The Ant Bully Page #5

Croaker!

This way!

Don't ever leave me again.

-But Zoc told me--

-You are my pupa, not Zoc's.

Lucas, come on.

Climb! You can do it. Just concentrate.

I'm an ant. Okay, I'm an ant.

-He's got it. He's got it.

-Look, I'm an ant!

He hasn't got it.

Grab hold!

Hova?

Lucas!

Wow, we came right

down that guy's throat, didn't we?

Hey, smiley, you're on my wing.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

So, what do you guys do?

I'm a glowworm. I glow.

That's great!

You're really starting

to irritate me. Can you--?

Oh, gross.

Will you quit eating, fatso?

It's cramped in here.

There's no more room!

Don't worry. I'm afraid we will be

moving along in due course.

Always with the negative with you.

Why can't you be more-- Hey, Lenny!

This is what I'm talking about.

Lenny always has a smile on his face--

Let me out! Let me out!

-I don't wanna be a toadstool!

-"A toadstool." That's great.

-You like that?

-That's very funny.

There's plenty more

where that came from, pal.

I like-- Hi, what's your name?

There he goes again.

Stop! Come back!

-Hova!

-No!

Hova, he's gone.

Croaker, over here. This way!

-Zoc!

-Zoc!

I am delicious, eat me.

Zoc, are you crazy?

-He's crazy.

-Hey, froggy!

No relationship is worth this.

Oh, sure. Why not? Come on in.

-Welcome to paradise.

-Zoc! How'd you get here?

I sure didn't come in

through the rear entrance.

Welcome. Make yourself at home. Hi.

Who is this? Your ant?

Zoc, you are crazy.

You're inside a frog, for Mother's sake.

What are you doing? This is impossible!

"Listen to yourself, Zoc.

A wizard knows no such word.

So, what are you now?"

Weirdo.

What does she see in you?

-What does she see in you?

-Exactly!

Not me.

-Hey, is that...?

-Alka root? So it is.

-Oh, no.

-Oh, my.

You might wanna let go of that.

Oh, no. So you can grab it?

I don't think so.

-Hands in the air.

-Oh, my.

Wow, that was great!

Hey, we sure owe you one!

Thanks a lot!

I'm free! I'm free!

Oh, crap.

Hey, Zoc, thanks. But why'd you do it?

An ant will sacrifice himself

for his friends.

-I thought you hated me.

-I didn't do it for you.

All right, well, we should

camp here for the night.

Come on, Fugax. Let's forage some food.

Excuse me? I don't forage.

I'll scout for food.

Right, let's go.

Zoc, stay with Lucas.

He's been through a lot today.

-Hova, please, don't ask me to--

-He's not what you think.

There is goodness in him.

There's an ant in him.

See, he really is trying.

Come on. You can do it.

-Concentrate.

-One, two, three.

Think ant. Ant. Ant.

Yeah, all right.

Craznocks.

It's funny.

The sky looks exactly the same.

Everything else is so different...

...but it's the same sky, the same stars.

Why must you keep doing that?

-Are you ill?

-What? Oh, you mean yawning.

-I'm just tired.

-Please stop. It's disgusting.

-Ants don't yawn?

-Definitely not, thank you.

So this city of yours, it's like a nest?

Well, yeah. Kind of.

And the humans that live there

are all brothers...

...working together

for the greatness of their colony?

Well, not exactly.

It's a little more like,

you know, every man for himself.

But that's so primitive.

How does anything get done?

Some people work together.

Some. Why not all?

I suppose it's because

of their differences.

But it's the differences

that make a colony strong.

Foragers, scouts, drones,

nurses, regurgitators...

...all are different,

but an essential part of the whole.

This is where we ants draw our strength.

My differences just get me beat up.

-And why is that?

-I don't know.

Some humans prefer to clobber people

they don't understand.

Like you prefer to clobber ants.

I guess I didn't think

about what I was doing.

Seems to happen a lot.

I suppose sometimes I, too,

can act without thinking.

Perhaps in this way, we are alike.

Good night, Lucas.

Good night, Zoc.

-What's the matter?

-Look!

-What is it? What's wrong?

-I see her!

-Who her?

-The Ant Mother!

She's come! She's here!

Look! Look!

What do you know?

There really is an--

No.

Cloudbreather.

But I cancelled the contract.

Praise the Mother!

-Praise the Mother!

-She's come at last!

Everyone, please, calm down.

Listen to me! It is not the Ant Mother!

-It is a Cloudbreather!

-It's true.

He's come to wipe out the entire colony.

How can we possibly fight back?

His magic is strong.

Sprayers.

Foggers.

Oh, that's the stuff.

Zappers.

Sulfur bombs.

And how do you know of this creature?

Because....

-Because I brought him here.

-Lucas!

I knew it. I told you.

-Guards, remove this human.

-Come on, kid.

-Hova!

-Lucas!

-No.

-Wait. The potion.

That's it! Zoc, you shrunk me.

You can shrink the Cloudbreather.

We can load these things up and then:

Right in the ear!

Yes. Yes, perhaps.

But the Cloudbreather

towers above us like a tree.

How do we get close enough?

I've got an idea.

Zoc, you would trust this human?

Yoo-hoo, hello?

We need to talk to you.

Show yourselves.

Down here. Hello?

Well, well, well.

Just in time for lunch.

-Hello.

-Wait.

Listen to me. We come in peace.

The exterminator's here. He brings

death clouds that will destroy us all...

...unless we can work together

to stop him.

Death clouds, huh?

Okay, let's eat.

Get behind me.

Sir, the east nest, totally destroyed.

The cloud is coming.

The cloud!

What do you have in mind?

Remember, you only get one shot at it.

Don't fire until you see

the wax of his ears.

-Understood.

-Ready? Lucas?

-Good to go.

-Hey. Hey. Stop it. Stop it.

Zoc! Can I switch? Mine's broken.

All right, boys. Heat them up.

Let's fly.

Hey, that looks fun. Let's help, shall we?

Okay. I only live two weeks anyway.

Good for you.

First wave, attack!

So you want to rumble, huh?

Come on. Come on.

Come on!

I'm going in.

I can't get through.

He's got some kind of shield.

Craznocks. Headphones!

For queen and colony!

Yeah.

Why have you stopped?

Oh, geez. Boy, that hurts. Please stop.

Bye-bye.

We'll have to land on him.

Find a way in.

He's reloading! Now's our chance.

Draw!

Zoc!

-Welcome to the scalp.

-Hello.

-Have a slice.

-Enjoy.

Fingers!

He's scratching again!

-To the armpit!

-Dive, dive!

Leave my friends alone!

Don't pick your nose.

Don't pick your nose.

-Need a lift?

-Thanks.

No.

Hova, are you okay?

What?

Nighty night.

Run!

Come on, get up!

We got to go, we got to go!

I'm done, little ant.

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