Arthur et la vengeance de Maltazard (Arthur And The Revenge Of Maltazard) Page #2

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what it says on the box! Relax!

Oh, God. How can I relax

with these burns on my face?

At least you know

the spray works!

I'm going to Mrs. Kerman's store

and buying her entire stock.

As soon as I'm back on my feet,

I'll take care

of every creepy-crawly

for miles around!

Go away!

It's dangerous for you here!

What did you say?

Nothing, honey!

I was just thinking out loud.

About... About that bee!

It must be awfully smart

to escape from your trap.

Smart? I don't think so!

Their brains are the size of a pin

head, they're lighter than a feather.

And you expect them

to be able to think?

The human brain weighs

over two pounds. Think about it!

It takes one heck of a brain

to invent...

the telephone, for example,

or the television.

Even if we don't have one!

And the automobile! Did a spider

invent the automobile?

Did bees paint the Sixtine Chapel?

Did mosquitoes sculpt

Rodin's Thinker? I think not!

And poetry and music? You think

any beetle ever wrote music?

No, of course not!

Not to mention architecture!

The Empire State Building...

The Golden Gate Bridge! You think

a bunch of ants could build a bridge?

First class passengers...

All aboard!

Platform number one!

The train is about to depart!

Stand clear, please!

Hey, Mom.

What's up?

- You tell me.

- Nothing.

- Just playing.

- Really?

- Grandpa gave me a new train.

- Let me see!

- What are you doing?

- Checking for illegal immigrants.

Like I have something to hide!

I know you let the bee go free.

You're allergic to it, remember?

I know, Mom,

but if you were caught in a trap

like that, I'd rescue you.

That's very sweet of you, honey.

But that bee stung your father.

- A sting won't kill him.

- Hopefully not.

Come mon. Time to take a shower.

Bright as a new penny.

Don't go rolling in the dirt now.

Got you now.

You think honey is sweet?

Have you ever tasted revenge?

Just right.

You scared me!

Could you move to one side a little?

You're in the line of fire.

This tree is 200 years old. It saw

your grandfather come into the world.

If it offers refuge to a beehive,

it must have its reasons for doing so.

I'm sorry, but there isn't a tree in

the world that has authority over me.

I own this tree.

It's on my land.

So get out of my way.

My land. My tree. My rock.

No. That is my rock.

Your rock...

Well... Maybe so.

But those bees have it coming

to them. I will be back.

Look at that!

You still have paint on your face.

I don't want you to playing

any more war games. War isn't nice.

It's not warpaint, Mom.

These are the eternal

codes of nature.

I was accepted into the great circle

today. Tonight there's a big party.

That's nice, dear.

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