Beware books, they suck you in!!!

Have no fear, I have returned from adventuring in foreign tales.

You are supposed to say from foreign parts. Phineas.

But I, was in foreign tales. I was sucked into a book. . .

I thought you went away for your vacation, are you saying you stayed home all this time?

I was adventuring! I was literally sucked into a book!!) Those things should come with warning labels. -_-;)
It was magic or some sort of sorcery. I'm a prince magically turned frog so I can tell sorcery when I see it.(no really)
I was reading this book at the Robinson library.

(Slacking on the job?)

I was reviewing it in my spare time (humph). As I was saying. I was reviewing this book:

A must for every prince-who-would-be-dragonslayer.

When it sucked me in! One minute I 'm reading harmless letters. The next I'm battling fierce fiery monsters from the deepest, darkest caverns of the earth!!! Of course, even in my damp amphibian form that dragon was no match for Phineas Hawthorn Dante Webster Roberts III.
And then, this beautiful princess asked me (Me!) to help her find her gold ball.


Of course being the handsome, gallant frog that I am I leapt to her side and proclaimed my undying love and fealty for I "Phineas Hawthorn Dante Webster Roberts the third, would find her golden ball. At which point I notice she was a bit farther away than I remembered but I'm sure she heard me.
I was about to begin a full scale search party when someone shook me out of the pages (pointed glare at Jem!)

I needed to shelve the book you were in.

Yes, well needless to say I didn't let such minor inconveniences get in the way of my quest I would go into as many books as it took until I found what I searched for. I would leave no stone overlooked, no page unturned, dragon undefeated. In my search I vowed to help any damsel in distress . . .

. .Which is how you got into the three maidens fiasco.
(cough) Yes, well, we won't go into that here. . .
So you searched high and low, then what. I see your still slimy. What, she refused to kiss you after all?
Its mucus, not slime. . . And no, I didn't give up, I would never. . . but when I returned I found my darling to-be cheating on me with another frog.
Oh, Phinny I'm so, sorry. .
It's all right. . I'm sure she'll get over me in time.

. . .

Since I'm back to work at the bookmobile I found this new book I'm going to leap into:

(I modeled for the front cover)
This new book seems promising, perhaps I won't need that princess' kiss after all. I'll find a spell to turn me into a handsome prince (er-back into one that is).
I hope you all will read it and see how things turn out for me!
We'll be cheering for you Phinny.

Jem
Yes, Phinny?
Don't call me Phinny.

Frog.