So, where is it?
Where’s my food?
– I-I-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? Think about it for a second.
If it was up there, would I be coming down here,
to your level, looking for it?
– Uh, I… – 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 I… – 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 ‘member? Oh, you shoulda seen it.
This blue jay has him halfway down his throat, and Hopper’s kickin’ and screamin’.
And I’m scared. I’m not goin’anywhere near, okay?
Aw, come on. It’s a great story. 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? – How can I answer? You said I couldn’t say another word.
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.
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. I… 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’s it! We could…
It took two days to dig him out. Send him to Health and Ant Services.
We could leave the island, the river bed’s dry. We could walk across and get helpers.
We could! 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?
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 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. I could travel to the city! I could search there!
If you went, you’d be on that silly search for weeks.
– 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.
– I won’t let you down, I promise, I promise, I promise. – That’s fine. No, forget it.
– I should help repair the damage before I go. – No! No, no!
Don’t worry! The colony is in good hands!
Hey, fellas. Beautiful mornin’, huh?
My dad gives you one hour before you come back crying.
Does he, now?
– My dad doesn’t think that. – He doesn’t, huh?
– Naw, he’s bettin’ you’re gonna die. – Oh.
He says if the heat doesn’t get ya, the birds will.
I think he’s gonna make it.
– Nobody asked you, Your Royal Shortness. – Yeah, Dot. What do you know?
Hey, hey, hey. Ease up. Come on.
She’s entitled to her opinion too.
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.
Here I go. For the colony, and for oppressed ants everywhere!
– Wow! – Hey!
– Hey-hey! – Bye, Flik!
Good luck, Flik!
– 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! Aye-eee!
– Ooh! – Oh, my goodness.
– 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. Not now, Slim. – P.T., what’s the point?
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 walkingstick. It’s funny!
– Now go! – You parasite.
Tra-la-la-la-la. Spring’s in the air.
And I’m a flower with nothing interesting to say.
I am a cute little bumblebee! Here I come!
Slow down, you flowers!
Candy corn! Here, let me help you to finish it.
Hey, cutie! Wanna pollinate with a real bug?
Ooh, come to papa!
So, bein’ a ladybug automatically makes me a girl, is that it, flyboy? 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…
Shh! 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.
– The stage is the other way, dear. – Yes, of course.
– 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…
Rosie, whole troupe. Onstage! Finale! Now!
– Okay, I just need time to… Coming, coming. – Now!
Tuck, Roll, let’s get moving, guys. We’re up next.
Don’t you understand? We are up!
– 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!
I only got 24 hours to live and I ain’t gonna waste it here.
I’ve just about had it with these losers!
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 offlypaper 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 tojump 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!
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