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The episode begins with a yellow box written in red text, showing the episode title with red flowers right next to the letters. In the background, a tree with dark green leaves is visible.
A narrator is heard saying "Franklin's Emergency." The box disappears seconds later.
She continues narrating. "Franklin could count by twos and tie his shoes. He loved making his friends happy, whether that be drawing their portraits or giving gifts. But one day, Franklin learned the greatest gift of all is being where you're needed most."
Beaver and Rabbit are under a tree in the shade, while Bear balances his left arm on the bark. Fox is nearby, observing the trio.
"I wonder where Franklin is." states Fox.
"It's not like him to be gone this long." agrees Rabbit.
"Well, if I know Franklin, and I do, there's got to be a good reason why he hasn't played with us all day. I hope he's not sick." worries Bear.
Beaver, reading from a book, chimes in. "I wouldn't worry about it too much. He probably fell on his shell again and can't get up."
Fox looks off in the distance, and spots a familiar friend.
"I wouldn't say that, Beaver. Here he comes!"
Franklin himself arrives shortly after.
"Hi, guys!"
"Hi, Franklin!" greets Bear, raising his left hand to wave. Losing his balance, he falls over. Franklin helps him up.
"Hiya, Franklin!" chimes in Fox.
"Notice anything different about me?" asks Franklin.
"You look the same to me." answers Fox.
Bear takes a look at Franklin, and thinks about it before snapping one of his fingers. "I know! You got yourself a new neckerchief!"
Franklin shakes his head while saying "Nope."
"This is a trick question. Nice try, Franklin! It's that book in your hand." believes Beaver.
Franklin chuckles, before taking his hat off. "Guess again!"
Inside his hat are several quarters and dimes, as everyone approaches it in disbelief.
"I don't believe it!" exclaims Fox.
"Wow, Franklin! I didn't know your parents gave you this kind of allowance!" states a shocked Bear.
"This isn't my allowance." Franklin explains. "I helped Mrs. Goose at the library pick up some books after they had fallen from a shelf, and she gave me this when I was finished."
"So that's where you've been all day!" realizes Rabbit.
"Yep. Sorry I was so busy."
"Have you thought about what you're gonna do with all that money?" inquires Beaver.
"Huh. I don't know." says an honest Franklin.
Fox counts the coins in Franklin's hat. "You could get some ice cream at Mr. Skunk's shop!"
Bear's stomach gurgles. "Don't say that word. I haven't eaten in a few hours."
"I'm getting pretty hungry myself." claims Rabbit.
Beaver closes her book. "All this reading is giving me an appetite. I'm in!"
Franklin considers the suggestion, and nods. "Sounds good to me! Let's head on down to the ice cream shop!"
"Not so fast!" shouts Fox. "We still haven't played a game yet."
"Oh, that's right. How about hide and seek?" asks Franklin, putting his hat inside his turtle shell.
"Nah, we played that yesterday." claims Beaver.
"Leapfrog?" offers Rabbit.
Bear shakes his head. "On an empty stomach? No way!"
"I've got it! What about Simon Says?" proposes Beaver.
"I don't think so. You always get to be Simon." replies Fox.
"Wrong! I get to be Beaver."
Fox offers his own suggestion. "Why don't we have a race?"
"What kind of race?" inquires Rabbit.
"You know, on foot! First to jump in the pond gets to pick at the shop." says Fox.
"And what about last place?" wonders Beaver.
Fox begins sprinting. "Last one in the pond becomes melted ice cream!"
"Hey, no fair! You got a head start!" yells Beaver, running after him.
"Wait for me!" shouts Rabbit, sprinting himself.
Bear joins them. "Guys, wait up!"
"Well, looks like we've decided on a game after all." muses Franklin, as he follows his friends.
Despite their best efforts, Fox remains in the lead. However, he begins to slow down, stopping to catch his breath. Rabbit passes him by.
"Out of breath?" asks a teasing Rabbit, disappearing soon after.
"Yeah, I guess so." says a panting Fox, before he resumes running.
Fox attempts to regain the lead, before noticing something after wiping his forehead.
"Where's all this sweat coming from?"
Beaver has now caught up to Fox. "From you, silly! You've been running like the wind!"
With Beaver passing him by, Fox's stride starts to slow down. Now walking, Fox feels his stomach, gently rubbing the lower right side of it.
