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No, no, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.
I'm lost! Where's the line?
It just went away. What do I do? What do I do?
- Help! - We'll be stuck here forever!
Do not panic. Do not panic!
We are trained professionals. Now, stay calm.
We are going around the leaf.
A-Around the leaf? L-I don't think we can do that.
Oh, nonsense. This is nothing compared to the twig of'93.
That's it. That's it. Good!
You're doing great! There you go. There you go!
Watch my eyes. Don't look away.
- And here's the line again. - Thank you. Thank you, Mr Soil.
Good job, everybody!
Oh, my. There's quite a gap, Mr Soil.
- Shouldn't we tell the queen? - I don't think we need to involve the queen in this.
She's got enough on her plate already, training her daughter.
Oh, yes. Princess Atta, the poor dear.
Oh, wind's died down. They'll be here soon.
- Just be confident, dear. You'll be fine. - There's a gap.
There's a gap in the line. What are we gonna do?
It's okay, Your Highness. Gaps happen. We just lost a few inches, that's all.
Oh. Right.
Your Highness, I can't count when you hover like that.
Oh, of course. I'm sorry. Go ahead.
Guys, go shade someone else for a while.
Okay, Atta. Now what do we do?
Uh... Oh! Don't tell me. I know it. I know it. What is it?
- We relax. - Right.
Oh, it'll be fine. It's the same, year after year.
They come, they eat, they leave. That's our lot in life.
It's not a lot, but it's our life.
Isn't that right, Aphie? Oh, you're such a cute little aphid.
- Ditch Dot! - Yeah, yeah!
Hey, come back here!
- Dot! - Yes, Mother.
What did I tell you about trying to fly?
Not until my wings grow in.
- Right. - But, Mom...
Dot, you're a young queen ant, and your wings are too little to be...
I was talking to Mother. You're not the queen yet, Atta.
Now, Dot, be nice to your sister.
It's not my fault she's so stressed out.
I know, I know.
- I'm always acting like the sky is falling. - Look out!
- Atta! - Princess Atta! Princess Atta! - Princess Atta!
- Oh! - Hey!
- Stop that! - What do you think you're doing?
- You could have killed somebody over here. - I'm sorry!
- Oh, it's Flik. - Oh...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!
Please forgive me. I'm sorry!
- Princess Atta! - Flik, what are you doing?
Oh! Oh, this! This is my new idea for harvesting grain.
No more picking individual kernels. You can just cut down the entire stalk!
- Flik, we don't have time for this. - Exactly! We never have time to collect food for ourselves.
Because we spend all summer harvesting for the offering.
- But my invention will speed up production. - Oh, another invention?
- Yeah, and I've got something for you too. - Flik!
Since you're gonna be queen, you could use this to oversee production.
- Dr Flora, if I may. - This is all very nice, but... - What?
- Just an ordinary blade of grass and a bead of dew, right? - Flik, please.
Wrong! It is, in fact, a telescope.
- It's very clever, Flik, but... - Hello, Princess! My, aren't you looking lovely this morning!
Not, of course, that you would need a telescope to see that.
All right, listen! The princess doesn't have time for this!
You wanna help us fill this thing? Then get rid of that machine...
get back in line and pick grain like everybody else!
- Like everybody else! - Please, Flik. Just go.
I'm sorry, l-I was... I was really just trying...
trying to help.
Harvester. Why, we harvested the same way ever since I was a pupa.
Where were we?
- The food pile, Your Highness. - Oh, yes, yes.
Hey, Flik! Flik! Wait up!
- Oh. Hello, Princess. - You can call me Dot. Here, you forgot this.
Thanks. You can keep it. I can make another one.
- I like your inventions. - Really? Well, you're the first.
- I'm beginning to think nothing I do works. - This works.
Great. One success.
- I'm never gonna make a difference. - Me, neither.
I'm a royal ant, and I can't even fly yet. I'm too little.
- Oh, being little's not such a bad thing. - Yes, it is.
- No, it's not. - Is too!
- Is not. - Is too. - Is not. - Is too.
- Is not. Is not. Is not. Oh! - Is too. Is too. Is too.
