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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.
Whoa.
Dibs. You're all mine.
Aye, sweetie, yours is it? Yes, it is.
Dibsed it, fair and square.
Hmm. Hmm.
And I've licked it all over. Oh, strawberry.
So, if you'll excuse us.
Right, I'm gonna get my very big friends
to help me carry my very much dibsed sweet.
Hey, dibs is dibs, I respect that.
I'll keep an eye on it for you.
Hmm.
OK, I'll be back before you...
...aah! - know it.
Dibs.
Come on, Abacus, quick, PB. It's right over...
No!
What? There's nothing here, Lloyd.
I knew you couldn't have dibsed a whole sweet.
I did. That rotten wasp was lying! He took my sweetie, the thief!
He must've taken it to his nest. Come on.
Mmm.
Strawberry's my favourite.
Lovely find, pop it in the Queen's store room.
You dibsed that?
It's beautiful, Lloyd. Well done.
Hello, wee fella. Can I help you?
Yes, you can.
That wasp has my sweetie. I dibsed it.
That is quite an accusation.
Dextrose, is that true?
You're getting me confused with some other wasp, pal.
Never seen you in my life. This is my sweetie.
What? Wait, he's lying. This is...
A nest's no place for a wee fly, trust me.
Have a wonderful day now.
What now? That sweet belongs to me.
They took it, so we're going to take it back.
But we'll need a team.
Thanks for joining our team, Cornea. Happy to.
Mm-hm.
Right, listen up, here's the plan.
Hey, is that a page from my big book of wasps?
Trust me, your share of the sweet will be worth it.
Now, all wasp nests have similar layouts.
The Queen's store room is here, that's our target.
There's only one way in or out of the nest, and it's guarded.
Cornea, you're our distraction.
Hello. Who'd like to try a nice distracting smoothie?
Is this where I come in? No, not yet, Abacus.
Oh, OK.
We know his favourite is strawberry from when he sniffed my sweetie.
Just strawberry? Rather bland. How about if I add some...
Just strawberry will be fine.
While Cornea provides cover, we sneak in.
Once inside, PB will be our decoy. Yes.
I'm a waspy wasp. Routine maintenance.
You're a wasp, shoutier. Oh, yeah.
Routine maintenance, clear out.
Again? This happens all the time.
I haven't done my shift yet.
Is this my bit? Not yet.
Oh.
A treasure like that is going to be well guarded.
Now? No.
This is where we come to the really clever bit.
We cut through the ceiling from the chamber above.
Abacus, that's you. Sorry.
Here, I borrowed my mum's saw.
Careful, it's sharp.
Yes, yes. Remember, do it quietly.
I can't flap my wings as I must remain silent.
I've really thought this through. So clever.
From there, it's a simple roll back through to the entrance.
It's the infusions of the berries that give it that extra zing.
Ooh!
Out the nest and back home,
where we feast on delicious strawberry sweetie.
Fairly portioned, based on relative contribution to retrieval.
Bye-bye.
It's the perfect plan.
Yes, Abacus? Are we sure it's safe?
Don't worry, Abacus, they won't eat us.
Says so in my big book of wasps, which is now missing a page.
Eat us? That hadn't even occurred to me.
It's fine. As long as we all follow the plan, nothing can go wrong.
It is on.
Ow.
I forgot the thread for the clever bit where I come down and...
Oh, you know... Hold on.
Hello, would you like to try a fresh delicious smoothie?
Ooh, thanks. Is that strawberry?
It is.
With garlic, cheese, cucumber...
Oh.
Ah. That's horrible.
Oh. Oh.
I didn't want it to be bland. We can safely say it wasn't.
Everybody else, stick to the plan.
Go on, PB, you're the decoy. It's a bit scarier in real life.
Stick to the plan and you'll be fine.
Routine maintena... My stinger fell off.
Hide.
There's nobody here. Why can't anyone stick to the plan?
OK, Abacus, you're up. Remember, quiet.
I'm sorry, Lloyd, it's very loud. Just do it quickly.
Oh, dear.
Abacus? It's OK, Lloyd, you can come down.
There's no-one here.
What, no guards? Not even one?
What a waste of a brilliant plan, I'd thought of literally everything.
Heave. Heave.
Pull harder.
Was this part of the plan, Lloyd?
It's time for a new plan.
There's nobody in there. Where have they all gone, a picnic?
So, the new plan is we just walk straight out, apparently.
What's that sound?
Well, according to the layout,
this is where the Queen's larvae sleep.
Oh.
What? Be very quiet, don't wake them.
Why? What's wrong? I don't want to be eaten.
Eaten? You said the wasps won't eat us.
They won't, but their larvae might.
You didn't think that was worth mentioning?
I didn't know you were going to take us through the nursery.
Let's just stick to the new plan,
but go very slow and very quietly.
Run for it. Abandon, sweetie.
Are you the children's food?
My workers should've pre-chewed you.
They must still be at the picnic. Really.
Mummy, I caught this butterfly trying to poison the guard
with this disgusting muck.
That's a harsh way to describe a perfectly lovely smoothie.
Wait, it's you. You stole my sweetie.
What? The sweet Dextrose found for me?
That's my sweet. I dibsed it and he knows I did.
I've never seen this fly before in my life, Mummy.
Have you any proof, before you go accusing my son?
Um, I licked it all over.
Eugh!
You're quite right, it's covered in fly spit.
I respect a fair dibs, the sweet is yours.
Thank you.
But, Mummy... Don't "But mummy" me.
You broke the rule of dibs.
It's paper chewing duty for you. Go.
Well, it's been lovely to meet you, we'll take our sweetie
and get out of your... Uh, bup, bup, bup.
The sweet is yours, but you did break into my nest.
And it is the children's dinner time. So...
What? You're going to let them eat us?
Oh, no, not him, he's too chewy.
And not the weird wasp, obviously.
You're in the wrong nest by the way.
And not Cornea, I attend her yoga class.
Of course! Hi, Demerara.
So, just you.
Come here.
They can't eat me now, I'm covered in... What was it again?
Strawberry, garlic, cheese, cucumber...
Eugh! Disgusting!
You're right, my larvae deserve better.
Fine, you can go.
Well, that was fun.
Yeah, especially the bit where we were almost eaten.
Sorry it didn't go to plan, Lloyd. What do you mean?
The plan was to get my sweetie back, it went perfectly.
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