"Ow!" yelps Fox, clearly in pain.
As Bear nears him, he notices Fox collapsing to the ground.
"Are you okay, Fox?" asks Bear.
"I don't think so. My stomach hurts."
Franklin, catching up to Bear and Fox, arrives soon after.
"What's wrong?" asks Franklin.
"Fox isn't feeling too good." answers Bear.
"Beaver, Rabbit! Game's over! Fox is hurt!"
"Huh?" asks a surprised Beaver, running back to her friends.
Rabbit's ears droop down as he walks towards the others.
"We gotta head over to Mom's office, stat!" declares Bear.
The camera focuses on Fox's face, who looks very nervous.
In the next scene, Fox is lying on a hospital bed inside Dr. Bear's office. Alongside Dr. Bear, Franklin and his friends are present in addition to Fox's parents.
"I want to thank you kids for bringing him here." says an appreciative Dr. Bear.
"No problem, Mom!" replies Bear.
"And thank you for calling us, Dr. Bear." states Mr. Fox.
"Tell me, Fox: what happened?" asks Dr. Bear.
"Well, first I had to stop running. Then, I started sweating a lot, and before I knew it, my stomach hurt and I fell to the ground." recalls Fox.
"You have an excellent memory." compliments Dr. Bear.
"Thank you."
Dr. Bear gently places her paw on Fox's forehead.
"Oh, my! You're burning up!"
"What's wrong with me?" inquires Fox.
"You have a fever; that means your body temperature is higher than normal." explains Dr. Bear.
"What could be causing it?" wonders Mr. Fox.
"I have an idea, but first I need to do one more test." Dr. Bear then turns toward Fox, saying "Now, I'm going to touch your stomach. If you feel any pain at all, please let me know."
Dr. Bear proceeds to press on Fox's lower stomach, near his belly button.
"Ow!" wails Fox.
"It's just as I thought. You have appendicitis." declares Dr. Bear.
"Appendicitis?" asks Rabbit.
"Is it contagious?" wonders Bear.
"Of course not, Bear! Appendicitis is when your appendix goes bad. Everybody knows that!" replies Beaver.
"No, son, it isn't contagious. But I'm glad that you asked, no such thing as a bad question." says Dr. Bear.
"What's gonna happen now?" inquires Franklin.
"Well, I'm going to have to prepare Fox for surgery."
Fox is taken aback by her statement. "Surgery?"
"Yes. Your appendix needs to be removed, as it could rupture and make you very sick."
Fox begins to sniffle, reflecting on the knowledge he now has.
"Oh, Fox. I know this is a lot to take in, and it's okay to be scared." comforts Dr. Bear. "Fortunately, I've done this surgery many times, and you'll feel so much better after it."
"Are you sure my Dad can't do it?" wonders Fox. "He's really good at repairing things!"
"I'm sorry, son. I wish I could, but this is one thing I can't fix." says a somber Mr. Fox.
"Besides, you'll get the best care with Dr. Bear." claims Mrs. Fox.
"Is it going to hurt?" wonders Fox.
"You won't feel a thing. We have something called anesthesia to help you sleep during it. I promise I'll wake you as soon as I'm done." states Dr. Bear.
"Will he have a scar?" asks Beaver.
"Scar? I don't want to have a scar!" despairs Fox, pulling the hospital blanket over his face.
Dr. Bear gently removes the blanket, and tells Fox "You will have a scar, but I'll do my best to make it as small as possible."
Fox frowns over this news.
"Well, I'd love to answer more questions, but I think we should get ready for surgery. Are you ready, Fox?" asks Dr. Bear.
"I guess so." says Fox, sounding unsure.
Mrs. Fox assures her son, "We'll be right here waiting for you."
"And so will all your friends!" adds Mr. Fox.
As Dr. Bear transports Fox to another bed with wheels, the others wave towards him.
"You can do it, Fox!" encourages Franklin.
"With how great you are at games, this should be easy for you!" opines Beaver.
"Hang in there!" adds Bear.
"Good luck!" states Rabbit.
Fox and Dr. Bear are now inside the surgery room, with Fox laying down on a surgical bed. Several nurses and an anesthesiologist are also seen. After Dr. Bear washes her hands in a nearby sink, she puts on latex gloves and a surgical mask.
"What's all that stuff?" asks Fox.
