The Ant Bully

Oh, that's it! Spindle, taillight.

Hey. Hey!

-What?

-What do you mean, "what"?

Hey! Hey, what are you doing?

Yeah, this is the sleeping chamber.

Go to sleep.

Don't make me come up there!

I'm so sorry, but I must have

the final ingredient for my potion.

Now, what's more important:

Me completing my life's work

for the salvation of the colony--

Which includes you guys.

--or your sleep?

-Sleep. I'm going with sleep.

-Yeah, the second one.

Well, then I shall try to be very quiet.

Clacktiel.

That's it, I'm coming up there!

Fire crystals.

At last. The final ingredient.

I'm on vacation.

-No. No, cut it out.

-Dogpile.

Dogpile.

It's the Destroyer!

Atomic wedgy.

And a clean break.

-Clean break. Excellent wedge.

-Yeah. All right.

Come on, man,

I'm running out of underwear.

Well, what are you gonna do about it, huh?

Nothing.

-Because I'm big and you're small.

-Yeah.

-Because he's big and you're small.

-Hey.

Quit repeating everything I say.

I was just adding emphasis, dude.

Man, why you gotta be hating?

Destroyer.

Zoc?

Water!

-Zoc.

-Hova, please, get to the grass.

It's dangerous up here.

But I've always wanted to see

a human up close.

I hear they're capable of speech, like us.

They are nothing like us.

What you gonna do about it, ants?

Nothing.

Because I'm big and you're small.

Away, monster, or I will use my powers

to destroy you.

Powers that I have yet to perfect. Run!

Hello.

We mean you no harm.

-Oh, great.

-Shoe!

Shoe!

-Please, go in peace.

-Look out!

-Are you all right?

-l-- I guess he didn't hear me.

Lucas.

Peanut, it's time to come inside now.

Peanut.

I think I might have gotten through

to him.

-What do you think?

-Destroyer.

Tiffany, Lucas, we're leaving now.

Lucas? All the numbers are on the fridge.

-Good one. Extended play.

-Lucas.

What are you doing back there?

Why didn't you answer?

-Are you all right, sweetie?

-I'm fine.

-I was just playing with my friends.

-I don't know.

-Maybe we shouldn't go on vacation.

-Come on, it's our big wedding anniversary.

We're going to Puerco Vallarta.

And I gotta spend a little quality time

with the mamacita.

Don't cancel your vacation

just because of me.

-I can solve my own problems.

-Problems? What problems?

Does it have anything to do with

why I can't find your underwear?

No!

Bed-wetting is nothing

to be ashamed of, Peanut.

What? Just stop it, Mom!

I don't have any problems

except for you treating me like a baby.

-Peanut.

-And stop calling me that.

Just go away and leave me alone.

I, Zoc, call upon the elements:

The wind that blows, rain that falls,

fire that burns.

Deliver your awesome power

and transform my potion.

Clacktiel.

That was great, sweetie.

I loved the smoke effects.

Didn't you, Spindle?

You...

...rock. Curse upon your children.

I don't think rocks have children, honey.

-They won't now.

-Okay. What's the matter?

Hova, the potion is supposed to

change color.

It's not changing color.

It's not changing color.

I call upon the elements:

Wind, rain, et cetera.

Transform my potion and clacktiel.

Clacktiel, clacktiel....

-Maybe you're pronouncing it wrong.

-How could I pronounce it wrong?

-I made it up.

-Take a break.

Hova, perhaps you didn't notice...

...but we were almost squished today,

and the colony is in shambles.

I am this close to finding a solution

to the human problem...

...and you tell me I need to--

Hova, what are you doing?

-Nothing, I'm not doing anything.

-No. Wait.

-No.

-I'm simply walking towards you.

-There's no reason to panic.

-Wait. Now, Hova--

-I'm just coming towards you.

-Wait. No. Hova. No.

Does it tickle?

What about when I do this?

Why are you laughing?

I see you laughing.

Don't make me clacktiel you.

Well, I'm glad you two have something

to laugh about.

-Head of Council.

-Hi.

How nice of you to....

It was unexpected.

Forgive me.

I was working on an experiment.

Oh, yes, I see.

Well, we were-- How may I be of service?

Zoc, attacks from the Destroyer

grow more frequent.

Our food supplies

are now desperately low.

The council was hoping

perhaps you might have a solution.

Fight back. We must stop the Destroyer.

But thousands of ants

would needlessly die.

Perhaps if we could communicate,

you know, just talk with the human.

Oh, what a great idea.

Let's have a nice chat.

Well, hello, Destroyer.

Gee, you look kind of tired.

Why don't you just rest your feet

on my girlfriend.

Okay, oka--

Sometimes you're a real stinkbug,

you know that?

Zoc, a war with the human is--

It's impossible.

A wizard knows no such word.

-Whatever.

-Bye, Tiff. Bye, Lucas.

I love you.

You kids mind your grandma.

Okay, goodbye. Have fun.

Don't worry, everything's under control.

A little help, please.

I think it's your turn.

Teeth in the grass.

Mommo, here's your--

What are you doing?

Preventing alien abduction,

that's what I'm doing.

Thank you.

Dang crabgrass.

See these? Airflow. Aliens hate airflow.

Drives them nuts. And if they try to cut

the power in the middle of the night...

...these babies will wake me up.

-We gotta be prepared. Tell your friends.

-I don't have any friends.

Well, who's gonna look out for you

when you get old...

...and your teeth are falling out,

and them aliens are after you?

-Lucas.

-I'll look after myself.

-Good night, Mommo.

-Good night. Sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite...

...or creep into your ear

and lay eggs in your brain.

-Dance, Pukas.

-Dance, monkey boy, dance!

Think fast.

Clacktiel.

You....

Zoc, please, not in front of Spindle.

Sorry.

God, there must be something I missed.

Wait. A crack.

That's it. Imperfections in the crystals.

Perhaps coating it

in a viscous compound.

Spindle. Resin.

Clacktiel.

Oh, that's it. It worked!

The potion is complete!

Praise the Mother! Yes! Yes! Yes!

No!

-Zoc.

-Hova, hang on.

Spindle, get the potion. Quickly.

Hello.

Yep, I was about your age

when I flooded my first colony.

Brother, those were good times.

Good times!

-Who are you?

-Stan Beals is the name.

Beals-A-Bug Pest Control.

Exterminator, eradicator,

solver of problems.

Hey, you must be the Nickle boy, right?

Now, your dad ordered my services...

...but he forgot to sign the contract

before he left.

Busy man. Lot on his mind. It happens.

So he just told me to talk to you....

-Lucas.

-Yeah, Lucas.

He said, "You have my son, Lucas,

sign the contract for me...

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