( wind blowing )

( Quack snoring )

NARRATOR:
After a dark and stormy night,

Quack was finally getting
some sleep.

( mumbling sleepily )

NARRATOR:
The wind, however,
was not cooperating.

( Quack snoring )

D-oh!

Are you done?

Can I go back to sleep?

( wind stops blowing )

Thank you!

( yawns )

( wind picks up again )

Blech!

Oh, for Pete's sake!

You can have the rest
of the pond, okay?

Just stay away from here!

Wha...?

Hmm.

( gasps )

Peep, Peep! Peep! Peep!

( Peep snoring )

QUACK ( getting closer ):
Peep! Peep!

( snoring )

QUACK:
Peep!

PEEP:
Huh?

( Quack panting )

Hi, Peep.

( Peep yawns )

Hi, Quack.

Uh... yeah.

Is something wrong?

No.

Well, actually...

There was this thing
in my pond--

all different colors and stuff,

and it was round
like a, you know, round thing,

and it flew over my head,
and then it went away!

Like that.

Like what?

You know, that!

Well, just thought I'd tell you.

Bye.

( Peep yawns )

QUACK:
It was right... there.

I was swimming,
and I turned around and...

Hmm.

PEEP:
I don't see anything.

QUACK:
I know.

It came from over there,
and it flew over my head,

and then it went away.

Maybe you were dreaming, Quack.

QUACK:
You know,
you might be right.

That would explain
everything.

( laughs )

( chuckles )

I'm going to go find Chirp.

I'll see you later, okay?

QUACK:
Yeah, yeah, sure, Peep.

( yawns )

Thanks for clearing that up.

( snores )

Quack, quack, quack.

( snoring )

( sleepily ):
Cut it out, okay?

You're tickling my, uh...

( shrieks )

Hmm.

Huh?

( takes deep breath )

Hey! Fish! Where are you?

RED FISH:
What's the matter, Quack?

QUACK:
Did you see a... thing?

A round, floaty thing?

I think
it came down here.

Oh, okay.

Well, if you do see it,

just give me a, uh...
bump or something, okay?

Thanks, everyone.

( light wind begins blowing )

Huh?

Wait!

Where are you going?!

Come back!

( huffing and puffing )

You're going too fast!

These feet were made
for walking!

Slow... ( pants ) down!

( panting )

CHIRP:
Uh... Quack?

Who are you talking to?

QUACK:
I'm talking
to those flying things.

( Quack sighs deeply )

Come down to my pond
and see for yourself.

QUACK:
Hmm.

CHIRP:
I don't see anything.

QUACK:
Oh, just wait.

They'll be back.

Quack.

PEEP:
Are you sure
you're not dreaming?

QUACK:
I'm sure.

They're very tricky, though.

The minute you fall asleep,

they sneak up
and sit on your nose.

CHIRP:
Are you talking
about mosquitoes?

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm talking about stuff
that floats in the air--

like birds--
only much, much better.

CHIRP:
Right.

Come on, Peep,
let's go find more leaves.

QUACK:
Don't blame me if you
miss out on the fun!

Too bad for her, huh?

PEEP:
If you see any more,
just yell, okay?

Better than birds?

That's just crazy.

Quack needs
to get more sleep.

PEEP:
I know.

We should go back later
and check on him.

NARRATOR:
Poor Quack.

It's really hard
to describe a bubble

if you don't know
the name for it.

( Quack sighs )

Now, you've seen them, right?

They're round, they go into
the air, then they disappear?

QUACK:
You must know what I mean.

They fly so fast, not even
a duck can catch them!

QUACK:
Round? Floaty?

Kind of... hmm... bouncy?

NEWTON:
Hmm...

I'm sorry.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

( Quack sighs )

Quack.

QUACK:
Yeah, yeah, nice dance.

Got to run, kid.

I'm not crazy.

I know what I saw.

I saw round, floaty, bouncy
things come out of my pond

and fly into the air.

That's my story, and I'm
sticking to it. Quack.

Ribbit.

( wind starts blowing )

Enough with the wind, okay?

I'm not in the mood!

Wha...?

Wha...?

There they are!

They're here!

That's them!

Uh... Peep! Chirp! Hey, guys!

Peep! Chirp!

Wait.

If I leave, they'll disappear,
and no one will believe me!

( gasps )

You'll tell everyone,
right?

You'll tell them
what you saw?

FROG:
Ribbit.

QUACK:
Oh...

NARRATOR:
The next day,
with the frog as his witness,

Quack had the last laugh.

QUACK:
Yep, I was wide awake,
not dreaming,

and the roundy things
landed on my pond

and grew gigantic
and then...

they were gone--
gone with the wind.

FROG:
Ribbit.

QUACK:
Oh, yeah, right.

I forgot.

They had lots
of colors on them.

FROG:
Ribbit.

QUACK:
So next time, maybe
you'll believe me,

because you missed out--
hmm-hmm-hmm--

on something really special.

FROG:
Ribbit.

NARRATOR:
That's right.

The next time a duck and a frog
have something to say,

you'd better listen.

PEEP:
What does "ribbit" mean,
exactly?

CHIRP:
I wish I knew, Peep.

I wish I knew.