A seed. I need... I need a seed. Ahh...
Ohh!
Ah, here, here.
Pretend... pretend that that's a seed.
- It's a rock. - Oh, I know it's a rock. I know.
But let's just pretend for a minute that it's a seed, all right? We'll just use our imaginations.
Now... Now, do you see our tree?
Everything that made that giant tree...
is already contained inside this tiny little seed.
All it needs is some time, a little bit of sunshine and rain, and...
voil¨¤!
This rock will be a tree?
Seed to tree. You've gotta work with me, all right? Okay.
You might not feel like you can do much now...
but that's just because, well, you're not a tree yet.
You just have to give yourself some time. You're still a seed.
- But it's a rock. - I know it's a rock!
Don't ya think I know a rock when I see a rock? I've spent a lot of time around rocks!
You're weird, but I like you.
They're here.
They're here!
Mom! Where are you?
- They're coming! - Run!
- Dot! Dot! - Mom! - Single file!
- Mom! - Thank heavens!
- Food to the offering stone. - Okay, everyone, single file.
Food to the offering stone and into the anthill. Now let's go!
Go, go, go, go!
Come on. Keep movin', keep movin'! Good.
Okay. That's everyone.
Hey! Hey, wait for me!
Get the food to the offering stone, then into the anthill.
No! No, no, no, no, no! Oh, oh!
Oh, no.
Princess Atta! Princess Atta!
Princess Atta!
They come, they eat, they leave. They come, they eat, they leave.
Excuse me, pardon me. Pardon me, excuse me. Coming through. Excuse me. Excuse me.
Sorry, sorry. Coming through. Princess Atta, there's something I need to tell you.
- Not now, Flik. - But, Your Highness, it's about the offering!
- Hey, what's goin' on? - Yeah, where's the food?
- What did you do? - It was an accident?
Boo!
Where's the food? Huh?
Hopper.
So, where is it?
Where's my food?
- L-l-Isn't it up there? - What?
- The food was in a leaf sitting on top... - Excuse me.
Are you sure it's not up there?
- Are you saying I'm stupid? - No.
Do I look stupid to you?
Let's just think about the logic, shall we? Let's just think about it for a second.
If it was up there, would I be coming down here...
to your level, looking for it?
- Uh, l... - Why am I even talking to you?
You're not the queen. You don't smell like the queen.
Sh-She's learning to take over for me, Hopper.
Oh, I see. Under new management. So it's your fault.
No, it wasn't me. It was...
Uh-uh-uh. First rule of leadership: Everything is your fault.
- But-But l... - It's a bug-eat-bug world out there, Princess...
one of those circle-of-life kind of things.
Now, let me tell you how things are supposed to work.
The sun grows the food. The ants pick the food.
- The grasshoppers eat the food... - And the birds eat the grasshoppers.
Hey, like the one that nearly ate you, you remember? You remember?
- Oh, you should've seen it. - Molt.
This blue jay... He has him halfway down his throat, okay? And Hopper... Hopper's kickin' and screamin', okay?
And I'm scared, okay? I'm not goin' anywhere near, okay?
Aw, come on. It's a great story. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
I swear, if I hadn't promised Mother on her deathbed...
that I wouldn't kill you, I would kill you.
- And believe me, no one appreciates that more than I do. - Shut up!
I don't want to hear another word out of you while we're on this island.
Do you understand me?
- I said, do you understand me? - Well, how can I answer? You said I couldn't say another word.
Remember Ma!
Hey, I'm a compassionate insect.
There's still a few months till the rains come...
so you can all just try again.
But, Hopper, since it's almost the rainy season...
we need this time to gather food for ourselves.
Listen, if you don't keep your end of the bargain, then I can't guarantee your safety.
And there are insects out there that will take advantage of you.
Someone could get hurt.
What's the matter? You scared of grasshoppers?
- Dot! - You don't like Thumper?
Leave her alone!
You want her? Go ahead. Take her.
No? Then get back in line.
It seems to me that you ants are forgetting your place.
So let's double the order of food.
- Huh? - No! But-But-But...
We'll be back at the end of the season...
when the last leaf falls.
You ants have a nice summer. Let's ride!
