#mr.frog smiling friends

[sf3uuf]

Everyone really liked these, so I made a part 2!

[onomakota]

Can I Touch your Hair?

I'm sorry that I made this??

[crying-k0ala]

Mr. Frog really scared the shit out of me

[katkalis-the-horror-fanartist]

Peach Peach Dopple but doing the mr.frog raining money pose

[Replace the money with peaches]

YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO THIS ONE CAUSE I LOVE SMILING FRIENDS-

And the original for reference just in case:

Thanks for letting me STEAL YOUR IDEA I GUESS-

[foolishnoisemakingcreature]

SMILING FRIENDS ENDING MOVIE LEAK

SMILING FRIENDS ENDING LEAKED! Charlie: heh, maybe smiling was the friends at the end of the day Pim: that adventure TRULY bring us some smiling friends Mr. boss: hey lets put some jam on! Smormu (angel): Jam! i love jam! (everybody looks at smormu) Pim: oh you silly! Jam like the music! (jojo siwa karma starts playing and everyone starts dancing) Mr.frog (sad in the corner crying) Pim looks at him Mr.Frog: um hello, im sorry, um hello i was so terrible,,,, GYULP Pim: oh mr.frog you did a lot of mess but you can get better! Pim walks in with mr.frog and everyone gasps Everyone: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Mr.Frog: um hello im so sorry, before i go to jail i want to do something Everyone: GULPPPPPPP Mr.frog starts breakdancing and jaming to the music (Epic credits to the edd sheeran music) epic post credit scene: pim and charlie makes out and everyone is happy and heh they are truly SMILING FRIENDS. Mr.frog goes to jail where he becames a better person

[strebcr]

I made a smiling friends oc! Her name is Maggie. A former resident of hell and Jeremy's bitch #girlboss ex wife who took the house in the god danm divorce 😔 she left hell to fulfill her business pursuits. She's Mr.Frog's current PR manager. My headcanon voice for her is just Bitsy Brandenham.

[caliboron]

I’ve gotta sleep but I finally found motivation to write. Here’s some of the fic I’m working on rn, I’ll keep writing when I wake up

It was a slow day at the office for the four Smiling Friends, but none of them seemed to mind. A comfortable silence had filled the room, aside from the droning hum of the refrigerator. Allan had the door propped open while he bent over and examined it’s contents.

“Alright. Who keeps eating my yogurt? It’s not funny anymore.” Allan let the fridge door slowly close on its own as he gave his coworkers a suspicious glare.

Pim and Glep sat next to each other at the table. They had a Mr.Frog coloring book spread open so they each had a page to color. Crayons were scattered across the table. “Meh.” Glep groaned. He sounded uninterested.

“It’s not me. I wouldn’t do something like that without permission.” Pim stuck out his tongue as he focused on the half-colored page of The Bug before him.

“That’s exactly what a guilty person would say.” Allan squinted at Pim, then his attention turned to Charlie. “What about you?”

Charlie was glued to his phone at the moment. “Huh? What about me?”

“Have you been eating my yogurt?”

“Oh, those were yours?”

“I knew it! Of course they were mine! They had my name on them.”

“They did? I guess I just never noticed.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Charlie.”

“Whatever man, just… Oh, holy shit.”

“What?”

“I think I’ve finally tracked down Jombo. I actually did it.”

“What’s a Jombo?” Allan raised a brow in confusion.

“Oh, it’s um. This guy Charlie met at The Boss’s wedding.” Pim mentioned as he accidentally colored out of the lines. “Aw, shucks.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, I thought he was cool, like fifth smiling friend material cool, but then he ripped me off and ghosted me.”

“How did he rip you off?” Allan crossed his arms as he spoke.

“He sold him a fake knife. Like one of those plastic, retractable gag knives.” Pim propped his head up with his hand, looking over his coloring page and admiring his work.

“And how much did you pay for it?” Allan watched as Charlie worked up the nerve to answer him.

“…Six hundred dollars.” Charlie shamefully admitted.

“Holy crap, why? How did you even… Did you not realize it was made of plastic when you bought it?”

“Look, man, I was drunk off my ass, okay? You don’t have to rub it in all smug-like.”

“Oh, but I love doing that.”

“Yeah, I know you do.”

“Well I knew that you know I do.”

“Whatever! The point is, it doesn’t matter because I’m gonna get my money back. Every last cent.”

“I thought you said he deleted everything and moved to New Jersey?” Pim said as he watched Glep finish his coloring page, patiently waiting to turn the page until he was done.

“He did, but I found him. Every day since we saved the boss from that demon chick, I’ve been googling Jombo and lurking on forums and shit, and I just found someone talking about a pawn shop called ‘Jumbo Jombo’s’ that’s in Red Bank, New Jersey. It’s gotta be him.”

“So you’re gonna go visit him?”

“And demand my money back, yep.”

“What if he says no?”

“Well, I, uh… He probably won’t.”

“How are you going to get there?”

“I mean, I figured you could drive me there in the company car.”

“Ah, gee, I would if I could, Charlie, but I can’t. My license expired last week and I haven’t gotten around to renewing it yet.”

“Damn, that sucks. I can’t drive either, my license is suspended.”

“You don’t have a license.” Allan flatly stated.

“Um, yes, I do. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because it’s not true. I told you earlier; you’re a terrible liar.”

“Dude, I’m not lying.”