"These will protect both you and me from germs." answers Dr. Bear.
"You mean that stuff I get when I have a cold?" realizes Fox.
"Exactly."
"Good. I hate them!" exclaims Fox.
Dr. Bear chuckles at his remark. "You sound ready for surgery."
During their conversation, the anesthesiologist gives Dr. Bear a thumbs up.
"Okay, Fox. Count backwards from ten." instructs Dr. Bear, as she puts a mask over Fox's mouth.
The camera shifts to Fox's point of view. "Ten, nine, eight..." Fox begins to slow down. "Seven, six, five..."
Fox is now unconscious.
"Fox... Fox... it's time to wake up." says Dr. Bear, her voice coming across as an echo.
The sound of her voice slowly wakes up Fox, as his eyes open once more.
No longer from his vantage point, Fox asks "Is the surgery over?"
"Yes! And you'll be happy to know that it was a success." says Dr. Bear.
"Oh, boy! I can't wait to play with my friends!" says an excited Fox.
"That's something to look forward to once you're done healing."
Fox is confused. "Healing?"
"You're going to be sore for a while as you heal from the surgery. I wouldn't recommend any rough housing until you're better." explains Dr. Bear.
"You mean I can't play games like hide and seek?"
"I'm afraid so. But rest assured, you can still play games as long as they're not physical." clarifies Dr. Bear.
"That's going to be really hard to do." Fox then asks, "Do you know when I'll heal?"
"I can't say for certain, but you'll know when you do. For now, take it easy as you recover. I'll be right back."
As Dr. Bear leaves the room, Fox takes off his blanket to look at his new scar, and frowns upon the sight of it.
The following day, Franklin and his classmates are all inside the Oakwood School. Mr. Owl has a white piece of paper in his feathers.
"Everyone, I have an announcement to make."
The kids, who had all been talking among themselves, are now paying attention to their teacher.
"I just received a note regarding Fox's absence. He will be out of school all week, as he recovers from his surgery." explains Mr. Owl.
"Aw, poor Fox." says Franklin, looking down at his desk.
"I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say we're going to miss Fox during his absence, but thankfully he will be back next week."
Bear raises his paw.
"Yes, Bear?"
"I think we should do something nice for Fox." states Bear.
"That's a wonderful idea! What did you have in mind?" inquires Mr. Owl.
"Uh, well, I didn't think that far ahead." admits Bear, who sheepishly rubs the back of his head.
Then, Beaver lifts her paw up.
"Beaver?"
"What about some get well soon cards? He can read them from home, and feel better all at once!" suggests Beaver.
"That's perfect!" says Franklin.
"We should do that!" adds Rabbit.
"You're a genius, Beaver!" opines Bear.
"Well, when you're right, you're right." states Beaver, attempting to be humble.
The other classmates all look at each other and nod.
"Seems unanimous to me. Well, there's no time to waste. Let's get the craft supplies ready!" announces Mr. Owl.
The kids cheer at the news. Later, Franklin and Bear sit right next to each other at their shared desk, as they work on their get well soon cards.
"When you're all done, please place the cards on my desk. A volunteer will take them home to Fox at the end of the day." states Mr. Owl, sitting at his desk.
Back to Franklin, he uses safety scissors to carefully but surely cut his red cardstock paper.
"What's your card gonna look like, Bear?"
"I'm drawing a blueberry bush, because Fox really loves those!" replies Bear.
"Just like a certain bear I know." states Franklin.
Bear lets out a light chuckle before replying, "Yep! Good thing I brought extra snacks with me."
As Bear reaches in his backpack for a cookie, Franklin explains "Mine will have a unique shape."
"What do you mean?" asks Bear, eating the cookie.
Franklin assures him, "I'll show you when I'm done."
The turtle continues cutting the cardstock paper, until he happens upon his desired shapes.
He presents it to Bear. "Ta-da!"
"Wow, Franklin! That looks just like Fox!" proclaims Bear.
"I know! I even got the color of his ears right! Do you think he's gonna like it?" asks Franklin.
"Definitely! I'd love to get that card, and I'm not even a fox!" replies Bear.
"Thanks, Bear!"
Just then, Franklin notices crumbs from the cookie Bear ate on his card.
"Uh, Bear..." points out a hesitant Franklin.
