The community ran our store here and sent us the money. Even helped out at the restaurant. And never asked for anything in return."

Anne smiled, but then, she remembered what Chane said and frowned. "Or maybe they did it because they thought you and Dad were a charity case."

Mrs. Boonchuy was taken aback. "Excuse me?!"

"You heard me! You may think these people care for you, but the truth is they pity you because your troublemaking daughter disappeared for five months! A daughter who never fit in with her own kind!"

"Anne Savisa Boonchuy, how can you say that?!" Mrs. Boonchuy shouted. "How can you say that to a community who-"

"A community who thinks I'm not Thai enough to be part of it! For crying out loud, a family of alien frogs fit in here more than I do! I'm just a Twinkie!"

Mrs. Boonchuy was shocked. "Anne, who called you that?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm going to find Dr. Jan," Anne said as she left.

"Anne! Get back here!" But Anne refused to listen to her mother while Mrs. Boonchuy returned to the temple, muttering Thai curses under her breath.

Mrs. Boonchuy was still cursing as she handed out the dishes. The Plantars and Mr. Boonchuy came up to her. "Have you seen Anne," asked Sprig. "I want to show off my Sepak takraw skills!" he said as he kicked the air.

"Why should I care," asked Mrs. Boonchuy. "That ungrateful girl left us for her museum friend!"

"Huh," asked Hop Pop. "She left us?! Why?"

"I'm sure she had a good reason," said Mr. Boonchuy.

"No, she didn't," Mrs. Boonchuy snapped. "She still thinks her matters are more important than ours! After everything we went through, she has the nerve to say we were a charity case! And what did she mean she was not Thai enough?"

"Not Thai enough," asked Sprig. "I don't get it."

"Well, she does have a point," said one of the older Thai woman, causing everyone to look at her. "I mean, maybe if Anne was a bit more connected with her heritage, maybe she wouldn't have been so troublesome."

"And annoying," said an elderly Thai man. "She has no respect for our culture! Do you know how many times she danced and grew bored of it? Every single time!"

"And if I recall correctly," said another Thai man to Mr. Boonchuy. "Didn't you say that Anne always screamed every time she ate spicy Thai food?" He chuckled. "Honestly, if it weren't for her skin color, I would have mistaken her for a white American girl."

"It's not just Anne, but the entire Boonchuy family as well," said Chane. "A family of Twinkies!"

"ENOUGH!" shouted Mrs. Boonchuy as she dropped the plates in rage, making everyone silent. "Is this what you people have been talking about behind our backs?! Did you really see us as just a charity case?" Nobody responded, but Mrs. Boonchuy knew the answer.

"Now you listen to us, all of you," said Mr. Boonchuy, feeling just as angry as his wife. "I'll admit that Anne can be disrespectful, but that doesn't give you the excuse to talk about my daughter like that! So what if she doesn't match your standards for what a Thai person is? She's just as Thai as any one of you! Besides, some of you are just as Americanized as she is!"

"That's right," said Mrs. Boonchuy. "Tammy," she said to one of the Thai women. "How many American football jerseys do you have in that walk-in closet of yours?"

"Well, uh..."

"And Ted," said Mr. Boonchuy. "If I recall correctly, your favorite TV show is Sex In The City."

The man Mr. Boonchuy was speaking to stammered, "Well, yeah, but..."

"But nothing," shouted Sprig as he hopped onto a stool and pointed at the Thai community. "You want to know something? My family took Anne in when nobody else wanted to, even if she wasn't a frog!"

The Thai community gave each other confused looks and began muttering amongst each other. "What do you mean by that," asked Chane.

"It means THIS!" Sprig tore off his face mask and hat, revealing his froggy face. Everyone gasped. "Sprig, what are you doing?!" shouted Hop Pop.

"You broke the number one rule," said Polly.

