Dreams come true?

"Your beloved foodie, upon being cradled in your arms, cast its gaze upon the red bottle you revealed. A glob of viscous red substance was squeezed out from it. Tentatively, it stuck out its tongue, sampling the matter. Instantly, it felt a surge of vitality, filled with an irrepressible urge to bound about."

"Your foodie, witnessing you placing a fish, slathered with ketchup, in your hand, believed that swallowing it in one gulp would grant it the energy to bounce around numerous times."

"Your foodie noticed as you hung the ketchup-covered fish on the arrow of a turret, watching as you drew the bowstring and released. The fish, carried by the arrow, soared into the distance."

"Your Da Vinci watched as the foodie hopped off the roof, slid down the platform, and tumbled down the hill."

Ming clapped her hands with a smile. "Done." 

As a Frog Master, he had his own methods. But would this gluttonous frog lose its way and fail to return home?