Antz Page #4

QUEEN:

General, the severe food shortage

that faces the colony...pains me.

The thought of any of my children

going hungry...

(she shudders; then,

to baby)

Who's the cutest widdle worker? You

are! Yes, you! Don't forget to

brush your teeth!

(to mid-wife)

Ship 'er out.

(back to Formica)

What steps are you taking to remedy

the situation?

FORMICA:

We are launching a major offensive to

expand our foraging territory...

QUEEN:

Yes, what else?

FORMICA:

Please don't worry, your majesty.

Leave the worrying to me. As you

know, I'm not an ant of half-

measures. I don't pussyfoot around.

This crisis is my number one

priority, and I promise you it's

being dealt with swiftly, and

decisively.

The Queen's attention is interrupted by another baby being

put in her arms.

QUEEN:

(to baby)

No snacking between meals! Off you

go!

(to Formica)

Now -- what were we saying?

FORMICA:

(Oliver North-style)

I do not recollect, your majesty.

Will that be all?

QUEEN:

Yes, General Formica. Carry on, my

good man! I don't know what we would

do without you.

Formica clicks his heels and bows his head. Carpenter bows

low. Formica smartly about faces --

BALA (O.S.)

General Formica!

PRINCESS BALA hurries through a second doorway, carrying a

swatch book. Something about her sets her apart from the

HANDMAIDEN ANTS with her. Her tiara, probably.

Formica tilts his head quizzically to Carpenter behind him.

CARPENTER:

(sotto)

Princess Bala, sir. Your fiancee.

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