Flik, what do you have to say for yourself?
Sorry. L... I'm sorry for the way I am.
I didn't mean for things to go so wrong.
I especially didn't want to make you look bad, Princess.
- Well, Flik, ya did. - I was just trying to help.
Then help us... don't help us.
- Help? Help? Help? - Flik, you are sentenced to one month digging in the tunnels.
Excuse me, Your Highness. Need I remind you of Flik's tunnel-within-a-tunnel project?
- Helpers to help us. That could... That's it! That's... We could... - It took the whole engineering department...
two days to dig him out.
- Send him to Health and Ant Services. - Heavens, no!
We could leave the island. The river bed's dry right now. We'd just walk right across the river bed.
We could go get helpers. We could! We could leave. Sure. We could go find helpers to help us.
- It's perfect! - Perfect? What's so perfect?
Your Highness, don't you see? We could send someone to get help!
Leave the island?
Now, why didn't I think of that? Oh! Because it's suicide!
- She's right! We never leave the island. - Never leave!
There's snakes and birds and bigger bugs out there!
Exactly! Bigger bugs!
We could find bigger bugs to come here and fight...
and forever rid us of Hopper and his gang!
- Ludicrous! - Who would do a crazy thing like that?
I'll volunteer. I'd be very happy to volunteer.
You got a lot of spunk, kid, but no one's gonna help a bunch of ants.
At least we could try. Oh, l-I could... I could travel to the city! I could search there!
If you went, you'd be on that silly search for weeks.
- Royal huddle. - Great idea, Princess. It's perfect.
- Exactly. - Wait a minute.
- What did we just decide here? - To let Flik leave.
While we keep harvesting to meet Hopper's demands.
- You see, with Flik gone, he can't... - He can't mess anything up!
Flik, after much deliberation, we have decided to grant you your request.
- Really? - Really? - Uh, really.
Oh, thank you, Princess. Thank you so much for this chance.
- L-l-I won't let you down, I promise, I promise, I promise. - Yeah, that's fine. That's fine. No, forget it. Forget it.
- Oh, but I should probably help repair the damage before I go, don't you think? - No! No, no! Just go.
- Just go. - Just leave!
Hey.
Don't worry! The colony is in good hands!
Bye, now.
All right.
Hey, fellas. Beautiful mornin', huh?
- My dad says he gives you 1 hour before you come back to the island crying. - Does he, now?
- My dad doesn't think that. - He doesn't, huh?
- Naw, he's bettin' you're gonna die. - Oh.
- Yeah, he says if the heat doesn't get ya, the birds will. - Well, I think he's gonna make it.
- Nobody asked you, Your Royal Shortness. - Yeah, Dot. What do you know?
Hey, hey, hey. Ease up, all right? Come on.
She's entitled to her opinion too.
Ohh.
So go, already.
- Hey! - The city's that way.
- I know. - You're supposed to look for bugs, not dandelions.
You leave him alone. He knows what he's doing.
That's right.
Here I go. For the colony, and for oppressed ants everywhere!
Whoa-oh.
- Wow! - Hey!
- Hey, hey, hey! - Bye, Flik!
Wow!
Wow. Ohh!
Whoa!
Good luck, Flik!
Bye! Whoa-oh!
Flik!
I'm okay!
- Your dad's right. He's gonna die. - You just watch.
He's gonna get the bestest, roughest bugs you've ever seen!
Get back! Get back! Get back, you horrible beast!
I have no fear!
- Ooh! - Oh, my goodness.
Oh, no!
- Oh, I'm so sorry, Dim. An owie? - Owie! Owie, owie.
Please show Rosie the owie. All right, Dim. It's okay.
I have been in outhouses that didn't stink that bad.
This is ridiculous. What a disappointment!
- Oh, no! - You! Come here! I want my money back!
Uh, no refunds after the first two minutes.
Popcorn! Stale popcorn!
We're losin' the audience! You clowns get out there now!
- I hate performing on an empty stomach! - Do your act, Heimlich.
- Then you can eat. - P.T., what's the point?
- Not now, Slim. - What's the point of going out there? They'll only laugh at me.
- That's because you're a clown! - No, it's because I'm a prop!