"What?" Bear then looks down and sees the mess on his get well soon card. "Oops! Do you think I should redo it?"
"Nah. Knowing Fox, I think he'll like it." states Franklin.
Now finished with their cards, Franklin reads his. "Dear Fox, I and everyone else missed you a lot at school today. I hope you recover soon so we can play together! From, Franklin."
Hours later, school lets out as the bell proceeds to ring.
"Over already, eh? Time seems to fly when you're crafting. Now, who would like to give Fox his cards?"
Franklin raises his hand. "Can I do it, Mr. Owl?"
"Why, of course! I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."
"I'll be happy to see him, too." states Franklin, smiling as he grabs the cards and places them in his backpack. However, he decides to place his own card inside his lunchbox.
The class all exit the school, heading for Mr. Fox's bus. Franklin is the last to step inside, sitting down next to Bear.
"Hey, Fox. Want to go do something after school?" asks Rabbit.
"Fox isn't here, remember?" points out Beaver.
"Oh, that's right. I forgot."
"It sure does feel weird without him here." opines Franklin.
While Mr. Fox drives the bus, he says "I know exactly how you kids feel. I'm not used to his usual seat being empty."
Soon, Mr. Fox stops at Franklin's house.
"Not yet, Mr. Fox. I'm going to give Fox the get well soon cards we made at his house." states Franklin.
"What a thoughtful thing to do for Fox! I'm sure he'll appreciate every single one."
"I know he'll like mine." states a confident Beaver.
"Tell you what, Franklin: after you give the cards to Fox, I'll go back and drop you off at home." states Mr. Fox.
"Sounds great!"
In the next scene, the school bus stops at Fox's house, enabling Franklin to step off the stairs and reach his friend's front door. After knocking, Mrs. Fox opens it seconds later.
"Hi, Mrs. Fox! Is Fox home?" wonders Franklin.
"Well, last I checked, yes." answers Mrs. Fox, chuckling lightly.
"I have some cards that everyone in class made. Can I give them to him?"
"Absolutely! Come on in." says an encouraging Mrs. Fox.
Franklin then enters Fox's bedroom, where he sees his friend laying on his bed.
"Hi, Fox!" greets Franklin.
Fox is surprised. "Franklin? I wasn't expecting to see you here!"
"Yeah, well...."
Franklin places his backpack on the ground, before he opens it and hands Fox the get well soon cards.
"We all made some cards for you!" explains Franklin.
"For me? Thanks, Franklin!"
As Fox goes through the cards, he opens one with crumbs falling out.
"Bear's card." states a knowing Fox, who laughs before shouting "Ow!"
"Fox! Are you okay?" asks a concerned Franklin.
Fox puts a pillow on his stomach. "Sorry about that. It hurts to laugh."
"You mean you're not gonna laugh ever again?"
"No, I should be okay once I'm healed." answers Fox.
Changing the subject, Fox asks "Where's your card, Franklin? After all, you're the best artist in class!"
"Oh! I put it in a special place, close your eyes. No peeking!" says Franklin.
Fox follows Franklin's lead, using his paws to cover his face. "What are you up to, Franklin?"
While opening his lunchbox, Franklin discovers his card... with a leaking juice box right next to it.
"Oh no!" despairs Franklin.
"What's wrong?" asks Fox, removing the paws from his eyes.
"See for yourself." answers a sad Franklin, handing Fox his ruined get well soon card.
"Why does this smell like apples?"
"I'm sorry, Fox! My juice box spilled all over the card! Can you read what it says?" asks Franklin.
"Not really. But at least it smells good!" states Fox.
An upset Franklin looks down on the floor.
The next day, Franklin and Bear are playing in the sandbox during recess.
"What did Fox think of our cards?" inquires Bear.
"Well, he liked the smell of mine." answers a dejected Franklin.
"Huh?"
"He couldn't even read it because of my juice box." explains Franklin.
Bear tries to comfort him. "Hey! An apple scented card sounds great. And yummy!"
"Oh, Bear. I feel like I let Fox down. There's got to be another way to make him feel better."
"My Dad always says try and try again, until you get it right." says Bear.
"I don't want to make another card." states Franklin.
"It doesn't have to be a card, Franklin."
"What do you mean?" asks Franklin.
"You could try telling jokes." suggests Bear.
"Fox told me he can't laugh because it hurts to."
