02x18 - Bessie and MicroAngelo/The Third Temple

[bunniefuu]

Good work, everyone!
Wish I could help, but...
no legs, you know?

Mm-hmm.

We depart for
the final temple tomorrow,
Bessie, ol' gal,

and I have a big job for ya.

Speak of the frog devil.

Polly, leave Micro-Angelo
here with us
and get back to packin'.

Want me to grab a w*apon or two
from the hidden armory
under the house?

Go grab a w*apon or three, dear.

These temples
have been pretty nasty,

and I wanna be ready
for anything.

That's what I'm talkin' about!

Now then, Bessie,
you remember Micro-Angelo?

The cute little snail
we bought in Newtopia?

Well, I'm sure you've noticed

that he is young and cute
and needs to be protected
at all costs.

Meep.

By contrast,
you are an older snail.

Much older.

I mean, you've seen your share
of winters, that's for sure.

The point is,
while we're busy
packing today,

I'm gonna need you
to take this little cutie
under your shell, all right?

He's your responsibility.

Can I trust you with
this very important job?

That's my good girl.

Don't let me down.
'Kay. Thanks. Bye!

Meep.

Meep.

Meep!

Ahh.

Can't have too many maps.

Or can you?

Definitely gonna need
these bad boys.

And now to get more
deadly weapons. Ha-ha!

So, Anne, I think we can
both agree everything's
riding on this last temple.

Yep.

And can we also agree

that you need
some new gear already?

- Fair.
- Good.

Because I already
fly-mailed Newtopia's
best armorer,

and he's on his way right now
to give you a whole new look!

Hold up. Did she
just say "new look"?

Yep. What's the problem?

Oh, no. Not again.

I cannot tell you
how many times
Sasha and Marcy

have tried to give me
a makeover!

Too short?

This is not gonna go well.

Meep, meep.

Meep.

Meep, meep.

My name is Bernardo.

Who is in need of my services?

Never mind.
It is clearly you.

Is it really that bad?

It's worse.

I don't know, Mar-Mar.

These old duds
have been good to me,
you know?

Anne, we're probably
going home soon.

Don't you want to live
the fantasy a little?
Try a new identity?

Role-play?
Enough chitty-chatty.

Anne, who do you want to be?

Uh...

A melee-focused warrior?

Maybe a staff-wielding mage.

Well, I'm excited
to see what you pick.
Have fun, you two.

I'm gonna go mix a bunch
of potions for tomorrow.

But...
In Newtopia this season,
it is all about barbarian.

Furs. Metal studs. Mallets.
Everyone looks good
in barbarian.

Trust me.

Barbarian sounds pretty cool.

Why don't you just wear a few
and see how you feel?
It won't hurt to try.

First up, this lovely
little number covered
with painful poison barbs.

Never mind.
That looks like it'll hurt.
Sprig!

Meep! Meep!

My potion!

Meep, meep.

Hmm. Aah!

Ow. Holy hornets!
My maps!

Bessie, what's gotten into you?

You're supposed to be
looking after Micro-Angelo,

not causing a frog-dang ruckus!

What the heck happened?

I thought you were my good girl.

This was obviously just
too much responsibility
for ya.

Come on, Bessie.

Oh?

Sorry, old girl.

Today's preparations
are just too important.

Meep? Meep, meep.

Meep?

Uh, guys?

Not really sure
this is my style.

I think you look neat.
Loving that loincloth.

Hmm, it is a bit loud.
Let's try a few options.

- Eggwellems!
- Aah!

Perhaps a sorceress supreme?

Eh, too magical.

An elite commando?

Too formal.

Crane style!
Mantis style!

Moth style.
No more bugs!

Your friend is, um, how to say?

Hard to please.
Tell me about it.

Guys, this stuff
is cool and all,
but it's too much.

I mean, who even needs
these giant metal hands?

Technically speaking,
those are siege gauntlets
with built-in fire launchers.

Is that a tiny trebuchet?

I'm gonna touch it.
No, Sprig, no!

Oops.
Sprig!

Meep! Meep!

Aah!

What in the world?

Oh! What's happening?

Wow.

Somebody please narrate
what's happening.

What?

Oh, my frog, Bessie!

Not only did you save
Micro-Angelo,

you saved us from being
nearly obliterated.

- Who put these
boom shrooms here?
- Uh, guilty.

Help. Please.

Are you okay?
Anne!

This is... perfect!

Are you okay?
Did you hit your head?
Are you crazy now?

I think the reason
I don't want a new look

is because I'm finally happy
with who I see in the mirror
right now.

So, whatever I put on,
I just want to be able to see
the same me looking back.

So, what do you guys think?

Minimalist.
Bernardo likes.

You're right.
It is perfect.
Whoo!

But a summer cut might be cute.

Looks like I owe you an apology.

I knew you were my good girl.

And you know?
Maybe it was all too much
to put on your shoulders.

Tell you what.

After today, you'll never have

to look after
Micro-Angelo again.

How's that... sound?

Okay.
Whatever you guys want.

I mean, you'd know better.

Wish I was a cute, little snail.