"I don't care! When Anne first came, she was treated differently because she wasn't an amphibian! I'm not going to let these people do the same!" Sprig refocused his attention to the shocked humans and said, "That's right! I am not human, neither are my sister and grandpa! But you know what? Anne's parents took us in despite the fact that we're an entirely different species!" He hopped off the stool and put his disguise back on. "So, this is what's going to happen. If you want someone to play a round of Sepak takraw, give me a call! If you want someone to feel guilty about who they are, call someone else! We're going to get Anne back!"

The Plantars and Boonchuys left the temple, only to be stopped when a voice said, "Wait!" They turned around to see Ba-Med, Papu, and their friends. "Not all of us thought of you as charity cases, and we don't care how Thai Anne is. We wanted to help you because we genuinely wanted to. Please, don't take it out on everyone here."

Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy smiled warmly. "Thank you," said the latter.

"Freaks." Chane suddenly felt someone tug him on his ear and he whined, "Yow! Mom!"

"I know this is your fault somehow, Chane," said the woman angrily. "You don't speak for the rest of us. You're grounded for a whole year!"

Meanwhile, Anne sat on a bench, looking at her phone's time piece. "Come on, Dr. Jan. Where are you?"

"Anne?" Anne looked up to see Giorno Giovanna, accompanied by two Passione agents. "What are you doing here?"

"Just...waiting for a friend," said Anne. "What are you doing here, Mr. Giovanna?"

"Doing some blood hunting for Giorgio. Since he refuses to drink human blood, I have to go search for some bloody meat. The life forms I create from Gold Experience Requiem always turn back to their original state after he starts draining them." Giorno noticed the sad look on Anne's face and asked, "What's wrong?"

Anne looked away. "You wouldn't understand."

Giorno raised an eyebrow. "Try me."

Anne exhaled. "Okay, there's this local Thai temple that I go to, and, for a long time, I always felt like I didn't really fit in. And, there's this bully who says I'm not Thai enough to be Thai, that I'm too Americanized."

Giorno nodded. "I see." He turned to the agents and said, "Will you two excuse us for a minute?" They nodded and returned to the limo. Giorno sat next to Anne and said, "I know what you're going through."

Anne looked up at him. "How? You're not Thai."

"No, but I do know what it's like to be made fun of for being 'not Asian' enough." Anne raised an eyebrow. "In case you forgot what my son told you, I may be an Italian citizen, but I'm actually Japanese."

Anne asked, "You're Japanese?"

"Did you forget? My birth name is Haruno Shiobana. My mother is Japanese, my father, DIO, was British. My name was legally changed to Giorno Giovanna when I was four and my mother and I moved to Italia where she married my stepfather. Despite me having an Italian name and learning to speak Italian, however, I was still bullied by the local children for, among other reasons, my Japanese heritage. They would ask me stuff like why I don't eat with chopsticks all the time, or why I didn't wear a kimono. E' stata una rottura di palle. It wasn't until I rescued and befriended a man from the Mafia that my life took a turn for the better. And he gave me valuable lessons. One of them being that who you are and where you come from doesn't make you who you are, you make you."

Anne's eyes widened a little. "Wow. That's actually a good lesson."

"So, let me ask you a question, Anne, are you unhappy with who you are because that's how you feel, or is it because that's how this bully wants you to feel? If so, why should you let him tell you how to be Thai? Did you try to be more frog like when the Plantars took you in?"

Anne shook her head. "No. I couldn't even if I tried. I just acted like me."

"Exactly," said Giorno as he poked her nose. "You are Anne Boonchuy, a clever, nice, mischievous girl who traveled to between worlds. Isn't that enough?" Anne smiled and nodded. Giorno looked over her shoulder. "And it looks like you have some apologizing to do."

Anne looked behind her to see her parents and the Plantars walking toward her. "Ooh, boy. Well, time to face the music."

"ANNE SAVISA BOONCHUY," Mrs. Boonchuy shouted. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU'RE IN?!" She paused in her rant when she saw her daughter wasn't alone. "Oh. Hello, Mr. Giovanna."

