Episode 64: The Frog-Kissing Cushion—Royal Pains and Ribbit Regrets

It was a quiet morning at the shop—until a noblewoman burst through the door, clutching a velvet pouch like her entire social status depended on it.

Felix barely looked up. "Let me guess. You need a magic beauty potion?"

The noblewoman scoffed. "Excuse me?! I am already flawless."

Zira leaned in. "Then… how can we help?"

The noblewoman dramatically pulled out a very disgruntled frog from the pouch.

Felix blinked. "You brought a… toad?"

The frog croaked. Loudly.

The noblewoman gasped. "How dare you! This is not a toad! This is Prince Leopold of Brighthollow!"

Zira's expression did not change. "…You sure?"

The noblewoman huffed. "Of course, I'm sure! He was cursed by a jealous witch, and now he's… this."

Felix crossed his arms. "Okay, so why not just kiss him? That's how these things usually go."

The noblewoman shuddered. "Ew. Absolutely not. Do you know where frogs have been?"

The frog croaked again, sounding deeply offended.

"…Right. So, what do you need from us?" Zira asked.

The noblewoman smiled way too sweetly. "A cushion that will turn him back! But—" she held up a perfectly manicured finger, "—it must only work under a full moon, and I refuse to do anything unless I can sing something suitably ridiculous."

Felix stared. "You… want to serenade a frog on a cushion under moonlight?"

"Yes."

"…Just making sure I heard that right."

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The Crafting: The Most Extra Cushion Ever

Felix sighed but got to work:

✔ A transformation spell (linked to lunar cycles)

✔ A trigger enchantment (activated by singing)

✔ Extra fluffiness (because rich people are picky)

Zira watched with mild disgust. "So we're making a pillow that only works if you do a karaoke night for amphibians?"

Felix smirked. "Exactly."

"…Why are we like this?"

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The Test Run: A Musical Mess

Felix handed the noblewoman the enchanted cushion. "Alright, just place the frog on it under the full moon and start singing."

The noblewoman grimaced. "Do I really have to sing?"

Felix grinned. "No song, no prince."

She sighed dramatically, placed the frog on the cushion, and then…

Cleared her throat.

And began to sing.

"Oh, magical cushion, so fluffy and bright!

Turn this poor froggie into my knight!

Ribbit and croak, don't be so mean—

I need a prince, not something green!"

There was a dramatic puff of smoke.

The frog vanished.

And in his place…

…stood a very confused raccoon.

Felix coughed. "…Okay, that was not supposed to happen."

The raccoon chittered aggressively.

The noblewoman shrieked. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Felix frantically flipped through his notes. "Uhhh… tiny mistake. Looks like the spell got mixed up with—"

The raccoon hissed.

Zira sighed. "Yeah, we accidentally triggered a 'random transformation' clause."

The noblewoman looked ready to explode. "FIX IT."

Felix grabbed the raccoon and plopped him back on the cushion. "Try again."

The noblewoman scowled but started singing again.

"Fluff and magic, let's get this right!

No more mistakes—restore my knight!"

Another puff of smoke.

And standing there, blinking in confusion…

…was now a very tired-looking goat.

Felix scratched his head. "Huh. At least we're moving closer to mammals."

The goat bleated.

The noblewoman looked like she was going to throw the cushion at Felix's face.

Zira quickly intervened. "Okay, okay, one more try. Just… sing better."

The noblewoman gritted her teeth and belted out:

"Cushion of magic, please don't be mean—

Stop making this worse, just make him human again!"

A final puff of smoke.

And standing there, looking utterly traumatized…

…was Prince Leopold.

Completely naked.

The noblewoman shrieked.

Leopold yelped.

Felix barely contained his laughter.

Zira handed him a blanket. "Okay, we're done here."

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The Aftermath: A Customer Review… Sort Of

The noblewoman stormed out, dragging a very confused and mostly embarrassed prince with her.

Felix leaned back. "I'd say that was a 10/10 performance."

Zira smirked. "Yeah, we should start charging extra for musical transformations."

Felix grinned. "Next time, let's make one that only works with interpretive dance."

Just then, the shop bell jingled again.

A new customer walked in, holding… a spoon that was humming a tune.