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It is estimated that there are

some 10 quintillion insects alive at any one time.

But forget about them. This is about me, Lloyd.

I'm a fly.

I mean, what a twist.

Who knew Arachnofly had an identical twin brother?

Nobody would have guessed that.

I did. He's a clone, not a twin, though.

That's obvious. That's ridiculous, PB.

Burpy doesn't have that sort of know-how.

Hmm.

Let's continue this tomorrow. Without PB.

What? Why without me?

Lloyd, be fair.

But PB is always muscling in on what Abacus and I are doing.

I only always "muscle in" because Abacus is always here.

Hmm, that's true. You are always here, Abacus.

No offence. None taken, Mr. Lloyd.

See, you even serve pita bread with dinner just for Abacus.

Well, how about you invite a friend over for dinner too?

And then you'll have someone to talk to that isn't me and Abacus.

Yes! Can I invite someone, please?

Well, that's fair. Abacus is always here.

No offence.

Great. I want...

...Julie.

Julie, Julie, Julie...

Oh, she's that nice little ladybird, right?

No, Dad, that's Dotty. Julie is...

A spider. Oh, she's a spi...

A spider? You want to invite a spider to dinner?

Have you lost your marbles?

I want to invite a friend to dinner.

Julie is a friend.

Who is also a spider... who eats flies.

I mean... But she doesn't eat friends.

Uh, yet. Let's not push our luck, thank you.

Have I told you what I think the big twist at the end is, hmm?

I mean, maybe we can push our luck a little bit.

I suppose we could have her over.

Tomorrow?

Uh, gets it over with, I suppose.

Yes!

This is a bad idea.

If I get eaten, PB, Abacus will never forgive you.

He's right. I won't.

What if Abacus gets eaten?

I assume he'll be here. No offence.

Oh, no. Spiders don't eat wood lice. We're too chewy.

So don't worry if you're all eaten. I'll tell everyone what happened.

Who could have predicted Arachnofly was...

The clone all along.

Of course he was.

Otherwise, why else would they... No more spoilers, PB!

You want Julie to come to dinner or not?

Oh, fine.

You could at least show a bit of trust, though.

I'm not going to invite a spider to dinner without being prepared.

She'll be offended.

If she's offended, she's more likely to want to eat him.

And therefore, all the more reason to be prepared.

I think this is it.

What, you think? We can't get this wrong.

Is it or isn't it?

It is.

OK, right. Just let me do the talking.

Julie, are you in?

Ah, she must be out. Never mind. We tried our best. Let's go.

Hello, Lloyd.

Ooh.

Don't eat me!

Lloyd!

I mean... Thank you?

What are you doing so far from home?

We came to invite you to dinner, tonight.

But you're probably busy. Bit short notice. So...

Oh, how sweet.

I don't get many dinner invitations.

I suppose it is unusual

for your dinner to invite you to dinner.

We're not the dinner!

What about other spiders? Don't they invite you?

Oh, spiders aren't really very social.

Well, in that case, we'll be off.

I want you to come, Julie. Please?

And Lloyd does too.

OK, yeah. Please come, Julie.

We'd love to have you for dinner.

I'd love to have you for dinner, too.

No, I mean, I'd love to have dinner WITH you.

Not have you FOR dinner.

I mean, I WOULD love to have you for dinner.

I mean, have you COME for dinner with me at mine another time.

But for dinner, not FOR dinner. I mean...

What you said, PB. Yes to that.

OK, listen.

Right, not everybody is as trusting of spiders as PB.

So if we're really doing this,

we need to try not to draw unnecessary attention.

Push! Right leg down a bit.

Other right leg. Push!

No, the other one.

Oh, such a... lovely... home.

It's Molly and Polly. Quick, cover her up.

Everything alright, Lloyd?

Never better, Molly. Polly.

Oh, phew. Get her in, quick.

You must be Mr Fly.

It's very nice to meet you.

Uh...

And Mrs Fly. I'm Julie.

Oh. I brought dessert.

Oh, it's a... big, long leg.

Had a row with a daddy long-legs.

He'll grow another one. Wow.

I can't wait for dessert.

Dinner is this way, Julie.

Very nice to meet you too, Julie.

OK, so remember our escape routes.

If she goes rogue, we make for the door.

If that's blocked, window.

If that's blocked, we burrow through the walls. Clear?

She's our friend and guest. We don't need escape routes.

Better safe than sorry, PB.

Sorry, I froze up.

I don't know what to say to a spider, Lloyd. I'm so nervous.

Way ahead of you. I've written out some spider conversation starters.

Oh.

Ooh, what a lovely kitchen.

Mmm, something smells good.

Oh. Sorry.

Dinner time.

Do you like fruit flies, Julie?

I love fruit flies,

though I was never expecting you to be serving...

Oh, a fly made out of fruit.

I get it. How thoughtful.

Oh, it's... It's the closest we had.

My uncle met a spider once.

He had such a bad sense of direction he flew straight into a web

and got... Mum.

...out of it just fine.

Before passing away in an entirely unrelated incident.

Ooh!

Dad, start a conversation.

When... when did you last eat a fly?

Dad! Sorry.

On... on average,

how many flies do you eat? Dad.

Julie, have you ever eaten a friend?

Dad!

Lloyd wrote it.

It's a reasonable question.

Uh...

You don't have to answer, Julie.

No, it's OK. I understand.

I'd never eat a friend.

And you are my friends.

You're all safe. Promise.

Julie, you've not eaten anything. Don't you like it?

Well, I can't really eat fruit.

Well, then let's get straight to pudding before you get hungry.

Can I try some? No!

You always say I should try new foods.

Well, that is good advice.

Usually I'm a strict carnivore,

but maybe I should try some authentic fly cuisine.

Can't see the harm.

Would it help if I made a buzzing noise?

Buzz. Buzz.

Oh, but it's just the head.

Sorry.

Julie?

Are you alright?

I knew we couldn't trust her!

No! Julie!

Just needed to take the taste away.

Is everything alright?

We had bloodcurdling screams,

so we thought we'd pop our heads round.

Spider!

She's ripped Lloyd's surprisingly long leg off!

And eaten most of PB.

Get away, you beast!

No!

Wait, stop! I'm fine!

Julie isn't eating me.

She's not eating any of us.

And she's had plenty of opportunity to.

You know what? PB was right.

Julie's not a monster.

Julie is our friend.

And she does not eat friends.

Or friends of friends.

This was so much fun.

Next time you could come to mine for dinner.

Yes. Maybe.

No!

OK, how about just Abacus and I come with you, PB?

As long as we're not, you know, muscling in.

Bye, Julie.

Bye.

What... Wait, you did mean for dinner,

not FOR dinner, right?

Uh...

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