On the farm, we were picking weeds, lots of weeds. Sprig saw some cowapillars and thought of a great idea. "Hey, Hop Pop, great idea." Sprig said. "What if we trained the cowapillars to eat these weeds?" "Suggestion barrel is over there." Hop Pop points at a barrel. "Suggestion 89..." Sprig wrote. "Hey, do you think he actually reads these?" Anne asked. "Not a chance." I replied. "Doubt it." Polly added. "I suggested a swimming pool months ago, and that never happened." "Oh, c'mon guys, have a little more faith in Hop Pop." Sprig said as he got his hand stuck in the barrel. He accidentally tipped it over, revealing a pit of fire. "A fire pit?" Polly asked. "That's the opposite of a swimming pool!" "Why, Hop Pop, why!" Sprig cried. "Because your suggestions were ridiculous." Hop Pop replied. "You can't just dig swimming pools anywhere, it attracts pests, running a farm ain't easy, kids." "Maybe, but if I were in charge, I'd listen to people's suggestions, not burn them." "You, Run the farm?" Hop Pop asked. "Run it into the ground, maybe." "Is that an official challenge?" Polly asked. Sprig jumped up to a bell and rang it multiple times. "Sprig Plantar, you have rung the Plantar Family Challenge bell!" Polly exclaimed. "What is your challenge?" "I wanna replace Hop Pop and run the farm my way." "I do formally accept this challenge." Hop Pop said. "I'm sure this'll make sense in a moment." Anne said.

"What the heck is going on?" I asked. "The Plantar Family Challenge." Hop Pop replied. "An artful test of skill where the winner takes all!" Sprig added. "They push each other until someone falls off a lily pad." Polly explains. "It's dumb, but fun to watch." "This'll be good." I groaned. "Has Sprig ever won?" Anne asked. "I've won in spirit." Sprig replied. "So, no." I said. "Enough chit chat." Polly said. "Let the challenge begin!" Sprig and Hop Pop started wrestling with each other. "Give it up, boy!" Hop Pop exclaimed. "I've got the experience and the upper body strength." "Oh yeah?" Sprig asked. "Well, I've got the moral high ground!" Sprig throws Hop Pop in the mud, causing him to win the challenge. "Sprig won?" We gasped. "I won?" Sprig asked. "Nice work, dude." Anne compliments. "I don't believe it." Sprig said. "I'm head of the farm!" "Looks like my time is over." Hop Pop sighed.

At the house, we were still cheering for Sprig. "Alright, that's enough." Sprig said. "Okay, maybe a few more." "Sprig, Sprig, Sprig!" We chanted. "Love it." Sprig said. "First order of business, as long as I'm in charge, no suggestions are bad!" "Swimming pools?" Polly asked. "You betcha." Sprig replied. "Free WiFi?" I asked. "I don't know what that is, but sure." Sprig replied. "Dance parties?" Anne asked. "Let's have one right now, baby!" Sprig exclaimed as Anne played music from her phone.

We've been working on improving the farm for hours. Sprig approved many suggestions, like a swimming pool for Polly, a dance party patio, but sadly, no WiFi, because he didn't know how it worked or what it was. "Soak it in, gang." Sprig said. "This is what good leadership looks like." "Uh, anybody worried about Hop Pop?" I asked. "I haven't seen him since we got back." "He's probably off licking his wounds." Sprig replied.

Later, we were having fun on the slide that attached to the house. "Incoming!" Sprig yells as he goes down the slide and into the pool. Suddenly, Anne's stomach started growling and so did mine. "Is anyone else, like, starving?" Anne asked. "You're not the only one." I replied. "Dinner." Sprig said. "Great suggestion, guys." We went inside to look for food, but the pantry was empty. "Huh, no food in here either." Anne said. "Guess today's the day Hop Pop goes to the grocery store." Sprig replied. "What are we gonna do, I'm getting hangry!" I grunted. Sprig ran outside and came back with a bunch of veggies from the farm. "Fresh from Mother Nature's garden of delights." Sprig said. "Dig in, everyone." But we screamed as a giant worm was eating them. Luckily, Anne grabbed Polly's bucket and trapped it inside. "Whoops, forgot to check for pests." Sprig said. "I'm beginning to think there's a few things we don't know about running a farm." I commented. "We've got some kinks to work out, sure." Sprig confirmed. "But isn't it better to live in a place where you're listened to?" "I guess so." Anne replied. "Sure?" I questioned. "It definitely is." Polly said as the worm escaped.

