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It was a peaceful afternoon in Amphibia—or so it seemed. The sun shone through the trees, the birds chirped, and the frogs croaked their usual songs. But inside the royal palace, things were about to get... very weird.

Andrias, the formidable and feared ruler of Amphibia, paced nervously around his chambers. His once-imposing figure now seemed oddly uncomfortable in his regal robes.

"Why is this happening to me?" Andrias muttered to himself, clutching his stomach. The idea of feeling anything remotely human—vulnerable, in pain—was both foreign and utterly ridiculous to the self-proclaimed king.

He had never anticipated this. There had been no warning signs. One minute, he'd been demanding that his loyal servants bring him his finest meal of horrible swamp bugs, and the next... this. The cramps had started.

King Andrias, who had once plotted the fall of the entire human world, now found himself waddling around in confusion, wondering if he was about to give birth. The prospect was absurd, of course—after all, he was a male, wasn’t he?

But just as he was about to dismiss the idea, the inevitable happened: a loud POP and a sound that could only be described as a mix between a frog's croak and the unholy screech of a dying alarm clock echoed through the room.

Andrias screamed, not from pain, but from the sheer bewilderment. "WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!"

Before he could fully process the situation, a small, slimy creature—the size of a tennis ball—slithered out from under his royal cloak and plopped onto the floor.

"What—" Andrias blinked.

The tiny creature wobbled up, looking every bit like a miniature version of Andrias himself, except... with a crown made of marshmallows on its head and a tiny royal scepter fashioned from a stick of celery.

"King!" it squeaked in an impossibly high-pitched voice.

Andrias stared at it. "I... what? But how?!" He turned to his closest advisor, General Yunan, who had been lurking nearby, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding in the royal chambers.

"Yunan!" Andrias hollered, grabbing the general by the collar and shaking him. "Is this normal? Am I... I’m not ready for this level of fatherhood!"

Yunan blinked at him, then at the mini-Andrias, who was currently busy trying to eat the celery scepter. "Well, your majesty, I’m not sure what you mean by normal in this scenario, but if you’re asking if it’s natural for you to suddenly give birth to a tiny version of yourself, then... no. No, it is absolutely not normal."

Andrias, feeling both horrified and vaguely proud of his offspring’s marzipan crown, sighed deeply. "Well, I suppose I’ve conquered many kingdoms, but... fatherhood wasn’t exactly on the agenda."

The tiny Andrias toddled over, holding up a piece of marshmallow that had inexplicably appeared. "Father! I am your heir!" it declared, clearly unaware of the absolute chaos it was causing.

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Andrias watched as the tiny version of himself gleefully chewed on the marshmallow scepter, oblivious to the wreckage unfolding around him. “I can’t—this can’t be real…” he muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, the palace door flung open with a dramatic bang, and in stormed Sasha and Marcy, clearly ready to investigate the strange sounds echoing through the castle. “What in the name of Amphibia is going on here?!” Sasha demanded, hands on her hips.

Marcy, ever the intellectual, scanned the room with her usual intensity. “Wait a minute… is that…?” She leaned closer, peering at the tiny Andrias with a suspicious expression. “Is that… you?”

“I—uh—what?” Andrias stammered. “It’s not—”

The tiny Andrias, still chewing his marshmallow scepter, looked up at Marcy and Sasha. “I’m the future king! I’m Dad’s heir!”

There was a long, deafening silence.

Sasha raised an eyebrow. "Did you just say 'Dad'?"

“Uhhh...” Andrias stared, his face turning several shades of red. "Okay, this is getting absurd."

“Hold on, hold on,” Marcy interrupted, her fingers tapping her chin as she connected the dots. “You said you weren’t ready for fatherhood, right? But what if—what if that’s not your child? What if it’s—"

And then, like a lightning bolt from the heavens, the truth hit her.

She pointed at the small creature with a mix of disbelief and horror. "Wait… is that… is that Hop Pop’s baby?!"

Andrias and the tiny creature both froze.

Sasha, on the other hand, did a slow, dramatic double-take, realizing the awful truth at the exact same moment. “Oh, no… no, no, no. This just got real weird.”

