Super Frog's Missing Loot

While Miss Georgina wined and dined on gator meat, a few miles down the road in another state a concerned Super Frog assessed the worst-case bucket issue scenario.

Taking off the cover, figuring out the temporary ‘not going in’ problem Super Frog turned on the radio and heard a cyclone warning.

“Take shelter, horny toads, take shelter,” the message screamed.

Grabbing the frozen supply of red harvester ants Super Frog sounded his horn and decided to defend the fort worth protecting. “This isn’t the Alamo Dome!”

Scrambling around, all the horny toads suddenly stopped, huddled together in a mass forceful showing. For hours they waited then straight from Iowa, the cyclone blew away the entire pod even Super Frog went flying, safely landing in Dallas.

Soon, when everything calmed down Super Frog went back to inspect the area, nothing went untouched. Nibbling on the contents in the ant jar Super Frog rummaged through discarded ‘Cheez It’ boxes and a half-filled Dr. Pepper can.

“Glad it is not half empty,” one horny frog observed.

“None of this is all right,” Super Frog commented, “we must rebuild.”

“But how?”

“We must go to Mr. Sofi,”

Packing their Tootie horns, the frogs hopped on the next bus to Los Angeles with dreams of meeting Mr. Sofi and hopefully getting a loan to repair all the damage. When they arrived, the huge building seemed a big jump but to save their fort it was worth it.

Betty Ludlum flipped through the tempting teasing tabloids, working the phones, and positively greeted the croaker contingent, “can I help you?” She smiled.

“Yes,” Super Frog opened the discussion, “we would like to meet with Mr. Sofi about a loan.”

“To repair damage from the Iowa cyclones,” another toad explained.

Going to her keyboard the recent college graduate handling the entry level position started typing, “do you have a password?”

Super Frog reached into his pocket grabbing the purple, white and black book, “here,”

“Thank you," Betty reached out.

“My screen says, Miss Georgina has your password,” Betty reported.

Hearing this news put fear into the visitors, “what can we do?”

“We can reset your password,” Betty offered allowing Super Frog the opportunity to whisper a new combination in her ear.

“Great, we are in,” the receptionist announced, “but there is nothing in the account.”

“Nothing in the account,” the horns blew, “where did the money go?”

“It says Miss Georgina and her bulldog picked it up!”

“What?” Super Frog panickily exclaimed.

Feeling awful about the situation Betty Ludlum confessed that Miss Georgina and her bulldog, who goes by alias ‘que’ and ‘Uga X’ received funding after winning the Mr. Sofi created game show.

Hours later the horny frogs reserved a room, “what are we going to do to get the money to fix what the Iowa cyclones damaged?”

“We must lure Miss Georgina and her bulldog back to Los Angeles to take it back,” Super Frog thought up a plan, “what does a southern belle really want?”

“Same things that a Texan does,” the younger horny frog mentioned.

“A competitive show,” Super Frog stated, “a high scoring extravaganza.”

“Everybody will win then,”

“Oh, we will be victorious,” Super Frog corrected, "but playing the over, we will have enough to fix the tragedy caused when we were not prepared for the Iowa cyclones.”

After a restful ribbit, the group returned to Mr. Sofi, and were given the red-carpet treatment with the only thing missing, the national crown, “we have alerted Miss Georgina and the bulldog about the situation,” Mr. Sofi explained “and they have accepted the challenge.”

“Good,” Super Frog confidently tapped the briefcase filled with money the annual red harvester bake sales raised, “we will put on a good production, and everyone will go home happy.”