Grrr!
No one can stop me from turning every coconut on this island
into deadly explodo-nuts
thanks to my fiendish spider-bombs.
Scuttle, my spiders! Scuttle!
Is it just me or have Eggman's plans gotten a little weird?
Exploding spider-bot coconuts? No, it's not just you.
How can we tell the difference between regular coconuts and--
Oh, I see.
It's psychological.
The spider-bots are a cry for help
and the coconuts indicate mother issues.
I do not have mother issues!
Grrr!
Darn it! I promised Sticks a girls' night out to the volcano.
-Can we wrap this up? -Just as it was getting good.
Mummy!
Curse you, Sonic!
I just had this washed.
Come on, Sticks! The volcano won't be open all night.
-The volcano closes? -It's an expression.
-Of what? -I don't know.
"It's an expression" is just an expression.
Come on, getting ready is half the fun of going out.
Like, what have you got in your purse?
-Purse? -A girl needs the essentials.
Cab fare, lip balm...
picture of a friend that you've no romantic interest in.
Purse! Right!
Sticks! Are you OK?
Oh, no!
Purse is around here somewhere.
Sticks! You're a pack rat.
No, I'm not.
A pack rat's some kind of dance, right?
Thanks for helping with Sticks's yard sale.
She's a pack rat but together we can beat it.
Right, Sticks?
-I don't-- -Right!
Amy, do you think maybe you're being a little too take-charge?
It's what we'd all do for a pathetic and hopeless friend.
Hey! Hey!
Let the yard sale begin.
Nope. Not too take-charge at all.
How much for this stick beehive?
I can't sell that! My great-aunt gave it to me.
Then how much for this cow skull?
No! That's where I keep my stick beehive.
-How about this wad of moss? -Not that moss!
Sideways under a full moon it looks like Amy...
with two noses and a beard.
Five bucks for all of it.
-Grrr-uggh! -Just breathe.
Look, Knuckles.
A zoocheye crystal cluster.
Perfect to build a hyper-exo-mataphier, right?
Um... what came after "Look, Knuckles"?
Hey, what are you doing there?
I... was going to buy this.
-Ten bucks. -Ten bucks? Highway robbery!
Ahem.
Er... two bucks?
Guys, could you move this couch across the yard?
You got it.
Ahem.
Three bucks. And not a penny more.
How much for this stump helmet?
Four bucks. Right, Sticks?
What luck!
This is a perfect focusing lens for my hyper-exo-mataphier.
All I need is a refracting chamber and an influx reflector.
Right, Knuckles?
Do you use big words just to make me feel... um... uh...
what's that word that means not smart?
-Obtuse? -That's what I'm talking about.
Amy! How much for the granite ottoman?
Be right there! Just grabbing the last of this stuff.
Oh!
Oh, well. Coming!
Forgot this spoon.
Three and a half bucks?
When this is over you'll feel much better.
A clean house is a happy house.
Now, how much should we charge for that old surfboard I found?
Wait.
Old surfboard made of hard wood
blocking the portal with the evil skull?
Yeah. So?
This is the cave of the evil froglodytes.
That surfboard was there to keep it shut!
Oh. Whoops.
Sonic!
What's going on?
Amy took down the surfboard
which was protecting us from hordes of froglodytes
invading from the bowels of the world.
-My bad. -Now you're talking!
About the invading horde, I mean, not about you screwing up.
Whatever you got for the surfboard, Amy, it was worth it.
"Here's the only thing between us and a horde of evil monsters.
I'll sell that for three bucks."
"'Cos a clean home is a happy home."
OK. I get it.
I could use a little help here
if you're done making fun of Amy,
who totally deserves it.
-Ohh! -Sticks!
The froglodytes took her.
-What do we do? -Huh. Blame you?
-After that. -We go in and rescue her.
I wish my hyper-exo-mataphier was finished.
You'll find the part you need.
We've got a whole junkyard of stuff here.
Time to take in the trash.
-What does that mean? -Shh. It's a dramatic moment.
O great Froggymandias, accept this humble sacrifice.
Really humble. Scrawny, actually.
We've been stuck down here for so long, you'll take anything.
Have you anything to say before you are sacrificed,
wretched soul?
Yeeoww!
You've got a lot of nerve
for somebody who lives in my basement.
There's one of you and... oh, let's see...
one, two... a bazillion of us.
Um, sir. Og is home sick.
A bazillion minus one of us.
What chance do you think you have?
Hey, I know that coconut.
Give us back our friend.
Couch!
Ugh!
I knew this would come in handy.
No, you didn't. Let's get 'em!
Beehive. Yah!
Hey, this one's still got bees in it. Yah!
Taste my hyper-exo-mataphier!
It works! It actually works!
Frown.
You look tired. Have a seat.
Ha-ha! I crack myself up.
-Sticks. Need this? -Hey, thanks.
Ugh.
Come on, let's blow this frog-leg stand.
Now to block this door forever.
Designer shelving. Sturdy. And good feng shui.
I don't know about you guys,
but I need a trip to the volcano.
Really? Great!
Ahem.
-Three seventy-five? -Fine.
Woo-hoo-hoo!
Mine went farthest before it melted.
No, mine went farthest before it melted.
Are you worried about the froglodytes coming out again?
No, I think they'll be fine.
My brethren, we are trapped.
But this old furniture totally brightens up the place.
Og, move that coffee table over here.
It really ties the cave together.
Um, sir. Og is home sick.
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