You always cast me as the broom, the pole, the stick, a splinter.
You're a walking stick. It's funny!
- Now go! - You parasite.
Spring's in the air.
And I'm a flower with nothing interesting to say. A bee!
I am a cute little bumblebee!
Here I come!
Slow down, you flowers!
Candy corn! Here. Here. Let me help you to finish it.
Hey, cutie! Wanna pollinate with a real bug?
Ooh, come to Papa, yeah!
So, bein' a ladybug automatically makes me a girl, is that it, fly boy? Huh?
- She's a guy! - Francis, leave them alone.
- They are poo-poo heads! - Not again.
Judging by your breath, you must have been buzzin' around a dung heap all day.
Come on, Francis. You're making the maggots cry.
All right, we're dyin' out there. Gypsy, quick! You and Manny...
He's in a trance.
- Well, get him out of it! You and your husband are up now. - Manny, we're on.
Oh? Yet again it is up to me to rescue the performance.
Gypsy, come.
- The stage is the other way, dear. - Yes, of course.
Anytime, pal! I'm gonna pick the hairs out of your head one by one!
- Take your best shot! - You name the place!
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, 'cause when you get there, you are dead!
- Francis, let me handle this. That's no way to speak to a lady. - I heard that, you twig.
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present Manto the Magnificent...
and his lovely assistant, Gypsy!
From the most mysterious regions of uncharted Asia...
I give you the Chinese Cabinet...
of Metamorphosis!
Rosie, whole troupe. On stage! Finale! Now!
- O-Okay, I just need a little time to... - Now!
Coming. Coming. Tuck, Roll, let's get moving, guys. We're up next.
Don't you understand? We are up!
"Up-a."
- Hey! - Hey! They don't understand me.
I summon the voice of Confucius...
Get off the stage, you old hack!
I demand to know who said that!
How dare you!
Ingrates!
Manny? Manny!
I only got 24 hours to live, and I ain't gonna waste it here.
Come on.
I've just about had it with these losers!
Flaming death!
I hold in my hand the match...
the match that decides whether two bugs live or die this very evening.
In a moment, I will light this trail of matches...
leading to a sheet of flypaper dowsed in lighter fluid!
Aimed directly at the flypaper are Tuck and Roll...
the pill bug cannonballs!
The cannon will be triggered by Dim, trained to jump at the sound of this bell...
set to go off in 15 seconds.
Our pill bugs' only hope of survival is...
our mistress of the high wire, Rosie!
Secured to a web line of exact length...
Rosie will plummet down to these two posts...
spinning a web of safety in less than 15 seconds!
Not good enough, you say? Well, what if they were all...
blindfolded!
Ladies and gentlemen, may I suggest that those of you...
with weak constitutions leave the arena...
for this act is so dangerous...
that if the slightest thing should go wrong...
- No! - Go? Okay, through the tunnel...
Whoa!
- Okay, that's done! - Whoa!
- P. T! - Oh, no!
Rosie!
- We need some water! - Water, water, water, water, water!
Get me outta here!
Wow!
- It's the web. I'm sorry. It's... - You're all fired.
- We got the water! - Here we come, P. T! - We'll save you.
Whoa! Burn 'im again!
No, Harry, no! Don't look at the light!
I can't help it! It's so beautiful!
Try not to look like a country bug.
Blend... blend in.
Hey, buggy!
What do you expect? The guy's a tick.
Wow! The city!
Wow!
Whoa-whoa-whoa! Hey! Whoa-whoa-whoa!
Making all stops to the septic tank, including standing water...
empty bean can and dead rat.
- Watch your stingers. All aboard! - Whoa! - Hey, watch it.
- Hey! - Get out of the way! - Oh, sorry.
- Watch where you're goin'! - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean...
Oh, sorry!
Oh. I'm really, really sorry.
That was an-an-an ac-ac-accident.
- Hey, let go of me! - I'll show ya who's tough!
- And stay out! - Tough bugs!
- I knew an old lady who swallowed a fly... - Wow!
- Move it! - Whoa!
Hey, waiter! I'm in my soup!
I've been workin' out. Feel my wing.
