WARNING: This story contains farts and fatal popping.

This story is inspired by Scratte from Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs.

It was a sunny morning in the swamp, a lone frog stands at the edge of the murky pond he calls his home. Unfortunately, he finds that his lily pad is missing. “Oh dear, what's a home without furniture?” Panics Jimbo, looking around frantically. Gasping in horror, the frog spots his lily pad poking out atop a tall tree. “Ho darlin' I'm comin' for ya!” He cries, leaping wildly up the branches of the tree. While Jimbo makes his way up in a mad dash, the other animals of the swamp watch attentively for the battle that was about to transpire – for as many of them know, nobody messes with the bushy-tailed one...

Finally, atop the tree, the frog may as well have been on top of the world – it was a gorgeous view with miles of vegetation all around. “Lily my love, I'm here for ya!” Shouting so, Jimbo leaps at his furniture. WHAM! Suddenly, the leaf spins around and the frog is slapped away – revealing that a squirrel has been wearing it all along. “Back off, it's mine now!” Says Wendy, a frail red-furred squirrel with a lighter underbelly – shaking her butt at him mockingly. “Thief, return my lily pad!” Spits Jimbo, shaking his fist at her. “Not a chance green boy, this thing will buy me at least five acorns!” Speaking in a raspy tone, the squirrel tightens the leaf to her back and stances herself like a ninja.

Charging at her like a bull, Wendy leaps over the frog and tail whips him off his feet – nearly flipping him off the tree. Angered, Jimbo's body starts to puff up. Acknowledging how unstable the frog is becoming, the squirrel gets an idea. “Hey fly-breath, I'll make sure you never see another lily pad ever again!” Grins Wendy, folding her arms. Truly enraging the poor frog, he can't help but inflate further as his face reddens with rage. Wobbling in place, Jimbo's limbs and face become one with his body as they're pulled in tightly – cursing obscene profanities at the thief while he shadows over her, nearly three times larger in size.

Laughing crazily, the squirrel continues to berate him. “That's it, bigger!” With his body nice and tight, he's effectively become six times her size. Dastardly, Wendy approaches the swollen frog with her sharp fangs on display. “Time to pop!” She says with an ear-to-ear smile. Suddenly, Jimbo shoots his tongue at the squirrel and wraps it around her neck – pulling her muzzle between his lip. “Mph?!” Caught off guard, Wendy's expression quickly turns from amused to worried. PFFFT...! Rapidly, the frog begins exhaling everything he's got down the struggling squirrels throat – inflating her into a massive air balloon.

Morbidly, Wendy's body creaks with pressure as her paws wiggle around aimlessly – retreating into their own crevices. Tears trail down her swollen cheeks while her eyes bulge from their sockets, for the pressure was proving far too great for her to handle. “Mmmph!” She moans, now shadowing Jimbo instead of the other way around. As the fur thins from her massive expansion, showcasing her raw overstretched flesh, Wendy's tail perks up atop her astonishingly spherical form – spewing out a sputtering wet fart. Once the swamps mightiest squirrel, now the most comical balloon, the embarrassment is nearly as awful as the inflation.

Just as Wendy yowls with extreme remorse, she erupts – quaking the whole treetop. Getting launched from the explosion like an action hero, Jimbo grabs his lily pad mid-fall and uses it to glide across the swamp. As the frog makes his bold descent, the creatures greet him with flowers and praise. Landing in the pond like a surfer, Jimbo stands triumphantly on his leaf. “Our king!” Hisses a snake, the other animals alike nodding in agreement. Since the heroic frog has brought peace to the land for years to come, the swamps finest artists chisel out a painting on the tree Jimbo battled Wendy on – depicting a crowned frog holding up a ballooned squirrel like a planet, teaching lessons behind the dangers of the inflated ego. THE END