Gentlemen! Darlin'! Enchanté. A tip of the hat from Dr. Facilier. How y'all doin'? Friends, I know I'm in hock pretty deep to y'all already, but it seems our little froggy prince... lost his way. And I need your generous assistance in gettin' him back. *The Loa scowl angrily. Facilier laughs* Ha-HA! I hear ya! Now, what's in it for y'all? Well, as soon as I **DISPOSE** of Big Daddy LeBouff, and **I'M** running this town, I'll have the entire city of New Orleans... in the palm of my hand. And you'll have all the wayward souls your dark little hearts desire. *He blows. Pink vapor flows up in the form of screeching human souls, which the Loa eagerly sniff up.* Y'all love that, don't ya? So... we got ourselves a deal? Ha, ha, ha, ha! Now we're cookin'! We're gonna find ourselves a frog! Search everywhere! The bayou, the Quarter. Bring him to me alive. I need his heart pumpin'... for now. Aller. Tout de suite.