Yo! Two Black Flags over here!
- All right. - Hair of the dog you bit.
Hey, who ordered the poo-poo platter?
Here ya go, slick. Enjoy.
Hey, I said no salt!
- Buzz off! - Oh, pardon me, sir. L-I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment.
I represent a colony of-of ants,
and I'm looking... I'm looking for tough bugs, you know, mean bugs, the sort of bugs...
Fired by a flea... how humiliating!
Let's face it: We stink.
- You fired! - You fired! - You fired!
- Oh, will you shut up? - Hey! - You fired!
Someday I will be a beautiful butterfly...
and then everything will be better.
I can't believe the troupe is breaking up. We've always been together.
- Farewell, my friends. - To the audience we'll never have.
Francis! Your boyfriends from the circus are here!
There she is.
- Hello there, girlie bug. - Shoo, fly. Don't bother me.
Say, why don't you tell our pal, Thud...
- what you said to us at the circus. - Yeah.
Somethin' about buzzin' around a dung heap?
Uh, excuse me. Hi. I represent an ant colony, and we're...
Hey, bartender! Bloody Mary, O-positive.
Aha!
Sir?
Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home
Not so tough now, are you?
All right, clown. Get up and fight like a girl.
- Get ready to do the Robin Hood act. - I want to be Little John!
- What part can I play? - You see, I'm looking for tough, warrior bugs.
Stand back, ye flies! We are the greatest warriors in all bugdom!
- Warrior bugs! - My sword!
Swish, swish. Clang, clang.
- Little John? - What ho, Robin?
Justice is my sword and truth shall be my quiver!
Wait, wait! No, no! I want to watch this!
Thrust, parry, lunge!
Me thinketh it's not working!
Back to Sherwood Forest!
What's going on in there?
Help! Help! Get me out!
Wow.
- Oh, ow-ow-ow-ow. - You're perfect!
Oh, great ones! I have been scouting for bugs with your exact talents!
- A talent scout. - My colony's in trouble.
Grasshoppers are coming! We've been forced to prepare all this food.
- Dinner theatre! - Food?
Please! Will you help us?
Where are they?
- We'll take the job! - Really? - Yes, yes, yes!
You can explain the details on the way.
Hey!
- Okay, come on, everyone. Break a leg! - Whoa, you're vicious!
Hold on, Mr Ant.
Amazing! This is too good to be true!
So, you see, it was my fault that Hopper's coming back.
But then, Princess Atta... boy, is she one in a million...
she let me go out and find you.
And after seeing you fight off those flies...
Boy, are those grasshoppers in for a big surprise!
- Dr Flora! - Oh, dear. Not another one.
- This is insane. - Insane.
There's just not enough food left on the island!
No way we can make double quota before Hopper comes.
Well, we have to try, Thorny. We don't have any choice.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, look who's playing lookout again... little Speck!
- The name is Dot. - Well, Spot, you still lookin' for Flik?
Forget it, Dot. That loser's never coming back.
Flik! He did it! He did it!
What? Quit shoving!
This is it! This is Ant Island!
Flik! Over here! Flik! Flik!
- Hey! - He did it! He did it! He did it! Yea!
- He did it! - Cool!
At the rate these leaves are dropping, we're gonna need a miracle.
That's right! We need a miracle!
Run for your lives!
Ta-da!
Once again, our reputation precedes us.
Hey, everybody! Hey! I'm back!
Hey, guys! Hey-ey! Look-look-look who's here with me!
Flik! Flik! Flik! You're back! I knew you could do it!
- Flik? - It's Flik! - What?
- Yeah. - No, it's not Flik.
- Flik has returned! - He's back?
And he's accompanied by savage insects!
What? How? He wasn't supposed to actually find someone!
Oh, look at this. Look at this. This is great. Look.
- Oh, my ticker! - So, what are you supposed to be?
He's a stick, stupid. You hit bugs with him.
- Well, that's an oversimplification. - That's right, kids. Like this!
No! Put me down! Ow!
- Hey! - My, you just pop right open there, don't ya?
- Ooh! Wow! - Uh-oh. Kids, he's kinda ticklish.
Let's come on out. Careful.
