"Arthur...ARTHUR..." she croaked. Arthur

the frog to end all frogs. She was the Boss Frog. She was the Frogadonna. She was the frog against whom all other frogs were measured. She was the frog that nightmares were made

of; that frog that your momma warned you about. She dated toads, had a tattoo of a snake eating a kitten on her hind leg, and basically did what she wanted when she wanted. The swa

mp queen they called her, the toughest meanest bullfrog banshee in the bayou. When she was just a tadpole, a Frog with a crown promised her riches just like your Prince Charming

Chin. The Princess picked up the bullfrog and kissed it. Not just a peck, a full on French thing. But the Frog's tongue was sticky and

gave her a few kinds of warts. Even worse, the frog refused to transform into a prince. He was getting way more action now than he ever did as a human. He croaked suggestively at

her, hoping she'd take the hint-nope. The stupid girl was too focused on her Belgian waffles, which at this moment in time looked much better than any frog prince she could find.

The stupid girl's preference for Belgian waffles over frog princes is reasonable! I've never had a Belgian waffle cover me in slimy kisses or start croaking at the crack of dawn

and I've never had a frogprince satisfy me quite like a Belgian Waffle. With whipped cream, endless fruit toppings.. Chocolate sauce.. Stupid girl was on to something.

So I decided to have my cake & eat it, too. I hired the Battletoads to serve me breakfast in bed. They threw the plate in my face, wrapped me in my sheets & hung me out the window.