The Magic Key

We've got to get Frankie out of that trunk. He'll die without food and water.

Don't worry, Frankie. We'll get you out! Ribbit! Ribbit!

Frankie sounds scared. And thirsty. Ah-choo!

Maybe we could break the trunk open. I don't want to hurt Frankie!

Look, Chatter has something in his beak. A shiny, gold key! It is a key. Maybe it's the key to the trunk.

Chatter, let me have the key. He doesn't want to let it go. Chatter, open your beak!