“Okay, then show me your license.”

Charlie stuck his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants and pulled them out to reveal they were empty. “It must be in my other pants.”

“Mhm. I’m sure it must be.”

“Get off my case, man.”

“…Glep, can you drive?” Charlie rolled a crayon in Glep’s direction to get his attention.

“Zweeezasaysbhav.” Glep brushed Charlie off.

“Glep‘a not allowed to drive no more. Not after the incident.” Allan explained.

“I’m not gonna waste my time wondering what that means.” Charlie sighed, heavily. “Allan?”

“Yeeees?”

“Could you drive me to New Jersey?”

“I suppose I could drive you with my real license that actually exists. But, what’s in it for me?”

“I’ll give you a hundred bucks once I get my money back.”

“Make it two hundred and I’ll consider it.”

“Okay, sure, fine.”

“Are you sure The Boss will let us take the company car for this little endeavor?”

“I think he’s at a nude beach or something. That’s what he said, anyway. He won’t care.”

“Me and Glep can come too, right?” Pim asked, excitedly.

“Nah, somebody’s gotta stay behind in case we get a call to make someone smile. You can handle that on your own, right?”

“Um… I guess so. It shouldn’t be too hard! Right, Glep?”

Glep muttered some gibberish under his breath. He didn’t plan on helping Pim at all.

“Alright, let’s go.” Charlie said as he and Allan headed out the doorway.

Pim ran after them and waved goodbye. “Bye Charlie! Bye Allan! I love you! Byyyye!”

[little-annie]

I know I already reblogged this... but I felt compelled to write a little story to go along with it.

🐸 🐸 🐸

“Hi there Mr.Frog.” A six year old Eddie Munson whispers while lying on his belly just behind Mrs. Jansen’s trailer. He's barefoot, a little covered in mud from hopping around like his new amphibious friend, and with rosy cheeks his curls hang only a few inches from his head.

The frog -Mr. Frog- ribbits at him and after a short giggle Eddie ribbits back.

He's at Uncle Wayne's for the week, dropped off by his momma on one of her trips into the city. Left to run free and frolic through the trailer park. Wayne knows everyone there, it's a small town, it's safe, and Eddie has been having the time of his life making new friends. Aside from Mr. Frog, Mrs. Jansen is his favourite. She always has cookies and even though she smells like cigarettes and cheap perfume, Eddie always loves the hugs she gives every time he visits.

After a while of ribbiting back and forth between him and the frog, Eddie eventually manages to scoop up the tiny animal and drop it into the front breast pocket of his overalls.

Surprising to anyone but Eddie, the frog happily settles in. Little beady eyes alert and tiny slimy arms hanging over the worn brown denim. It ribbits occasionally, but settles in for the ride.

Slowly making his way back to Wayne's trailer, Eddie manages to introduce his frog friend to a few more residents of the trailer park. All of which smile and laugh, giving Eddie's curly little head a ruffle and greeting the frog just how a six year old would see fit.

When he reaches the trailer and finds Wayne working beneath one of his trucks, Eddie runs the few remaining feet to his uncle. The frog bouncing around in his pocket, Eddie happily yells Wayne's name on repeat until the old man pops out from beneath his vehicle.

When Wayne's upright, there's a sigh of exhaustion puffed out of his smoke stained lips, but along with it there's also a smile as he crouches down to Eddie's height and gives the frog a little pat on the head.

“Boy, what am I going to do with you?”

Nearly bouncing on his heels, Eddie chants, “Can I keep him Uncle Wayne? Can I keep him? Can I keep him?”

Wayne smiles fondly just like he always does and ruffles Eddie's curls. “We gotta ask your momma, but I'm sure you can.”

Eddie jumps excitedly, the poor frog bouncing around in his pocket as he does so, and running as fast as his bare little feet can take him, Eddie hardly hears as Wayne calls after him, “Boy, where the hell are your shoes!?”

–

As the week passes Eddie and Mr. Frog become fast friends. To Wayne's horror the frog does everything with Eddie. Sleeps alongside him in bed, follows him with jumping steps through the trailer, swims through the warm waters of the tub, and eats his meal of crickets that Wayne had to go buy from the pet store, while they eat their breakfast, lunch and dinner.

A few times Wayne has even caught the frog happily sitting on Eddie's head as the boy sits cross-legged on the floor watching TV.

By the time Elsie comes back around, Eddie can't wait to introduce Mr. Frog to his momma.

She and Wayne are having coffee in the kitchen when Eddie comes clambering up the steps of the trailer. Thankfully wearing shoes -the boy's mother would have Wayne's head had she known Wayne allows Eddie to run around barefoot- Eddie's all bright eyes and bouncing curls as he looks to his chagrined momma. It's in the same instant that she fondly sighs the boy's name, that he blurts out, “Uncle Wayne said I could keep him!”

Giving Wayne a side eyed glance like she knows Eddie's words are those of the muddled mind of a child and not entirely true, she still smiles and crouches to her knees, “Let me meet your new friend baby, come here.”

Giggling, Eddie comes running.

visits to uncle waynes house

[strebcr]

This is Maggie :^) She's my smiling friends oc! A former resident of hell and Jeremy's bitch #girlboss ex wife who took the house in the god danm divorce 😔 she left hell to fulfill her business pursuits. She's Mr.Frog's current PR manager. Here's my headcanon voice for her.