The tiny Andrias—Hop Pop Jr., as it would be soon known—giggled and waved the celery scepter around. "Daddy!" it shouted, its voice high-pitched and somewhat shrill. “I love you, Daddy!”

Hop Pop himself suddenly appeared at the door, looking both horrified and confused. “What in tarnation is all this ruckus?!” His eyes widened as he spotted the tiny, crown-wearing creature waddling over to Andrias.

Andrias, still in shock, couldn’t even form words. He looked between Hop Pop and his tiny offspring. “But—HOW?!”

Hop Pop scratched his head awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. “Well, uh… I didn’t mean for this to happen. You see, sometimes when a great evil meets an unexpected frog—”

“Oh my gosh, not now!” Sasha interrupted, holding her hands up as if to shield herself from the emotional overload. “We need a plan. Andrias, I know you’re trying to process this, but this is your baby now, and we’re going to have to help you raise him.”

“And I need a lot of ice cream,” Marcy added, somehow always the voice of reason during chaos. “This is a lot to handle, but we can work through it. Just take it one small marshmallow-scepter-waving frog at a time.”

Hop Pop grimaced. "Don’t look at me like I’m the bad guy here. I never thought I’d be a grandpa at my age!"

Meanwhile, the tiny creature—who was clearly having a blast with his new “family”—held his arms out to Andrias. “Cuddle time, Daddy!”

Andrias was now beyond speechless. He blinked a few times, his pride as a king deflating with each moment that passed. “I—I guess this is happening now. I don’t know if I’m ready to parent a baby frog—but—okay, I guess we do this together.”

“Exactly,” Sasha said, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. “You’ve got a kid, Andrias. The team’s got your back. I’m sure I can teach him how to be a real heir. I mean, I was raised to lead, after all.”

“And I’ll make sure to bring some logic into this mess,” Marcy added, her voice oddly cheery considering the circumstances. “I mean, who needs stability when there’s a tiny Andrias running around?”

Hop Pop nodded solemnly. “Good luck with that.”

Andrias sighed deeply, feeling both overwhelmed and strangely relieved. Perhaps the universe had a funny way of throwing him curveballs. But at least he didn’t have to navigate this alone—he had his team, and somehow, that included a strange little heir with a marshmallow crown.

“Fine, fine,” Andrias muttered, crouching down to pick up his offspring. “I guess we’ll make it work. But you better not end up worse than me, little one.”

The tiny Andrias giggled, raising his celery scepter in victory. “We’re going to rule the world together, Daddy!”

And in that moment, in the absolute absurdity of it all, Andrias realized he wasn’t just the ruler of Amphibia—he was also the world’s most unexpected father. And that, as weird as it was, felt oddly fitting.

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Anne Boonchuy, walking through the lush gardens of the royal palace, had no idea what she was about to walk into. She had come to check on her friends, but from the moment she stepped into the royal chambers, she realized something was seriously off.

Andrias, the ever-imposing king, stood in the middle of the room, looking utterly flabbergasted, holding a tiny frog in his arms. This frog, who wore a marshmallow crown and carried a celery scepter, was obviously the source of the chaos.

“Okay, what is going on here?” Anne asked, her eyes wide in confusion as she looked at the tiny frog and then at Andrias.

“This,” Andrias groaned, “is Lord Ribberino Supreme the First—my child.”

“Your what?” Anne blinked, struggling to make sense of what was happening.

“Lord Ribberino Supreme the First!” The tiny frog giggled, lifting its celery scepter high in the air like it was preparing for a grand royal address. “I shall rule with marshmallow-y justice!”

“Lord Ribberino Supreme the First? That’s your kid’s name?” Anne exclaimed, not able to hold back a chuckle.

Andrias rubbed his temples, clearly at the end of his rope. “I didn’t name him! I didn’t even ask for this! One minute, I’m handling politics, the next… this happens.”

“Hold up,” Anne said, raising a hand. “You’re telling me you didn’t know this was going to happen? And this is your child?”

