A Bug's Life
[ Bird Chirping ]
[ Insects Buzzing,
Chittering ]
[ Gasps ]
No, no, no.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
I'm lost!
Where's the line?
It just went away.
What do I do?
- Help!
- We'll be stuck here forever!
Do not panic.
Do not panic!
We are trained professionals.
Now, stay calm.
A-Around the leaf?
I don't think we can do that.
Oh, nonsense. This is nothing
compared to the twig of'93.
- [ Whimpering ]
- 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.
[ Laughing ]
Good job, everybody!
Oh, my.
There's quite a gap, Mr. Soil.
- Shouldn't we tell the queen?
- I don't think we need
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.
- [ Gasps ] 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.
- [ Pet Chirps ]
Okay, Atta.
Now what do we do?
Ahh-- Oh! Don't tell me.
I know it. What is it?
- We relax.
- [ Chuckles ] 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.
[ Laughs ]
[ Chuckles ]
Isn't that right, Aphie?
Oh, you're such a cute little aphid.
[ Rumbling ]
- Ditch Dot!
- Yeah, yeah!
Hey, come back here!
[ Strains, Grunts ]
- Dot!
- Yes, Mother.
What did I tell you
about trying to fly?
- Right.
- But Mom--
and your wings are too little--
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.
[ Sighs ]
I know, I know.
- I'm always acting
like the sky is falling.
- Look out!
- Atta!
- Princess Atta!
- Oh!
- Hey!
-Stop that!
- What do you think you're doing?
- You could have killed
somebody over here.
- [ Gasps ] 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!
- [ Coughing ]
- Flik, what are you doing?
Oh, this! This is my new idea
for harvesting grain.
No more picking individual kernels.
You cut down the entire stalk!
- We don't have time for this.
- Exactly! We never have time
to collect food for ourselves.
We spend all summer
harvesting for the offering.
- But my invention will
speed up production.
- Oh, another invention?
Something for you too.
Since you're gonna be queen, you could
use this to oversee production.
- Dr. Flora, if I may.
- This is all very nice, but--
-Just an ordinary blade of grass
and a bead of dew, right?
- Flik, please.
- Wrong! It is, in fact, a telescope.
- [ Both Laugh ]
- It's very clever, Flik, but--
- Hello, Princess! Aren't you
looking lovely this morning!
Not that you would need
a telescope to see that.
Listen! The princess doesn't
have time for this!
You wanna help fill this thing?
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,
I was really just trying--
trying to help.
Harvester. Why, we harvested
the same way ever since I was a pupa.
[ Sighs ]
Where were we?
- The food pile, Your Highness.
- Oh, yes, yes.
Hey, 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.
[ Sighs ]
- 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.
- Being little's not such a bad thing.
- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not.
- Is too!
- Is not. Is not! Is not!
- Is too. Is too! Is too!
Oh! A seed.
I need a seed. Ahh--
Ohh!
Ah, here, here.
Pretend-- pretend
that that's a seed.
- It's a rock.
- I know it's a rock.
But let's just pretend for a minute it's
a seed. We'll just use our imaginations.
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...
voila!
This rock will be a tree?
Seed to tree. You've gotta
work with me, all right?
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.
[ Horn Sounds ]
[ Gasps ] They're here.
- [ Gasping ]
- [ Horn Continues ]
[ Panicked Chattering ]
- They're coming!
- Run!
- Dot! Dot!
- Mom!
- Mom!
- Thank heavens!
- Food to the offering stone.
- [ Whistles ] 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. [ Panting ]
Okay. That's everyone.
[ Flik ]
Hey!
Hey, wait for me!
Get the food to the offering stone,
then into the anthill.
[ Screams ]
No! No, no, no, no, no!
Oh, oh!
Oh, no.
Princess Atta!
Princess Atta!
Princess Atta!
[ Rumbling ]
[ Whimpering ]
They come, they eat, they leave.
They come, they eat, they leave.
Excuse me, pardon me.
Pardon me, excuse me. Coming through.
Sorry. Coming through. Princess Atta,
there's something I need to tell you.
- Not now, Flik. Shh!
- But Your Highness,
it's about the offering!
-[ Male Voice ] Hey, what's goin' on?
Yeah, where's the food?
[ All Gasp ]
- What did you do?
- It was an accident?
[ Laughs Maniacally ]
Boo!
[ Laughs ]
- Where's the food?
- [ Whimpering ]
- Hopper.
- [ Gasps ]
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,
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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