"Bon giorno," he said. "I believe Anne has something to say to you."

Anne got up from the bench and said, "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry for the way I acted. I got so caught up in this whole 'me not fitting in' thing and wanting to get my froggy family home, I didn't realize there was a community that helped my family out in their time of need. But, I learned that I don't have to be Thai to be Anne Boonchuy. I'm fine being me." She exhaled. "Even still, it's still kinda crummy that there are some people who think I'm not Thai enough."

Mrs. Boonchuy's expression softened as she said, "How do you think we feel?" Anne looked up at her. "Ever since your father and I moved to America, I sort of felt that our Thai has been rusty lately."

"Same here," said Mr. Boonchuy. "And I've had a couple of Thai friends who used to teased me for being 'too American' for joining the Boy Scouts. Even my mother thinks I'm being too Americanized at times, but she still loves me."

"The same goes for us," said Hop Pop. "Did you forget about Emma Plantar? She was a newt who married into the Plantar family, and I'm sure she must have felt like she didn't fit in for not being a frog. But her husband still loved her, no matter who she was."

"And we love you for who you are too, Anne," said Sprig.

"Being Thai is who you are," said Mrs. Boonchuy. "And there's no right or wrong way to be you."

Anne, with tears in her eyes, hugged her. "Thanks, Mom."

"Now, don't you dare think you're off the hook," Mrs. Boonchuy said sternly. "You're going to be working at the temple for weeks as your punishment!"

"What?! Mom!"

"AND you're going to apologize to those people right now, young lady!"

"Mom! Mr. Giovanna, do something!"

Giorno held up his hands in defense and smiled. "Sorry, I don't deal with angry mothers."

"Aw, come on!"

Upon arriving at the temple, Anne wai bowed to the Thai community. "Everyone, I am so sorry for my behavior today."

"Anne, it's alright," said one of the stand vendors. "We don't care how Thai you are, regardless of what SOME people think," she added with a glare toward Chane, who folded his arms and pouted.

"You and your family are always welcome here," said the Thai teacher. "Even your ugly froggy friends."

Anne's eyes widened. "Froggy?"

Sprig chuckled nervously. "Yeah, funny story. I took off my disguise while trying to make a point about acceptance."

"SPRIG!" Anne turned to the Thai community and said nervously, "E-Everyone, I can explain."

"No no no no," said an elderly Thai woman. "No need to know. If they're your friends..."

"...then they are our friends too," said Papu reassuringly.

"No matter how ugly they are," added Ba-Med, causing everyone to laugh.

"Ouch," said Hop Pop.

"It's funny, but it still stings," said Sprig.

"They're talking about you two," said Polly.

Anne smiled. "Wow. Thanks, you guys. I don't even know what to say except..." She wai bowed to them. "K̄hxbkhuṇ māk." The Plantar family followed suit and bowed as well.

"Oh, that's so polite," said Papu, with everyone agreeing with her.

Several hours later, Anne was still handing out samples to the people when Mrs. Boonchuy approached her. "Well, hour's up. You're probably itching to get out of here."

Anne looked at the Plantars, where Hop Pop talked to the Thai language teacher while Polly was with him and Sprig did some ball tricks impressing the Sepak takraw group. These people would never tell anyone that the Plantars were alien frogs. Even if they did, who would believe them? With a smile, she said, "I... I think I'd like to stay a bit longer."

"I thought you had more important things to do," Mrs. Boonchuy teased.

"Mom!"

"Just kidding. Just kidding."

Suddenly, a pickup truck pulled up, with Dr. Jan driving it while Dinah sat in the passenger seat.

"Dr. Jan?" asked Anne.

"Sorry, guys, this couldn't wait, it's just too dang exciting," said Dr. Jan giddily.

"Just hurry up and get your froggy friends and JoJo over here," Dinah said, exhausted. "She's been jabbering on and on about it all day."