Just as Andrias was about to explain further, the door to the chambers burst open, and in stormed none other than Grimes, his face twisted with frustration. “Andrias!” he snapped, his voice dripping with jealousy. “How dare you take my place as the father of this… this creature! I am his father, not you!”

“Grimes?” Anne stared, noticing the tension in the room. “What are you talking about?”

Grimes crossed his arms, his face full of fury. “I am Hop Pop’s husband! We’ve been married for years, and now this this thing happens? You think you get to have a child with Hop Pop? How dare you!”

Anne was taken aback. “Wait, what? You two are married?” Her eyes flicked between Hop Pop, who had been standing in the corner trying to look inconspicuous, and Grimes. “And you’re jealous because Andrias has a kid with Hop Pop instead of you?”

“Yes!” Grimes barked, his voice like thunder as he paced. “I’m a fierce warrior, not some second choice. How could you take what was supposed to be mine?!”

Hop Pop, trying to avoid the spotlight, rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Well, Grimes, uh, it’s not exactly like I planned this—”

“Don’t try to act innocent!” Grimes snapped, his hands balling into fists. “You knew what you were doing. And now we have this… Lord Ribberino Supreme the First running around like he owns the place!”

“Listen, Grimes,” Andrias said, finally standing tall, though still cradling the tiny Ribberino. “This is already absurd enough without you adding to it. I didn’t ask for any of this. But if you’re going to throw a tantrum, at least consider the fact that this little tyrant”—he motioned to Ribberino, who was happily gnawing on a marshmallow—“is going to be your problem too.”

“My problem?” Grimes hissed. “I don’t think so. This whole situation is ridiculous, and I’m not letting you—or Hop Pop—have the glory of raising a future ruler. I should be the one guiding this child to greatness!”

Anne, trying to diffuse the situation, stepped forward. “Okay, okay! Everyone just calm down for a second.” She looked at Grimes, who was practically vibrating with rage. “Grimes, I get it. This is a lot. But throwing a tantrum isn’t going to solve anything.”

Grimes glared at her but said nothing.

Sasha, who had been watching the drama unfold with her arms crossed, finally spoke. “You’re really going to let your jealousy get in the way of this?” she asked, gesturing to Ribberino, who was happily mimicking Andrias’ royal poses with his scepter. “I mean, come on. You’re a fierce warrior, right? You should be able to handle a tiny frog with a marshmallow crown.”

“I—” Grimes stammered, taken aback by Sasha’s calm attitude. “I am not some glorified nanny to this kid!”

“We can all work together,” Marcy said, trying to calm the room down. “I mean, it’s clear that we’re all part of the same messed-up family now. We’ve got Andrias, Grimes, Hop Pop, Ribberino… we’ve got to raise this kid together.”

Hop Pop, looking exhausted by the entire situation, let out a long sigh. “Maybe it’s time to stop pretending I’m the only one who has a say in this. I didn’t want this either, but it looks like we’re all stuck with him.” He gestured to Ribberino, who was trying to ride on Andrias’ back like a knight in training.

“Andrias, Grimes, you both need to get over your egos,” Anne said, her tone serious. “It’s not about who gets to be the father or the better parent. It’s about taking care of Ribberino, and doing it together. Because if you don’t, this kid is going to end up ruling the world in the most chaotic way possible.”

Grimes, still glaring at Andrias, took a deep breath, trying to control his temper. “Fine. I’ll… I’ll cooperate. For the kid’s sake. But don’t think for a second that I’m happy about this.”

“Good,” Andrias said, nodding as he cradled Ribberino. “Because if we’re going to make this work, we need to stop fighting and start acting like a family. A weird, dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless.”

Ribberino, who had been trying to chew on Grimes' armor, looked up at the group and raised his celery scepter once again. “We will rule with marshmallow-y justice!” he declared with a tiny giggle.

And so, in the heart of the royal palace, surrounded by the unlikely and the absurd, Andrias, Grimes, Hop Pop, Sasha, Marcy, and Anne began to realize that, for better or worse, their new “family” was going to be one wild, unpredictable ride. And with Lord Ribberino Supreme the First leading the way, there was no telling how crazy things would get.