Well, my boy, you came through.
Aphie and I are very impressed.
Princess Atta! Hey! Hey, guys, this is Princess Atta! She's the one that sent me to find you!
- Atta, Atta! Did you see that really big bug over there? - He looks absolutely ferocious!
- They're our ticket out of this mess! - They came just in time! - That's right!
So, Princess Atta, what... what do you think?
No-no-no-no, wait! This was not supposed to happen.
Mayday, Mayday. We're losin' the job.
We don't fight grasshoppers.
- We don't, but they will. - Bingo!
We gotta sweeten the deal.
Your Majesty, ladies and gentlemen...
boys and girls of all ages...
our troupe here guarantees a performance like no other!
Why, when your grasshopper friends get here, we are gonna...
knock them dead!
Boy, these folks are sure hard up for entertainment.
Come on, come on. Hurry!
Wow!
Honey, relax. You should be proud of yourself.
Your instincts on that boy were right on the money.
And to make our official welcome complete... Mr Soil?
- Yes, Your Highness? - He's our resident thespian.
Last year he played the lead in Picnic.
The children... and myself... have quickly put together...
a little presentation in honour of our guests.
Dot, Reed, Daisy, Grub?
Oh, aren't they adorable! Ooh, they're cute!
The South Tunnel Elementary School second grade class...
would like to present you with this, a mural we have drawn...
of you bugs helping us fight the grasshoppers away.
Oh, look at the beautiful colours of the blood.
We drew one of you dying because our teacher said it would be more dramatic.
I tell you a tale of heroes so bold...
who vanquished our grasshopper enemies of old.
Look, the last leaf has fallen.
We are the grasshoppers! Where's our food?
Who will come to save us poor ants?
We are the warriors, here to defend you!
I die! Die! Die!
Hail, the bugs!
Thank you, thank you! Oh, thank you!
- Hey, hey, hey! - I say we go.
- Okay, honey. You're up. - Oh. Um...
- Oh, oh, l-l... - We're all very, very grateful to have...
- Here, here. - The warriors...
Thanks.
First of all, I'd like to thank the warriors for helping us in our fight...
against the grasshoppers.
Secondly, I would like to thank Flik...
- for his forthright thinking... - Thank you, Your Highness.
Oh, sure, I'd like to take credit for all of this, but, well, that wouldn't be right.
Because it was you, Princess Atta. You believed in me,
- and you sent me on my quest. - You tell that ant that we need to talk to him right now.
- Okay, okay, okay. - Now, I know that I've made mistakes in the past. - Go!
- And l... And I hope that this will make up... - Flik!
Not right now, Rosie. L-I'm making a speech.
Now, I truly believe that these bugs are the answer to our...
No, there's no circus around here. So, l...
Your Highness, the warriors have called for a secret meeting to plan for a circus...
uh, circumventing the oncoming hordes so they can trapeze... trap them with ease!
- Shouldn't I come too? - No!
Sorry, no, no, you see, it's classified in the D.M.Z. Gotta go A.S.A.P. You know, strictly B.Y.O.B. Bye!
Sorry. Sorry I have to take the warriors away so early...
but you know, uh, they have a... they have a lot to get done, with the battle looming and all.
So, uh, please, everyone enjoy the party.
"B.Y.O.B."?
Thanks again. Bye. Bye-bye.
Okay, just... just... just get in there. Go!
Go, go, go!
Circus bugs? How can you be circus bugs?
- What? - Oh... - Hey, hey, hey.
You said nothin' about killin' grasshoppers, pal. You lied to us!
Are you kidding? Do you know what this is?
This, my friends, is false advertising.
How dare you! You, sir, are the charlatan in this scenario...
touting your wares as a talent scout...
preying upon the hungry souls of hapless artistes.
Good day to you, sir.
Wait! No, no! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! You can't go.
You have got to help me. Give me some time. I'll come up with a plan.
- Just go tell them the truth! - They can't... They can't know the truth. The truth, you see, is bad.
I will be branded with this mistake for the rest of my life. My children's children will walk down the street...
and people will point and say, "Look! There goes the spawn of Flik, the loser!"
