Original subtitles

It is estimated

that there are some ten quintillion insects alive at any one time.

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

I'm a fly.

Help. I'm too young to die. Help!

You are a noisy one, aren't you? Can you keep it down a bit?

Keep it down a bit? You're about to eat me.

No, not right away. Mind your head there.

Tuck your leg in. There you go. Comfy?

Apart from the whole about to be eaten thing, yeah.

It's nothing personal,

I spin a web, you fly into the web, I eat you.

It's just the circle of life.

That's not a circle, that's a straight line from life to death.

My death. No, it's a circle, because you...

Oh, you're right, it's completely linear.

You've given me something to think about there.

I have? Well, I'm... I'm full of interesting ideas like that.

Like, why don't you let me go?

No, sorry, I'm going to eat you.

You know how it is, I'm a spider and you're a fly.

Not just any fly.

If you knew who I was, you wouldn't dare eat me.

Why? Who are you? I'm Lloyd.

I'm very popular and well loved.

Hm. That sounds nice.

I'm Petrichor, nice to meet you. Uh, and eat you.

You don't understand.

My family will already be tearing the place apart, looking for me.

Hm, anyone seen Lloyd today? Hm, probably still in bed.

Can I have his breakfast?

You're in trouble, they'll be here any moment now.

And it's not just my family looking. Yeah, I've got loads of friends.

Huh. Yeah, my best friend, Abacus,

he'll be looking high and low, right now.

♪ 85 legs on a centipede

♪ One falls off And what does it leave?

♪ 84 legs on a centipede ♪

Lloyd's normally here by 90 legs. Something's wrong.

I should stay here and wait.

He's always got a reason for being late.

♪ 84 legs on a centipede

♪ One falls off And what does it leave? ♪

Best friend, hey?

Yeah, Abacus is brave and bold, and he's bigger than you.

He's 5cm tall. Is he now?

Do go on, I love to know all about who's on the menu.

It really helps work up my appetite.

And why would I help you with that?

Or I can inject you with a paralysing poison

and leave you to it.

Allow me to tell you every last detail about myself.

Erm...

Yes, for a start, I'm incredibly unhealthy.

I eat nothing but junk crumbs. You look in great shape to me.

Really? Yeah. And tender.

Yeah no, no. No, I'm tough. Yeah, chewy.

Completely inedible, I'd say. Thank you for the advice.

I'll chew extra hard.

Some of my best friends are spiders. You'll upset them.

How would they find out? Us spiders are all loners.

And I'm completely alone up here.

If you eat me, I'll come back and I'll haunt you.

You'll never have a moment's peace again.

Honestly, I'd be glad of the company.

Always nice to see a friendly face.

I know what you mean.

♪ And what does that leave?

♪ No more legs, watch it squirm That's on a centipede

♪ Now it's a worm ♪

I've never got to no legs before.

I have to go and find him.

Knowing Lloyd, he'll be in the last place I look,

so if I think of all the places I'd look first,

I only need to check the last one.

Here, his place, my place, the pancake, the ant colony.

I'm getting a big peckish now.

At least let me say my goodbyes first. Please?

Fair enough. But just your family.

Goodbye, Mum. Goodbye, Dad.

I know I wasn't always the perfect son to you but...

No, no, no. Just the goodbyes, no speeches.

Right, yeah. Goodbye, PB, my little...

Goodbye, big Lloyd. Goodbye, Natalie. Goodbye, Gary.

And, er, Samantha. And goodbye...

How many of these are there? Er, only 453.

What? But they've all got short names.

Goodbye, Thimblewomble. Goodbye, Dollybin Flopcrumble.

Goodbye, Horatio Corn on the Cob. Hm.

The hob on the left from the top of the oven,

the hob on the right on the top of the oven.

In the oven.

And goodbye, Casper Fishtickle Thorn in the Side II.

That's enough. I'm hungry.

Don't eat me, please.

I don't want it to end like this, all scared and crying.

I taste terrible.

That's a good point actually,

I ate a miserable moth once, tasted horribly bitter.

I can't eat you like this. Oh. Yeah, yeah.

Trapped in the vacuum cleaner,

lost in the rug, stuck down the drain.

So that just leaves the top of Pico's wardrobe.

I'm coming, Lloyd.

Sorry, just let me get this straight.

You're going to let me go?

If you can answer my cunning riddle on your first go, fair's fair.

I have eight legs but not eight wheels.

I spin a web to catch my meals.

What am I? Well, obviously you're a spider.

No, that's too obvious. I didn't say spider. Eight legs.

Could be a fly with two walking sticks.

You're overthinking this. OK, that means I'm getting warm.

So spins a web, that can mean setting of a trap.

And catch my meals.

Er. Ah. Ah.

You're two chairs covered in sticky food.

What? No. I mean, yes.

I'm two chairs covered in sticky food.

Well done. Your amazing cleverness has won your freedom.

No, it hasn't.

I know what you're doing, you're not letting me go.

This is an attempt to make me feel better

so I'll taste nicer when you eat me, isn't it?

You've got me. You're too clever for me, Lloyd.

And brave. And handsome.

Oi, stop it. And tasty. So, tasty.

Lloyd! Abacus.

Lloyd. Abacus, watch out. Huh?

Lloyd, I knew you'd be in the last place I'd look.

Oh, no, what are you doing in a spider's web.

Abacus, I'm so happy to see you. Oh, good.

Wait, not that happy. Abacus? This is your best friend.

Abacus. He's a little less than 5cms.

It turns out there's something worse than being eaten.

Knowing I got my best friend eaten too.

I'm sorry, Lloyd. I feel terrible.

You should feel terrible, Abacus. I should?

Yeah, you hear that Petrichor?

Abacus feels terrible,

which means he'll taste terrible, just like me.

Yeah, Abacus, you taste so terrible, not even Julie would eat you.

Julie, the great big spider we know who lives in the bathroom?

Hm. I get it, Lloyd. You know a big spider.

No, that's not the point.

The point is, you have a choice right now

between two terrible-tasting meals, or...

Or, I let your best friend go.

Ah.

I'll be so deliriously happy, I'll taste magnificent.

That does sound yummy. OK, you're on.

You're a good friend, Lloyd. You really are.

Run away, Abacus.

Find another friend

and do not come back as fast as you can.

Don't worry, Lloyd, I won't. You must feel great.

I can eat you now. No, no, not yet.

I won't feel happy until I'm sure he's a safe distance away, so, yeah.

I'm starving. All this fuss.

How about now?

Give him a chance, he's got very little legs.

Julie. Julie.

How about I just have a little nibble

and if you taste unhappy, we can wait a bit longer?

No. No, it's too soon. You leave my friend alone.

I did it, Lloyd, I found Julie and came back as fast as I could.

That was the plan, right?

Abacus! Julie! I'm saved! I will not let you eat this fly.

Mm.

Watch this.

Oh.

I like your moves. Keep going.

Erm, what's this? What's happening? I think he likes her?

Julie? Yes, sorry. He's quite the mover.

But I don't care how well you sway,

I'm not interested in a spider who wants to eat my friends.

For you, of course.

What's another few months without a meal?

Let's get out of here.

Well, tell me again, how good my swaying is.

Tasty. Very tasty.

That was very romantic. Yeah, we'll see.

It's alright everyone, I'm back. You must've been worried sick.

Finally, you're up. I ate your breakfast.

I helped. Hope you don't mind.

What? I don't believe it. I'm sure they do care, Lloyd.

They just don't realise what you've been through.

What, I missed breakfast?

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