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It had been a rare and peaceful morning in Amphibia. With Andrias preoccupied with his royal duties and Hop Pop off on one of his "important errands," Sasha, Anne, and Marcy had been tasked with a job they never thought they'd be doing: nannying Lord Ribberino Supreme the First.

To their surprise, the tiny frog had actually been relatively calm—well, for now. He had fallen asleep in a cozy little blanket nest they’d made for him in the corner of the palace garden, curled up like a tiny marshmallow prince. His marshmallow crown had slipped off to the side, resting on his belly, as his little scepter lay discarded by his side.

"Well, this isn't so bad," Anne whispered, smiling at Ribberino as he slept. "I mean, he’s adorable when he’s not trying to rule the world with marshmallow justice."

Sasha, leaning against a nearby stone pillar, chuckled quietly. "I’ll admit, I was expecting a lot more chaos today. But look at him. He’s actually cute when he’s asleep."

Marcy, sitting cross-legged on the grass, nodded, her dark hair catching the sunlight. "I don’t think I’ve seen this side of him before. He’s surprisingly peaceful... for now."

The trio exchanged soft smiles, the kind of smiles that had been rare during their tumultuous adventures. A peaceful, relaxing moment like this felt almost surreal. No battles, no running for their lives, no villains to fight. Just the three of them, hanging out.

Anne shifted closer to Marcy, gently resting her head on her friend’s shoulder. "I missed moments like this. Just... being together."

Marcy smiled and laid her head against Anne’s, feeling the warmth of her friend’s presence. ".Yeah, me too. This is nice. We’ve been through so much, it feels good to just be without all the pressure."

Sasha, who had been sitting a little further back, couldn’t help but feel the same sense of comfort. She had been through countless battles, struggled with her own emotions, and fought to find herself. But here, in this moment, everything felt easy again.

Without thinking, Sasha reached over and gently took Marcy’s hand in hers. It felt natural, like something they should have been doing all along. Anne noticed and, after a brief moment of hesitation, reached out to join their hands together, creating a small, perfect circle of warmth.

For a long moment, none of them said anything. They simply held hands, feeling the quiet peace of the garden, of their friendship, of the rare tranquility they had earned.

Then, just as the moment reached its peak, an ominous gurgling sound pierced the silence.

All three of them froze, turning slowly toward Ribberino, whose belly was making a very unsettling noise. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at them with a grin that could only be described as mischievously innocent.

“No... no, no...” Anne whispered, already dreading what was coming.

“Uh-oh,” Marcy said, her voice filled with concern. “I think he ate a bit too much of the good stuff this morning.”

Sasha tried to stay calm, but her eyes widened as Ribberino’s little belly started to bloat, his face contorting in that all-too-familiar sign of discomfort.

Before anyone could react, Ribberino raised his tiny frog butt into the air, let out a horrifically loud gurgling sound, and—

BOOM!

A massive explosion of frog-sized diarrhea shot out from Ribberino’s rear, spraying the surrounding area with such force that the trio barely had time to dodge. It was like a firehose of chaos, raining down on them in a sticky mess of froggy fury.

"OH MY GOSH!" Anne screamed, her eyes wide as the explosion of disaster continued. "WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?!"

Sasha, unable to escape the barrage, yelled, “THIS IS NOT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR TODAY!”

Marcy, who had tried to leap out of the way, was caught mid-jump and now found herself covered in an overwhelming amount of... well, you can guess. “I thought we were having a wholesome moment!” she exclaimed, trying to shake the mess off her arms.

They were all covered in frog-sized... chaos. Ribberino, still grinning proudly, hopped around happily, oblivious to the disaster he had just caused.

"I—I don't even know how to clean this up!" Anne gasped, wiping her face, now a mix of disgust and disbelief.

"We need to get out of here!" Sasha shouted, already making a beeline for the exit. "Grimes is going to kill us!"

Marcy, slipping and sliding in the mess, clung to Anne’s arm as they tried to escape the garden. “I thought we were having a wholesome moment!”