In the night, we ran into Hop Pop's room, where he was sleeping. "Sprig, we have a situation!" I exclaimed. "Situation?" He asked. We led him outside to see many pests invading the farm.

"I've called this meeting for obvious reasons." Sprig explains. "The farm is ruined." Anne said. "We have no food and we'll die." Polly confirmed. "The fact that we have no food is frog abuse and human abuse." I added. "Luckily for us, we have the power of great suggestions and management that listens." Sprig nodded. "So have at it, guys, what should we do, remember, there are no bad suggestions." "Let's find Hop Pop and put him back in charge." We suggested in unison. Sprig stopped. "Hopediah Plantar was a tyrant!" Sprig exclaimed. "A tyrant who knew how to run a farm." I replied. "And more importantly, cook." Polly added. "I will not go back to that life!" Sprig snapped. "Don't you like being listened to?" "I don't exactly feel listened to right now." Anne said. "Ditto." Polly added. "You're kinda freaking me out, bro." Sprig started growling in anger, but quickly calmed down. "Let's take 15 minutes and start this meeting over." Sprig whispers. "And next time, bring a good suggestion!" Sprig walked back into the house, leaving me outside with Anne and Polly. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked. "Oh, yeah." They replied.

We looked all over town, but there was no sign of Hop Pop. We came across a cemetery to find Hop Pop with some bugs. "There he is!" Polly exclaimed. "Hop Pop!" "Dude, we've been looking all over for you." Anne said. "Hello, girls." Hop Pop sighed. "You here to help us scavenge?" "No." I explained. "Sprig is ruining the farm, you've gotta come back." "We've been eating nothing but raw potatoes." Polly added. "I'm having digestive strife, Hop Pop, digestive strife!" "Gimme a minute, boys." He said to the beetles as they left his side. "I've grown since the last time you saw me, how long's it been now?" "A day and a half." Polly replied. "I've got me a new life among these beetles." Hop Pop explains. "They've taught me about community, equality, listening." "Sprig sleeps in your bed now." Anne confirmed. "He what?" Hop Pop gasped.

Back at the house, Sprig was waiting for us by his chalkboard, where the last meeting was, unaware that we left to find Hop Pop. "Now, where did those ungrateful kids get off to?" Sprig asked himself. Hop Pop made this amazing entrance in front of Sprig. "I have returned." Hop Pop said. "I don't believe it!" Sprig snapped. "Backstabbers, conspirators!" "Sorry, dude." I said. "We had a good run, big ambitions..." "But we didn't know what we were doing." Polly added. "We had a beautiful dream, but I guess I'm the only one willing to fight for it." Sprig growled. "Sprig Plantar, I challenge you to a rematch!" Hop Pop shouts as he rings a bell. "Winner gets control of the farm, forever!" "Sprig, do you accept this challenge?" Polly asked. "Please say yes." Anne said. "Please." I added. "I accept." Sprig replied with determination.

We returned to the lily pad for the rematch. "I beat you once, I can do it again." Sprig said. "I'll prove my way is right." "We'll see." Hop Pop grunted. "Let the final challenge begin!" Polly exclaimed as they began to fight. "The girls told me everything, Sprig." Hop Pop confirmed. "What?" Sprig asked. "You're destroying the farm." Hop Pop explains. "Don't you see, even if you win, you lose." Sprig kicked his grandfather in the face. "So I'm just supposed to go back to the way things were?" Sprig asked. "You never listened to us!" "And I was wrong." Hop Pop said. "I know now that you can't work together unless everyone has a say." "You... you mean it?" Sprig asked as his voice broke. "I have to admit, most of my ideas were pretty terrible, I think we even caused permanent damage to the ecosystem." "Yeah, but some of them could work." Hop Pop said. "We'll never know unless we try, I promise from now on to actually read your suggestions." We all gasped from Hop Pop's words. "Promise?" Sprig asked. "Promise." He replied as Sprig let go of Hop Pop's arms and fell off the lily pad. "And the winner is Hop Pop!" Polly exclaimed, ringing the bell.

A few days have passed and we worked on improving the farm. "Think we could set up some shade, Hop Pop?" Anne asked on a hot day. Hop Pop grabbed a giant mushroom to block out the sun. "Great suggestion, Anne." Hop Pop said. "Thanks, Hop Pop." Anne replied. "And over there, I kept a small version of your swimming hole." Hop Pop continued. "Oh, and best of all, no more pit of fire." "Thanks, Hop Pop." Sprig cried, giving him a hug."