fellow scientist in the distance, Andy and Annie poked their heads out from the anthill. The two siblings spotted the pile of science equipment Sniffles had left behind — flashing gadgets, whirring tools, and strange glowing liquids. Annie nudged Andy with her elbow, grinning mischievously. “He’s asking for it, leaving all that just sitting there,” she whispered. Andy smirked, adjusting his little cap. “Yeah… let’s teach him a lesson about being careless.”

Creeping forward together, Andy and Annie inspected the abandoned tools with gleaming excitement. Annie reached for a small, buzzing device and turned it over in her hands. “Think we can rig this into a trap?” she asked, her pink bow twitching with anticipation. Andy chuckled under his breath. “With what we’ve got? We could turn this into a death machine.” They high-fived quietly before splitting up, each grabbing different pieces of equipment. Their teamwork was flawless, each knowing exactly what the other was planning without needing many words.

As they worked, they occasionally threw comments back and forth. “Careful with that wire, doofus, you’ll fry yourself,” Annie teased, while Andy rolled his eyes and muttered, “Relax, I’m not the one who almost set the hill on fire last week.” They laughed softly, blending their mechanical knowledge with their natural cunning. By the time Sniffles and his friend returned, the once-innocent equipment had been reassembled into a series of vicious, deadly traps — all hidden under innocent-looking leaves and pebbles. The Ant siblings stood proudly side by side, ready to watch the chaos unfold.