Once they finally stumbled outside of the garden, gasping for air and away from the toxic cloud of Ribberino’s chaos, they collapsed onto the grass, covered in a mixture of exhaustion and something else.

Anne wiped her forehead, laughing weakly despite the situation. “Well... that escalated quickly.”

Sasha let out a deep breath, looking at her now-messy hands. "Honestly, I think the hand-holding part of today’s bonding might be over."

Marcy, slipping her glasses back on and wiping a strand of hair from her face, laughed, shaking her head. "This is not how I imagined today going. But hey, at least it was memorable.”

Just as the three of them started to recover from the disaster, a familiar voice called out from behind them. "Well, well, well. Looks like you three had fun."

It was Grimes, standing at the entrance to the garden, looking at them with a raised eyebrow. And behind him, Hop Pop stood with his hands on his hips.

“Do I even want to know?” Hop Pop sighed, surveying the scene of devastation.

Sasha just stared at Grimes, then at the mess, and then finally at Ribberino, who was happily sitting in the middle of it all, innocent as could be.

“Nope. You don’t,” she muttered, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, Grimsey.”

Anne leaned back into the grass, exhausted but still laughing. "Well... at least it was a bonding moment, right?"

“Sure,” Marcy said, finally surrendering to the chaos. “If by bonding, you mean explosive.”

The trio shared a laugh, their laughter the only thing cutting through the mess around them. Even with everything ruined, even with Ribberino’s literal explosion of chaos, they were together—and that was all that mattered.

Just then, Grimes stepped forward, still holding Ribberino in his arms. He wasn’t exactly pleased with the situation, but it was what it was.

But as Grimes shifted Ribberino in his arms, disaster struck again. With a loud squeak, Ribberino wiggled too much, and—before anyone could react—Grimes lost his grip on the tiny frog.

“NO—!” Grimes shouted, as the tiny frog slipped from his hands, falling through the air like a missile. Hop Pop, who had just arrived and was trying to assess the mess, saw Ribberino’s tiny body flying toward him and instinctively lunged forward to catch him.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough.

Ribberino landed squarely on Hop Pop’s face, his tiny butt making direct contact with Hop Pop’s forehead. And before anyone could even blink—

BOOM!

An explosion of... well, you know what. It covered Hop Pop from head to toe, splattering across his face in a sticky, utterly disgusting mess.

“W-What—NO!” Hop Pop yelled, his eyes wide as he tried to wipe off the mess, but the more he tried, the worse it got. “What the—Grimes, you dropped him!”

Grimes stood frozen, eyes wide with horror as he watched his unfortunate mistake unfold. "I... I didn’t mean to!"

Sasha, Anne, and Marcy stood frozen for a moment, blinking in disbelief at the scene before them. And then, just like that, the laughter returned.

“Oh my—" Anne gasped between fits of laughter. "Hop Pop, you—you caught him in the face!"

Marcy, clutching her stomach from laughing so hard, wheezed, “That’s one way to bond with a baby.”

Sasha, still laughing, looked at Grimes and shook her head. "Grimsey, this is all your fault."

Just as Hop Pop wiped some of the mess off his face, he looked at Grimes, his face reddening so rapidly he could compete with Amity. “DAAAAMN YOUUUUUUUUUU!”

The girls, unable to control their laughter, bolted away, fleeing the scene of the mess and the chaos as fast as they could as Hop Pop scoops up the "chocolate pudding" left on the ground and aims it at Grimes.

Behind them, Grimes' shrill, high-pitched scream echoed through the garden: “F-FUUCCCKKKKKK!!! HOPPIES!!! HOW DAAREE YOUUUU”

"WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!" Sasha Laughs, popping her head back into the scene as SOON as she heard the nickname.

"IT-" Grimes blushes, then regains himself, "ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESSSSSSS" He screeches, then picks up tiny- Andrias, aiming his butt at Sasha's direction

"NO WAY IN HELL!!!!" Sasha screams, running away like a fish out of water.

Dying of laughter at this point, Anne and Marcy watches. As gross as it is, they couldnt help but be reminded of playing in the snow during winter.
(MERRY CHRISTMASSSS)