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Hello, Mr. Snail!

Aw, you cute little Cornu aspersum.

Latin name—bonus points!

Can’t believe we got stuck with the tree hugger.

If I have to hear the Latin name for one more animal, I swear I’m gonna kill her.

Relax, Sugar Buns. While she does all the work we’ll have all the fun.

Yeah! And get wasted out of our minds!

Way ahead of you, man.

C’mon, team! We mustn’t dilly-dally when there’s so much nature to see!

I was thinking we should call our class project “Fungis in a Forest!”

Get it? Because we’re a group of fun guys.

And also fungis, which—

Shush! That’s a yellow wagtail. And she’s in distress!

There, there, my little Motacilla flava.

Oh! Look at her go!

Wow!

Out of the way, dorkwad! We’re camping here.

Finally! Time to get that barbecue burning.

Oh. Oh, dear.

Gross!

Oh. Easy, guys. We’re supposed to be studying nature, not wrecking it.

Piss break!

Oi, fungus freak! Make yourself useful and fix the tent.

Oh, a bit of friendly campsite ribbing. Fun.

She wouldn’t survive five minutes alone in these woods.

Yeah. She’s a real weenie that one, innit?

Oi, Phil! How those sausages coming?

Almost ready! Just need a bit more salt...

It’s incredible. It’s a new species.

What the bloody hell are those things?

It’s like a gnome shagged a mushroom.

They’re absolutely adorable.

Yeah, absolutely bloody adorable.

And I bet we’ll make a fortune if we catch one of those things.

We’d be famous!

Get on MTV.

I wonder what they taste like.

We really shouldn’t disrupt their habitat.

Right. Sure, sure.

Greetings.

Welcome, friends.

I’ll be right down.

Could I interest you in some peppermint tea?

What are you guys?

We are sprites. We sprite balance to the forest.

We take care of the animals, plants, birds, moss…

Guys? Guys, I…

Hey, uh, little mushroom geezer, you cool with us camping here for the night?

Absolutely. A friend of the forest is a friend of the sprites.

Maybe it was just ketchup… or something… like…

Red paint? Yeah, maybe they were just painting their little hats or... something...

Guys?

Guys?

Guys, this isn’t funny.

Guys?

We were just gonna catch one! But they’re psycho!

You gotta get me outta these! Hurry! They’re gonna kill us!

Hurry!

Right foot, left foot, leaf and stone.

You picked the wrong camping spot, bitches.

Sprite them!

Run!

Aaaah! My eyes!

Sugar Buns! Help me!

Sweet cakes!

Love muffin...

Huh?

No, no, no! I can’t swim!

Yes!

No!

Son of a spriteberry!

It burns! It burns!

I don’t want to hurt you! Just keep your distance!

All right, then. Eat salt, you little green bastards!

Nuh-uh-uh.

Those punks treated the world as their own personal rubbish bin.

And you set them free!

Now you’ll join them!

I’ll give you that one, brother bird!

Alright, sprites, let’s burn the bodies and have some peppermint tea.