A Bug's Life Page #2
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,
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.
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