- Narrator: [as Frog sees Toad's unchanged calendar] Frog looked at Toad's calendar.
- Frog: [goes over to the calendar] November?
- Narrator: [as Frog tears off each calendar page one at a time] Frog tore off the November page. He tore off the December page, and the January page, the February page, and the March page.
- Frog: [sighs] It's only April now.
- [we hear a triangle tinging]
- Frog: Ohh...
- [turning back to the calendar to tear off the April page]
- Narrator: Frog tore off the April page, too.
- Narrator: [as Frog runs up the path to Toad's house; first line] It was a beautiful, bright morning as Frog ran up the path to Toad's house.
- Toad: [having trouble thinking of a story to tell Frog while he's sick] I'll go out on the front porch and walk up and down. Perhaps that will help me to think of a story.
- Frog: Once upon a time--there were two good friends, a frog and a toad. The frog was not feeling well. He asked his friend, the toad, to tell him a story. So the toad walked up and down on the porch, but couldn't think of a story. He stood on his head, but he couldn't think of a story. He poured water over his head, but he couldn't think of a story. He banged his head against the wall, but he still could *not* think of a story. Then the toad did not feel so well, and--the frog was feeling better. So the toad went to bed, and the frog got up, and told him a story. The end. How was that, Toad? Uh, Toad?
- Narrator: Toad did not answer. He had fallen asleep.
- Sparrow: [flying down with a button in her beak and placing it before Toad] Excuse me, did you lose a button? I found one.
- Toad: [going to the sparrow and picking up the button to examine it] *This* is not my button. This button has *two* holes. My button had *four* holes.
- Raccoon: [coming out from behind a tree with a square button] I heard that you were looking for a button. Here is one that I just found.
- Toad: [going over to the raccoon and seeing another wrong button] This is *not* my button. This button is *square*. My button was *round*.
- Narrator: [after Toad runs home and slams his door, frustrated at not finding his button until he sees his lost one on the floor, making him gasp] There, on the floor, he saw his white, four-holed, big, *round*, THICK--button.
- Toad: Ohhh, it was here all the time. My, what a lot of trouble I have made for Frog.
- Narrator: [as Toad sews the buttons he and Frog found on his jacket] Toad sewed the buttons they had found that day all over his jacket.
- Frog: [searching the riverbank for another button, then finds it and runs back to Toad] Oh no, we'll never--oh--ooh, ooh, this has gotta be it! Toad, Toad, here is your button!
- Toad: Ooooh--hoo-hoo-hoo, this is *not* my button! This button is *thin*! My button was *thick*! The whole world is covered with buttons, and not one of them is mine!
- [blubbers in frustration as he runs home]
- Frog: [disappointedly] Toad...