"What about getting his homework for him?" offers Bear.
"I think I should stay as far away from paper right now." replies Franklin.
"Tell you what. We can visit him after school. Two friends are better than one!" says Bear.
Franklin's frown suddenly turns into a smile. "That's a great idea, Bear! I can go through my toy box and find a game that all three of us can play!"
"That's the Franklin I know!"
Later that day, Bear and Franklin stand at Fox's door and knock.
"Hello, boys!" says Mr. Fox
Bear returns the favor. "Hi, Mr. Fox!"
"Me and Bear wanted to visit Fox. Is that okay?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. He's sleeping right now." says Mr. Fox.
"Why?" asks a curious Franklin. "It's not nighttime yet."
"Well, he's too tired from the surgery, so he's been resting on and off the past few days." explains Mr. Fox.
"Oh." realizes Bear.
"Why don't you two come back later?"
"That's okay, Mr. Fox. Thanks anyway." states Franklin, as he and Bear walk away.
"Sorry that didn't work out, Franklin."
"We'll just try again tomorrow." replies Franklin.
"I wish I could, but I already told Mom we'd bake a cake together after school." explains Bear.
"Oh."
"But I hope you two have fun! Tell Fox I said hi." states Bear.
Next, Franklin is seen in his bedroom, looking through his toy box for a game he and Fox can play. He grabs a hockey stick and puck from the box.
"Hmm. Hockey might not be a good idea."
Putting them back in, Franklin then holds a hula hoop. He tries using the hoop on his hips, but it falls down to the floor seconds later.
"Even I can't play this game. There's got to be something in here that Fox and I can play together!"
Finally, after searching through several toys, Franklin finds one.
"Checkers! This is perfect!"
Now at Fox's house, he and Franklin sit on the ground facing each other. The duo are playing a game of checkers. Fox is using black pieces, while Franklin's are red.
"Your turn, Franklin." says Fox.
"Watch out, Fox!"
Franklin places one of his checkers over Fox's, removing it from the board.
"Looks like the game's over." muses Fox.
"Yeah, you played a great one." replies Franklin.
"Who said anything about me?"
Fox grabs one of the black checkers, which proceeds to jump over Franklin's two remaining pieces.
"Gotcha!" exclaims Fox.
"That's two losses in a row. Best three out of five!"
"No thanks. Maybe tomorrow." states Fox.
"I can bring my chess board with me." says Franklin.
"You're on!"
As Franklin prepares to pick up the pieces, he notices something about Fox.
"Hey, is that your scar?" wonders Franklin.
"Yeah, don't remind me. I know it's hard to look at."
"What do you mean? I think it looks cool." opines Franklin.
"Cool? Are you sure you know the meaning of that word?" asks a rhetorical Fox.
"Of course I do!"
"Well, I'm glad you like it, because I don't think I could ever get used to it." admits Fox.
Franklin realizes what Fox means. "Are you embarrassed over your scar?"
Fox sniffles. "Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because I know when I go back to school, everybody's gonna make fun of me for it!" despairs Fox.
"Well, I won't. Scar or no scar, you're still the same old Fox to me."
Fox carefully gets up from the floor, as he lays down in his bed. "I don't feel like playing anymore."
Franklin frowns. "Okay. I'll be back tomorrow."
Grabbing his checkerboard, Franklin leaves Fox's room. Now at home, the turtle is eating dinner with his parents.
As Franklin slowly picks at his spaghetti, Mr. and Mrs. Turtle look concerned.
"Why the long face?" asks Mr. Turtle.
"My face isn't long!" says a defensive Franklin.
Mrs. Turtle laughs. "Your father is asking you what's wrong."
"Oh. Well, Fox and I were playing checkers at his house."
"Didn't go so well?" asks Mrs. Turtle.
"Well, everything was fine, until I accidentally upset him." explains Franklin.
"What did you say?" inquires Mr. Turtle.
"I pointed out Fox's scar." answers Franklin.
"Oh." realizes Mrs. Turtle.
"But not in a bad way! I said it looked cool!"
"Hmm. In that case, I'm sure Fox knows you meant well." says a supportive Mr. Turtle.
"I sure hope so. It feels like no matter what I do, I just make him feel worse." admits Franklin.
"It's not easy to see your friend like that, is it?" asks Mrs. Turtle. "Let alone know what to say."