Oh... oh, oh, you know, all right, fine. Yeah, okay. Just go.
But if you could just do me a little favour before you leave.
Um, if you could squish me, that would be great, because, uh...
when they find out, I'm as good as dead.
Flik!
I really do think I should be part of this meeting. Flik!
Princess Atta! What a nice surprise.
Just what exactly is going on? I would like to speak with the so-called "warriors."
You can't! I mean, they are in the middle of a top secret meeting right now...
and they really should not be disturbed now.
Right, guys?
Could you ex... pl... Could you excuse... Uh, could you excuse me, please?
- Wait! Wait, wait, wait! Please, don't go! - I'm not going anywhere.
What is going on? Flik?
Flik! Ooh, I knew it!
Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait! Please! Don't go!
- No! - Quick, he's losin' it! - No, no, no, no!
- You can't go! I'm desperate! - Really? I couldn't tell.
Hmm. Come on, wings.
Help!
Mother, Flik is up to something.
- No! No! - Okay, Flik, time to put ya down now.
- Get him off me! He's cutting off the circulation to my foot. - No, no!
- No, no, no, no! - Let go!
- Oh, please! Please! Don't go! - Put the stick down. Flik, I mean it, now.
- Drop the stick. Drop it. - Run!
Boy, he runs fast for a little guy.
Tweet-tweet! Tweet-tweet!
Tweet-tweet!
This way.
There they are.
- A bird! - Flik!
- Look! - Dot!
Flik!
- Dot! - My baby!
Huh? I gotcha! I gotcha!
I gotcha, I gotcha!
- I can't see! - Somebody do something!
- Are they all right? - Can anyone see? Are they alive?
- I can't see! - What is happening?
- Dot? - Good heavens, they're in trouble!
- Francis, Francis, Francis, Francis, Francis, Francis... - Oh, you guys, I've got an idea!
Here! I've got it!
Please, ma'am, wake up! Wake up!
- Help! Help! - Yoo-hoo!
Mr Early Bird! How about a nice, tasty worm on a stick?
I'm going to snap. I'm going to snap.
Nice and juicy, succulent...
Let's go!
- There they are! - Flik! Help!
Okay.
- Flik! - It's going to be okay, Dot.
Bye-bye, birdie!
Help! I'm stuck! Pull me down!
- The caterpillar's using himself as live bait! - How brave!
Suck it in, man!
Ow. My leg!
The bird! The bird! Look out for the bird!
Flik!
Up-a, up-a, up-a, up-a, up-a!
What is that?
That, my friends, is the sound of applause!
Applause... I'm in heaven!
Our Blueberry troop salutes you bugs for rescuing our smallest member, Princess Dot.
And as a tribute to Miss Francis, we've changed our bandannas!
We voted you our honorary den mother!
What? Great.
All right, girls. Let's move your little keisters outta here now.
The patient needs her rest, you know. Come on.
Oh, excuse me, Flik. Can I talk to you just for a second?
- Huh? Oh, sure. - Oww!
Again, uh, thank you all, very, very much.
- Oh, stop it. - You're too kind. - Thank you.
- You don't think I've offended the warriors, do you? - You? No.
Oh, good. Because, you see...
when you first brought them here, I thought you'd hired a bunch of clowns.
Ya did?
Don't tell 'em I said that. Boy, that's all I'd need, another royal blunder like that.
- Princess, you're doin' a great job. - Thanks. You're sweet.
You're wrong but sweet.
- I know what everyone really thinks. - I don't follow you.
Everyone... the whole colony. Nobody really believes I can do this job.
It's like they're all watching me...
- just, just... - Waiting for you to screw up.
- Flik, I owe you an apology. - For what?
Well, I haven't been that nice to you, and I'm sorry.
If there's any way I can make it up to you... Hey! I know!
How would you like to be the queen's official aide to the warrior bugs?
- Me? - Oh, sure. You've got a great rapport going with them...
especially after that rescue... it was very brave.
- Really? Naw, naw... - Well, not every bug would face a bird.
- I mean, even Hopper's afraid of'em. - Yeah, well, I guess maybe I have...
- Say that again? - I said, even Hopper's afraid of birds.