A Bug's Life script
[Bird Chirping ]
[ Insects Buzzing, Chittering ]
[ Gasps ]
No, no, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.
I'm lost! Where's the line?
It just went away. What do I do?
- Help! - We'll be stuck here forever!
Do not panic. Do not panic!
We are trained professionals. Now, stay calm.
We are going around the leaf.
A-Around the leaf? I don't think we can do that.
Oh, nonsense. This is nothing compared to the twig of '93.
- [ Whimpering ] - That's it. That's it. Good!
You're doing great! There you go. There you go!
Watch my eyes. Don't look away.
- And here's the line again. - Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Soil.
[ Laughing ] Good job, everybody!
Oh, my. There's quite a gap, Mr. Soil.
- Shouldn't we tell the queen? - I don't think we need to involve the queen in this.
She's got enough on her plate already, training her daughter.
Oh, yes. Princess Atta, the poor dear.
Oh, wind's died down. They'll be here soon.
- Just be confident, dear. You'll be fine. - [ Gasps ] There's a gap.
There's a gap in the line. What are we gonna do?
It's okay, Your Highness. Gaps happen. We just lost a few inches, that's all.
Oh. Right.
Your Highness, I can't count when you hover like that.
Oh, of course. I'm sorry. Go ahead.
- Guys, go shade someone else for a while. - [ Pet Chirps ]
Okay, Atta. Now what do we do?
Ahh-- Oh! Don't tell me. I know it. What is it?
- We relax. - [ Chuckles ] Right.
Oh, it'll be fine. It's the same, year after year.
They come, they eat, they leave. That's our lot in life.
It's not a lot, but it's our life. [ Laughs ]
[ Chuckles ]
Isn't that right, Aphie? Oh, you're such a cute little aphid.
[ Rumbling ]
- Ditch Dot! - Yeah, yeah!
Hey, come back here!
[ Strains, Grunts ]
- Dot! - Yes, Mother.
What did I tell you about trying to fly?
Not until my wings grow in.
- Right. - But Mom--
Dot, you're a young queen ant and your wings are too little--
I was talking to Mother. You're not the queen yet, Atta.
Now, Dot, be nice to your sister.
It's not my fault she's so stressed out.
[ Sighs ] I know, I know.
- I'm always acting like the sky is falling. - Look out!
- Atta! - Princess Atta!
- Oh! - Hey!
- Stop that! - What do you think you're doing?
- You could have killed somebody over here. - [ Gasps ] I'm sorry!
- Oh, it's Flik. - Oh--
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!
- Please forgive me. I'm sorry! - [ Coughing ]
- [ Screams ] Princess Atta! - Flik, what are you doing?
Oh, this! This is my new idea for harvesting grain.
No more picking individual kernels. You cut down the entire stalk!
- We don't have time for this. - Exactly! We never have time to collect food for ourselves.
We spend all summer harvesting for the offering.
- But my invention will speed up production. - Oh, another invention?
Something for you too.
Since you're gonna be queen, you could use this to oversee production.
- Dr. Flora, if I may. - This is all very nice, but--
- Just an ordinary blade of grass and a bead of dew, right? - Flik, please.
- Wrong! It is, in fact, a telescope. - [ Both Laugh ]
- It's very clever, Flik, but-- - Hello, Princess! Aren't you looking lovely this morning!
Not that you would need a telescope to see that.
Listen! The princess doesn't have time for this!
You wanna help fill this thing? Get rid of that machine,
get back in line and pick grain like everybody else!
- Like everybody else! - Please, Flik. Just go.
I'm sorry, I was really just trying--
trying to help.
Harvester. Why, we harvested the same way ever since I was a pupa.
[ Sighs ] Where were we?
- The food pile, Your Highness. - Oh, yes, yes.
Hey, Flik! Wait up!
Oh. Hello, Princess.
You can call me Dot. Here, you forgot this.
Thanks. You can keep it. I can make another one.
- I like your inventions. - Really? Well, you're the first.
- I'm beginning to think nothing I do works. - This works.
Great. One success. [ Sighs ]
- I'm never gonna make a difference. - Me, neither.
I'm a royal ant and I can't even fly yet. I'm too little.
- Being little's not such a bad thing. - Yes, it is.
- No, it's not. - Is too!
- Is not. Is not! Is not! - Is too. Is too! Is too!
Oh! A seed. I need a seed. Ahh--
Ohh!
Ah, here, here.
Pretend-- pretend that that's a seed.
- It's a rock. - I know it's a rock.
But let's just pretend for a minute it's a seed. We'll just use our imaginations.
Now, do you see our tree?
Everything that made that giant tree...
is already contained inside this tiny little seed.
All it needs is some time, a little bit of sunshine and rain, and...
voila!
This rock will be a tree?
Seed to tree. You've gotta work with me, all right?
You might not feel like you can do much now,
but that's just because, well, you're not a tree yet.
You just have to give yourself some time. You're still a seed.
But it's a rock.
I know it's a rock!
Don't ya think I know a rock when I see a rock? I've spent a lot of time around rocks!
You're weird, but I like you.
[ Horn Sounds ]
[ Gasps ] They're here.
- [ Gasping ] - [ Horn Continues ]
[ Panicked Chattering ]
- They're coming! - Run!
- Dot! Dot! - Mom!
- Mom! - Thank heavens!
- Food to the offering stone. - [ Whistles ] Everyone, single file.
Food to the offering stone and into the anthill. Now let's go!
Go, go, go, go!
Come on, keep movin', keep movin'! Good. [ Panting ]
Okay. That's everyone.
[ Flik ] Hey!
Hey, wait for me!
Get the food to the offering stone, then into the anthill.
[ Screams ]
No! No, no, no, no, no! Oh, oh!
Oh