"JoJo couldn't make it, but I'll send him a message," said Anne.

Anne and the Plantars met with Dr. Jan and Dinah under a tree. Dinah said, "As you know, my Stand Was Not Was has the power to reveal all there is to know when it devours an object. That viking frog pot you guys are obsessed over, it had a hidden message written in it that can only be exposed to black light. The message was written in an alien language, but luckily, Was Not Was was able to translate it."

"Wait, alien language?" Anne reached into her backpack and took out Marcy's journal, which was planted in it by its writer just before getting blasted by Andrias. "Did it look like this?" She pointed to the Amphibian alphabet written in the journal, translated into English by Marcy.

"Yes, it did," said Dinah. "Anyway, the message reads, 'Seek the mother of olms. She will guide you to your destiny.'"

Anne looked at the Plantars. "That do anything for anyone?"

"Not especially," said Sprig.

"No, siree," said Hop Pop.

Polly blew a raspberry as her way of saying "No".

Later that day, Anne and the Plantars went to the hotel the Giovannas were staying at to tell them the news. But Giorgio's room was so dark, they ended up stumbling all over the place. "Can you turn on the lights in here," Anne asked as she switched on the bedside lamp. "Ah, much better."

"So," said Giorno. "How is your punishment at the temple?"

Anne smiled. "You know, not as bad as I thought it was. And I learned to appreciate who I am a little more." Giorno nodded in approval.

Giorgio raised his hand. "Ciao, sono Giorgio Giovanna e in questo momento sono confuso. You mind telling me what's going on? What temple?"

"The Thai temple in the city," said Anne. "As for what happened, it's not important right now. What's important is that Dr. Jan and Dinah told us about the pot! There's a hidden message on it that read, 'Seek the mother of olms. She will guide you to your destiny.'" She paused. "And we have no idea what that means."

Giorno put a finger under his chin in thought. "Well, olms are blind, cave-dwelling amphibians that are in the same family as axolotls. Like axolotls, they remain in the water and never lose their gills."

"Wait, you mean like that two-headed olm that tried to eat me and Polly back in that cave," Sprig said.

"Oh, yeah, I remember," said Polly. "We tricked them into fighting with each other! Ah, good times, good times."

Giorgio suddenly realized why the word "olms" sounded familiar. "Valentine."

"What's that," asked Anne.

"Do you remember the prophecy Funny Valentine mentioned back on the train? The one that told how you, Sasha, and Marcy would save Amphibia? He said the prophecy was foretold by olms."

"Well, the olms have been known to be prophets and fortunetellers," said Hop Pop. "But they rarely ever show themselves since they are cave dwellers as Mr. Giovanna said."

"What if we return to the cave that two-headed olm was in," suggested Sprig. "We can find where they are from there."

"First, we need to figure out how to get to Amphibia first," said Anne. "And unfortunately, that pot's clue doesn't exactly help us."

"Don't worry, Anne," said Sprig. "We'll find a way."

Meanwhile, back at the temple, Funny Valentine was inspecting some jewelry. "Find something you like, sir," asked the vendor.

"Actually, I'm looking for something to give to my wife when I get back," Valentine said. "I'll take this one." He bought a gold chained necklace, then went over to the noodle stand to buy some pad see ew. After ordering his noodles, he went over to a bench to eat them. With his feet. Upside-down.

"Ooh, are you a street performer," asked Papu as she passed by.

"No," said Valentine. "Everyone has their quirks, madame."

"That's nice," said Ba-Med as she and Papu walked on.

However, as he ate his noodles, Valentine overheard Chane muttering to himself, "Stupid Anne and her talking frog family, getting me grounded..."

Valentine thought, So, Anne and the Plantars were here to meet Dr. Jan? I'm not worried that these people know the Plantars' true nature, though. They won't tell anyone; no one will believe them even if they did. However, Dr. Jan has kept Anne and the Plantars on the proper path. They just need to stay there.

⬅ To be continued...