[Marle was just lying down on a bench in the park, doodling in her journal. Normally she wouldn't, but eh, who cares who sees her scribbles of hearts and flowers and... Frogs wearing capes. She's about to add a sword when, out of the grass, a frog leaps up onto her face. Marle freezes in place, eyes shut tight, for several seconds before...]
... EEEEEEEEEEK! Oh, gross gross gross! Get it off me! [Throws the frog through the air, it's green cape tied tightly in place and fluttering behind it.] Ewww!