"Surgery takes a long time to heal from. It's not like scraping your knee." adds Mr. Turtle.
"I know. I just wish I could make him feel better."
"He will, in due time. And I'm sure you'll come up with something when that time comes. You always do." says Mrs. Turtle.
The following day, Franklin and his friends are outside taking a walk.
"Boy, it sure is quiet without Fox around." says Rabbit.
"Ssh! I'm trying to read here." states Beaver, engrossed in her book.
"Rabbit's right. Games aren't as fun without him around." opines Bear.
"Tell me about it." adds Franklin.
"Well, it's not like Fox can come outside or anything. He's still healing from his surgery." points out Beaver.
"If only there was some way we could all have fun with him." says Rabbit.
Franklin snaps his finger. "I got it!"
"Guys, ssh! Franklin's got an idea!" states Bear.
"We might not be able to have Fox come outside, but what if we all had fun at his house?" proposes Franklin.
"I like the way you think, Franklin." says Rabbit.
"That is a pretty good idea. Let me just finish reading my book first." Beaver reads it very quickly. "Okay, I'm done!"
"I'm ready when you guys are!" adds Bear.
"Then it's settled. And I know just what we can give him as a gift." smirks Franklin.
At Fox's house, he is seen in his bed. A knock is heard at the door.
"Hi, Fox. You've got a visitor." informs Mr. Fox.
"Oh! That must be Franklin. Send him in!" states Fox.
"Well, I think you mean them."
Fox is confused. "Huh?"
"Come on in, kids!" shouts Mr. Fox.
Franklin, Bear, Beaver, and Rabbit all arrive in the bedroom.
All four of them shout in unison, "Surprise!"
"But, it's not my birthday for another three months!" exclaims Fox.
"We know." says Rabbit.
"But we wanted to throw a surprise party for you!" adds Bear.
"You guys shouldn't have!" states Fox.
"But we did. And we have another surprise for you." claims Beaver.
Franklin proceeds to give Fox a strawberry milkshake.
A smiling Fox states, "Wow! That must have cost you a fortune!"
"Yep, but it was worth it. I used the money I got from Mrs. Goose to buy this for you."
"You did that for me?" asks Fox.
"Of course! After all, I've only made you feel worse lately." says Franklin.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know, my get well soon card, the scar, bad timing...." explains Franklin.
"Are you kidding? You stopped by every day and cheered me up when I needed it most. That means a lot to me." says a sincere Fox.
"Gee, I never thought about it like that." replies Franklin.
"You're a great friend, Franklin. Just like how this is going to be a great milkshake!"
The others all laugh, as Fox begins to drink from it.
Later, Franklin, Bear, Beaver, and Rabbit are all inside the tree fort. The latter is using binoculars, looking out through one of the windows.
"See anything, Rabbit?" asks Bear.
"Nope. Just a few birds here and there, and trees. Lots and lots of trees."
"It's such a beautiful day. It's too bad Fox can't join us." states Franklin.
Suddenly, someone climbs up the wooden ladder.
"Hey, guys!" says an exuberant Fox.
"Oh, hi, Fox." Upon realizing what she said, Beaver shouts "Fox!"
Rabbit, turning to face his friends, still uses his binoculars. "Yep, that's Fox alright!"
"What are you doing here?" asks Franklin.
"Dr. Bear said that I'm ready to play outside now!" claims Fox.
"That's great!" says a chipper Bear.
"But what about your scar?" wonders Beaver.
Franklin says in a hushed tone, "Beaver!"
Fox points at it. "Oh, this?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry about what I said."
"Sorry? I like it now!" exclaims Fox.
"You do?" inquires Franklin.
"Yeah! You were right, Franklin; my scar is cool! I bet I'm the only kid in class who has one!"
"Welcome back, Fox." says a smiling Franklin.
"Thanks. So, anybody want to play a game of baseball? I heard you're in need of a catcher."
"Finally! I can't wait to strikeout Franklin!" exclaims Beaver.
"Careful, Beaver. You know I can swing 'em high." replies Franklin.
"What are we all waiting for? Let's play some ball!" declares Fox.
Bear, Beaver, Fox, and Franklin all climb down the tree fort's ladder.
Rabbit takes off his binoculars. "Hey, guys! Wait for me!"
Following their lead, Rabbit leaves the tree fort as the episode ends.